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Chapter 65 – The Pre-Meeting


Gowtham reached the apartment complex almost two hours earlier than usual. The moment he stepped out of the lift, his heartbeat quickened with dark excitement. He quietly opened the door to Suresh’s flat using the spare key Sneha had given him and stepped inside.

Sneha was in the kitchen, wearing a simple maroon saree, arranging snacks for the evening discussion. The moment she heard the door, she turned — and her eyes softened with both desire and nervousness.

Before she could say anything, Gowtham closed the distance in three long strides, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her deeply. His tongue invaded her mouth possessively as his hands roamed over her saree-clad body, squeezing her heavy breasts through the fabric.

“Gowtham… Suresh will be back soon…” she whispered breathlessly between kisses.

“Not for another two hours,” he growled, already pulling at her saree pallu. “I need you right now.”
In less than a minute, her saree lay pooled on the floor. Gowtham lifted her naked body and carried her straight to the bedroom — the same bed where Suresh had waited with perfume and chocolates the previous night.

He laid her down gently, but there was nothing gentle in the way he entered her. In one smooth thrust, his thick cock buried deep into her already wet pussy. Sneha moaned loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as he started fucking her with long, sensual strokes.

For the next hour, they made love — slow, passionate, and intense. Gowtham sucked on her breasts, bit her neck, and whispered filthy praises while pounding her deep. Sneha came twice, once on his cock and once with his fingers on her clit, moaning his name shamelessly.


After the first round, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside her.

Gowtham looked into her eyes and asked softly, “Are you too hot for me, baby? Can’t control yourself?”
Sneha bit her lip, a mix of guilt and lust in her eyes.

“I don’t know… What if Suresh wants me to stop everything? I feel like this might be our last time… so I just wanted one proper session before it ends.”
Those words hit Gowtham like ice water.
No. I will never allow that.

He cupped her face firmly. “Listen to me, Sneha. When Suresh comes and starts talking about rules, I won’t say much. I want you to speak for me. Sit on the opposite sofa. I’ll text you whatever I want to say. You present it as your own thoughts, like it’s coming from your heart. We play along for now. Understand?”

Sneha searched his eyes for a long moment, then sighed.
“Gowtham… I love having sex with you. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. But I have a family. Suresh is still my husband. I believe he will think everything through and set reasonable rules. If he allows us to continue, we should respect those boundaries. We shouldn’t push too hard.”

She paused, gently stroking his chest.
“You’re only 26. You have your whole life ahead. You should get married one day, have your own family. Don’t get stuck with me. This… whatever we have… it can’t be forever.”

A genuine concern shone in her eyes.
Gowtham’s jaw tightened, but he forced a soft smile.

“But until then… let’s enjoy, right?” Sneha added with a shy smile.
She pulled him closer and kissed him again — slow, deep, and emotional.

“All this time I thought Suresh was enjoying this. But after seeing his face this morning… I realised he’s hurting. So whatever we do from now on, let’s be honest with him. No more hiding behind his back. It would break him.”
They kissed again, deeper this time. Gowtham’s cock hardened once more inside her.

Without another word, he flipped her onto her back and entered her for the second round. This time the sex was more intense — almost desperate. Sneha moaned loudly, nails raking down his back as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. She came again, harder than before, crying out his name.

Gowtham didn’t pull out. He kept fucking her through her orgasm until he finally groaned and emptied himself deep inside her womb.
They lay together for a few minutes, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.

Gowtham kissed her forehead and whispered, “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll handle tonight.”
Sneha nodded, though worry still lingered in her eyes.

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Chapter 66 – Suresh Passed a Clear Message


Suresh stepped into the flat and immediately felt it — the thick, unmistakable scent of sex still lingering in the air.

His eyes scanned the space like a detective. Sneha was now wearing a thin, sky-blue nightie that barely reached her mid-thighs. He clearly remembered her in that maroon saree when he left for office. She never changed into nightwear this early unless…

The bedroom door was half-open. The bed was neatly arranged, but not perfectly. A few suspicious wet patches were visible on the sheet — fresh cum stains that she had tried to wipe in a hurry. One small, creamy mark still glistened under the light.
His gaze dropped lower.

Sneha’s black lace bra was lying carelessly under the refrigerator, half-hidden. She must have thrown it away in panic when Gowtham arrived early.
Suresh’s jaw tightened, but a cold, bitter smile formed inside him.

Even after I told you I might set rules… you both couldn’t control yourselves for one single day.
He took a slow breath and spoke calmly, “I’m home. Give me five minutes.”
He went to the washroom, splashed cold water on his face, and returned to the hall.

Gowtham and Sneha were already seated on the two opposite sofas. Gowtham looked relaxed, legs crossed, phone resting on his thigh. Sneha sat demurely, hands on her lap, but her phone was placed strategically on the cushion beside her — screen facing up, visible only to her.
Suresh took the center single sofa, facing both of them like a judge.

The silence was heavy.
Suresh leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and began speaking in a calm but firm voice.
“I don’t want to dig too deep into the past or blame anyone. Sneha and I were always an adventurous couple in our early days. We tried many kinks, many dares, many crazy things. But after Ramya was born, things slowed down. I still wanted more… but she lost her libido. Then you came into our lives, Gowtham.”

He looked directly at the younger man.

“As my brother, as her friend… your presence changed something in us. We are thankful for the spark you brought back. Sneha’s glow, my renewed energy — all thanks to you.”
Suresh paused, choosing his words carefully.

“But regarding this… wife-sharing, cuckold fantasy… let me be honest. As a fantasy it was exciting. But once it became real, I felt disrespected. Somewhere deep down, I’m not okay with it. We have only been in this open relationship for a week, yet I’ve already felt pain. Sneha even knelt and apologized to me this morning — something that has never happened in our ten years of marriage.”

He glanced at Sneha, who looked down guiltily.

“The real problem is lack of communication. The three of us never sat down and talked properly. We never discussed boundaries, priorities, or willingness. We are a family — Sneha, Ramya, and I. Gowtham… you were never meant to become permanent family. I don’t say this to hurt you. You are young. You will get married one day. Sneha will grow older. Five years from now, her intensity may reduce. What happens then? 

Imagine your family wants you to get married, but you are stuck with Sneha?
You wanted to move away but What if she wants more from you? What if I want more? 
Okay , we want to move you with your life, but you are adamant and don't want to because you want her completely?”

Suresh’s voice grew heavier.

“This cannot go on forever. It has to stop at some point. I want both of you to decide when that point should be. Don’t make me choose the date and force it. Don’t overdo things to the point where it hurts my family.”
He leaned back, eyes sharp.

“Until that day comes… I need some rules and boundaries. Are you both ready to hear them?”
The room fell into complete silence.

Sneha looked nervous. Gowtham’s thumb moved subtly over his phone screen, typing a quick message.
A second later, Sneha’s phone vibrated softly beside her.

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Chapter 67 – The Rules of Control

Sneha’s phone vibrated softly beside her. She glanced at the screen discreetly.
Gowtham: I’m okay with it. Tell him we agree we should stop at some point.
Sneha looked up at Suresh with a calm expression.
“I agree,” she said softly. “We should stop at some point. Please tell us your rules.”
Another message popped up immediately.
Gowtham: Say that I or him may also have some concerns and likes. We may need to tell our points as well.
Sneha nodded gently. “Also… Gowtham or even you may have some concerns or wishes. We should be allowed to discuss and tell our points too.”
Suresh raised his hand slightly.
“I’ll tell all my rules first. Fully. Then you both can suggest changes or additions. But let me be very clear — if both of you are okay with these rules, then only we will continue this open relationship. Otherwise, we end it.”
He didn’t wait for a reply.
Suresh took out his phone, opened his notes, and started reading in a firm, authoritative voice.

Rule No. 1:

Sneha, you are not allowed to have sex outside this house. If you want to be with Gowtham, it will only happen inside our home. No going to his flat, no hotel, no anywhere else.
Rule No. 2:
I am your priority. If both of you want to have sex, you must take my permission first. I may have my own plans to be with you. I don’t want any clash. Only on the days I don’t want you, I will allow him to have you.
Rule No. 3:
After he has sex with you, there will be no physical contact between you and me for at least 24 hours. I want you clean, fresh, and only mine when you come to me. You will shower properly and remove every trace of him before touching me.
Rule No. 4:
No sleeping over. Gowtham can never sleep in the same bed with Sneha for the entire night. After sex, she must return to our bed before sleeping. No exceptions.
Rule No. 5:
No gifts from Gowtham. No sexy clothes, no lingerie, no accessories, no cash, no expensive items. I don’t want any memories or marks of him on you outside of sex.
Rule No. 6:
No photographs. No videos. No recordings of any kind. Nothing.
Rule No. 7:
No outdoor sex. No car, no public places, no resorts, no hill stations. Only inside the house.
Rule No. 8:

No romantic talk. No “I love you”, no romantic nicknames, no emotional bonding, no cuddling after sex, no sweet messages. This relationship is purely physical. Nothing more.
Rule No. 9 – Diminishing Timeline:
This arrangement will slowly reduce over time.

