Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[santhu304]

Awesome

[Invincible_789]

Beautiful pacing loved it keep going on bro

[LustyLeo]

Good one

[incest_cuck]

The morning sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over our breakfast table. Aradhya sipped her coffee, scrolling through her phone, while I pushed my eggs around my plate, my appetite lost to the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind. I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it again. My heart raced, palms sweaty as I wrestled with the words I wanted to say. How could I even begin to broach this topic?

Aradhya glanced up, her brow furrowing. "Ari? Is everything okay? You've barely touched your food."

I forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking."

She set down her phone, giving me her full attention. "About what?"

I swallowed hard. "About... about last night. What you told me."

Aradhya's cheeks flushed slightly. "Oh. I thought we'd moved past that. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, no." I said quickly. "It's not that. I just...", I paused, struggling to find the right words.

She reached across the table, taking my hand. "Ari, what is it? You're starting to worry me."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "I've been thinking... about your fantasies. About the plumber, Harpreet."

Aradhya's hand tensed in mine. "And?"

"And I... I wonder if...", the words stuck in my throat.

"If what, Ari?", her voice was soft, encouraging.

I met her eyes, my heart pounding. "If you've ever thought about... making those fantasies real."

Aradhya's eyes widened, her hand pulling back as if burned. "What? Ari, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying...", I swallowed hard. "I'm saying that I want you to be happy. Even if... even if that means seeing you with another man."

Silence fell over the kitchen, heavy and oppressive. Aradhya stared at me, shock written across her features.

"Ari", she said finally, her voice tight. "How could you even think that? Do you really believe I'd cheat on you?"

I shook my head frantically. "No…no…no. Not cheat. I meant... with my knowledge. My permission."

Aradhya pushed back from the table, standing abruptly. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Is this because of what I told you last night? It was just a fantasy, Ari. Nothing more."

"But what if it could be more?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "What if you could experience that... that passion, that intensity?"

"At what cost?" Aradhya's voice rose. "Our marriage? Our trust? Ari, loyalty is important to me. I would never cross that line, no matter how vivid my fantasies might be."

I stood too, reaching for her. "Aradhya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I want you to be happy. And I want you to be satisfied. Completely."

Her eyes softened slightly, but her posture remained rigid. "And you think I'm not? Ari, those fantasies... they're just that. Fantasies. They're not real life. Real life is you and me, building a life together. That's what matters to me."

I nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and... was that disappointment? "You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

My sweet, devoted wife stepped closer, cupping my face in her hands. "I love you, Ari. Only you. Please don't ever doubt that." As I looked into her eyes, I saw sincerity there. But I couldn't shake the memory of the passion in her voice last night, the flush on her cheeks as she described her desires.

We embraced, the tension slowly draining from the room. I got ready for work soon after as it was an in-office day for me. I kissed Aradhya goodbye, the tension from our morning conversation still lingering in the air. As I headed to work, my mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

At the office, I struggled to focus on my tasks. My phone buzzed, and I saw a text from an unknown number: " Hey, dis Harpreet plumber. Get number from landlord. Bill ready for work. I come drop?"

My heart skipped a beat as I read the message. It’s the alpha male who'd been the star of Aradhya's vivid fantasies. The man I'd been imagining all night. My palms grew sweaty as I stared at my phone, an idea slowly forming in my mind. I glanced around the office, suddenly feeling exposed. My coworkers carried on with their day, oblivious to the internal struggle raging within me. I loosened my tie, feeling constricted. My fingers hovered over the virtual keypad, trembling slightly. Was I really considering this? After the conversation I'd had with Aradhya this morning? I closed my eyes, remembering the passion in her voice as she'd described her fantasies. The flush on her cheeks, the hunger in her eyes. And then I thought of my own inadequacies, my inability to satisfy her the way she deserved.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I started typing: "Sure, you can drop it at my apartment. My wife's home working."

I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the send button. This was wrong. I'd promised my wife I wouldn't pursue this. We'd agreed it was just a fantasy. But the temptation was overwhelming. The possibility of what might happen. The chance to see if reality could match the vivid pictures in my mind. I hit send before I could second-guess myself. Immediately, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. Excitement. Guilt. Arousal. Fear. What was I doing? Setting up a scenario I'd just promised Aradhya I wouldn't pursue? But the temptation was too strong to resist. I put my phone down on my desk, hands shaking slightly. There was no going back now. I'd set something in motion, something that could change everything.

