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Chapter 71 – Monday Night: The First Watch - Cucked.
After dinner, the air in the house was thick with unspoken tension. The three adults sat in the living room pretending to watch TV, but no one was really paying attention. Sneha’s fingers trembled slightly as she held her glass of water. Suresh’s heart pounded heavily. Gowtham, as always, looked calm and in control.
Gowtham finally stood up. Without a word, he walked over to Sneha, scooped her up in his strong arms like she weighed nothing, and carried her toward the master bedroom. Suresh followed silently and lay down on the far left side of the massive new bed.
The moment they entered the bedroom, Gowtham gently dropped Sneha onto the centre of the bed and turned to Suresh with a smile.
“Sunday I spoke with Suresh properly. We’re finally on good terms. He’s going to watch us tonight… and he’ll support us.”
Sneha’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. She turned and looked at her husband. “Is that so…?”
Suresh gave a small, silent nod.
In seconds, Gowtham stripped off all his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body and fully erect cock. He pulled Sneha’s nighty over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her in just her black bra and panties. Even though they had slept together once before, this was the first time it was happening right in front of Suresh.
Sneha started shivering uncontrollably. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. She couldn’t look at her husband for more than a second without panicking. This felt completely different — raw, exposed, and humiliatingly exciting.
Gowtham climbed onto the bed, lay on his back, and pulled her on top of him. “Come here, baby.”
As soon as she sat on his waist, he pulled her down into a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed her back and unhooked her bra with practised ease.
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When the kiss broke, the bra was hanging loosely. Gowtham yanked it off and threw it aside. Her heavy breasts pressed against his chest as they kissed again, deeper this time.
Suresh felt a sharp sting in his chest. The sight hit him harder than he had expected.
Gowtham picked up his phone with one hand, typed something quickly, and showed the screen to Sneha so Suresh wouldn’t notice. Then Sneha turned her head slightly toward her husband, voice shaky.
“Suresh… if you feel hot, relieve yourself. Don’t feel left out. If you want, I can give you a handjob… but you made that 24-hour rule…”
Gowtham grinned and suddenly bit down on her breast, making her moan loudly. A moment later, Gowtham sent another message. Suresh opened it — a whole album of photos: Sneha and Gowtham completely naked, a random shots of what he alrady shown. All taken before the hill station trip.
Suresh’s stomach twisted, but his cock throbbed painfully.
Gowtham looked straight at him. “Don’t feel bad, bro. Take your cock out and enjoy watching us.”
After a few seconds of internal battle, Suresh slipped his hand under the bedsheet, pulled his shorts down, and freed his erection. He began stroking slowly.
Gowtham smiled triumphantly. “That’s it.” He turned his attention back to Sneha. “Baby, you’re so hot today. How deep do you want me?”
“Anything… deeper… I need to feel you today,” she whispered, voice trembling.
In one powerful move, Gowtham flipped her onto her back. He ripped her panties down her legs and threw them away. He kissed and licked every inch of her body — neck, breasts, stomach, thighs — making her moan and writhe. His thick cock rubbed teasingly against her wet entrance, driving her crazy.
Her hands and legs were visibly shivering. Suresh watched in stunned silence, his own hand moving faster despite the pain in his heart.
Gowtham kissed her mouth brutally, biting her lower lip and sucking her tongue. He grabbed her breasts roughly, sucking hard on her nipples, slapping them lightly until they stood stiff and red. Sneha was soaking wet.
“You’re dripping early,” Gowtham laughed. “All because your husband is watching us.” He winked at Suresh.
Sneha murmured something. Gowtham leaned down. “What?” He laughed again and looked at Suresh. “She feels odd. Can you turn off the lights and sit on the chair?”
Suresh obeyed silently. He moved to the chair in the corner, hand still on his cock.
Gowtham made Sneha sit up. “Say hi to your friend in style, darling.”
With a shy, shivering smile, Sneha looked at Suresh, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his cock. Before Suresh could react, Gowtham grabbed her hair and pushed his own thick cock deep into her mouth, forcing her into a deep throat. He held her there for a few seconds.
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“We’ve just started, baby. Tell me what you want.”
The bedroom lights were dimmed to a soft golden glow. The massive new bed creaked faintly as Gowtham laid Sneha down in the centre. Suresh sat on the chair a few feet away, heart hammering so hard he could hear it in his ears.
“Fuck me… fuck me like you want,” Sneha gasped, her voice husky and desperate.
Gowtham’s eyes darkened with raw lust. In one powerful motion, he flipped her fully onto her back and climbed between her spread thighs. Sneha’s head turned toward Suresh, eyes glassy, lips parted. Her chest heaved with every shaky breath, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly.
