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Chapter 73 – Tuesday Night: The One-Hour Trap
Tuesday Night – The “Headache” Excuse
The day had been strangely calm. After Monday’s explosive night, Suresh expected some tension, but Gowtham acted normal during dinner.
Around 10:00 PM, Gowtham rubbed his temples dramatically. “Damn… headache again. Sneha, can you bring the balm?”
Sneha stood up immediately. “I’ll be back in 10 minutes, Suresh.”
Suresh nodded silently.
But 10 minutes became 30…
then 60…
At 11:25 PM, Sneha finally returned,
her hair slightly messy, cheeks flushed, and wearing a different nighty.
1 Hour before
Sneha entered Gowtham’s room at 10:05 PM carrying the balm bottle.
“Head still hurting?” she asked softly, closing the door behind her.
Gowtham was lying on his bed in a vest and shorts, looking genuinely tired. “It’s bad today. Can you apply it properly?”
She sat on the edge of the bed and started massaging his temples with gentle fingers. After a few minutes, Gowtham winced. “The balm isn’t helping much. Can you use the oil instead?”
Sneha hesitated for a second, then poured a little warm coconut oil on her palm and began working it into his scalp. Her fingers moved slowly through his thick hair. The strong fragrance filled the room.
While she was focused, a generous amount of oil spilled from her hand and dripped straight onto the front of her light blue nighty, right over her breasts. The fabric turned semi-transparent instantly, clinging to her skin and clearly showing the shape of her bra and nipples.
Sneha gasped. “Oh no… Suresh will definitely doubt if he sees this.”
Gowtham opened his eyes and looked at her chest. A small smile played on his lips. “Go change before you go back. I have a spare nighty in the cupboard — the one you left here last time.”
But instead of getting up immediately, Sneha continued massaging, now more carefully. “Just two more minutes…”
That “two more minutes” stretched.
Gowtham suddenly started speaking in a low, emotional voice. “You know… my ex played me really badly. She used to do the same — come to my room at night, give me head massages, act all caring… and then sleep with my best friend behind my back.”
Sneha’s hands slowed. “That’s terrible.”
They started talking. First about his painful breakup, then about family pressure, about how lonely he felt in this new city. Sneha listened with genuine sympathy, her fingers still gently moving through his hair.
After some time, she asked softly, “Don’t you see anyone these days? You’re young, good-looking… you should find a nice girl.”
Gowtham looked straight into her eyes and said with a mischievous smile, “I am already fucking that beauty.”
Sneha froze. Her cheeks turned red. She became serious instantly. “Gowtham… don’t say such things. You should seriously find someone. This thing between us is only temporary. Three months and you’ll be gone. You need to settle down.”
The conversation shifted to priorities in life.
Sneha opened up more than she intended. She told him about her family connections — how both sides of their families had strong links, about her cousins who were doing very well in business and government jobs. She spoke about her old friend circle, the kind of life they were living. Then she unconsciously started talking about Suresh.
“If Suresh wanted, he could have easily entered into big cash businesses through family links. But he chose this simple, normal life. Sometimes I feel he is too content… too safe.”
She kept talking, lost in the flow. Gowtham listened attentively, occasionally asking questions, making her feel heard. The emotional intimacy between them grew with every passing minute.
Suddenly Sneha glanced at the clock on the wall.
11:25 PM.
Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh god! One and a half hours! Suresh will kill me.”
She quickly wiped her oily hands, excused herself, and almost ran out. On the way to the master bedroom, she stopped at Ramya’s room (who was fast asleep), quietly took one of her spare nighties from the cupboard, changed in the attached bathroom, and hid the oil-stained nighty.
When she finally entered their bedroom, Suresh was sitting on the bed with a cold, furious expression.
“You were gone for one and a half hours. You had sex with him, didn’t you? Without even asking me!”
Sneha looked genuinely surprised and hurt. “What? No! We were only talking. He was telling me about his ex, his family problems… I got carried away. Do I look like I’ve had sex? Check me if you want!”
The argument grew loud. Finally, Sneha dialled Gowtham in front of Suresh.
“Tell him the truth,” she said firmly.
Gowtham arrived at their doorstep within ten minutes, still in his night clothes. “Bro, relax. We were only talking. Nothing happened. I swear.”
But instead of leaving, Gowtham sighed and dropped the real bomb:
“You saw us together once and your mind is already full of doubt. This is going to keep happening for the next three months. If you can’t trust us, then let me sleep here in your bedroom along with both of you. That way you can see with your own eyes — nothing will happen without your knowledge.”
Sneha immediately supported it. “That’s actually better, Suresh. At least you won’t keep doubting and fighting every day.”
Suresh realised too late that he had been trapped again. He accused them both of planning this deliberately.
