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Chapter 56: Sneha is claimed and more deep seed planted. 

Finally, Gowtham pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bed, and pushed her legs all the way up until her knees were beside her head — full, deep mating press. He mounted her, his heavy, muscular body pressing her into the mattress. His thick cock sank back into her soaked, ruined pussy with one savage thrust.


His heavy balls slapped loudly against her ass as he drilled her with long, powerful, dominating strokes. Sweat poured off both their bodies. The entire room reeked of raw, filthy sex — the musky scent of her multiple orgasms, his sweat, and the wet squelching of her overstimulated cunt.
Gowtham’s thrusts grew faster, deeper, more primal. “I’m going to cum so deep inside you,” he panted, eyes locked on hers. “Gonna flood this married pussy.”

Sneha was a broken, moaning mess beneath him, legs shaking violently. “Cum in me… fill me… please!”

With a deep, animalistic groan, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into her womb, pulse after pulse, filling her until it overflowed and leaked out around his cock in creamy white rivulets.

Gowtham and Sneha lay tangled together in the wrecked bed, bodies slick with sweat and cum. His thick cock was still half-hard inside her, twitching occasionally as the last drops of his load leaked into her overflowing pussy. Sneha’s legs were loosely wrapped around his waist, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest, rising and falling with every shaky breath. The room smelled thickly of sex — raw, filthy, and intoxicating.

For a long minute, only the sound of their breathing filled the air.
Then reality slowly crept back into Sneha’s mind.

“Suresh…” she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. Her eyes widened as she turned her head toward the door. “He… he never came back. The phone was ringing so many times. Where is he?”

Gowtham smiled lazily, still buried deep inside her. He rolled his hips once, stirring his cum inside her well-fucked cunt, making her gasp softly. He kissed her swollen lips, slow and possessive.

“I know,” he murmured against her mouth. “He didn’t come. And we both know why.”
Sneha bit her lip, a flicker of nervousness crossing her flushed face. “What if something happened to him?”

Gowtham chuckled darkly, running his hand down her curvy waist to squeeze her ass. “Nothing happened to him, baby. He’s a cuckold. Deep down, he wanted this. He wanted to give us the room, the privacy… so he could imagine every dirty thing I’m doing to his wife. His ego probably got too bruised to watch it happen right in front of him. So he ran. He’ll come back with some stupid excuse — sleeping in the car, listening to music, forgot the charger, whatever. But we both know the truth.”

Sneha stayed silent, her pussy still gently clenching around his cock. She felt full, used, and strangely satisfied.

“What should I do when he comes?” she asked softly, almost shyly.

Gowtham pulled back slightly so he could look into her eyes, his gaze dominant and confident. “This is done, Sneha. We crossed the line. We fucked. And it was incredible.” He gave one slow, deep thrust, making her moan. “Now we decide what happens next.”

He brushed a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead.

“You don’t apologize. You don’t look guilty. The moment he walks in, you go to him, hug him tight, and thank him. Tell him you needed this. Tell him you’ve wanted it for so long. Be bold. Be honest. Shut down any argument with your desire. You know we planned this. If he acts hurt, I’ll handle the drama. I’ll say I waited for him, he didn’t come back on time, things got out of control… and you back me up. Tell him we’re all on the same page now.”

Sneha’s breathing quickened again. The idea sent a fresh thrill through her body.
Gowtham continued, voice low and seductive, “You tell him clearly: I will always be your life partner, your husband. But I need Gowtham as my sexual partner. At least until he gets married… or as long as I want him. A soft deal. No drama. Just honesty.

Sneha screamed through her most intense orgasm yet, her pussy milking him greedily, body convulsing under him.

Sneha’s cheeks burned, but her eyes sparkled with dark excitement. She was still leaking his cum, pussy throbbing from hours of rough sex, and the thought of facing Suresh like this — marked, claimed, owned — made her clit pulse.

“I… I don’t know if I can say all that,” she whispered, even as her hips rolled slowly against Gowtham.

“You can,” he growled, kissing her neck, sucking on the fresh hickeys he’d left. “Because you loved every second of me stretching this married pussy. You loved screaming my name while he was calling. Didn’t you?”

“Yes…” she admitted breathlessly.

Gowtham smiled victoriously and finally pulled his spent cock out of her with a wet, creamy sound. Thick white cum oozed out of her well-fucked hole, dripping down her ass onto the ruined sheets.

Sneha started to sit up, reaching for her black silk slip.

“No,” Gowtham said firmly, pulling her back down. “Stay exactly like this. Don’t wash. Don’t dress. Let him see everything when he walks in — your swollen pussy dripping my cum, the bite marks on your tits, your messy hair, the smell of our sex all over you.”

He pulled her into his arms again, spooning her from behind, his semi-hard cock resting against her ass.

“Let him smell how thoroughly I claimed you. Let him see what a real man can do to his wife.”

Sneha shivered with a mix of shame, fear, and overwhelming arousal. She pressed her ass back against him, feeling fresh heat building again.
Minutes passed.

Then they heard it — the faint sound of a van pulling up outside the hotel.

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Chapter 57 - When half truth dominates the scene. 

The door creaked open.


Suresh stepped inside, his hands still trembling, heart hammering against his ribs. The forest, the kidnapping, the endless unanswered calls — everything had left him shaken. He flicked the light switch.
The room flooded with warm yellow light.
And the world stopped.

Sneha lay completely naked on the ruined bed, her voluptuous body glowing under the light like a well-fucked goddess. Her heavy breasts were covered in fresh bite marks and hickeys. Her nipples were dark, swollen, and erect. Thick trails of white cum had dried on her stomach, thighs, and between her legs. Her pussy looked thoroughly used — puffy, red, and still leaking Gowtham’s thick seed in slow, obscene drips onto the soaked bedsheet. Her hair was a wild mess, lips swollen from hours of kissing and sucking, and her inner thighs glistened with a mixture of her own juices and Gowtham’s cum.

Gowtham was spooning her from behind, his muscular arm possessively wrapped around her waist, his semi-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks, still shiny and sticky.
The sight hit Suresh like a punch to the gut.