• In the first month, Gowtham can have Sneha once a week.
  
• From the second month, only twice a month.
  
• By the end of the year, it will come down to only one day a month.
  

I will allow this open relationship until one of us wants to stop. 

But the final limit will be one day per month maximum. 

If any one of us — me, Sneha, or Gowtham — wants to end this arrangement at any point, it ends immediately for everyone.
No arguments.

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Chapter 68 – Negotiations


The silence in the hall was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Gowtham raised his hand politely.

“About Rule No. 4… the no sleepover rule,” he said calmly. “It feels a little unreasonable. Most nights when we go deep, we naturally fall asleep in each other’s arms. We cannot always control it. It may happen unintentionally.”
Suresh’s expression hardened instantly.

“I want it only that way,” he replied firmly. “No negotiation on this point.”
Gowtham didn’t argue. Instead, he quickly typed on his phone and sent a message to Sneha.
Sneha read it and spoke softly, repeating his words as her own:
“Most of the rules seem fine… but I have one concern. I’m ready to end this in six months if needed. But I have a small request.”
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
Sneha continued, guided by Gowtham’s next message:
“You said he cannot sleep over… I also feel it’s a bit odd. Sometimes after intense sessions, we get tired and fall asleep. It may look like we’re breaking the rule, but it won’t be intentional. Instead, I have an alternate suggestion…”
She paused, then delivered the killer line:
“You wanted sex to happen only inside our house, right? Like how we shared the same bed during the hill station trip… if we three sleep together after sex, it will be easier for me to stay close to you quickly. Also… lately I’ve started liking that thrill of all three of us in one bed. If you’re willing to consider this, I promise I’ll stop this entire thing as soon as possible.”
Suresh felt a sudden whirlpool in his stomach.
He had set these strict rules precisely to avoid feeling like a full cuckold — to maintain control and dignity. But now Sneha herself was offering to end the arrangement early… in exchange for allowing them to sleep together in the same bed.
He was caught in his own trap.
Suresh shook his head. “See, I don’t want that either.”
Gowtham quickly typed again. Sneha read and spoke:
“If you really didn’t want that, you wouldn’t have mentioned sleeping arrangements at all. You shouldn’t change your stand just because I asked. I have registered my wish.”
Before Suresh could reply, Gowtham finally opened his mouth and spoke directly, his voice calm but bold.
“I may get transferred back to Chennai soon,” he said. “Let me have some memorable days with her.”
Sneha looked slightly surprised but stayed silent.
Gowtham continued, even bolder now:
“Sneha was the first woman I ever had sex with. She is my first. I want to experience more kinks and fantasies I’ve seen online… with her.”
Suresh’s face tightened. “That is between you two to figure out. It doesn’t come under my rules.”
Tension filled the room like smoke.
Suresh could feel both of them pushing against his boundaries. He realized he was losing ground. He needed time to think.
He raised his hand and spoke with finality:
“Let’s take a break for today. I will consider everything tonight and give you my final decision tomorrow morning.”
Sneha nodded quietly.
Gowtham simply gave a small, respectful nod, though his eyes carried a hidden smirk.
Suresh stood up, signaling the meeting was over.
As he walked toward the bedroom, a heavy realization settled over him.
He had tried to cage the fire with rules.
But the fire was already learning how to burn through the bars.

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Chapter 69 – The Confession & Permission


Gowtham sat on the sofa like a king on his throne—cold, calculating, and utterly in control. The moment Suresh disappeared into the bedroom, a sharp idea flashed in his mind.

“Sneha,” he called softly, “I need a head massage. Bring the balm.”

Suresh, who had just closed his door, heard it clearly. His mind instantly flew back to Monday night.

Ten minutes later, Sneha gently opened Suresh’s bedroom door. She stood there with a strict, cold expression.

“I’m going to give him a head massage. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” Her voice was firm. “No sex. No kiss. i follow rules.”

Suresh forced a small laugh inside, pretending to be amused. But he doesnt knew this was an instruction sent by Gowtham to her phone:

As soon as Sneha stepped into the living room of Gowtham and closed the door behind her, Gowtham grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the sofa with him.
“What do you think?” he asked, eyes intense.
Sneha took a deep breath. “About the rules… I’m okay with most of his. I gave my requests too. I don’t know what he’ll decide.” She looked straight into Gowtham’s eyes.

 “Will you agree to whatever he says?” Gowtham asked
 “Any doubt?” 


Then Gowtham tone turned serious. “No, Sneha. I don’t want this half-hearted shit. Listen… the transfer to Chennai is real. And honestly? I’ve developed a similar fantasy to Suresh now.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I want to see him masturbating while watching us fuck,” Gowtham said, voice low and hungry.

Sneha smiled naughtily, what? first my husband want to be cuckolded by someone, and you did it.. now you wanted to do it and make him second time? She then frowned. “It’s easy. He always wanted to see us anyway.” (She still didn’t know it was a lie Gowtham had planted, and Suresh had played along for that one night.) 

“But I think it won’t be easy now. He seems… resistant.”
I dont know why he is reluctant to that idea after i embrace it. 

Gowtham leaned closer. “If you really want this, you can make it happen.”
“How?”
“It’s time to tell him the truth.”

For 5 minutes, gowtham told her something like a secret. 


Ten minutes later, the Sneha went into Suresh bedroom


Sneha walked in silently and climbed onto the bed. She lay on her side, facing away from Suresh.
The silence stretched.
Suresh felt a difference, even if they dont speak much at times, she never miss to say good night before she sleep.

Suresh feel that oddness. 
Suresh finally spoke, voice soft. “Are you angry with me?”


Sneha turned slowly. “Why would I be angry?” Her voice cracked. 

“Should I be angry at my husband who distrusted me last night?
Who made me kneel in the morning for the same reason?
Who now doubts me every single time I try to prove my love? 
Who can’t understand that I also care about this family and our relationship?”

Tears began flowing freely down her cheeks—real, painful tears.

Suresh’s heart melted. He moved closer. “Sneha… what is this? I didn’t distrust you—”
“You did,” she cut him off. “I went away for six hours. That was a mistake. I admit it. I’m not ashamed to say his sex was good. I wanted more that night. But it was not planned at all moment of heat..”


and that 3 hours after you find us.. i slept i tiered after exhausting sex.. even when closing eyes i thought of going back to you in 5 mins after small nap but i slept long (this part was lie as she know they still got into sex)

Okay i take back my words.. im sorry, i should have trusted you that you had a reason.

but what was that second one.. 

“When did I doubt you? What did you do to prove your love?”


Sneha sat up, pressing her back against the headrest. “Everything I’ve done so far… was to prove my love for you.” She took a deep breath. “Right from the beginning… we were just acting.”
Suresh blinked. “Acting?”

“The moment Gowtham told me you had a cuckold fantasy and were trying to bring in a third person, to stop you from reaching a third person… we decided to enact it. It wasn’t just to give you a show. I thought if you saw me getting close to another man, you’d feel the fear of losing me. That you’d stop it. Every video, every close moment in the kitchen, his hands on my breasts, us watching TV together… all staged. I wanted you to withdraw. But it only escalated to the hill station.”

Suresh realized.. he remembered Gowtham telling they are enacting it but she is getting really getting idea of embracing cuckold.. so she is not actually doing it for thrill. she does it for me, to cause me fear and withdraw from the idea. did i mistook her love for me.. 

Suresh hug her from side and kissed his cheek and said sorry ...


She continued wiping her tears. “There at hill station… I provoked you with my words, hoping you’d finally claim me. We both already crossing lines to tease you, under the bedsheet.. he kissed me for real not able to contain the heat.. Gowtham was ready to get beaten by you. The exact moment he entered me, I thought you’d burst in, hit him, and take me back. But you left. You actually left me there.”

Her voice broke again. “That’s when we both lost control. We had sex. And I liked it. Am I wrong for that? Who left me alone? You knew he was penetrating me… why didn’t you stop it? Why are you being so hard on me now that I enjoyed it?”

Fresh tears rolled down. “You think I’m a slut, right?”

Suresh’s chest tightened. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her desperately, trying to stop the crying. “No, baby… I love you. I never thought that.”