Sneha fired back, “You’re the one who started accusing first! We are not doing anything behind your back. We will sleep right in front of you. That’s the only way you’ll believe we’re following your rules.”
After long arguments, Suresh finally gave in.
That night, Sneha slept in the middle. Gowtham took the far left corner, Suresh on the right. The massive bed easily accommodated all three.
Suresh could not sleep. Every 30 minutes he woke up and checked. Both of them appeared to be sleeping peacefully. No movement. No sounds.
But in the morning, after breakfast, when Suresh was about to leave for office, Gowtham pulled Sneha into a long, deep kiss right in front of him — tongues visibly playing, his hand boldly squeezing her ass. It lasted nearly a minute and felt far more passionate than the previous day.
Wednesday Night – Open Bed
Suresh returned home late from work. The moment he entered the bedroom, his heart sank.
Gowtham was already lying on the left side in his boxers. Sneha, wearing a thin satin nighty, climbed into the middle the moment Suresh walked in. No discussion. No permission asked.
Suresh lay down on the right side, seething in silence. The entire night passed with heavy tension. He barely slept.
In the morning, the goodbye kiss between Gowtham and Sneha became even wilder — Gowtham lifted her slightly, sucked on her lower lip, and whispered something in her ear that made her blush and giggle. Suresh watched every second.
Thursday Morning conversation – The Demand
Suresh had planned everything for Thursday night. He wanted alone time with Sneha. He needed to feel her as his wife again, to reclaim some control.
But off late, Gowtham has been sharing their bedroom.
Suresh approached Sneha and said, “Tonight I want time with you. Alone.”. You should ask Gowtham to go to his room.
Sneha said
Sneha nodded. “Okay, I’ll inform him.”
As she turned, Gowtham was already standing at the doorway, arms crossed, watching them calmly.
Sneha smiled at him. “Gowtham, tonight you sleep in your room. We need some private time.”
She gave a quick smile and went back into the bathroom to continue bathing, locking the door behind her.
The moment the lock clicked, Gowtham’s polite expression vanished. He smiled lazily and shook his head.
“Sorry bro… I’m not in the mood to move out tonight.”
Suresh’s blood boiled instantly. “This is my house. I allowed you here for some reasons. Don’t make me come and slap you.”
Gowtham didn’t flinch. He stayed chillingly calm. “Relax, bro. I just want some time too. You should consider increasing my days in the rules — from one to two per week. I promise I’ll follow all the other rules properly.”
Suresh’s mind suddenly flashed back to the secret photos Gowtham had shown him and promise to tell the truth about it, due to mess up & arguments in tuesday he totally forget it. .
Promise my foot? had you followed it?
“What about the photos?” he snapped. “You promised you would tell me the full truth after I watched you on Monday!”
Gowtham leaned back against the wall, completely relaxed. “Exactly. I said I’ll tell you the truth… but you need to cool me down first. I’m not in the mood right now.”
Suresh stared at him in disbelief. “Another session? You want me to watch again?”
Rage took over. Suresh stepped forward aggressively, fist clenched, ready to punch him.
In a flash, Gowtham raised his phone and held it right in front of Suresh’s face.
The screen showed a clear, sharp photo — Gowtham penetrating Sneha in missionary position… right on Suresh’s own marital bed.
Suresh froze, stunned. “What the hell is this?”
Gowtham shrugged casually. “You watch us tonight… properly. Tomorrow morning I’ll tell you everything about those old photos and this new one. Full truth.”
Suresh’s voice shook with anger and pain. “Everything was a lie…?”
Gowtham stepped closer, lowered his voice to a dangerous whisper right next to Suresh’s ear:
“You’re doubting whether she is still your loyal wife or a cheating bitch, right? I will tell you honestly tomorrow morning. Tonight… you must embrace my fantasy. I’ll leave the decision to you tomorrow — whatever you want to do after that, I’ll accept.”
At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened.
Sneha stepped out, wrapped only in a white towel, water droplets still glistening on her shoulders and cleavage. Her hair was wet and messy.
Gowtham immediately pulled her into his arms possessively, one hand around her waist. He looked at Suresh while speaking to her.
“Tonight I’m taking you, baby. Next week I have an official trip, so I asked him and he adjusted the rules.”
Sneha looked at Gowtham, then at her husband’s helpless, defeated face. For the first time in months, a mild doubt flickered in her eyes — the sudden rule change, Suresh’s broken expression, the tension in the air.
She didn’t say anything. She just stood there silently between the two men, towel barely covering her body, caught in the middle of a storm she herself had helped create.
The trap had tightened even more.
Suresh realised tonight would not be about reclaiming his wife.
