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Chapter 75 - Completely Owned
The three of them ate in near silence. Sneha served food like a dutiful wife, but her walk was slightly awkward, her body still marked from the earlier session.
As soon as dinner was over and the kitchen was cleaned, Gowtham didn’t wait. At 9 PM. He lifted Sneha again and carried her straight to the bed.
This time he laid her on her back in missionary position, legs spread wide apart. He climbed between her thighs, rubbed his cock along her wet pussy, and pushed inside her in one smooth thrust.
“Mmmhhh…” Sneha moaned, eyes rolling back.
At first, Gowtham fucked her slowly — deep, sensual strokes, letting her feel every inch. He leaned down, sucking hard on her nipples, biting them gently while grinding against her clit. Sneha’s hands roamed his back, pulling him closer.
Then the pace changed.
He suddenly became brutal.
Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…
His hips slammed into her with full force. The sound of skin-on-skin was loud and obscene. Sneha’s breasts bounced violently with every savage thrust. Her moans turned into loud, uncontrollable screams.
“Gowtham…! Oh fuck… Gowtham… yes… harder… don’t stop… ahhhhhh!”
Gowtham fucked her like he owned her — long, powerful strokes that made the entire bed shake. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her bouncing breasts. He grabbed her thighs, pushed them wider, and pounded even deeper.
Suresh sat on the chair, stroking himself desperately. The sight of his wife getting destroyed in their marital bed was too much. He came hard the first time within ten minutes, groaning as he spilled over his hand.
But Gowtham didn’t stop.
He kept railing Sneha for nearly forty minutes — changing angles, rotating his hips, slapping her breasts lightly. Sneha came twice, body convulsing, pussy squirting slightly around his cock.
Finally, Suresh came a second time while watching them, his body trembling from the intensity.
![[Image: porn-pic-from-cuckolds-watching-wives-ge...148plc.gif]](https://www.freakden.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/porn-pic-from-cuckolds-watching-wives-getting-fucked-sex-image-gallery-172111550148plc.gif)
Gowtham buried himself deep one last time and roared as he filled Sneha’s pussy with another heavy load. Sneha screamed his name at the peak of her third orgasm, toes curled, nails digging into his back.
They collapsed together, breathing heavily, bodies glued with sweat. She said its enough.. im exhausted..
Gowtham kissed her and they hugged together and slept in tiered
Suresh had finally dozed off near in the bed, his usual spot on right side..
His body completely drained after cumming twice while watching them.
The room was wrapped in near darkness, only the faint 0-volt night bulb glowing in the corner.
Around 1:15 AM
A sudden, rhythmic creaking of the bed woke him up.
Creak… Creak… Creak…
The heavy wooden frame was shaking again — slow but powerful. Soft, wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the quiet room, accompanied by low, feminine moans.
Suresh’s eyes snapped open. His heart started pounding immediately.
He reached out and switched on the bedside lamp.
The warm yellow light flooded the massive bed, revealing everything in sharp, humiliating detail.
Gowtham was on top of Sneha in classic missionary position, his muscular body covering hers completely. His thick cock was sliding in and out of her pussy in deep, steady strokes — pulling almost all the way out, then driving back in until his heavy balls pressed against her ass. Sneha’s legs were locked tightly around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
Her big breasts were pressed flat against his chest, nipples hard and rubbing against his skin with every movement. Sweat glistened on both their bodies.
“Ahh… mmmhh… Gowtham…” Sneha moaned softly but continuously, her voice husky and dripping with satisfaction. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, lips parted.
Gowtham’s hips moved with controlled power — slow, grinding thrusts that made her whole body rock beneath him. Every time he bottomed out, a soft, wet plap sound escaped from between her legs.
Suresh stood up quietly from the chair, legs shaky. He moved right next to the edge of the bed, barely two feet away from where his wife was being fucked. The scent of their sex — sweat, cum, and her arousal — was thick in the air.
Without thinking, Suresh pulled his cock out again. It was already leaking. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly, eyes locked on the sight of Gowtham’s glistening shaft disappearing into Sneha’s stretched pussy again and again.
Gowtham noticed Suresh immediately. A dark smile spread across his face. Instead of slowing down, he adjusted his angle and started fucking Sneha harder — deeper, more possessive strokes. The bed began shaking more violently.
Thap… Thap… Thap…
“Ahh! Gowtham… yes… right there…” Sneha whimpered, completely lost in pleasure. She had no idea her husband was standing right beside them, stroking himself. Her nails raked down Gowtham’s back as she pulled him even closer.