Gowtham gripped his thick, veined cock and rubbed the swollen head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices. Then, with a deep grunt, he thrust forward — one long, brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt inside her.
“Ahhhhhh!” Sneha cried out sharply, her back arching clean off the bed. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her walls stretched around his girth.
Gowtham let out a low, animalistic groan — “Fuuuuck… so tight” — and stayed buried deep for a moment, savouring her heat. Then he started moving.
Deep.
Rhythmic.
Powerful.
Each thrust made her entire body jolt. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled with every impact.
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The soft flesh slapped faintly against her ribcage. Her nipples, stiff and dark pink, drew tiny circles in the air. Every time Gowtham drove back inside her, her breasts would press and drag against his hard chest for a split second — warm, soft, sweaty skin sliding sensually against firm muscle.
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“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” Gowtham grunted like a beast with every deep plunge, the sound raw and masculine.
Sneha’s moans were higher, broken, uncontrollable:
“Ahh… ahh… haaa… Gowtham… oh no…”
Suresh’s mind was a storm. This is my wife. My Sneha. Yet the sight of another man’s thick cock disappearing completely into her pussy, stretching her, owning her, was burning him alive with a toxic mix of pain, jealousy, and unbearable arousal. His own cock was painfully hard, leaking precum as he stroked it furiously.
Gowtham looked over at Suresh, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Let’s break the rule for you tonight,” he growled generously. “Sneha… help him relieve.”
He beckoned Suresh with his head. “Come sit near us on the bed.”
Suresh, almost in a trance, stood up and moved to the edge of the mattress, just beside them. The wet sounds of Gowtham’s cock sliding in and out of Sneha’s pussy filled the room — lewd, sticky, obscene.
Sneha turned her face toward her husband. Her left hand reached out shakily and wrapped her soft fingers around Suresh’s throbbing cock. She started stroking him — slow, loving tugs — while Gowtham continued pounding her without mercy.
But within seconds, Gowtham increased his pace.
Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…
His hips slammed harder. Sneha’s body began jerking violently with every brutal thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly now, sometimes slapping against Gowtham’s chest with audible, fleshy sounds. Her hand on Suresh’s cock tightened for a moment, then suddenly lost rhythm as her eyes rolled back.
“Ahhhhhh! Too deep… Gowtham… fuck…!” she screamed.
Her fingers slipped off Suresh’s cock completely as her whole body shook from the force of Gowtham’s pounding. She grabbed the bedsheet instead, knuckles turning white. Her hand never returned — she was lost in the pleasure.
Suresh felt a sharp sting of humiliation even as his cock twitched hard at the sight.
Gowtham smirked and fucked her even more savagely, rotating his hips, grinding against her clit with every stroke. Sneha’s moans turned into high-pitched whimpers.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
For nearly twenty minutes, the room was filled with nothing but:
Finally, Gowtham’s rhythm became erratic. He buried his face in her neck, biting her shoulder.
“I’m close… cum with me,” he growled.
Sneha nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Yes… yes… fill me… Gowtham… I’m cumming… ahhhhhhhhh!”
Her entire body seized up. Her pussy clenched violently around his cock as a shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her toes curled. A long, broken wail escaped her throat.
Gowtham gave one final, savage thrust and buried himself as deep as possible. “Fuuuuck… Sneha!” he roared. His cock pulsed hard inside her, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop deep as her walls milked him.
They stayed locked together, panting, sweating, trembling in the aftershocks.
Sneha’s chest heaved violently. Her breasts, red from being slapped and sucked, rose and fell against Gowtham’s chest with every ragged breath. A thin sheen of sweat connected their bodies.
Suresh sat there frozen, his own cock still painfully hard, untouched now, leaking onto his thigh. He had cum earlier from her brief handjob, but the sight of their shared orgasm left him shattered and strangely electrified at the same time.
Gowtham finally pulled out slowly. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from Sneha’s swollen pussy. He kissed her deeply, possessively, then glanced at Suresh with a satisfied smirk.
But the night wasn’t over.
Suresh, overwhelmed, turned his back to them and lay facing the wall, breathing heavily.
What he didn’t see was that Gowtham and Sneha were far from finished.
He began fucking her again slowly, one hand groping her breast, the other covering her mouth to muffle her moans. Sneha’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as they started their second round in the spooning position, just inches away from her husband’s turned back.
They know Suresh is not slept yet.
The night was still young - But a rule already broken 8 remaining .