Tonight would be another long, humiliating watch.
Tuesday Night – The “Headache” Excuse
The day had been strangely calm. After Monday’s explosive night, Suresh expected some tension, but Gowtham acted normal during dinner.
Around 10:00 PM, Gowtham rubbed his temples dramatically. “Damn… headache again. Sneha, can you bring the balm?”
Sneha stood up immediately. “I’ll be back in 10 minutes, Suresh.”
Suresh nodded silently.
But 10 minutes became 30…
then 60…
At 11:25 PM, Sneha finally returned,
her hair slightly messy, cheeks flushed, and wearing a different nighty.
1 Hour before
Sneha entered Gowtham’s room at 10:05 PM carrying the balm bottle.
“Head still hurting?” she asked softly, closing the door behind her.
Gowtham was lying on his bed in a vest and shorts, looking genuinely tired. “It’s bad today. Can you apply it properly?”
She sat on the edge of the bed and started massaging his temples with gentle fingers. After a few minutes, Gowtham winced. “The balm isn’t helping much. Can you use the oil instead?”
Sneha hesitated for a second, then poured a little warm coconut oil on her palm and began working it into his scalp. Her fingers moved slowly through his thick hair. The strong fragrance filled the room.
While she was focused, a generous amount of oil spilled from her hand and dripped straight onto the front of her light blue nighty, right over her breasts. The fabric turned semi-transparent instantly, clinging to her skin and clearly showing the shape of her bra and nipples.
Sneha gasped. “Oh no… Suresh will definitely doubt if he sees this.”
Gowtham opened his eyes and looked at her chest. A small smile played on his lips. “Go change before you go back. I have a spare nighty in the cupboard — the one you left here last time.”
But instead of getting up immediately, Sneha continued massaging, now more carefully. “Just two more minutes…”
That “two more minutes” stretched.
Gowtham suddenly started speaking in a low, emotional voice. “You know… my ex played me really badly. She used to do the same — come to my room at night, give me head massages, act all caring… and then sleep with my best friend behind my back.”
Sneha’s hands slowed. “That’s terrible.”
They started talking. First about his painful breakup, then about family pressure, about how lonely he felt in this new city. Sneha listened with genuine sympathy, her fingers still gently moving through his hair.
After some time, she asked softly, “Don’t you see anyone these days? You’re young, good-looking… you should find a nice girl.”
Gowtham looked straight into her eyes and said with a mischievous smile, “I am already fucking that beauty.”
Sneha froze. Her cheeks turned red. She became serious instantly. “Gowtham… don’t say such things. You should seriously find someone. This thing between us is only temporary. Three months and you’ll be gone. You need to settle down.”
The conversation shifted to priorities in life.
Sneha opened up more than she intended. She told him about her family connections — how both sides of their families had strong links, about her cousins who were doing very well in business and government jobs. She spoke about her old friend circle, the kind of life they were living. Then she unconsciously started talking about Suresh.
“If Suresh wanted, he could have easily entered into big cash businesses through family links. But he chose this simple, normal life. Sometimes I feel he is too content… too safe.”
She kept talking, lost in the flow. Gowtham listened attentively, occasionally asking questions, making her feel heard. The emotional intimacy between them grew with every passing minute.
Suddenly Sneha glanced at the clock on the wall.
11:25 PM.
Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh god! One and a half hours! Suresh will kill me.”
She quickly wiped her oily hands, excused herself, and almost ran out. On the way to the master bedroom, she stopped at Ramya’s room (who was fast asleep), quietly took one of her spare nighties from the cupboard, changed in the attached bathroom, and hid the oil-stained nighty.
When she finally entered their bedroom, Suresh was sitting on the bed with a cold, furious expression.
“You were gone for one and a half hours. You had sex with him, didn’t you? Without even asking me!”
Sneha looked genuinely surprised and hurt. “What? No! We were only talking. He was telling me about his ex, his family problems… I got carried away. Do I look like I’ve had sex? Check me if you want!”
The argument grew loud. Finally, Sneha dialled Gowtham in front of Suresh.
“Tell him the truth,” she said firmly.
Gowtham arrived at their doorstep within ten minutes, still in his night clothes. “Bro, relax. We were only talking. Nothing happened. I swear.”
But instead of leaving, Gowtham sighed and dropped the real bomb:
“You saw us together once and your mind is already full of doubt. This is going to keep happening for the next three months. If you can’t trust us, then let me sleep here in your bedroom along with both of you. That way you can see with your own eyes — nothing will happen without your knowledge.”
Sneha immediately supported it. “That’s actually better, Suresh. At least you won’t keep doubting and fighting every day.”
Suresh realised too late that he had been trapped again. He accused them both of planning this deliberately.