After a long, deep kiss, Sneha pulled back slightly. “Then why did you stop me from going to his house? Why so many rules? I slept with a younger man to fulfill your fantasy, Suresh. And you still treat me like this?”
She suddenly dragged him into another fierce kiss. “Come… kiss this disgusting slut’s mouth,” she whispered bitterly.
The kiss turned hungry. Clothes flew off. In moments both were naked. Suresh positioned himself between her legs, his cock rock hard. He pushed inside her slowly.
“Do me like we just got married,” she whispered. “No roleplay. Just us.”
He started thrusting, deep and passionate. Her tears kept flowing with every stroke.
“Bastard… you still think I’m a slut,” she moaned between sobs.
Sneha hugged him tightly, whispering emotionally into his ear, “Imagine… that night at the resort. If you had come back and claimed me, I would have been only yours. But you didn’t. Gowtham did. He fucked me so good while you were gone. Now you want me to run back to you every time like a used tissue?”
She clenched around him. “If we sleep together in the same bed, at least I can hold both of you. I won’t feel like a slut jumping between two men.”
Suresh was breathing heavily, lost in her words and her body.
“I’ll say it a hundred times—you left me there, and now you blame me,” she gasped.
“I don’t blame you, darling…”
“Then don’t stop me. Let me enjoy. Let us all enjoy.”

Next 30 mins  into fucking... she kept telling all that about his rude behavior to him and in middle a topic on shared bed.
They moved faster, nearing climax.


“Will you allow me, darling?” she moaned.
“Yes…”

“Let him share our bed. Let him fuck me. You can join us… or at least watch. Will you?”
“Yes, baby… 

I’m coming!” Suresh groaned and came hard after nearly forty minutes of intense lovemaking.

Sneha held him close, stroking his back. “I promise… I’ll stop after he leaves for Chennai. Just a few months. Let him stay in our bed. Let him take me whenever he wants. You’ll enjoy the show. You always liked cuckold fantasies, right? I’ll give you a feast.”

Suresh cannot tell he doesn't had an idea of cuckold fantasy at all.. he just needed an role play for erection but telling that will put him on spot, she would realize Suresh had played her. Knowingly played the game..

He kept his head buried in her neck..

She kissed him tenderly. “Tomorrow is Thursday. After that we have three days off. Let’s continue properly from Monday. I need next Monday for him… and Wednesday for us. One day a week? I’ll follow the rule book.”

Suresh, still dazed and spent, could only nod silently and kiss her back.

They spent remaining hours chatting random and their small insecurities and doubts before they hit sleep like an young lovers

He had no idea he had just given full permission for everything to escalate.

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Chapter 70 – The New Bed & The Hidden Photo


Thursday morning, the breakfast table felt unusually tense yet civil. 
Suresh cleared his throat and spoke in a measured voice.

“All the rules I mentioned earlier will stay in place. No changes.” He paused, then added the exception without looking at Gowtham. 
“Gowtham can join us in the bed. But after you finish having sex, Sneha, you will come back to my side immediately. 
That’s non-negotiable.”

Gowtham smiled politely on the outside, but inside he was laughing. What a classic cuck, he thought. 
Already negotiating the scraps.
Sneha simply nodded, her face neutral. “Okay.”

That evening, Ramya returned from her hostel. The focus of the house shifted entirely to her. Sneha became the perfect, dutiful mother again, and the strange new tension between the three adults was pushed into the background.


Saturday evening, 
Suresh returned from an early office visit and found two workers carrying their old double cot out of the master bedroom. 
He stopped, confused.


“What’s happening here?”
Sneha came out of the room, wiping her hands on a towel. 
“The old cot was too worn out. I ordered a new one. It’s an exchange offer.”

Suresh stepped inside and stared. The new bed was massive — a super king-size that easily looked like it could sleep five people comfortably.

There was more than enough space for three bodies with room to spare, just like the luxurious resort bed at the hill station.
He raised an eyebrow. “Looks like you’re way too excited about this arrangement.”

Sneha shrugged with a practical smile. “I’m just being realistic. He’s staying for a few months.
I don’t want any complaints, discomfort, or silly fights over space. 
Better to make it smooth for everyone.”

Sunday afternoon gave Suresh and Gowtham their first real chance to speak openly since everything had escalated. They sat on the balcony with coffee while Sneha and Ramya were out shopping.


Suresh leaned forward. “One thing I wanted to ask you… When Sneha said she was only acting in the beginning — the videos, the closeness, the hill station — did you know she was doing all that to make me scared of losing her? Not just to stop a third person, but to actually warn me?”
Gowtham looked genuinely surprised. “No idea, bro. She never told me that part. Looks like she cared for you a lot more than we thought. She tried to protect your marriage in her own twisted way… must have hurt her when you didn’t claim her that night.”

Gowtham’s acting was flawless. Suresh bought it.

Gowtham continued, “Anyway, by the end of the third month I’ll be gone back to Chennai. I want to thank both of you for letting this happen. Let’s all enjoy it while it lasts.”

Suresh gave a small smile. “I’m not giving her to you. I’m not even sharing her. I’m just letting her be herself. The only thing I expect from you is — never reveal that I followed your ‘Rakesh’s wife’ story plan and implemented it on her. She would break completely.”

Gowtham raised his hands. “I promise. As long as she and I can have sex within the rule book, I’m completely fine.”
The two men clinked their coffee mugs like a twisted toast.

Then Gowtham leaned back. “There is one hidden truth though… but I’ll tell you later.”
Suresh’s curiosity spiked instantly. “What is it?”

Gowtham smirked. “After my first sex with her next week… I’ll tell you everything.”
Suresh was confused — But he stayed quiet, not wanting to take the bait. 

Yet the curiosity gnawed at him the entire day.

That night, when they were alone again for drinking beer,
after much pursuing Gowtham finally showed his phone.

He opened a photo: Gowtham completely naked, lying in bed and spooning a sleeping Sneha. 
Her head rested peacefully on pillow.
The photo looked intimate, almost romantic.

Suresh’s stomach dropped. “When was this taken?”
“Before the hill station trip,” Gowtham said casually.

Suresh’s eyes widened. “What? You both were already naked together before that night? 
What the hell are you two hiding?”
NO just im naked!

“Relax,” Gowtham whispered. “This stays our little secret — just like I’m keeping your secret about the Rakesh plan.
If you tell her about this photo, I’ll tell her everything about how you planned all of this. Deal?”
Suresh’s mind was spinning.

Gowtham continued, “It’s not what you think. She doesn’t even know I have these pictures. 
If you really want the full truth… just watch us having sex on Monday. 
Observe carefully. Then I’ll explain everything. There’s a reason.”

Suresh was tense, his earlier confidence shaken. 
Just two days ago Sneha had been so emotional, so honest with her tears. 
Had she hidden more?

He decided not to confront her yet. Instead, he would wait.
Patiently.

He would watch them on Monday… and find out the truth himself.

Suresh didn’t reply. He simply nodded, but the sight of that enormous bed unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.

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one more chapter coming... Monday night

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Chapter 71 – Monday Night: The First Watch - Cucked. 


After dinner, the air in the house was thick with unspoken tension. The three adults sat in the living room pretending to watch TV, but no one was really paying attention. Sneha’s fingers trembled slightly as she held her glass of water. Suresh’s heart pounded heavily. Gowtham, as always, looked calm and in control.

Gowtham finally stood up. Without a word, he walked over to Sneha, scooped her up in his strong arms like she weighed nothing, and carried her toward the master bedroom. Suresh followed silently and lay down on the far left side of the massive new bed.

The moment they entered the bedroom, Gowtham gently dropped Sneha onto the centre of the bed and turned to Suresh with a smile.
“Sunday I spoke with Suresh properly. We’re finally on good terms. He’s going to watch us tonight… and he’ll support us.”
Sneha’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. She turned and looked at her husband. “Is that so…?”
Suresh gave a small, silent nod.

In seconds, Gowtham stripped off all his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body and fully erect cock. He pulled Sneha’s nighty over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her in just her black bra and panties. Even though they had slept together once before, this was the first time it was happening right in front of Suresh.
Sneha started shivering uncontrollably. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. She couldn’t look at her husband for more than a second without panicking. This felt completely different — raw, exposed, and humiliatingly exciting.

Gowtham climbed onto the bed, lay on his back, and pulled her on top of him. “Come here, baby.”

As soon as she sat on his waist, he pulled her down into a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed her back and unhooked her bra with practised ease. 

When the kiss broke, the bra was hanging loosely. Gowtham yanked it off and threw it aside. Her heavy breasts pressed against his chest as they kissed again, deeper this time.

Suresh felt a sharp sting in his chest. The sight hit him harder than he had expected.
Gowtham picked up his phone with one hand, typed something quickly, and showed the screen to Sneha so Suresh wouldn’t notice. Then Sneha turned her head slightly toward her husband, voice shaky.

“Suresh… if you feel hot, relieve yourself. Don’t feel left out. If you want, I can give you a handjob… but you made that 24-hour rule…”

Gowtham grinned and suddenly bit down on her breast, making her moan loudly. A moment later, Gowtham sent another message. Suresh opened it — a whole album of photos: Sneha and Gowtham completely naked, a random shots of what he alrady shown. All taken before the hill station trip.

Suresh’s stomach twisted, but his cock throbbed painfully.

Gowtham looked straight at him. “Don’t feel bad, bro. Take your cock out and enjoy watching us.”