Before he could speak, Sneha slowly disentangled herself from Gowtham’s hold. She rose from the bed like a queen who had just been crowned in sin. Her naked body moved with a new, confident sensuality — hips swaying, breasts bouncing softly, cum still trickling down her leg.
She walked straight to her shocked husband.

To Suresh’s utter disbelief, she wrapped her arms around him warmly, pressing her naked, cum-stained body against his clothed chest. Her hard nipples poked into him. The strong, musky scent of sex — her arousal mixed with Gowtham’s seed — filled his nostrils.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She kissed his cheek tenderly, then pulled back just enough to look into his eyes with a radiant, glowing smile. “Earlier, when you wanted to do that roleplay… when you said you had cuckold fantasies… I didn’t understand. I thought it was weird. But now… now I know why you wanted it.”
She let out a soft, happy laugh, her fingers tracing his chest.

“The thrill… the danger… the new energy I feel right now… it’s like I’ve got my libido back after years. I feel alive, Suresh. Our sex life is going to be so much hotter from now on.”

Suresh’s mouth went dry. “No… Sneha, listen — I just went out to take the charger. Some men kidnapped me! Mistaken identity. They thought I was someone else who cheated a girl. They beat me and dropped me later. I swear!”

Sneha’s eyes softened with fake concern, exactly as Gowtham had predicted. His ego must be hurting, she thought. He’s making up stories so he doesn’t have to admit he wanted this. She gently touched his face.

“Suresh… are you okay? Did they hurt you?” She ran her hands over his arms and chest, pretending to check for injuries, all while standing completely naked in front of him, another man’s cum still dripping from her freshly fucked pussy.

Suresh’s eyes kept dropping to her body — the bite marks on her breasts, the red handprints on her ass, the creamy mess between her thighs. His cock twitched painfully in his pants despite everything.

“I… I planned to come back and claim you,” he said, voice cracking. “I told Gowtham to wait for me. I wanted to stop him before he went too far… but he warned me if I didn’t return in time, he wouldn’t be able to stop. I’m so sorry…”

Sneha placed a finger on his lips, shushing him gently.
“I know,” she said softly. “Gowtham told me everything while we were waiting for you. We really did wait… but the heat took over. We crossed the line. Please forgive me.”

Suresh’s eyes widened. “How could you—”
“Because sometimes fantasies become real,” she replied, her voice steady and determined. 
“And I’m glad it was Gowtham. He’s respectful. He understands us.”
Unlike some stranger we are not sure about.

Gowtham sat up on the bed, still naked, his thick cock hanging heavy between his legs. “Sorry, Suresh,” he said calmly. “And sorry for calling you ‘anna’ all this time. From now on, it’ll be just names. Feels more equal this way.”

Sneha stepped closer to her husband again, pressing her naked body against him, letting him feel the heat radiating from her well-used skin.
“Suresh… I’m still yours. Always. We just crossed a line tonight. 

Like the way you wanted always.. 

Remember how adventurous we were when we were young? We lost that fire. Tonight i got it back.” She looked deep into his eyes. 
I know you always wanted this for past few weeks.. i know you will be happy...
“Will you accept me like this? Marked. Satisfied. Still completely in love with you?”
is'nt the thrill you need. from today i will give you in regular interval.

Suresh stood frozen, staring at the woman he married — now glowing with another man’s cum on her body. A storm of jealousy, arousal, humiliation, and twisted love raged inside him.

He also realized, she had not know the full story, she still think that i needed this fantasy..
He feared if this would break her.. 
His eyes looked at her pussy randomly.. she realised there is leak of Gowtham.

Sneha smiled warmly and kissed his lips softly. “Good. I’ll go wash up and come back to you.”

She turned and walked toward the bathroom, giving both men a perfect view of her reddened ass and the fresh cum still leaking down her thighs.
The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, Gowtham stood up and walked close to Suresh, his voice low and serious.




“Suresh… she only knows half the truth. She thinks you’re the supportive husband who arranged this adventure for her. She doesn’t know we planned the whole thing with me from the beginning. She doesn’t know how deeply you orchestrated everything for just getting your erection and proving your alpha male and you never had an intention of sharing her.”


Suresh’s face went pale. Panic exploded in his chest.
What if she finds out?” he whispered, voice shaking. “What if she realizes we set her up for a different intention and fucked up like this?”

Gowtham placed a strong hand on his shoulder, smirking.
“Then everything changes. So be careful what you say from now on. Stick to what she believes.. 

Let her believe you’re the generous husband who allowed her this pleasure. Don’t get caught in your own web.”


Suresh looked at Gowtham with pure panic in his eyes, his heart racing as the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The game had gone far deeper than he ever imagined.
And there was no going back.

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Chapter 58 - No Going Back

Suresh’s voice was barely a whisper, raw with desperation. “How do we reverse this now, Gowtham? Tell me. There has to be a way.”

Gowtham stood there naked, still smelling of Sneha’s pussy and sweat, his thick cock hanging heavy between his legs. He let out a low, tired chuckle.

“There is no reversal, Suresh. It already happened. She loved every second of it. And I’m only human… I crossed the line because she felt too fucking good. That pussy is addictive. Those moans, the way she clenched around me when she came… I’m not giving that up.”
“You bastard,” Suresh hissed, fists clenched.

Gowtham’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, towering over him. “Watch your mouth. I tried my best to stop this. You didnt come on time, you made this happened and now spouting unbelievable reasons. 

See, I still respect you… but let’s be clear. I need her now. And she needs me.”


“What if I tell her everything?” Suresh threatened, voice shaking. “The real plan. How you orchestrated all of it.”

Gowtham’s smirk was cold. “Go ahead. Tell her. Break her heart. Let her know that instead of her husband claiming her like a man, he handed her over to me like a gift. Watch her face when she realizes the man she loves set her up to be fucked for his own twisted pleasure. You really want that?”

I never wanted you to fuck her.. 
Gowtham said, but thats what happened now...


Suresh froze. Before he could reply, the bathroom door cracked open.

Sneha stepped out, freshly showered but glowing with a strange, satisfied radiance. She had slipped into a thin, almost transparent white nightie that did nothing to hide her swollen nipples or the faint red marks still visible on her neck and breasts.