After dinner, the air in the house was thick with unspoken tension. The three adults sat in the living room pretending to watch TV, but no one was really paying attention. Sneha’s fingers trembled slightly as she held her glass of water. Suresh’s heart pounded heavily. Gowtham, as always, looked calm and in control.
Gowtham finally stood up. Without a word, he walked over to Sneha, scooped her up in his strong arms like she weighed nothing, and carried her toward the master bedroom. Suresh followed silently and lay down on the far left side of the massive new bed.
The moment they entered the bedroom, Gowtham gently dropped Sneha onto the centre of the bed and turned to Suresh with a smile.
“Sunday I spoke with Suresh properly. We’re finally on good terms. He’s going to watch us tonight… and he’ll support us.”
Sneha’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. She turned and looked at her husband. “Is that so…?”
Suresh gave a small, silent nod.
In seconds, Gowtham stripped off all his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body and fully erect cock. He pulled Sneha’s nighty over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her in just her black bra and panties. Even though they had slept together once before, this was the first time it was happening right in front of Suresh.
Sneha started shivering uncontrollably. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. She couldn’t look at her husband for more than a second without panicking. This felt completely different — raw, exposed, and humiliatingly exciting.
Gowtham climbed onto the bed, lay on his back, and pulled her on top of him. “Come here, baby.”
As soon as she sat on his waist, he pulled her down into a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed her back and unhooked her bra with practised ease.
When the kiss broke, the bra was hanging loosely. Gowtham yanked it off and threw it aside. Her heavy breasts pressed against his chest as they kissed again, deeper this time.
Suresh felt a sharp sting in his chest. The sight hit him harder than he had expected.
Gowtham picked up his phone with one hand, typed something quickly, and showed the screen to Sneha so Suresh wouldn’t notice. Then Sneha turned her head slightly toward her husband, voice shaky.
“Suresh… if you feel hot, relieve yourself. Don’t feel left out. If you want, I can give you a handjob… but you made that 24-hour rule…”
Gowtham grinned and suddenly bit down on her breast, making her moan loudly. A moment later, Gowtham sent another message. Suresh opened it — a whole album of photos: Sneha and Gowtham completely naked, a random shots of what he alrady shown. All taken before the hill station trip.
Suresh’s stomach twisted, but his cock throbbed painfully.
Gowtham looked straight at him. “Don’t feel bad, bro. Take your cock out and enjoy watching us.”
After a few seconds of internal battle, Suresh slipped his hand under the bedsheet, pulled his shorts down, and freed his erection. He began stroking slowly.
Gowtham smiled triumphantly. “That’s it.” He turned his attention back to Sneha. “Baby, you’re so hot today. How deep do you want me?”
“Anything… deeper… I need to feel you today,” she whispered, voice trembling.
In one powerful move, Gowtham flipped her onto her back. He ripped her panties down her legs and threw them away. He kissed and licked every inch of her body — neck, breasts, stomach, thighs — making her moan and writhe. His thick cock rubbed teasingly against her wet entrance, driving her crazy.
Her hands and legs were visibly shivering. Suresh watched in stunned silence, his own hand moving faster despite the pain in his heart.
Gowtham kissed her mouth brutally, biting her lower lip and sucking her tongue. He grabbed her breasts roughly, sucking hard on her nipples, slapping them lightly until they stood stiff and red. Sneha was soaking wet.
“You’re dripping early,” Gowtham laughed. “All because your husband is watching us.” He winked at Suresh.
Sneha murmured something. Gowtham leaned down. “What?” He laughed again and looked at Suresh. “She feels odd. Can you turn off the lights and sit on the chair?”
Suresh obeyed silently. He moved to the chair in the corner, hand still on his cock.
Gowtham made Sneha sit up. “Say hi to your friend in style, darling.”
With a shy, shivering smile, Sneha looked at Suresh, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his cock. Before Suresh could react, Gowtham grabbed her hair and pushed his own thick cock deep into her mouth, forcing her into a deep throat. He held her there for a few seconds.
“We’ve just started, baby. Tell me what you want.”
The bedroom lights were dimmed to a soft golden glow. The massive new bed creaked faintly as Gowtham laid Sneha down in the centre. Suresh sat on the chair a few feet away, heart hammering so hard he could hear it in his ears.
“Fuck me… fuck me like you want,” Sneha gasped, her voice husky and desperate.
Gowtham’s eyes darkened with raw lust. In one powerful motion, he flipped her fully onto her back and climbed between her spread thighs. Sneha’s head turned toward Suresh, eyes glassy, lips parted. Her chest heaved with every shaky breath, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly.