After a few seconds of internal battle, Suresh slipped his hand under the bedsheet, pulled his shorts down, and freed his erection. He began stroking slowly.

Gowtham smiled triumphantly. “That’s it.” He turned his attention back to Sneha. “Baby, you’re so hot today. How deep do you want me?”
“Anything… deeper… I need to feel you today,” she whispered, voice trembling.

In one powerful move, Gowtham flipped her onto her back. He ripped her panties down her legs and threw them away. He kissed and licked every inch of her body — neck, breasts, stomach, thighs — making her moan and writhe. His thick cock rubbed teasingly against her wet entrance, driving her crazy.

Her hands and legs were visibly shivering. Suresh watched in stunned silence, his own hand moving faster despite the pain in his heart.

Gowtham kissed her mouth brutally, biting her lower lip and sucking her tongue. He grabbed her breasts roughly, sucking hard on her nipples, slapping them lightly until they stood stiff and red. Sneha was soaking wet.

“You’re dripping early,” Gowtham laughed. “All because your husband is watching us.” He winked at Suresh.

Sneha murmured something. Gowtham leaned down. “What?” He laughed again and looked at Suresh. “She feels odd. Can you turn off the lights and sit on the chair?”

Suresh obeyed silently. He moved to the chair in the corner, hand still on his cock.
Gowtham made Sneha sit up. “Say hi to your friend in style, darling.”

With a shy, shivering smile, Sneha looked at Suresh, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his cock. Before Suresh could react, Gowtham grabbed her hair and pushed his own thick cock deep into her mouth, forcing her into a deep throat. He held her there for a few seconds.

“We’ve just started, baby. Tell me what you want.”


The bedroom lights were dimmed to a soft golden glow. The massive new bed creaked faintly as Gowtham laid Sneha down in the centre. Suresh sat on the chair a few feet away, heart hammering so hard he could hear it in his ears.

“Fuck me… fuck me like you want,” Sneha gasped, her voice husky and desperate.
Gowtham’s eyes darkened with raw lust. In one powerful motion, he flipped her fully onto her back and climbed between her spread thighs. Sneha’s head turned toward Suresh, eyes glassy, lips parted. Her chest heaved with every shaky breath, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly.


Gowtham gripped his thick, veined cock and rubbed the swollen head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices. Then, with a deep grunt, he thrust forward — one long, brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt inside her.

“Ahhhhhh!” Sneha cried out sharply, her back arching clean off the bed. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her walls stretched around his girth.


Gowtham let out a low, animalistic groan — “Fuuuuck… so tight” — and stayed buried deep for a moment, savouring her heat. Then he started moving.

Deep.
Rhythmic.
Powerful.

Each thrust made her entire body jolt. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled with every impact. 

The soft flesh slapped faintly against her ribcage. Her nipples, stiff and dark pink, drew tiny circles in the air. Every time Gowtham drove back inside her, her breasts would press and drag against his hard chest for a split second — warm, soft, sweaty skin sliding sensually against firm muscle.

“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” Gowtham grunted like a beast with every deep plunge, the sound raw and masculine.
Sneha’s moans were higher, broken, uncontrollable:
“Ahh… ahh… haaa… Gowtham… oh no…”

Suresh’s mind was a storm. This is my wife. My Sneha. Yet the sight of another man’s thick cock disappearing completely into her pussy, stretching her, owning her, was burning him alive with a toxic mix of pain, jealousy, and unbearable arousal. His own cock was painfully hard, leaking precum as he stroked it furiously.

Gowtham looked over at Suresh, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Let’s break the rule for you tonight,” he growled generously. “Sneha… help him relieve.”

He beckoned Suresh with his head. “Come sit near us on the bed.”

Suresh, almost in a trance, stood up and moved to the edge of the mattress, just beside them. The wet sounds of Gowtham’s cock sliding in and out of Sneha’s pussy filled the room — lewd, sticky, obscene.


Sneha turned her face toward her husband. Her left hand reached out shakily and wrapped her soft fingers around Suresh’s throbbing cock. She started stroking him — slow, loving tugs — while Gowtham continued pounding her without mercy.
But within seconds, Gowtham increased his pace.

Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…

His hips slammed harder. Sneha’s body began jerking violently with every brutal thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly now, sometimes slapping against Gowtham’s chest with audible, fleshy sounds. Her hand on Suresh’s cock tightened for a moment, then suddenly lost rhythm as her eyes rolled back.

“Ahhhhhh! Too deep… Gowtham… fuck…!” she screamed.

Her fingers slipped off Suresh’s cock completely as her whole body shook from the force of Gowtham’s pounding. She grabbed the bedsheet instead, knuckles turning white. Her hand never returned — she was lost in the pleasure.

Suresh felt a sharp sting of humiliation even as his cock twitched hard at the sight.
Gowtham smirked and fucked her even more savagely, rotating his hips, grinding against her clit with every stroke. Sneha’s moans turned into high-pitched whimpers.


Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
For nearly twenty minutes, the room was filled with nothing but:

• The wet slapping of flesh
  
• Sneha’s broken, sobbing moans
  
• Gowtham’s deep, guttural grunts
  
• The creaking of the new bed
  
  

Sneha’s breasts were now shiny with sweat, nipples swollen and sensitive. Every time Gowtham leaned down to suck one hard into his mouth, she cried out louder, her body convulsing.

Finally, Gowtham’s rhythm became erratic. He buried his face in her neck, biting her shoulder.

“I’m close… cum with me,” he growled.

Sneha nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Yes… yes… fill me… Gowtham… I’m cumming… ahhhhhhhhh!”

Her entire body seized up. Her pussy clenched violently around his cock as a shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her toes curled. A long, broken wail escaped her throat.

Gowtham gave one final, savage thrust and buried himself as deep as possible. “Fuuuuck… Sneha!” he roared. His cock pulsed hard inside her, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop deep as her walls milked him.


They stayed locked together, panting, sweating, trembling in the aftershocks.
Sneha’s chest heaved violently. Her breasts, red from being slapped and sucked, rose and fell against Gowtham’s chest with every ragged breath. A thin sheen of sweat connected their bodies.


Suresh sat there frozen, his own cock still painfully hard, untouched now, leaking onto his thigh. He had cum earlier from her brief handjob, but the sight of their shared orgasm left him shattered and strangely electrified at the same time.


Gowtham finally pulled out slowly. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from Sneha’s swollen pussy. He kissed her deeply, possessively, then glanced at Suresh with a satisfied smirk.


But the night wasn’t over.

Suresh, overwhelmed, turned his back to them and lay facing the wall, breathing heavily.

What he didn’t see was that Gowtham and Sneha were far from finished.


He began fucking her again slowly, one hand groping her breast, the other covering her mouth to muffle her moans. Sneha’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as they started their second round in the spooning position, just inches away from her husband’s turned back.

They know Suresh is not slept yet.

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The night was still young - But a rule already broken 8 remaining .

[heygiwriter]

Updated and few pics added. Thats all for the day. Good night guys!

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 72 – The Long Night: Rules Shattered


It was past midnight. The room was wrapped in heavy silence except for the occasional creak of the massive bed.
Gowtham was still lazily thrusting into Sneha from behind in spooning position when he suddenly paused and looked toward Suresh, who was pretending to sleep.

“Suresh… are you sleeping?” Gowtham asked, voice low but clear. “Should we stop? We don’t want to disturb you.”

Suresh turned slightly. “Not an issue. You guys continue. Let me have a nap.”
Gowtham chuckled darkly. “You never know her, bro. When I spoon her from behind, Sneha becomes wild. She shakes the entire bed with her hips and moans so loud the neighbours might hear.”

Suresh muttered, “It’s all fucking anyway. What’s the difference?”
Gowtham stopped moving completely. “Okay… you’re being generous. But I’m worried for you. Let’s stop for now. We’ll have a drink, watch something, and continue only after you’ve slept properly.”

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Fifteen minutes later, Gowtham carried a tired but glowing Sneha out of the bedroom. They switched off the main lights, leaving only a faint 0-volt night bulb glowing in the far corner — barely enough to see shadows.
Suresh turned toward their side of the bed. It was empty.

He lay there in the darkness, mind storming. What the hell have I done? He had willingly walked into this. Gowtham had manipulated him with those secret photos, making him feel he was “in control.” Patience… that was what he kept telling himself. I’ll get the truth soon. I’ll stop this whenever I want.

But deep down, a terrifying question grew: Can I actually stop them now?

Exhausted by confusion and conflicting emotions, Suresh finally drifted into a restless sleep filled with dreams of the hill station — where he reclaimed Sneha… only for her to still moan Gowtham’s name.

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Around 2:00 AM, the bed started shaking violently.
Thud… Thud… Thud… Thud…

Suresh’s eyes snapped open. In the near-darkness, he strained to see.