Gowtham leaned down and kissed her deeply, tongues visibly tangling, while still pounding her. He broke the kiss just enough to look sideways at Suresh, eyes mocking.
“Watch closely, bro,” he whispered hoarsely, never breaking rhythm. “This is how your wife likes to be fucked at midnight.”
Sneha’s moans grew slightly louder as Gowtham increased his pace. Her heavy breasts jiggled every time his hips slammed against her. Her toes curled tightly. One of her hands reached down and grabbed Gowtham’s ass, urging him deeper.
“Gowtham… Gowtham…” she kept whispering like a prayer, completely surrendered.
Suresh was stroking faster now, standing so close he could see every detail — the way her pussy lips clung to Gowtham’s thick cock, the creamy wetness coating his shaft, the way her clit was swollen and rubbing against him with every thrust.
Gowtham suddenly hooked Sneha’s legs higher, almost folding her in half, and started driving into her with long, brutal strokes. The wet slapping sounds became louder. Sneha’s moans turned into sharp, breathless cries.
“Ahh… ahh… I’m close… Gowtham… don’t stop… please…”
Gowtham looked straight at Suresh again, eyes burning with dominance, and fucked her even harder — putting on a deliberate show inches away from the cuckolded husband.
Suresh’s hand moved frantically on his cock. The humiliation, the arousal, the heartbreak — everything mixed into a toxic storm inside him.
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Sneha’s body suddenly tensed. Her back arched clean off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.
“Gowtham…! I’m cumming… ahhhhhhhhh!”
Her pussy clenched violently around his cock. Her legs shook uncontrollably around his waist. Fresh juices leaked out around his thrusting shaft.
Gowtham groaned loudly, buried himself as deep as possible, and started pumping another load deep inside her while looking directly at Suresh.
The room was filled with the sounds of their shared climax — heavy breathing, soft whimpers, and the wet, obscene sounds of cum being pushed deeper.
Suresh came hard for the third time that night, his knees buckling slightly as he spilled onto the floor beside the bed.
Gowtham stayed buried inside Sneha for a long minute, kissing her lazily, whispering something in her ear that made her smile dreamily. Only then did he slowly pull out, a thick trail of cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.
Sneha lay there panting, eyes closed, glowing with satisfaction — completely unaware that her husband had been standing right there, watching and masturbating the entire time.
The three of them ate in near silence. Sneha served food like a dutiful wife, but her walk was slightly awkward, her body still marked from the earlier session.
As soon as dinner was over and the kitchen was cleaned, Gowtham didn’t wait. At 9 PM. He lifted Sneha again and carried her straight to the bed.
This time he laid her on her back in missionary position, legs spread wide apart. He climbed between her thighs, rubbed his cock along her wet pussy, and pushed inside her in one smooth thrust.
“Mmmhhh…” Sneha moaned, eyes rolling back.
At first, Gowtham fucked her slowly — deep, sensual strokes, letting her feel every inch. He leaned down, sucking hard on her nipples, biting them gently while grinding against her clit. Sneha’s hands roamed his back, pulling him closer.
Then the pace changed.
He suddenly became brutal.
Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…
His hips slammed into her with full force. The sound of skin-on-skin was loud and obscene. Sneha’s breasts bounced violently with every savage thrust. Her moans turned into loud, uncontrollable screams.
“Gowtham…! Oh fuck… Gowtham… yes… harder… don’t stop… ahhhhhh!”
Gowtham fucked her like he owned her — long, powerful strokes that made the entire bed shake. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her bouncing breasts. He grabbed her thighs, pushed them wider, and pounded even deeper.
Suresh sat on the chair, stroking himself desperately. The sight of his wife getting destroyed in their marital bed was too much. He came hard the first time within ten minutes, groaning as he spilled over his hand.
But Gowtham didn’t stop.
He kept railing Sneha for nearly forty minutes — changing angles, rotating his hips, slapping her breasts lightly. Sneha came twice, body convulsing, pussy squirting slightly around his cock.
Finally, Suresh came a second time while watching them, his body trembling from the intensity.
Gowtham buried himself deep one last time and roared as he filled Sneha’s pussy with another heavy load. Sneha screamed his name at the peak of her third orgasm, toes curled, nails digging into his back.
They collapsed together, breathing heavily, bodies glued with sweat. She said its enough.. im exhausted..
Gowtham kissed her and they hugged together and slept in tiered
Suresh had finally dozed off near in the bed, his usual spot on right side..