“I have a terrible headache,” he said softly, eyes flicking between the two of them . “I just want to sleep.”

He was lying beautifully. He just wanted to escape the night.. without other humiliation
Deep inside, she felt thrilled. Gowtham was right. Suresh’s ego is hurt. But this new dynamic… I can explore so much more now.

She walked to the bed, climbed on, and gently pulled Suresh closer. Suresh you want me tonight , like you want sex with me? should i send gowtham away?

He said no... im just sleepy, i have no mood for it now.
Her hands moved with surprising confidence as she started unbuttoning his shirt, then his pants.
 Suresh’s cock was already rock hard, betraying him despite the shame burning in his chest.

“Sneha… not now,” he whispered, embarrassed that Gowtham was watching everything.

But she didn’t listen. Her soft, warm hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft. 
She stroked him slowly, sensually, her thumb circling the leaking tip.

“You’re so hard, baby,” she murmured lovingly. I know when you allow me for your pleasure, i need to release you!

Shame and arousal twisted violently inside Suresh. Tears pricked his eyes even as pleasure built fast. Gowtham lay on the other side, watching with a quiet, victorious smile. CUCK he called him in the mind. 

Sneha’s hand moved faster, slick with his pre-cum. Within just a few minutes, Suresh groaned pathetically and came hard — thick spurts landing on his own stomach while his wife milked him dry.

Sneha kissed his forehead tenderly. lets sleep she said hugging suresh. Within minutes, exhaustion pulled all three into uneasy sleep.

---

At 1 AM, Suresh woke up with a start.
The bed felt different. Warmer on the other side.
He turned his head and saw them — Sneha had shifted completely into Gowtham’s arms. She was spooned tightly against him, completely naked again, his strong arm wrapped possessively around her waist, his face buried in her neck. They looked peaceful. Intimate. Like lovers but they were lost in sleep. 

Suresh couldn’t sleep after that. Jealousy gnawed at him like acid. but glad they have already slept

---

At 2 AM, the bed started shaking.
Softly at first… then harder.
Suresh’s eyes flew open. In the dim moonlight coming through the curtains, the sight burned into his brain.

Sneha was on her stomach,  she is facing away from him. Gowtham was behind her, gripping her wide hips, thrusting powerfully into her ass. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Sneha’s heavy breasts swung with every deep stroke, her face buried in the pillow to muffle her moans.

Gowtham was taking her ass hard — long, deliberate, dominating strokes that made her body jolt forward. Her pussy was visibly dripping onto the sheets again.

Sneha suddenly noticed Suresh was awake. She turned her head, eyes glassy with pleasure, lips parted.
“Sorry, baby…” she whispered breathlessly, voice trembling with every thrust. “Go back to sleep…”

But she didn’t stop. Instead, she pushed her ass back harder onto Gowtham’s thick cock, taking him deeper into her tightest hole.
Gowtham looked straight at Suresh, eyes dark with lust and dominance, and slammed into Sneha’s ass with a powerful stroke, making her cry out in raw pleasure.

“ahhhh… Gowtham… deeper,” she moaned shamelessly, no longer trying to hide it.
The bed shook harder. Sneha’s hand reached back, spreading her ass cheek for him as he fucked her with long, brutal strokes. Her body glistened with fresh sweat. Another man was claiming her most private hole right beside her husband… and she was loving every second of it.


Suresh lay there frozen, his body rigid under the thin sheet. His cock was painfully hard again, throbbing against his stomach despite the tears of humiliation and unwanted arousal rolling silently down his cheeks. The wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the dark hotel room — loud, obscene, and relentless.


Plap… Plap… Plap… Plap…

Gowtham was fucking Sneha’s ass with deep, powerful strokes, his thick cock stretching her tightest hole right beside her husband. Sneha moaned shamelessly into the pillow, pushing her hips back to take him even deeper, her heavy breasts swinging with every thrust. She was completely lost in pleasure, no longer caring that Suresh was watching.

There was truly no going back now.
Suresh had gotten trapped in his own scheme.

Suresh’s mind spun in chaos. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen… I just wanted the thrill, the fantasy, to feel like an alpha again. Instead, I pushed them into a full sexual relationship. His carefully laid plans had backfired spectacularly. What was meant to be a controlled game had turned into something real, raw, and dangerously addictive for both gowtham and sneha.

But he was determined.

I have to fix this, he thought, clenching his jaw. I will win Sneha back. Slowly. Steadily. I’ll play along for now, act supportive, and gradually change her mind. I’ll make her crave only me again.

Yet deep down, doubt gnawed at him. Is it even possible anymore? Will they stop? Or has this fire already grown too big to control? For tonight, he had no choice but to tolerate it — to lie there and endure every moan, every wet slap, every time his wife cried out another man’s name.
At that exact moment, Gowtham’s phone screen lit up on the bedside table. A new message flashed brightly in the darkness.

Ramesh: Sir, you just sent 10k. We are 10 members. We need at least 2k each. Please send one more 10k.
Without breaking rhythm, Gowtham reached over, picked up his phone with one hand while still buried deep inside Sneha’s ass, and quickly typed a reply. He opened his UPI app, transferred another ₹10,000, and tossed the phone back down.

The entire time, his hips never stopped moving — long, possessive strokes that made Sneha whimper and moan louder.
Suresh’s eyes widened in pure shock as the horrifying question

who was he messaging at this hour?

The “mistaken identity” was never a mistake. 
It was orchestrated. Gowtham had arranged everything so he could have uninterrupted hours to fuck Sneha senseless.
but will suresh finnd it?

And now, with his cock still balls-deep in Suresh’s wife’s ass, Gowtham glanced over at him with a dark, victorious smirk — as if daring him to say something.

Sneha, completely unaware, pushed back harder onto Gowtham’s thick cock and moaned breathlessly, “Yes… fuck my ass harder…”
Suresh lay there in stunned silence, tears still flowing, his own cock leaking pre-cum as the brutal truth settled over him.

The man he had trusted to play the game had just taken full control.
And the game had become dangerously real.

