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Chapter 38 - The Controlled Roleplay
Gowtham sent the text to Suresh at 7:30 PM.
Gowtham: Come back home tonight. There’s a surprise waiting for you. Whatever happens, don’t reveal our plans. Just enjoy.
Suresh’s heart raced the entire journey back. He reached home by 9 PM, nervous and excited.
As soon as he entered another message from Gowtham
Gowtham: Go to bed after dinner. Don't waste time, wait for my message.
He sent okay a message and looked up to see.
Sneha was waiting for him in a soft, light pink nighty that hugged her curves. She had prepared a simple dinner. They ate in near silence, the air thick with unspoken tension. Suresh kept stealing glances at her, wondering what was going to happen.
At 10.30 Pm He enters the bedroom
That night, the bedroom was thick with silence.
He lay alone on bed.. waiting for the surprise? he dont believe Sneha would agree for roleplay.. but expected something else.
Sneha was in kitchen and she got a call from Gowtham
Gowtham: Sneha, Just wait for my text.. when i say began.. you initiate role play.. alll you need to do is just utter my name seductively
Dont converse anything other than sex and my name..
Sneha: Okay.
Gowtham said now you go and enter into bedroom..
She said okay and cut the call.
Suresh and Sneha lay on the bed, backs turned to each other. Neither spoke. The air was heavy with anticipation and nervousness. Both of them had received separate instructions from Gowtham earlier, and both were waiting — hearts pounding — for his signal.
At 10:35 PM, Suresh’s phone beeped.
It was a video from Gowtham.
He opened it with trembling fingers.
The video showed Gowtham standing behind Sneha in the kitchen. His strong hand boldly groped her heavy left breast over her blouse, squeezing it possessively. Sneha turned and gave him a sharp slap on the face. The video played in slow motion — the way her breast jiggled under his palm, the shock on her face, the red mark forming on Gowtham’s cheek.
Suresh’s cock instantly hardened like rock. He was breathing heavily, eyes glued to the screen.
Another message from Gowtham arrived:
Gowtham: If you got a hard-on… now enjoy the show.
At the same moment, Sneha’s phone buzzed. She read the message from Gowtham it says "Began now" , She looked at Suresh with a strange, heated expression.
Sneha turned toward him.
She shifted slowly onto her side, her soft, curvaceous body moving under the thin nighty. Her voice came out like warm honey, low, hesitant, yet undeniably seductive:
“Gowtham… it’s so hot tonight… can we drop our dresses?”
Suresh’s entire body jolted. Hearing his own wife moan another man’s name in their marital bed sent a violent lightning bolt straight to his groin. His cock, which had been semi-hard with nervous anticipation, surged to full, throbbing hardness in seconds.
“Gowtham…?” he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking with disbelief and raw lust.
Sneha smiled shyly, playing her role with surprising conviction. She turned fully onto her stomach, then looked back over her shoulder at him, arching her back slightly to push her round ass toward him.
“Yes… Gowtham… I want you to see me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and forbidden excitement.
That was all it took.
Suresh lost control.
In one swift, desperate motion, he grabbed the hem of her nighty and yanked it up and over her head, throwing it aside. Sneha was now completely naked before him. Her heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. Her wide hips and smooth ass glowed in the dim light.
He climbed on top of her like a starving man, his hands rough and greedy. He squeezed her large breasts hard, pinching and twisting her nipples between his fingers. Sneha gasped, arching into his touch.
“Ahh… Gowtham… slowly…” she moaned, her voice breathy and sweet, exactly as instructed.
Suresh’s cock was painfully hard. He spread her thighs wide and thrust into her in one deep stroke, burying himself completely inside her wet heat.
Sneha cried out loudly:
“Gowtham… you’re so big… ahh!”
Every time she moaned the other man’s name, Suresh’s hips slammed harder into her. He fucked her with a savage intensity he hadn’t felt in years — raw, jealous, and completely consumed. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room.
“Gowtham… fuck me harder…” Sneha gasped, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, her nails raking down his back. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, her heavy breasts bouncing with every powerful stroke.
Suresh groaned like a beast, pounding into her relentlessly. The mix of humiliation, jealousy, arousal, and the sound of his wife moaning another man’s name pushed him to the edge faster than he could control.
With a deep, guttural roar, he came harder than he had in many months — thick, powerful ropes of cum flooding deep inside her as she moaned “Gowtham… Gowtham…” one final time, her voice shaking with fake pleasure.
They both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
For the first time in many months, they had mind-blowing, passionate, almost violent sex.
Sneha lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her body still tingling with aftershocks. A strange, conflicted satisfaction washed over her. She had done it. She had played her part perfectly.
Suresh lay beside her, chest heaving, his mind spinning. He was spent, satisfied, and already replaying every moan of “Gowtham” in his head. His cock twitched again at the memory.
And somewhere across the corridor, in the darkness of his own flat, Gowtham smiled slowly, knowing both husband and wife were now dancing exactly to his tune.
