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Chapter 53 – The Night & the plan
Suresh had never felt fear like this in his entire life.
Suresh’s heart slammed against his ribs like a trapped animal as he get into room door. The dim glow from the bedside lamp painted everything in soft gold and shadow, Gowtham suddenly blocked him, he sad in his ears.
Anna from this moment, i will behave more brutal, and dangerously over the line towards Sneha.. She thinks she is gifting it to you.. so we will cross line in words.. its like intimidating you. understand and co-operate and pretend like you are in the game too.. wait till your turn comes.
He left him. Gowtham goes inside first
Gowtham stood at the foot of the king-sized bed, voice low and reverent, almost worshipful. “Fuck, Sneha… look at you. Those tits… so full, so heavy. And these thighs…” His big hands hovered just above her hips, not quite touching, but close enough that the heat of his palms made her skin prickle. “Today I’m going to wrap myself around this body and sleep like a king. Suresh anna, hope you’re cool with that, right?” i mean in simple terms i need to hug her and sleep..
Sneha’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile—the exact one she had practiced with Gowtham that afternoon when Suresh had stepped into the roadside dhaba restroom. Her voice came out honey-smooth, confident, dripping with the script they’d rehearsed. “I’ve been counting on a night like this for so long…just for my husband wish...Suresh i think this is best i can do to you, like allow him to smooch and hug me all night... this is my surprise gift for you and your fantasy..
She laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, sending a fresh jolt straight to Suresh’s cock.
“Suresh, you sleep on the right. I’ll stay in the middle. Gowtham wants to hug me from my right side. Seems like he can’t keep his hands off me tonight.”
Deep inside, behind that practiced smile, Sneha’s pulse raced with a different kind of thrill. Just wait, Suresh. Wait for the perfect moment. You’ll watch him claim me… and then you’ll storm back in, take me back like the man I married. My man.
Suresh forced a casual shrug, throat tight. “I’m beat from all that driving. I’ll crash right here.” I don't care what you two play. He climbed onto the right side of the bed, heart hammering so hard he was sure they could hear it.
The moment he settled, Gowtham’s smirk deepened. Without a shred of shame, the younger man peeled off his shirt, revealing the hard, sculpted chest and abs that made Sneha’s breath hitch. Then the pants slid down powerful thighs, leaving him in nothing but a tight black V-cut brief that did nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his already half-hard cock. The fabric strained, the head of his shaft pressing visibly against the cotton.
Sneha’s eyes widened, a tiny gasp escaping before she could stop it. Suresh’s own cock surged painfully against his boxers at the sight—jealousy and raw, unwanted lust twisting together.
Gowtham chuckled, low and filthy. “Chill climate tonight. I’m not sleeping in all that cloth.” He reached for the thick woolen blanket folded at the foot of the bed. I'm taking this, this is big i specifically asked for this.
She nodded no quickly, playing her part perfectly. “I need the blanket too. It’s freezing.”
Gowtham then suggested “We’ll share this, okay? Come on, Sneha… let’s get cozy.”
Its a bonus for Suresh anna, ;) winked.. he can see us under on bedsheet,
Sneha beat his arm and said stop teasing him..
Her voice trembled just a little with anticipation.
Gowtham slid under the heavy blanket first, then patted the space beside him. “Suresh, light switch is right next to you. Kill it, will you?”
Suresh’s fingers felt numb as he reached out and plunged the room into near darkness. Only the faint orange glow of the nightlight remained, just enough to silhouette everything.
The mattress dipped. Bodies shifted. Under the blanket, Gowtham’s bare chest pressed flush against Sneha’s back. She was still in her thin satin nightie, but the way she arched into him made it look like she was already naked. If not for black lace on her shoulder it would give anyone an impression both are naked. Suresh could see the outline of Gowtham’s strong arm curling around her waist, pulling her tighter, spooning her possessively.
A low groan rumbled from Gowtham’s throat. “God, you feel even better than I imagined… so soft… so warm.” His hand boldly slid higher, cupping the heavy underside of one breast through the satin.
“Suresh gave us permission, right? Let my hand rest right here… these perfect tits deserve to be held all night.”