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I just updated the last chapter as it missed key point a Twist 


Who ever stay awake and readd this.. Thank you so much. Good night :)

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 59 - Sneha's Assurance


Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, painting the hotel room in soft golden hues. Suresh stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open. His cock was already rock-hard, standing proud and throbbing against his stomach — a morning erection he hadn’t experienced in years, is regular now.. for past few weeks, ever since their schema begin.. The old problem that had haunted him for so long seemed to have vanished overnight like forever.

But the victory felt hollow.

He turned his head. The bed was empty except for him. Gowtham and Sneha were gone. The sheets beneath him told the whole filthy story — massive wet patches, dried and fresh cum stains, and the unmistakable creamy residue of Sneha’s multiple orgasms mixed with Gowtham’s thick loads. The entire bed smelled strongly of raw, passionate sex.

A single night had completely changed everything.

Suresh sat up slowly, staring at the ruined bedsheet. Do I really need to keep acting like this? His mind raced. Gowtham fucked her like he owned her… and I lost her to a much younger man. Is he still my friend, or has he become the culprit? We planned this together… but he claimed her before i could claim her first, just because i was not available at the right moment... Now he wants me to play along just because Sneha said she liked it?

The weight of his own lies crushed him.

I only wanted a roleplay… some fear, some thrill. Gowtham twisted it into full cuckoldry and lied to her that this was my fantasy. I know it, im okay with lie, provided it should be reversed with a strong drama of me claiming her last night , fighting him off, kicking him out, but i was absent at right time making him to claim her... she was fucked by him.. will my fight matters any more?  now she thinks i like cuckold fantasy, i even once said her i want it.. she is embracing it now, she actively doing it.. If I tell her the truth now, she’ll be devastated. She’ll look at me with disgust. How do I explain that I orchestrated everything just to feel like an alpha again?

The questions tore him apart. Should I play along like Gowtham said? Then I’ll truly become a cuckold…
No i looked like already became one..
how would i turn this back?

The bathroom door clicked open.

Sneha stepped out, completely naked, her skin still glistening from the shower. Water droplets traced sensual paths down her heavy breasts, over her soft belly, and down her smooth thighs. The red bite marks and hickeys from last night stood out beautifully against her fair skin. Her pussy looked slightly swollen, still bearing the signs of being thoroughly used.

“Good morning, Suresh,” she said softly, her voice warm and affectionate.

He forced a small smile. 

Sneha noticed the tension on his face immediately.
She crawled onto the bed on all fours, her breasts swaying heavily, and came close to him.

“What happened, baby?”
 she asked, gently cupping his cheek.
 “You look worried.”
“Nothing,” he muttered.

Sneha’s eyes dropped to his hard cock and she smiled knowingly. “Look at you… your erection problem seems to be completely gone. 
That’s good, right?” She leaned in to kiss his lips, but he turned his face slightly.

“I haven’t brushed yet.”
“So what?” 
she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “Haven’t we kissed with morning breath before?” 

Suresh looking elsewhere gave Sneha a sign that he is worried?
She thought it could be because of sudden changes since last night 

She caught his face with both hands and looked deep into his eyes. 
“Stop worrying, Suresh. 
I know what you’re feeling. 
It was you who wanted this. 
I’m into it now. 
Its just sex, 
Did it disturb you when it turned real?”

Once you got me vibrator to enjoy right..
imagine Gowtham as human version of it.
That's the place i have for him..

The word make him look at Sneha, with a hope.. 

She pressed her soft, naked body against his, her hard nipples brushing his chest.
“No matter how much I enjoy being with him in bed… my heart belongs to you. 
I will always crawl back into your arms after every session. 

We have a family. Pleasures may come and go, but our family stays.
I know my limits.”

Suresh was almost convinced by her choice of words!
Am i thinking too much, 
Yes its just sex right?
She always belongs to me.. 

Suresh liked how Sneha was putting effort to convince him.
More than convincing for accepting the new norm, its about how she had in her heart.. 
That got a weightage. 

He wanted a hug from her...
Sneha saw his eyes. Not sure how she got it understand
She hugged him tightly. Their nude bodies pressed together, skin on skin. 

Suresh could feel the heat radiating from her freshly bathed body.
In his ear, she whispered seductively, “You want me now?”

Without waiting for an answer, Sneha pushed him onto his back and straddled him in cowgirl position. 

She reached down, grabbed his hard cock, and slowly sank onto it with a soft moan.

“Mmm… you still feel so good inside me,” she breathed, starting to ride him with slow, sensual rolls of her hips. 
Her heavy breasts bounced beautifully with every movement.

But Suresh could feel the difference immediately. 
Her pussy felt noticeably looser, warmer, and wetter than before — clearly stretched and shaped by Gowtham’s much thicker cock. 
The realization sent a sharp sting of jealousy through him, yet it also made him throb harder.

He suddenly flipped her onto her back and entered her in missionary, thrusting with desperate need. 
Sneha wrapped her legs around him, moaning sweetly, her nails gently raking his back.

“I’ll never leave you out, baby,” she whispered between moans. 
“I’ll always be available for you… whenever I go to him, I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

Suresh fucked her harder, trying to reclaim what he had lost. But after just ten minutes, he groaned and came inside her — a powerful but quick orgasm. Sneha held him close, patting his back lovingly as he emptied himself.

She know he was disturbed, she knows it was her duty to resolve him, 
after all in their young days, they did the same..
they stood for each other.

She herself doesn't know what happened last night, like how it turned like this from original plan
but she decided this is how her life going to be for some days.
She had a new partner, she feel it was her duty to give special care to her love of life Suresh and make sure he never feel ignored or taken for granted. Be a dutiful wife and lover to him.

They stayed locked in that embrace, breathing heavily.

At that moment, the main door opened.
Gowtham walked in, looking fresh and confident. He saw them still joined together — Suresh on top of Sneha, his cock softening inside her.
“Looks like the love birds are having morning action,” he said with a casual smirk. “Cute.”

I just went for a walk. He dropped his keys on the table and continued, “We need to start back home in two hours if we want to reach by night. Tomorrow is Friday — we have to pick up Ramya from her hostel, remember?”

Sneha smiled at Gowtham warmly, still gently stroking Suresh’s hair. Suresh, still buried inside his wife, could only lie there silently, trapped between the warmth of Sneha’s body and the cold reality of the new dynamic.

