27-04-2026, 09:13 PM
Chapter 64 – Gowtham’s True Darkness - His POV
Gowtham sat alone in his flat, laptop closed, staring at the ceiling.
His mind was a storm of thoughts.
Everything is falling perfectly into place.
A dark, intoxicating wave of superiority washed over him. He had started this journey with simple, raw lust — a 26-year-old man craving the beautiful, curvaceous wife next door. But now? He had manipulated both husband and wife so masterfully that they were dancing in the palm of his hand.
He remembered his past clearly.
Back in Chennai, he had been charming, handsome, and well-built — yet a complete failure in love. Girls feared his intensity. His approach always came off as too cocky, too aggressive. He had fallen hard for one girl. They had started something beautiful, but when he proposed, she asked him to wait. She warned him not to push for sex before marriage.
That rejection broke something inside him.
He watched his friends enjoy their lovers — openly having sex, living without shame. The envy ate at him. Then he discovered his “lover” had secretly patched up with another guy. The humiliation was crushing. Being just charming in physical is not enough, it needed something else, in approach, in sweet talks, he realized it.
That was the moment he decided to change.
He moved to Bangalore for a better salary and a fresh start. But deep down, his insecurities had hardened into something darker — a burning need for superiority and control. He changed himself slower, he starts smooth talks with her colleagues, in his office, more than unmarried, some married women's show some spark.
Initially he hated it but what if? why no we test them? but he was scared not at works place, especially married womens.. but she wanted someone to test his new methods. New approaches.
When he first saw Sneha — that gorgeous, mature, curvaceous woman — something snapped inside him.
She was the perfect target.
The perfect conquest.
What began as a simple desire to seduce and fuck her had evolved into something far more dangerous.
First it went to take control of them
Then it went to make him have sex with Sneha before Suresh
Now he wanted more, humiliate him and declare him a true cuckold..
He wanted to have sex before Suresh and claim her.
He vent his rage on past with Suresh.
He no longer just wanted her body.
He wanted to own her completely.
He wanted to make Sneha crave him so deeply that she would willingly spread her legs for him while her husband watched.
And now… the final phase was here.
Monday night had not been “unplanned.”
Not for him.
Ever since they returned from the hill station, Gowtham had stayed deliberately quiet. He knew Sneha would be in full mother mode with Ramya around. So he waited patiently like a hunter.
On Monday morning, before leaving for office, he pulled Sneha into the kitchen and gave her a deep, tongue-filled kiss right in front of Suresh. When she kissed him back without resistance, he knew — the fire was still burning inside her.
That night, he executed the final move.
He faked the headache perfectly after dinner. The moment Sneha entered his flat for the “head massage,” he didn’t waste time. He pulled her onto his lap, kissed her neck, squeezed her breasts, and within minutes had her salwar off. He fucked her hard on the couch first — raw, passionate, and loud. Then he carried her to the bed and made her ride him like a whore.
He deliberately kept her occupied the entire night.
When Suresh finally walked in at 12:10 AM and saw his wife riding him like a desperate slut, Gowtham felt pure ecstasy.
The pain on Suresh’s face was better than any orgasm.
Even when Sneha broke the kiss and said “Sorry Suresh…”, she never stopped grinding on his cock.
That single moment told Gowtham everything he needed to know — she was already choosing his dick over her husband’s feelings.
And when Suresh turned to leave, Gowtham made sure to put on a show. He lifted Sneha, threw her on the bed, spread her legs wide, and fucked her brutally in missionary — making her moan loudly on purpose.
“Fuuuck… Gowtham!” she screamed as he pounded her.
He kept her with him the entire night. Three long rounds. He came inside her twice.
He deliberately delayed sending her back until early morning — just to crush Suresh completely.
Now, sitting in his flat, Gowtham’s smile faded slightly.
Rules?
Suresh wanted to set rules.
A small flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Did he smell something? The kidnapping? The payments?
But the doubt vanished quickly.