Sneha was on her back again, legs wrapped tightly around Gowtham’s waist like a vice. Her ankles were locked behind his back as he fucked her with machine-like intensity — hips slamming down brutally, again and again. The heavy, wet slapping of skin echoed loudly in the quiet room.
“Ahh… Gowtham… yes… harder… fuck me deeper!” Sneha moaned shamelessly, her voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

Gowtham grunted like an animal with every powerful thrust. “Take it… take every inch, baby.”

Suresh could barely make out the details in the dim glow, but he saw enough — Sneha’s heavy breasts bouncing wildly with each impact, her nails digging into Gowtham’s back, her hips rising desperately to meet his cock.

Gowtham noticed Suresh was awake. Without missing a beat, he taunted indirectly, loud enough for him to hear:
“See how much your wife is enjoying this? She’s dripping all over me.”

Sneha was completely lost. The homely, reserved housewife had transformed into a shameless slut — moaning loudly, begging, her body thrashing under the younger man. For the next twenty minutes, Suresh watched in stunned silence as they fucked like starving lovers.
Finally, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt and roared, “I’m cumming… cum with me!”

Sneha screamed his name as her orgasm exploded. Her entire body convulsed violently, toes curling, thighs quivering. Gowtham pumped load after load deep inside her, grinding hard to push every drop in.
They collapsed together, panting.

Then, instead of separating, Gowtham pulled her into his arms. They started kissing — slow, deep, romantic kisses. Lips sucking, tongues dancing lazily. Soft moans escaped between kisses.

“You were amazing tonight, baby,” Gowtham whispered lovingly. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I felt so full… so wanted,” Sneha replied breathlessly, nuzzling his neck. “Don’t stop loving me like this…”

Suresh watched everything in the faint light — the tender cuddling, the whispered love words, the way they kept licking and sucking each other’s lips like real lovers.

After a few minutes, Gowtham said softly, “Go sleep with your husband now.”

Sneha hesitated. “He asked for no physical contact for at least 24 hours… That rule is already broken, but still…” She looked down at her body — covered in sweat, bite marks, and thick streams of Gowtham’s cum leaking from her swollen pussy. “Look how you’ve spoiled me. I can’t hug him like this. I haven’t bathed. I feel odd… dirty.”

Gowtham smiled and pulled her tighter against his chest. “Then let’s sleep here, baby.”
He hugged her possessively, kissed her once more, and they fell asleep wrapped around each other.

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Morning – 6:00 AM

Suresh woke first. The scene hit him like a slap.

Gowtham and Sneha were still entangled — her head on his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh, his hand cupping her bare ass. Her body looked thoroughly used: hair messy, lips swollen, breasts marked with hickeys, and dried cum stains on her thighs. The heavy, musky smell of sex filled the entire room.

Disgusted and heartbroken, Suresh quietly left the bedroom.

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Later, when Sneha finally came out to the hall, she was completely nude. Her hair was wild, body still bearing the marks of the long night. She froze when she saw Suresh.

“Good morning…” she said softly, then immediately felt shy and turned slightly to avoid his direct gaze.
Gowtham walked out behind her, also naked, his semi-hard cock swinging proudly. “Fuck… I’m exhausted after that marathon,” he laughed, flaunting himself without shame. “Need a break today.”

After breakfast, as both men were about to leave for work, Gowtham pulled Sneha into a long, passionate kiss right in front of Suresh. Two full minutes — deep, tongue-filled, possessive. His hands roamed her bare back and squeezed her ass.

“Baby, that was a fantastic night. I’m going to miss you for weeks,” Gowtham murmured against her lips before finally pulling away.
Suresh watched it all in silence.

While driving to office, his mind kept repeating the same thought: He could not come to terms. 

All rules broken on the very first night.
Rule No. 3 – No contact for 24 hours, shower first, come to him clean. Broken.
Rule No. 4 – No sleeping the entire night together. Broken.
Rule No. 8 – No romantic talk, no cuddling, no “I love you”, purely physical. Completely shattered.

Everything he had carefully written had collapsed in hours.
And the worst part? He had allowed it.

[heygiwriter]

Please please please kill Gowtham. He is dangerous for the society at large. 

Adultery and cheating, extra marital sex is dangerous for society. It may sound a a nice fantasy outside . but in reality it destory families. 

for xossipy,  Its just a story :) read it here and forget it here. any way even in story i try to bring the balance and a fitting closure to them.

dont worry he will get his due for all manipulations done.. he will taste his own medicine.

[heygiwriter]

Almost every story here is like cheating or adultery but it's more like manipulation, non - consensual forced , humiliation, insults it's like how movies are turning towards genre of violence and glorifying heros vicious and brutal character by justifying it as Alpha male. That's how society gets more impact the more we glorify the more heroics

i Agree. 

just curious ... does my story looks like glorifying it, anywhere?

my husband characters suffers so much that, 
im carefully pinning after effects to it. 

Any one reads it should forget such idea in real life..

[heygiwriter]

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.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 73 – Thursday Evening : The Start of an Unstoppable Ride.


Suresh reached home at 7:15 PM, exhausted from the long day and the heavy tension in his chest. 
The moment he opened the door, he saw them both sitting on the sofa in the hall.

Gowtham was wearing only a loose t-shirt and shorts. Sneha sat beside him in a tiny, lavender color slip top that barely reached her mid-thighs. No panties. Just a black bra underneath.

“Welcome home, buddy,” Gowtham said with a relaxed smile. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Suresh raised an eyebrow. “For me?”

“Yes,” Gowtham replied. “Late-night sex makes me sleepy the next day. 
I couldn’t focus at work. So we decided to do it early today… the right way.”
Suresh’s jaw tightened. “Then continue. Why are you waiting for me?”
Gowtham smirked and winked. “You forgot, bro? 
Suresh realised,  to know the truth he has to watch...
Suresh stood there with a hard face and nodded once.

Gowtham didn’t waste a second. He pulled Sneha closer.
Sneha stood up quickly. “Wait…” She went into the kitchen, she had already made a coffee. she had expected Suresh to be coming.. and brought it to Suresh along with a plate of biscuits — her usual wifely care even in this twisted situation. 

Suresh took the cup silently.
Meanwhile, Gowtham pulled her back toward the sofa. “The sofa will be perfect for the evening.”
Sneha looked at him, slightly nervous. “For what?”

Gowtham removed his shorts, and came nude in the bottom, while the T Shirt was still on.
“You need to give him the best view,” Gowtham said, stroking his hard cock slowly.

Suresh locked the main door, and when he turned back, the scene had already begun.


Sneha was already on all fours on the wide sofa, her body positioned perfectly for maximum exposure. Her tiny black slip had ridden all the way up her back, completely baring her round, smooth ass and glistening pussy. The lips of her cunt were visibly swollen and wet, shining under the hall lights.


She held Gowtham’s thick, veined cock in her soft right hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Then, with a hungry moan, she lowered her mouth onto him.

Her lips stretched wide around his girth as she took the first few inches. A wet, obscene gluck sound escaped as she pushed deeper, her cheeks hollowing with effort. She bobbed her head steadily, sucking him with shameless hunger — saliva already dripping down his shaft and onto her fingers.

Because she was right at the edge of the sofa, her balance was shaky. She reached back with her left hand, grabbed Gowtham’s firm ass cheek for support, and pulled him closer. In the heat of the moment, her fingers dug into his flesh, pressing him forward so his cock slid even deeper into her throat.

“Mmmhh… gluck… gluck… mmmph…” The wet, sloppy sounds of her eager sucking filled the entire hall.


Her small, loose slip top hung down loosely from her shoulders, giving Suresh an unobstructed view of her heavy breasts swaying and jiggling inside her black bra with every forward bob of her head. The soft, creamy flesh bounced hypnotically. Her nipples were visibly hard, poking against the thin bra cups.

Suresh’s cock twitched violently in his pants. The sight of his respectable, homely wife on all fours like a bitch in heat, eagerly deep-throating another man while presenting her dripping pussy to the room, was too much to bear.
He couldn’t stop himself.

With trembling fingers, Suresh opened his zip, pulled out his rock-hard erection, and started stroking it right there in the middle of the hall — slow, desperate strokes as he watched.

Gowtham looked straight at Suresh and smiled — a wide, victorious, almost mocking smile. He deliberately removed his hand from the back of Sneha’s head, raising both hands slightly as if to say she’s doing this all by herself.

“Good girl…” he groaned loudly, voice thick with pleasure. “Show your husband how well you suck me. Look at him while you do it, baby.”

Sneha moaned around his cock, her eyes watering slightly from the depth, but she didn’t stop. She pushed even deeper, taking more of him until her nose pressed against his pelvis for a few seconds, then pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.



In the middle of the blowjob, Gowtham’s breathing grew ragged. He groaned loudly, his abs tightening.
“Enough… come here.”

He suddenly pulled her up by her arms, sat back comfortably on the sofa, and lifted Sneha onto his lap in one smooth motion. She straddled him eagerly, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs.