The weekend was coming.
And their new reality was only just beginning.

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I humbly bow for your determination. I have never seen or followed a writer with such persistence. I am truly honored to be reading what you are writing. Thank you. Such a fantastic read. I can tell you have put in a lot of work into this. Love the way you structured it with such a unique perspective & made it so interesting ! You are a great storyteller. Thank you for an absolute surreal reading experience.
Pardon my ignorance but is this the end ?

few more chapters left

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Chapter 60 - The First Taste of Insecurity


The journey back to Bangalore took nearly nine exhausting hours. The car was filled with heavy silence, broken only by occasional small talk and forced smiles. Everyone was drained — from the long drive, from the nonstop sex, and from the emotional weight of everything that had happened.

By the time they reached home, it was past midnight. They barely spoke. Sneha gave Suresh a long, loving hug and whispered, “I’m still yours, baby,” before they all collapsed into bed. Gowtham took the guest room. No one had the energy for anything more.

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The next morning felt deceptively normal.

Sneha woke up early like the dutiful housewife she always was. She moved around the house in her simple cotton nightie, collecting the laundry from the trip, washing dishes, and cleaning the rooms that had been left messy. Gowtham left for office after a quick breakfast, kissing Sneha on the cheek casually in front of Suresh before heading out. Suresh went to work, trying hard to focus.

By evening, the familiar weekend routine called.
Suresh left office early to pick up Ramya from her hostel. As always, Sneha used to accompany him. He dialed her number while driving.
Sneha picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, I’m on the way to pick Ramya. You’re coming, right?”
There was a slight pause.

“I have so much work here, Suresh. We left the house in such a mess when we went to the hill station. I’m still cleaning. You pick her up directly and come home.”
The words “hill station” hit Suresh like a trigger.

His mind instantly flashed back — Sneha’s loud moans, Gowtham pounding her ass, the bed shaking violently, her screaming another man’s name. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.
What if she’s not cleaning? What if Gowtham is there right now? What if she’s spreading her legs for him instead of coming to pick up her own daughter?

Anger and suspicion burned in his chest. But he controlled his voice.
“Okay,” he said tightly and cut the call.
He immediately dialed Gowtham.

No answer.
He tried again. Still no pickup.

His heart started racing. He pressed the accelerator harder.

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By the time he reached the hostel, picked up Ramya, and drove back, his mind had already painted the worst pictures. As soon as he parked in the apartment basement, Ramya jumped out excitedly and ran toward the lift.

Suresh quickly dialed Gowtham again.
This time he picked up.

“I’ve picked Ramya. We’re coming up right now,” Suresh said sharply. “If you two are doing anything, stop and leave. Now.”

Gowtham sounded genuinely confused. “Are you mad, Suresh? I just came back from office. I was driving earlier, that’s why I couldn’t pick up. I’m not even at your house.”

Suresh didn’t believe him.

Suresh sprinted up the stairs to the fourth floor, skipping the lift. His heart pounded wildly.
He reached the floor before the lift goes up..

He stopped Ramya who just came out of life, “Sweetie, Appa forgot his purse in the car. Can you go get it?”

As soon as Ramya turned back toward the car,
He unlocked the door quietly and burst inside.

The house looked normal. No strange sounds. No clothes scattered.
He rushed straight to the bedroom.
Empty.

He checked the guest room. Also empty.
Then he heard movement in Ramya’s room. He pushed the door open.

Sneha was there — fully dressed in a simple salwar kameez, hair tied in a bun, arranging Ramya’s books and clothes. She looked fresh, slightly sweaty from cleaning, but there were no signs of recent sex. No flushed face, no messy hair, no hickeys visible.

Sneha turned, surprised. “What happened? Why did you come running like this?”
Suresh stood there panting, feeling foolish.

“Nothing… I’ll tell you later,” he muttered.
Just then Ramya walked in, holding the purse. “Appa, your purse wasn’t in the car.”
Suresh forced a smile. “Oh… I found it here only. Must have kept it in my pant pocket.”

Sneha gave him a long, searching look. She understood something was off, but she didn’t push in front of Ramya.

---

Later that night, after Ramya went to sleep, Suresh sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Sneha came and lay beside him, gently placing her head on his chest.
"is everything alright?” she asked softly.
Suresh didn’t reply.
She sighed. “whatever bugs you tell yourself it will be alright soon!"
He stayed silent.

The new norm had just begun — and Suresh was already realizing how painful and exhausting it was going to be. Every time Sneha was alone, every time she didn’t pick up a call immediately, every innocent delay… his mind would torture him with images of her moaning under Gowtham.
He had set himself on fire.

And now he had to live in the flames.

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Chapter 61 - The First Crack


After Ramya returned to the hostel on Monday morning, the house slowly slipped back into its new rhythm.

Sneha was in full “dutiful wife” mode the entire day — waking Suresh with gentle kisses, making his favourite filter coffee, and packing fresh homemade lunch for both him and Gowtham. When Gowtham came over before leaving for office, he pulled Sneha close in the kitchen and gave her a deep, lingering lip kiss right in front of Suresh. Their tongues met briefly. Sneha let out a soft, happy hum.

The sight twisted something sharp in Suresh’s chest, but he stayed silent. This is the new normal, he reminded himself. His cock still twitched traitorously at the sight.

He had the urge, he wanted her, proper, full for himself. He decided tonight he will take her in bed. Almost for a week he feel himself off, he wanted to Surprise her with his new love and energy he had now.. after all the things happend.

He spent the whole day at work fantasizing about reclaiming her that night. He bought her favourite perfume and a box of premium chocolates on the way home, hiding them carefully in the bedroom cupboard. Tonight will be different, he told himself. I’ll remind her why she married me.


Dinner was quiet but civil. Gowtham joined them as usual. After eating, he rubbed his temples and said casually, “I have a terrible headache. Sneha, can you give me a head massage with that balm later?”

“Sure,” Sneha replied softly. “I’ll come after washing the vessels.”

At 10 PM, Suresh went into the bedroom, placed the perfume bottle and chocolate box neatly on the bed, dimmed the lights, and waited. He kept checking the time, imagining how he would take her slowly, make love to her like old times.

By 10.30 PM, he dozed off while scrolling Instagram.

