27-04-2026, 09:35 PM
Chapter 65 – The Pre-Meeting
Gowtham reached the apartment complex almost two hours earlier than usual. The moment he stepped out of the lift, his heartbeat quickened with dark excitement. He quietly opened the door to Suresh’s flat using the spare key Sneha had given him and stepped inside.
Sneha was in the kitchen, wearing a simple maroon saree, arranging snacks for the evening discussion. The moment she heard the door, she turned — and her eyes softened with both desire and nervousness.
Before she could say anything, Gowtham closed the distance in three long strides, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her deeply. His tongue invaded her mouth possessively as his hands roamed over her saree-clad body, squeezing her heavy breasts through the fabric.
“Gowtham… Suresh will be back soon…” she whispered breathlessly between kisses.
“Not for another two hours,” he growled, already pulling at her saree pallu. “I need you right now.”
In less than a minute, her saree lay pooled on the floor. Gowtham lifted her naked body and carried her straight to the bedroom — the same bed where Suresh had waited with perfume and chocolates the previous night.
He laid her down gently, but there was nothing gentle in the way he entered her. In one smooth thrust, his thick cock buried deep into her already wet pussy. Sneha moaned loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as he started fucking her with long, sensual strokes.
For the next hour, they made love — slow, passionate, and intense. Gowtham sucked on her breasts, bit her neck, and whispered filthy praises while pounding her deep. Sneha came twice, once on his cock and once with his fingers on her clit, moaning his name shamelessly.
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After the first round, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside her.
Gowtham looked into her eyes and asked softly, “Are you too hot for me, baby? Can’t control yourself?”
Sneha bit her lip, a mix of guilt and lust in her eyes.
“I don’t know… What if Suresh wants me to stop everything? I feel like this might be our last time… so I just wanted one proper session before it ends.”
Those words hit Gowtham like ice water.
No. I will never allow that.
He cupped her face firmly. “Listen to me, Sneha. When Suresh comes and starts talking about rules, I won’t say much. I want you to speak for me. Sit on the opposite sofa. I’ll text you whatever I want to say. You present it as your own thoughts, like it’s coming from your heart. We play along for now. Understand?”
Sneha searched his eyes for a long moment, then sighed.
“Gowtham… I love having sex with you. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. But I have a family. Suresh is still my husband. I believe he will think everything through and set reasonable rules. If he allows us to continue, we should respect those boundaries. We shouldn’t push too hard.”
She paused, gently stroking his chest.
“You’re only 26. You have your whole life ahead. You should get married one day, have your own family. Don’t get stuck with me. This… whatever we have… it can’t be forever.”
A genuine concern shone in her eyes.
Gowtham’s jaw tightened, but he forced a soft smile.
“But until then… let’s enjoy, right?” Sneha added with a shy smile.
She pulled him closer and kissed him again — slow, deep, and emotional.
“All this time I thought Suresh was enjoying this. But after seeing his face this morning… I realised he’s hurting. So whatever we do from now on, let’s be honest with him. No more hiding behind his back. It would break him.”
They kissed again, deeper this time. Gowtham’s cock hardened once more inside her.
Without another word, he flipped her onto her back and entered her for the second round. This time the sex was more intense — almost desperate. Sneha moaned loudly, nails raking down his back as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. She came again, harder than before, crying out his name.
Gowtham didn’t pull out. He kept fucking her through her orgasm until he finally groaned and emptied himself deep inside her womb.
They lay together for a few minutes, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Gowtham kissed her forehead and whispered, “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll handle tonight.”
Sneha nodded, though worry still lingered in her eyes.
Gowtham reached the apartment complex almost two hours earlier than usual. The moment he stepped out of the lift, his heartbeat quickened with dark excitement. He quietly opened the door to Suresh’s flat using the spare key Sneha had given him and stepped inside.
Sneha was in the kitchen, wearing a simple maroon saree, arranging snacks for the evening discussion. The moment she heard the door, she turned — and her eyes softened with both desire and nervousness.
Before she could say anything, Gowtham closed the distance in three long strides, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her deeply. His tongue invaded her mouth possessively as his hands roamed over her saree-clad body, squeezing her heavy breasts through the fabric.
“Gowtham… Suresh will be back soon…” she whispered breathlessly between kisses.
“Not for another two hours,” he growled, already pulling at her saree pallu. “I need you right now.”
In less than a minute, her saree lay pooled on the floor. Gowtham lifted her naked body and carried her straight to the bedroom — the same bed where Suresh had waited with perfume and chocolates the previous night.
He laid her down gently, but there was nothing gentle in the way he entered her. In one smooth thrust, his thick cock buried deep into her already wet pussy. Sneha moaned loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as he started fucking her with long, sensual strokes.
For the next hour, they made love — slow, passionate, and intense. Gowtham sucked on her breasts, bit her neck, and whispered filthy praises while pounding her deep. Sneha came twice, once on his cock and once with his fingers on her clit, moaning his name shamelessly.
After the first round, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside her.
Gowtham looked into her eyes and asked softly, “Are you too hot for me, baby? Can’t control yourself?”
Sneha bit her lip, a mix of guilt and lust in her eyes.
“I don’t know… What if Suresh wants me to stop everything? I feel like this might be our last time… so I just wanted one proper session before it ends.”
Those words hit Gowtham like ice water.
No. I will never allow that.
He cupped her face firmly. “Listen to me, Sneha. When Suresh comes and starts talking about rules, I won’t say much. I want you to speak for me. Sit on the opposite sofa. I’ll text you whatever I want to say. You present it as your own thoughts, like it’s coming from your heart. We play along for now. Understand?”
Sneha searched his eyes for a long moment, then sighed.
“Gowtham… I love having sex with you. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. But I have a family. Suresh is still my husband. I believe he will think everything through and set reasonable rules. If he allows us to continue, we should respect those boundaries. We shouldn’t push too hard.”
She paused, gently stroking his chest.
“You’re only 26. You have your whole life ahead. You should get married one day, have your own family. Don’t get stuck with me. This… whatever we have… it can’t be forever.”
A genuine concern shone in her eyes.
Gowtham’s jaw tightened, but he forced a soft smile.
“But until then… let’s enjoy, right?” Sneha added with a shy smile.
She pulled him closer and kissed him again — slow, deep, and emotional.
“All this time I thought Suresh was enjoying this. But after seeing his face this morning… I realised he’s hurting. So whatever we do from now on, let’s be honest with him. No more hiding behind his back. It would break him.”
They kissed again, deeper this time. Gowtham’s cock hardened once more inside her.
Without another word, he flipped her onto her back and entered her for the second round. This time the sex was more intense — almost desperate. Sneha moaned loudly, nails raking down his back as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. She came again, harder than before, crying out his name.
Gowtham didn’t pull out. He kept fucking her through her orgasm until he finally groaned and emptied himself deep inside her womb.
They lay together for a few minutes, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Gowtham kissed her forehead and whispered, “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll handle tonight.”
Sneha nodded, though worry still lingered in her eyes.
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