Sneha let out a breathy giggle that turned into a soft moan when his thumb brushed her nipple. “Mmm… Gowtham… you’re so naughty.” Their voices dropped to whispers and giggles, filthy little secrets floating in the dark while Suresh lay rigid on his side, cock throbbing so hard it ached. Every soft laugh, every rustle of fabric under the blanket, every quiet “shh” and “feel how hard you make me” sent fresh heat pooling in his groin.
Minutes stretched. The giggles faded into heavy breathing. Suresh turned his head slowly, eyes straining in the dimness.
What he saw stole the air from his lungs.
Gowtham had Sneha pulled tight against him, one hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. Their mouths were locked in a deep, hungry kiss—tongues sliding, lips wet and smacking softly. Gowtham’s bare chest was molded to her back, his hips rocking slowly, grinding his massive erection against the curve of her ass through the blanket. Sneha’s eyes were half-lidded, lost in the kiss, one hand gripping his forearm like she needed something to hold onto.
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Gowtham’s eyes flicked open. He met Suresh’s shocked stare across the bed and gave a single, commanding signal—wait—before deepening the kiss, sucking on Sneha’s tongue with obscene hunger.
Suresh’s mind screamed. I’m not a fucking cuck. I’m her husband. He smirked in the dark, fists clenched under the sheet. Just wait till you’re inside her. Then I’ll end this.
Under the blanket, Gowtham’s hand moved with practiced confidence. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sneha’s tiny panties and dragged them down her thighs. She shivered violently as cool air kissed her bare pussy. Gowtham’s lips left hers only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. “Action begins now, baby,” he whispered against her ear, voice thick with lust. “You remember how we practiced… but tonight my cock is going to speak.”
He shoved his own brief down in one smooth motion. His thick, veined cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Sneha felt the scorching heat of it slap against her bare ass cheek and whimpered, body trembling with nerves and raw need.
Gowtham’s fingers found her soaked folds from behind. He rubbed slow, teasing circles over her swollen clit, then dipped lower, parting her slick lips. “So fucking wet already,” he growled softly. Two thick fingers slid inside her, curling, stroking that sweet spot while his thumb kept working her clit. Sneha’s hips jerked. A sharp, muffled moan escaped her throat. Her whole body shuddered, the movement rippling the blanket.
Suresh’s eyes snapped open wider. This is it.
He sat up, ready to lunge—
But Gowtham was faster, smoother. He pulled his fingers free, leaving her dripping and clenching on nothing. In the same heartbeat he gripped his throbbing cock, lined up the fat head against her entrance from behind, and rubbed it up and down her slippery slit, coating himself in her juices. The blunt pressure nudged at her opening, stretching her just enough to make her gasp and claw at the sheets.
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Sneha’s voice cracked. “Suresh… you woke up?”
Gowtham’s smirk was pure victory even in the dark. “Yeah, bro… you good?”
Suresh forced his voice steady. “Yeah… just… digestion issue. Thought I’d take a short walk.
Gowtham said, hey suresh if you are going out.. just get back my charger its in the car, i forget”
For a second Suresh stunned, he doesnt call me anna or bro, directly suresh?
he was about to switch on the light..
Sneha’s reply came out shaky, almost broken. “N-no… don’t turn on the light… my head… headache… eyes hurt…”
Her words dissolved into a choked moan as Gowtham’s cock pressed harder, the thick head beginning to breach her tight, soaked pussy. Her hips pushed back instinctively, chasing the stretch. The bed creaked once as pleasure jolted through her.
Suresh stood, pulse roaring in his ears, cock still painfully hard. He didn’t look back. He stepped out into the cool night air, sucking in deep breaths, already planning how he would burst back in and reclaim his wife the second Gowtham was balls-deep.
Suresh paused for a second, then stepped out of the room, heart pounding like a drum.
The moment the door closed behind him, Gowtham yanked the bedsheet higher and pushed forward.
outside…
Suresh ran to the car, taking deep breaths, trying to steady himself for the dramatic “reclamation” moment.
As he reached for the charger on the front seat, a group of four rough-looking men suddenly appeared from the shadows. They covered his face with a cloth, dragged him into a waiting van, and beat him viciously in the stomach and ribs.
“You bastard! You cheated my friend, got her pregnant, and came here for a honeymoon with another women?” one of them shouted.
The van doors slammed shut. The vehicle sped off into the darkness, taking Suresh away.