Sneha reached down between them, held his thick, saliva-coated cock upright, and slowly sank down onto it.

“Ahhhhhhh…” A long, throaty moan escaped her lips as inch after inch disappeared inside her soaked pussy. Her mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut in pure pleasure as she took him to the hilt. Her ass settled fully on his lap, his balls pressed against her.

For a moment she stayed still, adjusting to his size, her inner walls clenching around him. Then she began to ride — slow, sensual rolls of her hips at first, grinding her clit against his base.


Sneha’s riding grew faster. Her breasts bounced wildly in front of Gowtham’s face as she fucked herself on his cock with increasing desperation.
Plap… Plap… Plap…

The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft echoed through the hall. Her moans became louder, more shameless.
“Gowtham… you’re so deep… ahh… fuck…”


After nearly fifteen minutes of intense riding, Gowtham suddenly gripped her waist tightly. In one powerful move, he flipped her onto her back on the same sofa. Her legs spread wide automatically as he positioned himself between them.


He entered her in missionary with a single brutal thrust.
“Ahhhhh!” Sneha cried out, back arching sharply.

Gowtham didn’t hold back. He fucked her rough and fast, hips slamming down with raw power.
Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…

The loud, wet slapping of skin against skin echoed through the entire hall. Sneha’s breasts bounced violently with every savage thrust. Her face was a picture of pure lust — eyes rolled back, mouth open, moaning shamelessly.

“Gowtham… oh fuck… yes… harder! Please… harder!”
Gowtham pounded her mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her almost in half, and drove even deeper. The sofa creaked dangerously under their violent fucking.

Sneha’s loud, broken cries filled the room. “I’m yours… Gowtham… fuck me… don’t stop… ahhhhh!”
For the next five minutes, he destroyed her pussy in that position — deep, punishing strokes that made her entire body jolt. Her juices were leaking down onto the sofa.

Finally, Gowtham buried himself as deep as possible and roared. “Take it…!”
He came hard, flooding her pussy with thick, hot spurts. At the same moment, Sneha’s body convulsed violently. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami — legs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling, pussy clamping down around his cock as she screamed his name.

Both of them panted heavily, bodies locked together, covered in sweat.

Gowtham looked over at Suresh with a victorious smirk.

Suresh had already cum hard — thick white ropes of semen were splattered on the floor near his feet. His cock was still twitching in his hand.
Gowtham chuckled darkly. “Baby, relax for a bit.” He kissed Sneha’s forehead possessively, then looked at her. “I need coffee too. Suresh probably finished his in seconds. Take your time and make one for me. We’ll continue in the bedroom after.”

Sneha lay on the sofa for a full minute, chest heaving, legs still spread, cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy. She couldn’t bring herself to meet Suresh’s eyes. But she clearly saw his spent cock and the mess he had made on the floor.

Silently, on shaky legs, she stood up, pulled her slip down, and walked to the kitchen without saying a word..

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Chapter 74 – Thursday Night: Gowtham 'Analysing with her.

After coffee, the silence in the hall was deafening. The air was heavy with the raw smell of sex. Sneha sat in the middle, still flushed and dishevelled. Suresh stared at the floor, unable to look at either of them. Gowtham, however, leaned back comfortably, completely at ease, his semi-hard cock resting openly on his thigh.

Gowtham finally broke the silence with a satisfied sigh.
“That was a wonderful evening…” He looked at Sneha and smiled. She returned a shy, glowing smile.
He then turned to Suresh. “You know what, Suresh bro… one big plus with Sneha is she has loads of energy. She never goes down, no matter how hard or how long. I’m truly amazed. You are a really lucky fellow.”

Sneha blushed deeply but didn’t say anything. Suresh remained silent, jaw tight.
Gowtham stroked Sneha’s thigh possessively and said, “Sneha, shall we go in? I have never had anal sex with you before. Before dinner, I’m going to explore you properly.”

He winked at Suresh and stood up, pulling Sneha with him. “Come on, Suresh. Let’s go inside. You should watch this too.”

---

In the bedroom, Gowtham gently pushed Sneha onto the bed. She turned around obediently and got on all fours, pushing her ass up. Gowtham poured coconut oil generously on his cock and on her asshole, rubbing it slowly with his fingers.

He looked at Suresh, who had taken his usual chair just two feet away, and spoke casually while preparing her.
“Actually, this is my first time doing anal too,” Gowtham said with a playful smile. “So today we’re both learning together, right baby?”



Sneha looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled back, a mix of nervousness and excitement on her face. Yet she said i have done with Suresh earlier.. They shared a strangely intimate, almost romantic smile as if they were a couple exploring something new together.

Gowtham pressed the swollen head of his cock against her tight puckered hole. “Relax, baby… breathe slowly. If it hurts too much, tell me. I’ll go slow.”
He pushed forward gently. Sneha gripped the bedsheet tightly.

“Ahhhhhh… Gowtham… slow… it’s too big…” she whimpered as her tight ring stretched around his thick girth.
Gowtham groaned in pleasure. “Fuck… so tight. Just relax your ass, Sneha. Push back a little… yes, like that.”
He buried himself halfway, then paused, letting her adjust. He kept talking softly, almost like a teacher.

“See? The first few inches are the hardest. Once you’re past the ring, it feels much better. How are you feeling, baby? Any doubt?”
Sneha nodded breathlessly. “It’s burning a little… but don’t stop…”

Gowtham smiled and pushed deeper until his balls rested against her pussy. “Good girl. Now I’m fully inside your ass.”
He started with long, slow strokes — pulling out almost completely, then sliding back in. Sneha’s heavy breasts swayed beneath her. Her moans gradually shifted from discomfort to pleasure.



“Ahh… ahh… Gowtham… deeper now…”
Gowtham increased his pace, grabbing her hips firmly. For the next ten minutes, he fucked her ass in deep doggy style, occasionally slapping her ass cheeks.

Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her side, spooned her from behind, and re-entered her ass. He lifted her top leg high and fucked her with grinding, sensual strokes while kissing her neck and groping her breasts.
“Any doubts now?” he whispered in her ear, smiling.

Sneha turned her head and kissed him sloppily. “No… it feels so full… keep going…”
They played like this — smiling, teasing, asking small questions — for a while, making the whole scene strangely intimate and filthy at the same time.
Finally, Gowtham pushed her back onto all fours for the final round.
“Now I’m going to fuck your ass properly,” he growled.
He went wild.
Hard. Fast. Brutal.

He tored her lavendar slip and she was just in bra

Thap… Thap… Thap… Thap…
The bed creaked violently as he pounded her ass like a machine. Sneha’s loud, broken screams filled the entire room.

“Yes… yes… fuck my ass… Gowtham… harder… I’m yours… ahhhhhhhhh!”

Gowtham fucked her mercilessly for several more minutes, sweat dripping from his body onto her back. Sneha’s breasts swung wildly, her face buried in the pillow as she moaned like a slut.


Finally, with a deep animalistic roar, Gowtham buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted deep inside her ass. He kept grinding, pushing every drop inside her.

Sneha shook violently in her own orgasm, her legs trembling, toes curled tight.
Gowtham stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing heavily, then slowly pulled out. A thick trail of his cum leaked from her stretched asshole and ran down her thighs.

He slapped her ass one last time and said casually, “Clean up and prepare dinner, baby.”

Sneha collapsed on the bed, panting, body shining with sweat and marked with his cum, before slowly getting up on shaky legs and walking toward the bathroom.

---

The “anal class” was over.
But the night was still far from finished.

[heygiwriter]

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.

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.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 76 – Friday Morning: The Breaking Point


Suresh woke up around 5:40 AM, feeling completely drained — not just physically, but mentally exhausted. His body ached. His mind was a storm. He lay there for a few minutes wondering where the hell these two got so much energy from. Night after night of marathon sex, yet they still looked fresh and hungry every single time.

Looking at their chemistry he thought Only some magic can save his marital life., he thought bitterly.
He was just practical.. 
Whetever he said is just emotional. only gowtham kept winning. 

He cursed himself silently. Why did I become such a pathetic cuck? Why couldn’t I stop him? Why couldn’t I defeat that young bastard?
Restless and ashamed, he turned to his side.

The sight that greeted him made his stomach twist.
Sneha and Gowtham were sleeping in a tight, intimate embrace. Her head rested on his chest. One of her legs was thrown over his waist. Gowtham’s arm was wrapped possessively around her naked body. And worst of all — his cock was still inside her, soft but nestled deep in her pussy even after sleeping the entire night.

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over Suresh.
He mentally recalled the rules he had so carefully written:

• Rule 3 (24-hour no contact) — Broken again and again.
  
• Rule 4 (No sleeping the entire night together) — Completely destroyed.
  
• Rule 8 (No romantic talk or cuddling) — They were literally sleeping like lovers.
  
• Rule 2 (Permission before sex) — Ignored most of the time.
  