The morning crawled by, my imagination running wild. What might be happening at home? Was I making a huge mistake? As soon as my lunch break hit, I couldn't wait any longer. I dialed my wife's number, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Ring... ring... ring...

"H-hello?" Aradhya's voice came through, sounding breathless and flustered.

"Hey honey!", I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "Just checking in. How's your day going?"

There was a pause, longer than usual. I heard rustling in the background.

"Oh, um, it's... it's fine.", she replied, her voice slightly higher than normal. "Just busy with work, you know."

"Anything interesting happen?", I pressed, my free hand clenching into a fist.

Another pause. "No, nothing really. Just... just the usual."

I could hear the tension in her voice, the slight tremor that told me she wasn't being entirely truthful.

"Are you sure?", I asked, my throat tight. "You sound a bit... off."

"I'm fine, Ari.", she said quickly. Too quickly. "Listen, I've got to go. Conference call starting. Talk to you later, okay?"

Before I could respond, the line went dead.

I stared at my phone, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. What had just happened? What was happening in our apartment right now?

The rest of the workday stretched endlessly before me, my mind filled with vivid imaginations of what might be unfolding at home. Had my impulsive decision set something irreversible in motion? As I sat there, torn between arousal and anxiety, I realized I was standing on the edge of a precipice. Whatever happened next would change our relationship forever. And there was no going back.

[Invincible_789]

Nice daily pace keep the same pace your great at this waiting for the next life changing moment tomorrow

[santhu304]

Excellent bro

[shrujay123]

Good going try to give long update and don't rush things up brother make slow seduction than only story will make readers intresting

[incest_cuck]

I raced home after work, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The elevator ride to our floor seemed longer than usual. As I approached our door, I paused, taking a deep breath. I turned the key, half-expecting... well, I wasn't sure what. But as I stepped in, everything looked normal. My wife’s voice drifted from the kitchen, humming her favorite Hindi song, accompanied by the sizzle of something on the stove.

"Hey honey, I'm home," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.

"In here!" Aradhya replied.

I walked into the kitchen. She stood at the stove, stirring a pot, looking... completely ordinary. No disheveled clothes, no guilty expression. Just my wife, making dinner.

"How was your day?" I asked, casually leaning against the counter.

She shrugged. "Oh, you know. The usual. Lots of calls, too many emails. You?" We chatted about work for a few minutes, the mundane conversation at odds with the tension I felt coiling inside me. Finally, Aradhya paused, biting her lip.

"Oh, um, that plumber stopped by today." she said, her eyes flicking to mine before returning to the stove. "To drop off the bill."

My pulse quickened. "Oh?" I said, aiming for nonchalance. "What time was that?"

Aradhya stirred the pot slowly. "Around... noon, I think?"

"I see…", I nodded, watching her closely. "Did he leave right away?"

She hesitated, just for a moment. "Not... not right away. I, uh, I made him some tea."

"Tea?" I echoed, my mouth suddenly dry.

Aradhya nodded, still not meeting my eyes. "It seemed rude not to offer. He'd come all this way."

"Right, of course.", I said. "So he stayed for tea. How long was he here?"

She shrugged, a bit too casually. "Oh, not long. Maybe 15-20 minutes?"

I noticed a slight tremor in her hand as she reached for the salt. "I see. And you just... talked?"

Aradhya finally looked at me, her expression unreadable. "Yes, Ari. We just talked. What else would we do?" There was a challenge in her voice, mixed with something else. Guilt? Defiance? I couldn't be sure.

"Nothing, of course.", I said quickly. "I was just curious."

Silence fell between us, heavy with unspoken words. I could see the tension in Aradhya's shoulders, the way she was avoiding my gaze. Something had happened during those minutes that Harpreet was here, I was sure of it. But what?

After dinner, we settled on the couch, the TV's soft glow washing over us. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, every casual touch electric. As we prepared for bed, I watched Aradhya move about our room, her silk nightgown clinging to her curves. My mind raced with possibilities, imagining Harpreet's rough hands where mine longed to be.