Sneha fired back, “You’re the one who started accusing first! We are not doing anything behind your back. We will sleep right in front of you. That’s the only way you’ll believe we’re following your rules.”
After long arguments, Suresh finally gave in.
That night, Sneha slept in the middle. Gowtham took the far left corner, Suresh on the right. The massive bed easily accommodated all three.
Suresh could not sleep. Every 30 minutes he woke up and checked. Both of them appeared to be sleeping peacefully. No movement. No sounds.
But in the morning, after breakfast, when Suresh was about to leave for office, Gowtham pulled Sneha into a long, deep kiss right in front of him — tongues visibly playing, his hand boldly squeezing her ass. It lasted nearly a minute and felt far more passionate than the previous day.
Wednesday Night – Open Bed
Suresh returned home late from work. The moment he entered the bedroom, his heart sank.
Gowtham was already lying on the left side in his boxers. Sneha, wearing a thin satin nighty, climbed into the middle the moment Suresh walked in. No discussion. No permission asked.
Suresh lay down on the right side, seething in silence. The entire night passed with heavy tension. He barely slept.
In the morning, the goodbye kiss between Gowtham and Sneha became even wilder — Gowtham lifted her slightly, sucked on her lower lip, and whispered something in her ear that made her blush and giggle. Suresh watched every second.
Thursday Morning conversation – The Demand
Suresh had planned everything for Thursday night. He wanted alone time with Sneha. He needed to feel her as his wife again, to reclaim some control.
But off late, Gowtham has been sharing their bedroom.
Suresh approached Sneha and said, “Tonight I want time with you. Alone.”. You should ask Gowtham to go to his room.
Sneha said
Sneha nodded. “Okay, I’ll inform him.”
As she turned, Gowtham was already standing at the doorway, arms crossed, watching them calmly.
Sneha smiled at him. “Gowtham, tonight you sleep in your room. We need some private time.”
She gave a quick smile and went back into the bathroom to continue bathing, locking the door behind her.
The moment the lock clicked, Gowtham’s polite expression vanished. He smiled lazily and shook his head.
“Sorry bro… I’m not in the mood to move out tonight.”
Suresh’s blood boiled instantly. “This is my house. I allowed you here for some reasons. Don’t make me come and slap you.”
Gowtham didn’t flinch. He stayed chillingly calm. “Relax, bro. I just want some time too. You should consider increasing my days in the rules — from one to two per week. I promise I’ll follow all the other rules properly.”
Suresh’s mind suddenly flashed back to the secret photos Gowtham had shown him and promise to tell the truth about it, due to mess up & arguments in tuesday he totally forget it. .
Promise my foot? had you followed it?
“What about the photos?” he snapped. “You promised you would tell me the full truth after I watched you on Monday!”
Gowtham leaned back against the wall, completely relaxed. “Exactly. I said I’ll tell you the truth… but you need to cool me down first. I’m not in the mood right now.”
Suresh stared at him in disbelief. “Another session? You want me to watch again?”
Rage took over. Suresh stepped forward aggressively, fist clenched, ready to punch him.
In a flash, Gowtham raised his phone and held it right in front of Suresh’s face.
The screen showed a clear, sharp photo — Gowtham penetrating Sneha in missionary position… right on Suresh’s own marital bed.
Suresh froze, stunned. “What the hell is this?”
Gowtham shrugged casually. “You watch us tonight… properly. Tomorrow morning I’ll tell you everything about those old photos and this new one. Full truth.”
Suresh’s voice shook with anger and pain. “Everything was a lie…?”
Gowtham stepped closer, lowered his voice to a dangerous whisper right next to Suresh’s ear:
“You’re doubting whether she is still your loyal wife or a cheating bitch, right? I will tell you honestly tomorrow morning. Tonight… you must embrace my fantasy. I’ll leave the decision to you tomorrow — whatever you want to do after that, I’ll accept.”
At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened.
Sneha stepped out, wrapped only in a white towel, water droplets still glistening on her shoulders and cleavage. Her hair was wet and messy.
Gowtham immediately pulled her into his arms possessively, one hand around her waist. He looked at Suresh while speaking to her.
“Tonight I’m taking you, baby. Next week I have an official trip, so I asked him and he adjusted the rules.”
Sneha looked at Gowtham, then at her husband’s helpless, defeated face. For the first time in months, a mild doubt flickered in her eyes — the sudden rule change, Suresh’s broken expression, the tension in the air.
She didn’t say anything. She just stood there silently between the two men, towel barely covering her body, caught in the middle of a storm she herself had helped create.
The trap had tightened even more.
Suresh realised tonight would not be about reclaiming his wife.
Tonight would be another long, humiliating watch.
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