• Rule 6 (No photos) — Gowtham had dozens.
  
• Rule 9 (Diminishing timeline) — Frequency had only increased.
  

Out of 9 rules, they had shattered 6. And Suresh realized with painful clarity that he himself had been a co-scripter in this destruction. He had enabled it. He had allowed it step by step.

He laughed bitterly inside. The remaining three rules?
Rule 1 (only inside house), Rule 5 (no gifts), and Rule 7 (no outdoor sex).
What’s the point of those anymore? They had already turned meaningless. The war was lost.
Disappointment in himself hit like a truck. He slowly slipped out of bed without waking them, dressed quietly, and left the house at 6:00 AM for a long walk. He didn’t know where he was going. He just needed to get away.

Either I live as a complete cuck… or I walk away for some time. Let her realize what she’s doing. If she still sees me as her husband, she’ll come looking for me.

He didn’t fully blame Sneha or Gowtham. Gowtham had simply used every opportunity given to him. But the real hurt was realizing that Sneha had willingly become a co-orchestrator after that first night at the hill station. Last few days, had gave him bigger picture. He felt he is lost.

---

Meanwhile, inside the bedroom…

Five minutes after Suresh left, Gowtham stirred. His morning wood had grown fully hard again — still nestled inside Sneha’s warm, cum-filled pussy. The slight movement made Sneha wake up with a soft moan.

She turned her face toward him, eyes still sleepy, and gave a shy, naughty smile.
Gowtham smirked and slowly rolled his hips, pushing his hard cock deeper into her.

“Mmmhh…” Sneha bit her lower lip seductively. “Dei Gowtham… you spoiled me too much. I can’t even sleep properly anymore.”
He chuckled and started fucking her with slow, sensual strokes in the same spooning position. “Good morning, baby. Your pussy is still so wet and full of my cum from last night. Feels perfect.”

Sneha pushed her ass back against him, moaning softly. “You’re such a pervert… fucking me first thing in the morning while my husband is in the house.”
“He’s not in the house right now,” Gowtham whispered, biting her earlobe as he increased his pace. “And even if he was… you wouldn’t want me to stop, would you?”

“No…” she gasped, pushing back harder. “Don’t stop… fuck me deeper.”
They continued their lazy, sensual morning sex — deep, grinding strokes mixed with naughty whispers and kisses on the neck. Gowtham’s hand roamed her breasts, pinching her nipples while he thrust into her from behind.

Just as they were both getting close, Gowtham’s phone buzzed on the side table.
He glanced at the message from his boss:

“Gowtham, I want you to come at least 1 hour early today. We’ve appointed 5-6 new joinees for the new startup vertical. You need to train them. Especially one girl — I can’t remember her name, but it sounds Marathi. She’s our boss’s ex-boss’s daughter. I’m trusting you to train her properly. She’s a Business Analyst but will work with our IT firm due to some circumstances.”

Gowtham read the message, rolled his eyes, and threw the phone aside carelessly. He gripped Sneha’s hips tighter and started fucking her faster.
“Fuck the office…” he growled.

Within a minute, both of them reached a strong orgasm. Sneha moaned loudly, her pussy clenching around him as she came. Gowtham buried himself deep and pumped fresh cum inside her.

Panting, he finally reached for the phone and typed a reply:

“I may be late today. Send someone else to handle the new joinees.”

He tossed the phone away again, pulled Sneha closer, and kissed her deeply.

“Today, I’m not going anywhere early,” he whispered against her lips. “I still have energy left for you.”
Sneha smiled naughtily, still breathing heavily, completely lost in the moment.

Another message came, which made him tense.. 
he typed fastly, Okay i come..

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 77 – Sneha's Struggle


Gowtham’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at the new message from his boss:

“Come within an hour and get ready to pack your stuff if you’re not coming. This is important.”

He let out an irritated sigh and typed back:
“Okay, I’m coming.”

He pulled out of Sneha slowly, his cock still slick with their morning juices. Sneha turned to face him with a pout, but he was already getting off the bed.
“Office is calling urgently. I have to go.”

He took a quick bath while Sneha made coffee. When he came out, she handed him the cup. Her eyes kept darting toward the empty side of the bed.
“Suresh is not back yet,” she said quietly. “He never leaves without telling anyone.”

Gowtham shrugged while sipping coffee. “Maybe he couldn’t face you after what we did last night,” he winked. “Poor guy must be feeling like a real cuck today.”


Sneha’s firmly said dont call him like that. She wasn’t in the mood for his jokes.

She prepared breakfast — idly, sambar, and chutney — Suresh’s favourites. But even at 9 AM, there was no sign of him. His office files were still on the table. His wallet and car keys were in their usual place.

“Did Suresh tell you he was going somewhere?” she asked Gowtham again.

“No. I don’t know. He’ll come back. Don’t worry.” Gowtham pulled her close, kissed her deeply, and bit her breast over her saree. “Today is Friday. I had planned to fuck you the whole day. Your daughter comes only in the evening right… but office ruined it. 
Sorry, baby. Let’s continue properly on Monday.”

He gave her one last sloppy kiss and left.

---

By 11 AM, Sneha’s anxiety had turned into fear.
She called Suresh repeatedly. No answer. She sent multiple messages. No reply.
At 1 PM, she prepared lunch and waited. Still nothing.

By 2:30 PM, she couldn’t sit still anymore. She went to the nearby shop.
“Uncle, did you see my husband this morning?”
“No, ma’am. Not today.”

She then went to the security guard and asked him to check the CCTV footage.
The guard played the recording from 6 AM.

Sneha watched with wide eyes as Suresh walked out of the apartment gate in casual clothes — t-shirt and track pants — and disappeared down the road on foot. No bag. No vehicle.
Her heart started racing.

At 4 PM, she called Gowtham. He didn’t pick up. After twenty minutes, he finally answered.
“I’m in a meeting. What happened?”

“Suresh is missing!” Her voice cracked. “He left at 6 AM on foot. He’s not answering calls. I need to file a complaint. Please come with me.”
Gowtham sounded irritated. “He’ll come back, Sneha. Don’t overreact. I have important work today.”

“But this is not normal! Please… I’m scared.”
“You handle it yourself. I can’t come right now.”
The call ended abruptly.

Tears welled up in Sneha’s eyes. This was the first time Gowtham had refused her so coldly.
It was already time to pick up Ramya. Usually, Suresh drove while she sat beside him. Today, she took the car herself, her hands trembling on the steering wheel. She decided to pick Ramya first and then lodge the complaint.

When she reached the college, her heart nearly stopped.
Ramya was nowhere to be seen.

She ran to the warden, panic written all over her face.
“Where is my daughter? Ramya?”

The warden looked confused. “She already left, ma’am. Almost 30 minutes ago.”
“What?! Who picked her up?!”

“I don’t know, ma’am. I gone to meet principal sir.… Someone came and took her.”
Sneha’s head started spinning. The world around her felt like it was collapsing.

Suresh missing since morning.
Ramya taken by an unknown person.
Gowtham refusing to help.

For the first time in months, real fear gripped Sneha’s heart — not the thrill of sex, not the excitement of breaking rules, but pure, cold dread.

She stood there frozen in front of the college gate, phone in hand, her hand automatically dialed Suresh number.. not processing that he is missing too.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 78 – The Silent Decision


Sneha unconsciously dialled Suresh’s number while standing frozen in front of the college gate. Only after two rings did reality hit her — he was missing too. Her legs gave way. Right in the middle of the road, she dropped to her knees and broke down completely, crying uncontrollably. The phone kept ringing in her trembling hand as tears streamed down her face.

A few college staff members and the watchman came running.
“Madam, what happened? Are you okay?”

The warden panicked behind her. “Oh God! Someone has kidnapped the child!”
Just then, a familiar ringtone — the unique tone Suresh had set for his own phone years ago — started approaching from behind her.

Sneha turned sharply.
There he was.

Suresh was walking calmly towards the college gate with Ramya sitting happily on his shoulders, licking an ice cream cone.

Sneha’s heart exploded with relief. She ran towards them, snatched Ramya into her arms, and kissed her face repeatedly. Then, without thinking, she grabbed Suresh’s arm tightly — as if afraid he would disappear again. Her body was trembling with fear of losing him.

Only when she noticed the small crowd of teachers and watchmen staring did she realise what a scene she had created.

Ramya looked at her mother with innocent eyes. “Why are you crying, Amma?”
The warden exhaled in relief. “She thought someone had kidnapped you. She was panicking badly.”

Suresh simply looked at Sneha without saying a word.

Ramya cheerfully said, “Appa came early today! He took me to the ice cream shop!”
Sneha looked at Suresh, her eyes searching his face. The heavy guilt that had built up inside her chest suddenly lightened the moment she saw him safe.

“Where did you go?” she asked, voice still shaky. “Why didn’t you pick up my calls?”
Suresh didn’t answer immediately.