Once in bed, I turned to her, my heart pounding. "You look beautiful tonight.", I murmured, trailing my fingers along her arm.

Aradhya shivered at my touch. "Ari...", she breathed, her eyes darkening with desire.

I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming her body. Slowly, I kissed my way down her neck, her chest, her stomach. As I settled between her thighs, I took a moment to savor the sight before me. Her flushed skin, the subtle scent of her arousal, the way her breasts heaved with anticipation. I started slowly, teasing her with gentle kisses along her inner thighs. My tongue darted out, tracing lazy circles around her clit, never quite touching where she needed it most. Aradhya's hips bucked, seeking more contact, but I held her steady with my hands on her thighs.

"Ari... please...", she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair. I obliged, flattening my tongue against her slick folds and licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. Aradhya gasped, her back arching off the bed. I repeated the motion, again and again, gradually increasing the pressure. My lips wrapped around her clit, sucking gently as my tongue flicked back and forth. Aradhya's moans grew louder, more desperate. I could feel her thighs trembling against my cheeks. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that drove her wild. My tongue never stopped its relentless assault on her clit, alternating between quick flicks and slow, broad strokes.

"Oh gosh... yes... right there...", Aradhya panted, her hips grinding against my face.

I could tell she was close. Her walls clenched around my fingers, her breathing ragged. I doubled my efforts, sucking harder on her clit as my fingers pumped faster.

"Oh Gosh... yes... ahh...", she panted. And then, "Yessss H-Harpreet!"

We both froze. Aradhya's eyes flew open, panic clear on her face. A shiver ran down my spine, equal parts jealousy and arousal. Without a word, I resumed my ministrations, lapping at her with renewed vigor. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. Her thighs trembled, her back arching off the bed. Just as she teetered on the edge of release, I pulled away.

"Ariiiiii!!!", she cried out, frustration clear in her voice. "Why did you stop?"

I crawled up her body, grinning wickedly. "I think you owe me an explanation first." I said, my voice low.

Aradhya's cheeks flushed. "W-what do you mean?"

"I think you know," I replied, trailing my fingers along her inner thigh. "What really happened with that plumber today? The guy who’s named you moaned just a second ago."

She bit her lip, conflict clear in her eyes. "Ari, I..."

"Tell me!", I urged, my fingers ghosting over her wet folds. "And I'll make it worth your while."

Aradhya whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. "You... you promise?"

I nodded, slowly pushing one finger inside her. "Every detail. And I promise.", I whispered.

She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. "O-okay," she gasped. "But don't stop..."

I began to pump my finger in and out, my thumb circling her clit. "I'm listening.", I said, my own arousal growing as I prepared to hear the truth about my wife and the dirty, low-class plumber.

Aradhya's voice trembled as she began her story, my fingers still teasing her wet folds:

(Aradhya’s narration begins)

I was working from home, focused on a project. I’d barely gotten dressed, still wearing my thin nightgown from the night before. The spaghetti strap one. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I just went to answer it without thinking. When I opened the door, it was Harpreet. Standing there, all big and burly, his beard scruffy and unkempt. His eyes... the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to fuckin’ eat me alive.

I was shocked to see him. Totally unprepared. I could feel my nipples hardening under his gaze, and I crossed my arms, trying to hide them. I tried to keep it casual, but his deep, gravelly voice made my knees weak.

“Hello madam-ji, I come drop bill.”, he rumbled, his eyes roaming over my body. “For the toilet work I did few days ago.”

I clutched my thin nightgown closer, feeling exposed. “Oh, right. Of course. I... I wasn't expecting you.”

He grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. “Aye, I see that. Hope I no interrupt... private thing.”

The way he said 'private' made me shiver. “No, not at all. I was just working.”

“From home, eh?” he chuckled, his gaze lingering on my shapely, medium-sized globes. “Very nice to stay in nightie all day?”

I blushed furiously. “I... I usually get dressed. I just...”

“No need explain, madam.”, he smirked, “Myself enjoy the view.”

My heart raced. I knew I should be offended, but instead, I felt a thrill run through me. I need to change the topic fast. “Would you... would you like to come in for a cup of tea? Since you came all this way...”, I heard myself say.