Gowtham chuckled darkly to himself.
Gowtham sat alone in his flat, laptop closed, staring at the ceiling.
His mind was a storm of thoughts.
Everything is falling perfectly into place.
A dark, intoxicating wave of superiority washed over him. He had started this journey with simple, raw lust — a 26-year-old man craving the beautiful, curvaceous wife next door. But now? He had manipulated both husband and wife so masterfully that they were dancing in the palm of his hand.
He remembered his past clearly.
Back in Chennai, he had been charming, handsome, and well-built — yet a complete failure in love. Girls feared his intensity. His approach always came off as too cocky, too aggressive. He had fallen hard for one girl. They had started something beautiful, but when he proposed, she asked him to wait. She warned him not to push for sex before marriage.
That rejection broke something inside him.
He watched his friends enjoy their lovers — openly having sex, living without shame. The envy ate at him. Then he discovered his “lover” had secretly patched up with another guy. The humiliation was crushing. Being just charming in physical is not enough, it needed something else, in approach, in sweet talks, he realized it.
That was the moment he decided to change.
He moved to Bangalore for a better salary and a fresh start. But deep down, his insecurities had hardened into something darker — a burning need for superiority and control. He changed himself slower, he starts smooth talks with her colleagues, in his office, more than unmarried, some married women's show some spark.
Initially he hated it but what if? why no we test them? but he was scared not at works place, especially married womens.. but she wanted someone to test his new methods. New approaches.
When he first saw Sneha — that gorgeous, mature, curvaceous woman — something snapped inside him.
She was the perfect target.
The perfect conquest.
What began as a simple desire to seduce and fuck her had evolved into something far more dangerous.
First it went to take control of them
Then it went to make him have sex with Sneha before Suresh
Now he wanted more, humiliate him and declare him a true cuckold..
He wanted to have sex before Suresh and claim her.
He vent his rage on past with Suresh.
He no longer just wanted her body.
He wanted to own her completely.
He wanted to make Sneha crave him so deeply that she would willingly spread her legs for him while her husband watched.
And now… the final phase was here.
Monday night had not been “unplanned.”
Not for him.
Ever since they returned from the hill station, Gowtham had stayed deliberately quiet. He knew Sneha would be in full mother mode with Ramya around. So he waited patiently like a hunter.
On Monday morning, before leaving for office, he pulled Sneha into the kitchen and gave her a deep, tongue-filled kiss right in front of Suresh. When she kissed him back without resistance, he knew — the fire was still burning inside her.
That night, he executed the final move.
He faked the headache perfectly after dinner. The moment Sneha entered his flat for the “head massage,” he didn’t waste time. He pulled her onto his lap, kissed her neck, squeezed her breasts, and within minutes had her salwar off. He fucked her hard on the couch first — raw, passionate, and loud. Then he carried her to the bed and made her ride him like a whore.
He deliberately kept her occupied the entire night.
When Suresh finally walked in at 12:10 AM and saw his wife riding him like a desperate slut, Gowtham felt pure ecstasy.
The pain on Suresh’s face was better than any orgasm.
Even when Sneha broke the kiss and said “Sorry Suresh…”, she never stopped grinding on his cock.
That single moment told Gowtham everything he needed to know — she was already choosing his dick over her husband’s feelings.
And when Suresh turned to leave, Gowtham made sure to put on a show. He lifted Sneha, threw her on the bed, spread her legs wide, and fucked her brutally in missionary — making her moan loudly on purpose.
“Fuuuck… Gowtham!” she screamed as he pounded her.
He kept her with him the entire night. Three long rounds. He came inside her twice.
He deliberately delayed sending her back until early morning — just to crush Suresh completely.
Now, sitting in his flat, Gowtham’s smile faded slightly.
Rules?
Suresh wanted to set rules.
A small flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Did he smell something? The kidnapping? The payments?
But the doubt vanished quickly.
Gowtham chuckled darkly to himself.
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