Gowtham gripped his thick, veined cock and rubbed the swollen head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices. Then, with a deep grunt, he thrust forward — one long, brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt inside her.
“Ahhhhhh!” Sneha cried out sharply, her back arching clean off the bed. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her walls stretched around his girth.
Gowtham let out a low, animalistic groan — “Fuuuuck… so tight” — and stayed buried deep for a moment, savouring her heat. Then he started moving.
Deep.
Rhythmic.
Powerful.
Each thrust made her entire body jolt. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled with every impact.
The soft flesh slapped faintly against her ribcage. Her nipples, stiff and dark pink, drew tiny circles in the air. Every time Gowtham drove back inside her, her breasts would press and drag against his hard chest for a split second — warm, soft, sweaty skin sliding sensually against firm muscle.
“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” Gowtham grunted like a beast with every deep plunge, the sound raw and masculine.
Sneha’s moans were higher, broken, uncontrollable:
“Ahh… ahh… haaa… Gowtham… oh no…”
Suresh’s mind was a storm. This is my wife. My Sneha. Yet the sight of another man’s thick cock disappearing completely into her pussy, stretching her, owning her, was burning him alive with a toxic mix of pain, jealousy, and unbearable arousal. His own cock was painfully hard, leaking precum as he stroked it furiously.
Gowtham looked over at Suresh, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Let’s break the rule for you tonight,” he growled generously. “Sneha… help him relieve.”
He beckoned Suresh with his head. “Come sit near us on the bed.”
Suresh, almost in a trance, stood up and moved to the edge of the mattress, just beside them. The wet sounds of Gowtham’s cock sliding in and out of Sneha’s pussy filled the room — lewd, sticky, obscene.
Sneha turned her face toward her husband. Her left hand reached out shakily and wrapped her soft fingers around Suresh’s throbbing cock. She started stroking him — slow, loving tugs — while Gowtham continued pounding her without mercy.
But within seconds, Gowtham increased his pace.
Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…
His hips slammed harder. Sneha’s body began jerking violently with every brutal thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly now, sometimes slapping against Gowtham’s chest with audible, fleshy sounds. Her hand on Suresh’s cock tightened for a moment, then suddenly lost rhythm as her eyes rolled back.
“Ahhhhhh! Too deep… Gowtham… fuck…!” she screamed.
Her fingers slipped off Suresh’s cock completely as her whole body shook from the force of Gowtham’s pounding. She grabbed the bedsheet instead, knuckles turning white. Her hand never returned — she was lost in the pleasure.
Suresh felt a sharp sting of humiliation even as his cock twitched hard at the sight.
Gowtham smirked and fucked her even more savagely, rotating his hips, grinding against her clit with every stroke. Sneha’s moans turned into high-pitched whimpers.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
For nearly twenty minutes, the room was filled with nothing but:
- The wet slapping of flesh
- Sneha’s broken, sobbing moans
- Gowtham’s deep, guttural grunts
- The creaking of the new bed
Finally, Gowtham’s rhythm became erratic. He buried his face in her neck, biting her shoulder.
“I’m close… cum with me,” he growled.
Sneha nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Yes… yes… fill me… Gowtham… I’m cumming… ahhhhhhhhh!”
Her entire body seized up. Her pussy clenched violently around his cock as a shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her toes curled. A long, broken wail escaped her throat.
Gowtham gave one final, savage thrust and buried himself as deep as possible. “Fuuuuck… Sneha!” he roared. His cock pulsed hard inside her, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop deep as her walls milked him.
They stayed locked together, panting, sweating, trembling in the aftershocks.
Sneha’s chest heaved violently. Her breasts, red from being slapped and sucked, rose and fell against Gowtham’s chest with every ragged breath. A thin sheen of sweat connected their bodies.
Suresh sat there frozen, his own cock still painfully hard, untouched now, leaking onto his thigh. He had cum earlier from her brief handjob, but the sight of their shared orgasm left him shattered and strangely electrified at the same time.
Gowtham finally pulled out slowly. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from Sneha’s swollen pussy. He kissed her deeply, possessively, then glanced at Suresh with a satisfied smirk.
But the night wasn’t over.
Suresh, overwhelmed, turned his back to them and lay facing the wall, breathing heavily.
What he didn’t see was that Gowtham and Sneha were far from finished.
He began fucking her again slowly, one hand groping her breast, the other covering her mouth to muffle her moans. Sneha’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as they started their second round in the spooning position, just inches away from her husband’s turned back.
They know Suresh is not slept yet.
The night was still young - But a rule already broken 8 remaining .
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