Suresh had never felt fear like this in his entire life.
Suresh’s heart slammed against his ribs like a trapped animal as he get into room door. The dim glow from the bedside lamp painted everything in soft gold and shadow, Gowtham suddenly blocked him, he sad in his ears.
Anna from this moment, i will behave more brutal, and dangerously over the line towards Sneha.. She thinks she is gifting it to you.. so we will cross line in words.. its like intimidating you. understand and co-operate and pretend like you are in the game too.. wait till your turn comes.
He left him. Gowtham goes inside first
Gowtham stood at the foot of the king-sized bed, voice low and reverent, almost worshipful. “Fuck, Sneha… look at you. Those tits… so full, so heavy. And these thighs…” His big hands hovered just above her hips, not quite touching, but close enough that the heat of his palms made her skin prickle. “Today I’m going to wrap myself around this body and sleep like a king. Suresh anna, hope you’re cool with that, right?” i mean in simple terms i need to hug her and sleep..
Sneha’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile—the exact one she had practiced with Gowtham that afternoon when Suresh had stepped into the roadside dhaba restroom. Her voice came out honey-smooth, confident, dripping with the script they’d rehearsed. “I’ve been counting on a night like this for so long…just for my husband wish...Suresh i think this is best i can do to you, like allow him to smooch and hug me all night... this is my surprise gift for you and your fantasy..
She laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, sending a fresh jolt straight to Suresh’s cock.
“Suresh, you sleep on the right. I’ll stay in the middle. Gowtham wants to hug me from my right side. Seems like he can’t keep his hands off me tonight.”
Deep inside, behind that practiced smile, Sneha’s pulse raced with a different kind of thrill. Just wait, Suresh. Wait for the perfect moment. You’ll watch him claim me… and then you’ll storm back in, take me back like the man I married. My man.
Suresh forced a casual shrug, throat tight. “I’m beat from all that driving. I’ll crash right here.” I don't care what you two play. He climbed onto the right side of the bed, heart hammering so hard he was sure they could hear it.
The moment he settled, Gowtham’s smirk deepened. Without a shred of shame, the younger man peeled off his shirt, revealing the hard, sculpted chest and abs that made Sneha’s breath hitch. Then the pants slid down powerful thighs, leaving him in nothing but a tight black V-cut brief that did nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his already half-hard cock. The fabric strained, the head of his shaft pressing visibly against the cotton.
Sneha’s eyes widened, a tiny gasp escaping before she could stop it. Suresh’s own cock surged painfully against his boxers at the sight—jealousy and raw, unwanted lust twisting together.
Gowtham chuckled, low and filthy. “Chill climate tonight. I’m not sleeping in all that cloth.” He reached for the thick woolen blanket folded at the foot of the bed. I'm taking this, this is big i specifically asked for this.
She nodded no quickly, playing her part perfectly. “I need the blanket too. It’s freezing.”
Gowtham then suggested “We’ll share this, okay? Come on, Sneha… let’s get cozy.”
Its a bonus for Suresh anna, ;) winked.. he can see us under on bedsheet,
Sneha beat his arm and said stop teasing him..
Her voice trembled just a little with anticipation.
Gowtham slid under the heavy blanket first, then patted the space beside him. “Suresh, light switch is right next to you. Kill it, will you?”
Suresh’s fingers felt numb as he reached out and plunged the room into near darkness. Only the faint orange glow of the nightlight remained, just enough to silhouette everything.
The mattress dipped. Bodies shifted. Under the blanket, Gowtham’s bare chest pressed flush against Sneha’s back. She was still in her thin satin nightie, but the way she arched into him made it look like she was already naked. If not for black lace on her shoulder it would give anyone an impression both are naked. Suresh could see the outline of Gowtham’s strong arm curling around her waist, pulling her tighter, spooning her possessively.
A low groan rumbled from Gowtham’s throat. “God, you feel even better than I imagined… so soft… so warm.” His hand boldly slid higher, cupping the heavy underside of one breast through the satin.
“Suresh gave us permission, right? Let my hand rest right here… these perfect tits deserve to be held all night.”