Flashback – Morning 6:00 AM


Suresh woke up to a devastating sight.

Sneha was sleeping peacefully in Gowtham’s arms, completely naked. Gowtham’s cock was still nestled deep inside her.

Out of the 9 rules he had carefully written, they had shattered 6. And Suresh realized with painful clarity that he himself had been a co-scripter in this destruction. He had enabled it. He had allowed it step by step.

He laughed bitterly inside. The remaining three rules? Rule 1 (only inside house), Rule 5 (no gifts), and Rule 7 (no outdoor sex). What’s the point of those anymore? They had already turned meaningless. The war was lost.

Disappointment in himself hit like a truck. He slowly slipped out of bed without waking them, dressed quietly, and left the bedroom.. He sat in the hall.. Flood of memories.. Disappointments. He realised only magic can save his marriage, or get her back to him.

After what he did, in last night , masturbating's to her love making with gowtham. He had no face to face her.. She may think low of me he thought..

He was strategically figuring out next... 
Either I live as a complete cuck… or I walk away for some time. 
Let her search for me.. Let her realize what she’s doing. I
If she still sees me as her husband, she’ll come looking for me.

He didn’t fully blame Sneha or Gowtham. Gowtham had simply used every opportunity given to him. But the real hurt was realizing that Sneha had willingly become a co-orchestrator after that first night at the hill station. The last few days had given him the bigger picture. He felt completely lost.

He thought, him acting like moving out now could be a trick in getting her back.. But he was not sure where he was going. He just needed to get away. At 6:00 AM  he decided he must go for a long walk.

As he was about to leave the flat, he accidentally picked up Sneha’s phone (same model and colour, no password) thinking it was his. When he opened it to check routine good morning message, the latest chat with Gowtham stared back at him:

Gowtham: I will come in the evening. Let’s show him a good show, darling.
Sneha: Okay darling ❤️

He scrolled up. Dozens of messages. During the rule discussing sessions. Sneha acted as Gowtham’s mouthpiece, helping modify and twist rule Suresh had set.

That was the final betrayal.

He know Sneha kind of co-orchestrating it for Gowtham, but he didnt think there was not even a honesty.. 

That moment, he decided, i dont want her.. i dont want this family.. Let me move out.. i dont want any fucking thing from here.. 

He kept her phone on the place as it is and took his mobile.

he moved out disappointingly looking back once the house, which was once a sign of love and harmony. Now filled with filth, lust, betrayal and dominance. 

He wandered the streets and parks for hours, restless and broken. 
He didnt answer any call she had dialled. He didnt even look at messages she had sent. 


In the afternoon, he sat on a bench and saw a couple fighting nearby. 

A husband and wife were arguing..
The wife was shouting, “You should have left me!” 
Why are you still hanging on me ... 

The husband replied calmly, “We have a kid. 
You are clueless now, you trust someone and not me,
not just that, you are not even thinking for yourself..
If I leave you now, you will destroy yourself and the child. 
I’m not ready to leave yet… but when you get your senses back, 
When i feel you would take care of kid better, that time
I will.”

That single conversation changed everything for Suresh.

He realised he couldn’t abandon Ramya. He would stay in the house for his daughter’s sake. But emotionally, he would detach himself completely. 

He knows he was manipulated by Gowtham, Sneha had acted like a slut and co-orchestrated, she may even be victim like him!

But he cannot correct Gowtham or Sneha!
He cannot ask them to change.

But he can correct himself. 
Change for better. 

He would rebuild his confidence, his self-respect, and his dignity — 
not for Sneha, 
not to compete with Gowtham, 
but for himself.

This marriage is no more working.. with that final betrayal.. he decided to continue stayin in house.. he was not ready to inform her about decision.. 

He thought telling her about divorce, she would try to justify her action
She would  try to act like he ended with Gowtham.
Gowtham may even try something else and drag it nasty.
If legal issues were pinning around, it would be hard for Ramya too. 

He hated drama
His plan.. 
Stay in Marriage, protect her daughter, When right time comes (Most probably when Gowtham gets married). 
He would ask her for Divorce. 


Present Time

What happen why you didnt attend my call, Where you went without informing me?


“I had some urgent work,” Suresh said calmly.
“From the office?” Sneha asked, still holding his arm.
“Yes.”

“You should have at least attended my calls… I imagined the worst.”

Suresh looked straight into her eyes. For a brief second, all the betrayal, the secret messages, and her willingness to team up with Gowtham flashed in his mind.
“I’m tired,” he said quietly. “You drive. Let me sit with Ramya.”

He took the back seat with his daughter.
Ramya climbed onto his lap and started playing happily with him.

Sneha sat in the driver’s seat. After a long silence, she spoke softly, “You should not have sent her to the hostel…”

Suresh didn’t reply but he responded to himself in mind. 

Back then I sent her because I thought she was blocking our sexual life, he thought bitterly. Now I realise I need to bring her back. But not until Gowtham leaves. I will not let my daughter grow up in this toxic environment.

The car moved silently toward their flat.

Sneha kept glancing at the rearview mirror. Suresh was smiling and playing with Ramya, but something in his eyes had changed permanently.

He looked… distant. Detached.

And for the first time, Sneha felt a strange, cold fear — not that Suresh would leave her, but that he had already left her emotionally.

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Chapter 79 – The Weight of Guilt


The drive back home was silent except for Ramya’s cheerful chatter from the back seat.
Sneha gripped the steering wheel tightly, her mind in complete turmoil.

Did I hurt him?
Last night’s marathon replayed in her head — the sofa, the rough missionary, the anal, the way Gowtham had used her like a toy while Suresh sat just two feet away stroking himself. The rules they broke so casually.

Was that the final straw?
When Suresh hadn’t answered her calls, she had imagined the worst — accident, suicide, walking away forever. Every memory of the past few weeks flashed before her eyes. She had actively manipulated the rules with Gowtham. She had sided with him many times. She had even given a place for Gowtham to call Suresh a “cuck” this morning. 

Her heart sank.
Did I push my own husband too far?

But the moment she saw Suresh walking with Ramya on his shoulders, a wave of relief washed over her. Still, something heavy remained in her chest.

As she glanced at the rearview mirror, she saw Suresh playing happily with their daughter — laughing, tickling her, listening to her college stories with full attention. The sight hit her like a slap.

My family…
She had tricked her own husband for Gowtham’s pleasure. 
Why? When did she become this person?
She tightened her grip on the wheel until her knuckles turned white.

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They reached the flat. Sneha quietly arranged Ramya’s bed while Suresh helped his daughter change clothes. 
She started cooking dinner, her mind still restless.

At 8:30 PM, Gowtham arrived.
The four of them sat at the dining table. Suresh was completely focused on Ramya, asking her about college, her friends, what happened with “backbencher Rishika.” Ramya sat glued to her father, giggling and telling stories.

Sneha and Gowtham sat opposite each other.
Under the long tablecloth, Gowtham’s bare foot slowly crept forward. He pushed aside her saree pallu and began rubbing his toes along her calf, then higher, between her thighs. Sneha looked at him sharply. Gowtham just winked playfully and mouthed, “Later.”

A minute later, he said loudly, “Sneha, I had a hectic day at office. Heavy headache. Can you bring me the balm after dinner?”
Suresh didn’t even look up. He was busy laughing with Ramya.

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After dinner, Sneha found it strange. 
Suresh had never been this invested in Ramya before. 
Earlier, it was always her who handled their daughter. Now he was fully present — playing, listening, smiling.

She wanted to join them, but a paper ball landed near her feet. She picked it up.
Come to my room. Now.

Gowtham gave her a flying kiss and a wink when no one was looking.
Sneha took the balm bottle and told Suresh, “Gowtham has a bad headache. 
I’ll give him balm and come back in 10 minutes.”

Suresh just nodded without looking at her. “Okay.”
He continued laughing with Ramya as if he hadn’t even heard her properly.

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The moment Sneha entered Gowtham’s house, he dragged her inside and locked the door. 
He was already completely naked, his cock hard and ready. 
He pulled her into a hungry kiss, hands grabbing her ass.
Sneha kissed him back for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled away.
Her sub-conscious mind hated her. 

Her face showed clear disappointment for the first time.
“What are you doing, Gowtham?” she said, voice low but sharp. 
“My daughter is home and you’re standing here naked, expecting me to have sex? 
When did I or my husband allow you today? This is not one of your three days.”

Gowtham smirked, thinking she was playing. He tried to pull her closer.
Sneha stepped back, her expression hardening.

Stop it Gowtham..

“And this afternoon… when I called you crying, scared that Suresh was missing, you cut my call coldly. 
You didn’t even call back to ask if everything was okay. 
You only care about sex, don’t you?”

Gowtham’s smile slowly faded. The sudden change in her tone sent a warning signal through him.
This wasn’t the obedient, horny Sneha he had grown used to in the past week..
This was something new.