He woke up at 11:10 PM.

The bed was still empty. 
Sneha hadn’t come back. 
He went out to check, the house was silent.

The vessels in the kitchen were already washed and neatly arranged. 
He then remembered Gowtham calling her to massage his head..

He wanted to check them but trusted she will be back.. she wont leave him like this, uninformed..
he trusted her and went back to bed.. 
waiting for her he dozed off again.

He woke up with a jerk at 12:10 AM.

The bed beside him was cold. Empty.

The perfume and chocolates sat untouched exactly where he had placed them. The house was eerily silent.

Suresh sat up, rubbing his face. He walked into hall... Sneha had went to massage him long ago… but she hadn’t come to him.
A cold, sinking dread twisted in his stomach. He knows what it is.. 

He stepped out of the flat, heart already racing, and crossed the short corridor to Gowtham’s door. 
It was unlocked.
The moment he pushed it open, the sounds assaulted him.

Soft, breathy female moans.
The wet, rhythmic creaking of a bed.
Deep masculine grunts.
The unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Suresh’s legs moved on their own. 
He walked down the passage and pushed open the bedroom door.

The sight hit him like a burning knife straight to the heart.

Sneha was gloriously naked, straddling Gowtham in deep cowgirl position. Her thick, juicy ass rolled in slow, sensual circles as she impaled herself again and again on his thick cock. Every time she sank down, her swollen pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth, glistening with her creamy juices that coated his shaft and dripped down his balls.

Her heavy breasts bounced heavily with each movement, nipples dark and hard. One of Gowtham’s strong hands gripped her ass cheek, spreading it, while the other squeezed her breast. Their mouths were locked in a filthy, passionate kiss — tongues visibly sliding and sucking, saliva glistening on their chins.

They looked completely lost in each other. Like real lovers.
Suresh stood frozen in the doorway, unable to speak.

Sneha finally sensed his presence. She broke the kiss with a wet pop, her swollen, shiny lips parting. Her eyes were glassy with lust, cheeks flushed deep red. She was still gently grinding on Gowtham’s cock, her hips moving in tiny circles as if she couldn’t bear to stop.

“Sorry, Suresh…” she breathed, voice husky and thick with arousal. “We didn’t plan this… it just happened. You go sleep, baby. I’ll come soon.”


Before Suresh could even process her words, Sneha turned back to Gowtham as if her husband wasn’t even there. She cupped his face with both hands and kissed him again — deeper, hungrier — moaning loudly into his mouth as she resumed riding him with slow, deliberate strokes.

Suresh felt his stomach drop.

A minute later, Sneha pulled away just enough to look at him again, still impaled on Gowtham.

She realized Suresh was hurt.. her mind battled.. 
is he hurt, should i have informed him?
but she lost in heat she needed some privacy..

“Suresh, please…” she whispered, almost pleading, but her hips never stopped moving. 
“Give us some privacy tonight. Just this once. I’ll come back soon, okay?”

Suresh stood unmoved.. You should have informed me,
i waited for you for hours. from 10PM .... 3 hours..

She lifted herself off Gowtham’s cock with a long, wet schlick. A thick string of her creamy arousal stretched between her dripping pussy and his glistening shaft before breaking. She walked toward Suresh completely naked — breasts swaying heavily, thighs shiny with juices, fresh bite marks glowing on her neck and breasts.



She reached him, stood on her toes, and kissed his cheek tenderly, almost maternally.
I'm sorry, i did'nt plan it else i would have sought your permission and told you in advance..

We just stated with a good night kiss unplanned we got into it.
“Please, baby… just this night, next time i will tell you in advance.” she whispered softly against his ear.
Please i feel odd and guilt.. with the guilt i Could'nt focus...let me finish this soon and come back soon.. i promise..

Suresh decided to leave he said okay.. come soon..

Behind her, Gowtham lay on the bed with a dark, satisfied smirk, his massive wet cock standing proud and throbbing.

As Suresh turned to leave, his heart shattering, Gowtham suddenly rose from the bed like a predator. In one smooth motion, he grabbed Sneha’s waist from behind and lifted her effortlessly. She let out a surprised, playful giggle as he carried her back to the bed and dropped her onto her back.

Suresh paused at the doorway and looked back one last time.

Gowtham was already between Sneha’s spread legs, pushing her thighs wide apart. With one powerful thrust, he buried his thick cock back inside her soaked pussy.

Sneha’s back arched, her mouth fell open in a loud, shameless moan that echoed through the flat.

“Fuuuck… Gowtham…” she cried out as he started fucking her hard in missionary, her breasts bouncing violently with every deep stroke.

The wet slapping sounds and her rising moans followed Suresh as he stepped out of the flat and closed the door behind him.

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He walked back to his own empty flat like a ghost.

The perfume and chocolates were still waiting on the bed, untouched.

Suresh sat on the edge of the mattress, staring at them with dead eyes. His cock was painfully hard, his heart was bleeding, and his mind kept replaying the image of his wife willingly going back to Gowtham’s cock even after seeing him standing there.

He waited.
1 AM…
2 AM…
3 AM…


He finally drifted into a restless sleep around 3:30 AM.

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At 6:10 AM, sunlight streamed into the room.

Suresh woke up to the sound of running water in the bathroom. The perfume bottle and chocolate box were gone from the bed — Sneha must have moved them.
The bathroom door opened.

Sneha stepped out, fresh from a shower, wearing only a towel. Her skin was glowing, hair wet, fresh bite marks visible on her neck and breasts.
She saw him sitting at the edge of the bed and smiled tenderly. She walked over, stood between his legs, and hugged his head to her chest.
“Sorry, baby… it was completely unplanned,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Suresh stayed still for a moment.
Then he gently pushed her arms away and looked up at her with tired, determined eyes.
“Sneha,” he said, voice low but firm. “We need to talk.”

Sneha’s smile faded slightly. 
She searched his face, sensing the seriousness in his tone.

[heygiwriter]

I can sense a closure for this story in next 5-10 chapter, should i extend or give a nice closure?

also no drama of love.. just sex , realisation, good closure. 