Sneha let out a breathy giggle that turned into a soft moan when his thumb brushed her nipple. “Mmm… Gowtham… you’re so naughty.” Their voices dropped to whispers and giggles, filthy little secrets floating in the dark while Suresh lay rigid on his side, cock throbbing so hard it ached. Every soft laugh, every rustle of fabric under the blanket, every quiet “shh” and “feel how hard you make me” sent fresh heat pooling in his groin.
Minutes stretched. The giggles faded into heavy breathing. Suresh turned his head slowly, eyes straining in the dimness.
What he saw stole the air from his lungs.
Gowtham had Sneha pulled tight against him, one hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. Their mouths were locked in a deep, hungry kiss—tongues sliding, lips wet and smacking softly. Gowtham’s bare chest was molded to her back, his hips rocking slowly, grinding his massive erection against the curve of her ass through the blanket. Sneha’s eyes were half-lidded, lost in the kiss, one hand gripping his forearm like she needed something to hold onto.
Gowtham’s eyes flicked open. He met Suresh’s shocked stare across the bed and gave a single, commanding signal—wait—before deepening the kiss, sucking on Sneha’s tongue with obscene hunger.
Suresh’s mind screamed. I’m not a fucking cuck. I’m her husband. He smirked in the dark, fists clenched under the sheet. Just wait till you’re inside her. Then I’ll end this.
Under the blanket, Gowtham’s hand moved with practiced confidence. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sneha’s tiny panties and dragged them down her thighs. She shivered violently as cool air kissed her bare pussy. Gowtham’s lips left hers only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. “Action begins now, baby,” he whispered against her ear, voice thick with lust. “You remember how we practiced… but tonight my cock is going to speak.”
He shoved his own brief down in one smooth motion. His thick, veined cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Sneha felt the scorching heat of it slap against her bare ass cheek and whimpered, body trembling with nerves and raw need.
Gowtham’s fingers found her soaked folds from behind. He rubbed slow, teasing circles over her swollen clit, then dipped lower, parting her slick lips. “So fucking wet already,” he growled softly. Two thick fingers slid inside her, curling, stroking that sweet spot while his thumb kept working her clit. Sneha’s hips jerked. A sharp, muffled moan escaped her throat. Her whole body shuddered, the movement rippling the blanket.
Suresh’s eyes snapped open wider. This is it.
He sat up, ready to lunge—
But Gowtham was faster, smoother. He pulled his fingers free, leaving her dripping and clenching on nothing. In the same heartbeat he gripped his throbbing cock, lined up the fat head against her entrance from behind, and rubbed it up and down her slippery slit, coating himself in her juices. The blunt pressure nudged at her opening, stretching her just enough to make her gasp and claw at the sheets.
How Gowtham moves under Bedsheet
Sneha’s voice cracked. “Suresh… you woke up?”
Gowtham’s smirk was pure victory even in the dark. “Yeah, bro… you good?”
Suresh forced his voice steady. “Yeah… just… digestion issue. Thought I’d take a short walk.
Gowtham said, hey suresh if you are going out.. just get back my charger its in the car, i forget”
For a second Suresh stunned, he doesnt call me anna or bro, directly suresh?
he was about to switch on the light..
Sneha’s reply came out shaky, almost broken. “N-no… don’t turn on the light… my head… headache… eyes hurt…”
Her words dissolved into a choked moan as Gowtham’s cock pressed harder, the thick head beginning to breach her tight, soaked pussy. Her hips pushed back instinctively, chasing the stretch. The bed creaked once as pleasure jolted through her.
Suresh stood, pulse roaring in his ears, cock still painfully hard. He didn’t look back. He stepped out into the cool night air, sucking in deep breaths, already planning how he would burst back in and reclaim his wife the second Gowtham was balls-deep.
Suresh paused for a second, then stepped out of the room, heart pounding like a drum.
The moment the door closed behind him, Gowtham yanked the bedsheet higher and pushed forward.
outside…
Suresh ran to the car, taking deep breaths, trying to steady himself for the dramatic “reclamation” moment.
As he reached for the charger on the front seat, a group of four rough-looking men suddenly appeared from the shadows. They covered his face with a cloth, dragged him into a waiting van, and beat him viciously in the stomach and ribs.
“You bastard! You cheated my friend, got her pregnant, and came here for a honeymoon with another women?” one of them shouted.
The van doors slammed shut. The vehicle sped off into the darkness, taking Suresh away.
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