Gowtham sent the text to Suresh at 7:30 PM.
Gowtham: Come back home tonight. There’s a surprise waiting for you. Whatever happens, don’t reveal our plans. Just enjoy.
Suresh’s heart raced the entire journey back. He reached home by 9 PM, nervous and excited.
As soon as he entered another message from Gowtham
Gowtham: Go to bed after dinner. Don't waste time, wait for my message.
He sent okay a message and looked up to see.
Sneha was waiting for him in a soft, light pink nighty that hugged her curves. She had prepared a simple dinner. They ate in near silence, the air thick with unspoken tension. Suresh kept stealing glances at her, wondering what was going to happen.
At 10.30 Pm He enters the bedroom
That night, the bedroom was thick with silence.
He lay alone on bed.. waiting for the surprise? he dont believe Sneha would agree for roleplay.. but expected something else.
Sneha was in kitchen and she got a call from Gowtham
Gowtham: Sneha, Just wait for my text.. when i say began.. you initiate role play.. alll you need to do is just utter my name seductively
Dont converse anything other than sex and my name..
Sneha: Okay.
Gowtham said now you go and enter into bedroom..
She said okay and cut the call.
Suresh and Sneha lay on the bed, backs turned to each other. Neither spoke. The air was heavy with anticipation and nervousness. Both of them had received separate instructions from Gowtham earlier, and both were waiting — hearts pounding — for his signal.
At 10:35 PM, Suresh’s phone beeped.
It was a video from Gowtham.
He opened it with trembling fingers.
The video showed Gowtham standing behind Sneha in the kitchen. His strong hand boldly groped her heavy left breast over her blouse, squeezing it possessively. Sneha turned and gave him a sharp slap on the face. The video played in slow motion — the way her breast jiggled under his palm, the shock on her face, the red mark forming on Gowtham’s cheek.
Suresh’s cock instantly hardened like rock. He was breathing heavily, eyes glued to the screen.
Another message from Gowtham arrived:
Gowtham: If you got a hard-on… now enjoy the show.
At the same moment, Sneha’s phone buzzed. She read the message from Gowtham it says "Began now" , She looked at Suresh with a strange, heated expression.
Sneha turned toward him.
She shifted slowly onto her side, her soft, curvaceous body moving under the thin nighty. Her voice came out like warm honey, low, hesitant, yet undeniably seductive:
“Gowtham… it’s so hot tonight… can we drop our dresses?”
Suresh’s entire body jolted. Hearing his own wife moan another man’s name in their marital bed sent a violent lightning bolt straight to his groin. His cock, which had been semi-hard with nervous anticipation, surged to full, throbbing hardness in seconds.
“Gowtham…?” he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking with disbelief and raw lust.
Sneha smiled shyly, playing her role with surprising conviction. She turned fully onto her stomach, then looked back over her shoulder at him, arching her back slightly to push her round ass toward him.
“Yes… Gowtham… I want you to see me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and forbidden excitement.
That was all it took.
Suresh lost control.
In one swift, desperate motion, he grabbed the hem of her nighty and yanked it up and over her head, throwing it aside. Sneha was now completely naked before him. Her heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. Her wide hips and smooth ass glowed in the dim light.
He climbed on top of her like a starving man, his hands rough and greedy. He squeezed her large breasts hard, pinching and twisting her nipples between his fingers. Sneha gasped, arching into his touch.
“Ahh… Gowtham… slowly…” she moaned, her voice breathy and sweet, exactly as instructed.
Suresh’s cock was painfully hard. He spread her thighs wide and thrust into her in one deep stroke, burying himself completely inside her wet heat.
Sneha cried out loudly:
“Gowtham… you’re so big… ahh!”
Every time she moaned the other man’s name, Suresh’s hips slammed harder into her. He fucked her with a savage intensity he hadn’t felt in years — raw, jealous, and completely consumed. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room.
“Gowtham… fuck me harder…” Sneha gasped, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, her nails raking down his back. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, her heavy breasts bouncing with every powerful stroke.
Suresh groaned like a beast, pounding into her relentlessly. The mix of humiliation, jealousy, arousal, and the sound of his wife moaning another man’s name pushed him to the edge faster than he could control.
With a deep, guttural roar, he came harder than he had in many months — thick, powerful ropes of cum flooding deep inside her as she moaned “Gowtham… Gowtham…” one final time, her voice shaking with fake pleasure.
They both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
For the first time in many months, they had mind-blowing, passionate, almost violent sex.
Sneha lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her body still tingling with aftershocks. A strange, conflicted satisfaction washed over her. She had done it. She had played her part perfectly.
Suresh lay beside her, chest heaving, his mind spinning. He was spent, satisfied, and already replaying every moan of “Gowtham” in his head. His cock twitched again at the memory.
And somewhere across the corridor, in the darkness of his own flat, Gowtham smiled slowly, knowing both husband and wife were now dancing exactly to his tune.
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