[heygiwriter]

Man.. you are one genius.. feels original bro

Thank You

[heygiwriter]

Hi

The story going very well, don’t close this in 5-10 chapters, extended this story as long as possible with many sexual encounters with hot pics and details explaining all the positions and moning

All your stories are masterpieces and give erection while reading, just add few more hot pics to make it very erotic

It depends .. Right now, It goes as Gowtham plans. Lets see if Suresh can race ahead him or settle with the setup..

as for pictures its tough to find images between the story ,writing takes huge time

[heygiwriter]

It would be best if it ends with Sneha shooting Gowtham dead with her own hands for hurting her husband.

There may be a punishment for Gowtham but only through love & Sex. not through violence.

[heygiwriter]

First of all, I want to thank you for your dedication towards your stories and the consistent updates with such details. o not make it a regular cuckold story with a wimp husband please. He was tricked into it. And I think it's time for husband to talk to her seriously about ending it. It's just my opinion

I guess he already to came to that point.. will he do it? is the question.. going by his character and his patience, there may be any logic but he seems to be submissive

[heygiwriter]

Very well said indeed. Gowtham deserves punishment. Suresh is getting punished for his misdeeds already. Therefore it will be unjust if Gowtham escapes without receiving any befitting punishment. A homewrecker cannot be tolerated.

Any day homewrecker should be punished there is no second thought.. :)

[heygiwriter]

Heygi, thanks for a wonderful story. The way I see it now, Sneha will come to know of Gowtham's plan through his own mouth and then she will repent heavily. If Gowtham makes a girlfriend or get married, Sneha will take sweet revenge through Cucking Gowtham with Suresh.

I leave it to your discretion on the story but very well crafted story, hats off to your writing skills!
PS: I keep on refreshing the feed for updates, I am addicted :) :P

This is an interesting pov but right now only focus on 3 characters :)

[heygiwriter]

Oohh, now Gowtham started manipulating suresh without knowing.i wanna see how much Gowtham and sneha goes and how much suresh lead it.
I want to see whether sneha is kinky than both of them and goes to more exhibit side or outside sex.

Awesome bro. Keep up your work

Thank you

[heygiwriter]

very nice story, liked the way you navigated the story and thank you for the regular updates. I am waiting to see how far will sneha go, would she entertain someone else with or without gowtham

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 62 - Suresh Realization and determination


Sneha froze.

The moment the words “We need to talk” left Suresh’s mouth, her warm smile vanished. A visible shiver ran through her body. She was still wearing only a towel, her skin damp from the shower, fresh love bites from Gowtham clearly visible on her neck and the swell of her breasts.

She suddenly felt exposed — not just physically, but emotionally.

Oh no... it must be about last night, she thought, panic rising. I really messed up.

Her mind raced desperately for excuses. I should have been careful, i should'nt taken his permission as taken for granted, I should have told him I was going to Gowtham’s flat. But It wasn’t planned right… I only went to give a head massage. How did it turn into full sex? will he believe if i tell him its unplanned.. did this hurt him bad...


Suresh sat on the edge of the bed, looking tired and serious. He pointed toward the cupboard.

“Did you see the sweets and perfume I kept on the bed last night?”
Sneha nodded slowly. “Yes… I kept them inside.”
“I bought them for you,” Suresh said, his voice low and heavy. “You know why?”

Sneha looked puzzled.

“In ten-plus years of marriage, whenever I was in the mood and wanted to make love to you properly, I always brought something like this. Last night… I wanted you. I waited for you like a fool. Three hours just hoping you’d come back after finishing your works in kitchen.. then after knowing you are with him, i still believed... but another three hours waiting for you to return to our bed went for no use.

Six hours, Sneha. I lost sleep. I lost peace.”

Each word landed on Sneha like a hammer.
Her eyes filled with tears. Shit… how did I let heat take over like that? I completely forgot about him.

“I’m really disappointed,” Suresh continued, his voice cracking slightly.
“I don’t think this will work out.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Sneha’s knees gave way.
 She dropped down in front of him on the floor, still in her towel, and held his hands tightly.

“I’m sincerely sorry, Suresh,” she said, voice trembling. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I didn’t know you had plans for us last night. Gowtham and I… it wasn’t planned at all. I went to give him a head massage because he said he had a headache. Things just… happened. If you had given me even one hint that you wanted me, I would have stayed with you. I swear on Ramya. Please don’t think Gowtham or sex is more important than you. It hurts that you feel this way.”

Suresh looked at his wife kneeling before him, genuinely remorseful, and felt a storm inside his chest.

He didn’t want to be a cuckold anymore, even when he took the role it was forced on him not by anyone but by situation.. Ever since he witnessed their sex, its an unsaid thing that they were in open relationship.. He had already shared his wife... He didn’t want to keep pretending he was fine sharing her. 

But another fear gripped him even tighter — What if I ban it completely? What if i say no to her to have sex with gowtham or any fantasies or kink or open relationship. 

The visuals of last night flashed in his mind — Sneha riding Gowtham, kissing him passionately, moaning his name even after seeing her husband at the door. The chemistry between them was dangerous.

The visual send him a warning.. no she wont agree to it, even if she agree, she may stay silent for someday and she may choose to cheat him.. the chemistry they shared was such a dangerous one. His mind strongly believed. 


He couldn’t trust anyone. Not even his loyal wife. Heat and pleasure had a way of breaking even the strongest bonds.
So he made a decision.

He wouldn’t end it abruptly. 
He would control it. Slowly. Smartly.
He would set rules that looked fair but would gradually choke the fire until Sneha herself lost interest.

He would reclaim his position as the head of the house.
Suresh took a deep breath and spoke with calm authority.

“Sneha… if we are going to continue this… then I need respect. 
Respect as your husband. 
Respect as your lover. 
Respect as the head of this family.”

Sneha looked up at him, still kneeling, listening carefully.

“I cannot allow things to keep happening without any boundaries. 

Today you had ‘no plan.’ Tomorrow you might have another reason.
I refuse to live like this. 

So I’m going to set some rules and boundaries for this… open relationship. 

If both of you can follow them, we can proceed. If not, we’ll have to rethink everything.”
Sneha nodded immediately, relief washing over her face.

“I’ll do anything, Suresh. I’m really sorry I hurt you. 
Tell me the rules. Let’s talk about them.”