His body completely drained after cumming twice while watching them.
The room was wrapped in near darkness, only the faint 0-volt night bulb glowing in the corner.
Around 1:15 AM
A sudden, rhythmic creaking of the bed woke him up.
Creak… Creak… Creak…
The heavy wooden frame was shaking again — slow but powerful. Soft, wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the quiet room, accompanied by low, feminine moans.
Suresh’s eyes snapped open. His heart started pounding immediately.
He reached out and switched on the bedside lamp.
The warm yellow light flooded the massive bed, revealing everything in sharp, humiliating detail.
Gowtham was on top of Sneha in classic missionary position, his muscular body covering hers completely. His thick cock was sliding in and out of her pussy in deep, steady strokes — pulling almost all the way out, then driving back in until his heavy balls pressed against her ass. Sneha’s legs were locked tightly around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
Her big breasts were pressed flat against his chest, nipples hard and rubbing against his skin with every movement. Sweat glistened on both their bodies.
“Ahh… mmmhh… Gowtham…” Sneha moaned softly but continuously, her voice husky and dripping with satisfaction. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, lips parted.
Gowtham’s hips moved with controlled power — slow, grinding thrusts that made her whole body rock beneath him. Every time he bottomed out, a soft, wet plap sound escaped from between her legs.
Suresh stood up quietly from the chair, legs shaky. He moved right next to the edge of the bed, barely two feet away from where his wife was being fucked. The scent of their sex — sweat, cum, and her arousal — was thick in the air.
Without thinking, Suresh pulled his cock out again. It was already leaking. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly, eyes locked on the sight of Gowtham’s glistening shaft disappearing into Sneha’s stretched pussy again and again.
Gowtham noticed Suresh immediately. A dark smile spread across his face. Instead of slowing down, he adjusted his angle and started fucking Sneha harder — deeper, more possessive strokes. The bed began shaking more violently.
Thap… Thap… Thap…
“Ahh! Gowtham… yes… right there…” Sneha whimpered, completely lost in pleasure. She had no idea her husband was standing right beside them, stroking himself. Her nails raked down Gowtham’s back as she pulled him even closer.
Gowtham leaned down and kissed her deeply, tongues visibly tangling, while still pounding her. He broke the kiss just enough to look sideways at Suresh, eyes mocking.
“Watch closely, bro,” he whispered hoarsely, never breaking rhythm. “This is how your wife likes to be fucked at midnight.”
Sneha’s moans grew slightly louder as Gowtham increased his pace. Her heavy breasts jiggled every time his hips slammed against her. Her toes curled tightly. One of her hands reached down and grabbed Gowtham’s ass, urging him deeper.
“Gowtham… Gowtham…” she kept whispering like a prayer, completely surrendered.
Suresh was stroking faster now, standing so close he could see every detail — the way her pussy lips clung to Gowtham’s thick cock, the creamy wetness coating his shaft, the way her clit was swollen and rubbing against him with every thrust.
Gowtham suddenly hooked Sneha’s legs higher, almost folding her in half, and started driving into her with long, brutal strokes. The wet slapping sounds became louder. Sneha’s moans turned into sharp, breathless cries.
“Ahh… ahh… I’m close… Gowtham… don’t stop… please…”
Gowtham looked straight at Suresh again, eyes burning with dominance, and fucked her even harder — putting on a deliberate show inches away from the cuckolded husband.
Suresh’s hand moved frantically on his cock. The humiliation, the arousal, the heartbreak — everything mixed into a toxic storm inside him.
Sneha’s body suddenly tensed. Her back arched clean off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.
“Gowtham…! I’m cumming… ahhhhhhhhh!”
Her pussy clenched violently around his cock. Her legs shook uncontrollably around his waist. Fresh juices leaked out around his thrusting shaft.
Gowtham groaned loudly, buried himself as deep as possible, and started pumping another load deep inside her while looking directly at Suresh.
The room was filled with the sounds of their shared climax — heavy breathing, soft whimpers, and the wet, obscene sounds of cum being pushed deeper.
Suresh came hard for the third time that night, his knees buckling slightly as he spilled onto the floor beside the bed.
Gowtham stayed buried inside Sneha for a long minute, kissing her lazily, whispering something in her ear that made her smile dreamily. Only then did he slowly pull out, a thick trail of cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.
Sneha lay there panting, eyes closed, glowing with satisfaction — completely unaware that her husband had been standing right there, watching and masturbating the entire time.
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