Suresh smirked, i know it, his mind shouted.
If she really valued him, she would have said, we shall stop it Suresh, i dont want anything.. 
but the words were like this "Tell me the rules. Let’s talk about them"
She like him, his sex, every bit.. He realized its really really tough to break them.

He came back to reality..

Suresh spoke after a minute 
“I haven’t finalized them yet. 
I have just thought we should have one, a disciplined rule to keep our relastionship healthy..
don't forget we have a family.

But I will by evening. 
When I come back from office, I want both you and Gowtham to sit with me in the hall.
We will discuss everything properly.”

Sneha squeezed his hands. “Okay. I’ll tell Gowtham too.”

Suresh stood up without another word and walked toward the bathroom. Before closing the door, he looked back at his wife — still kneeling on the floor, towel barely covering her body, eyes red from crying.

He felt a strange mix of pain, power, and determination.
This ends on my terms, he thought. Slowly. One rule at a time.

He closed the bathroom door behind him.
The game of control had just begun.

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Chapter 63 - Dangerous Whispers


Gowtham stepped into Suresh’s flat casually, still in his shorts and T-shirt, hair messy from sleep. 

He had come for his usual morning coffee from Sneha.
The bedroom door was wide open.

The moment he entered the hall, he froze for a second — then a dark thrill shot through his body.
Sneha was still kneeling on the floor beside the bed, completely vulnerable, wearing only a white towel that barely covered her breasts and thighs. Her eyes were red, cheeks wet with tears. She looked guilty, submissive, and incredibly fuckable.

Gowtham smirked. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom — Suresh was inside.
Without wasting a second, he walked straight into the bedroom. Sneha’s eyes widened in shock when she saw him. She quickly pressed a finger to her lips, signalling him desperately to stay silent.

But Gowtham had no intention of being quiet.
He reached down, hooked his finger into the edge of her towel, and yanked it away in one smooth motion. 
The towel fell to the floor, leaving Sneha completely naked on her knees.

She gasped, her heavy breasts jiggling, nipples already hardening from the cool air and sudden exposure. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her pussy and chest, but Gowtham grabbed her wrists and pulled them apart, drinking in the sight of her freshly fucked body — bite marks, hickeys, and the faint redness between her thighs.

“Gowtham… no…” she whispered urgently, eyes darting toward the bathroom door. “Suresh is right there… showering…”
The danger only made Gowtham harder. His cock tented obviously in his shorts. 
He grinned wickedly and dropped his shorts to his ankles, his thick, heavy cock springing free, already half-hard and throbbing.

“Suck it,” he whispered, holding the base and waving the fat head in front of her lips. “Only then I’ll leave.”

Sneha’s eyes widened in panic and unwilling arousal. 
She shook her head, but Gowtham grabbed the back of her head gently but firmly and rubbed his cockhead across her soft lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum.
She gave in for a second — her tongue darted out and gave one hesitant lick — before she pulled back sharply.
“Not here!” she hissed. “Kitchen… now.”

They moved quickly and silently to the kitchen.
The moment they reached the counter, Gowtham grabbed Sneha by her waist, lifted her effortlessly, and sat her naked ass on the cold granite slab. Her legs spread wide on their own. He stepped between them, lined up his now rock-hard cock, and thrust into her soaked pussy in one deep stroke.

“Ahh—!” Sneha moaned before clamping her mouth shut.

Gowtham clamped his hand over her mouth and started fucking her with raw, urgent strokes — deep, powerful, and dangerous. 

The wet plap-plap-plap sound of his balls slapping her ass echoed softly in the kitchen. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. He leaned in and kissed her hard, tongue invading her mouth, while pounding her relentlessly on the kitchen counter.

For a few dangerous seconds, Sneha gave in completely — her legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders, pussy clenching around his thick cock.
Then reality hit her.

She pushed at his chest frantically. “Stop… stop… Gowtham, please!”
He slowed down but stayed buried deep inside her, grinding slowly.

“What happened?” he asked, breathing heavily, still rocking his hips.
Sneha looked serious, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Something serious happened this morning. Suresh is bringing in rules… boundaries for us.”

Gowtham’s cock twitched inside her, but his expression changed instantly. The heat in his eyes cooled.
“Rules?” he asked, frowning. “What kind of rules?”

“I don’t know yet,” she whispered, still impaled on him. 
“He said he’ll tell us everything this evening. 
He wants both of us in the hall when he comes back from office.”
Gowtham’s mind raced. His cock slowly softened inside her as cold calculation replaced lust.

Rules? 
This wasn’t part of the plan. Everything had been going so smoothly. 
Had he missed something? Had Suresh found out about the kidnapping? The payments? The careful manipulation?

Sneha noticed his distraction. “What are you thinking? Are you upset?”

Gowtham forced a smile and pushed his cock back inside her with a slow, deep thrust, making her gasp.



“No, darling,” he whispered against her lips. 
“No one can control me… except you. 
If you want this, I’ll obey the rules.
But I’ll always find my way to fuck you. Always.”

His cock hardened again instantly. 
He lifted her off the slab, still buried deep inside her, and carried her a few steps toward the bedroom, her legs wrapped around him.

“Gowtham, stop!” she whispered urgently. “He might come out any second. He’s already upset. Please… give me my towel and leave.”

He finally pulled out of her with a wet pop, her juices dripping down her thighs.
He handed her the towel but stopped her before she could cover herself.
“I’ll come home early today,” he said, voice low and possessive. 

"One hour before usual. We’ll plan properly. I need you, Sneha. I need this pleasure. I’m not stopping.”
Sneha smiled despite the tension. She quickly kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”

Gowtham pulled up his shorts and quietly left the flat.

---

Back in his own apartment, Gowtham’s expression turned serious. He opened his laptop and immediately checked the booking records, cake orders, event planner logs, and all the fake arrangements he had made to manipulate the situation.

No recent calls in Suresh’s name.
No red flags.
Still, a nagging doubt remained.

What if Suresh knows something? What if he’s planning to tighten the noose?
Gowtham leaned back in his chair, eyes dark with calculation.

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Chapter 64 – Gowtham’s True Darkness - His POV

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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.