He seemed to consider for a moment, then shrugged those massive shoulders. “Ah, why not? Could use break.” As he stepped inside, his musky scent washed over me.

“Kitchen's this way.”, I said, turning to lead him.

“Lead on, madam.”, he growled, and I swear I could feel his eyes boring into my ass as I walked.

As I was walking to the kitchen, I heard him mutter under his breath, "Oye, ki gajab di gand aa." ("Fuck me, what an arse.")

My cheeks burned, but I felt a thrill run through me. Harpreet's broken English added a layer of rugged authenticity to his character, hinting at a man more comfortable with physical labor than smooth talk. The simplicity of his words carried an undercurrent of primal desire, each syllable thick with unspoken intent.

[Kalyan143]

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[Paty@123]

Plz continue sir

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya’s narration continues)

I entered the kitchen, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. He stayed by the archway, leaning against it with his muscular arms crossed over his chest. I could feel his gaze roaming over my body as I moved around, gathering cups and putting the kettle on.

"So, Harpreet," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "where are you originally from?"

"Small village in Punjab. You no hear maybe."

I nodded, not daring to look at him directly. "And how long have you been in Kolkata?"

"Five year…" he replied, his voice deep and rumbling. "City grow on me. Specially views like this." I felt my cheeks burn, knowing he wasn’t talking about the cityscape.

"It must be quite different from Punjab?" I said, fumbling with the tea bags.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Yeah, but some cheez are universal. Beauty, for one-ji."

I dropped a spoon at his insinuation, the clatter echoing loudly in the charged silence of the kitchen. Time seemed to slow down as I realized what I had to do. I hesitated for a moment, acutely aware of Harpreet’s eyes on me. Taking a deep breath, I slowly bent down to retrieve it. My thin nightgown clung to my body, riding up my thighs as I reached for the spoon. I could feel the cool air on my skin, knowing that the hem was inching dangerously high. As I stretched my arm out, I heard the brutish plumber’s sharp intake of breath. It was a hiss of appreciation, raw and unfiltered. I froze for a second, my fingers just brushing the fallen utensil. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

I stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I was giving Harpreet quite a view, my ass lifted, the nightgown barely covering it. Part of me wanted to spring up, to cover myself. But another part, a part I didn’t want to acknowledge, reveled in his attention. Finally, I grasped the spoon and slowly, deliberately straightened up. I could feel his gaze burning into me, following every curve of my body as I rose. When I turned to face him, his eyes were dark with undisguised lust, his breathing noticeably heavier.

"Be careful, madam-ji." he said, his voice husky. "Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself."

I straightened up, my heart pounding. "I’m fine, thank you," I managed to say.

"More than fine, I'd say-ji.", he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. The kettle whistled, making me jump. I poured the water with shaky hands, hyper-aware of Harpreet’s presence behind me.

"How do you like your tea?" I asked, not turning around.

"Sweet." he replied, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Like you." I nearly spilled the hot water. His flirting was becoming more obvious, and I knew I should put a stop to it. But something kept me silent, a thrill of excitement coursing through me.

I realized the sugar was in the top cabinet. Due to my short height, I couldn’t reach it. I stretched on my tiptoes, nightgown riding up, fingers barely grazing the shelf. Suddenly, I felt Harpreet's towering presence behind me.

"I help you with that, madam-ji." he rumbled, his voice seeming to come from far above.

Before I could respond, he was there. His broad chest pressed against my back, work shirt rough on my bare shoulders. His muscular arm reached past me, brushing my side. I froze, caught between him and the counter, feeling absolutely dwarfed by his massive frame. His scent enveloped me - sweat, dirt, and raw masculinity. My heart raced, pulse pounding in my ears. I felt small, vulnerable in his shadow, like a mouse caught by a bear. His calloused hand grazed my arm as he grabbed the sugar box. My skin tingled where he touched. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath hot on the top of my head.

Time seemed to stand still. Part of me wanted to pull away, to create distance. But another part... another part wanted to lean into him, to feel more of his solid frame against me. He didn’t move immediately. For a moment, we stood there, bodies touching almost intimately. I could feel every rise and fall of his chest, the subtle shift of his hips. And then... oh gosh, I felt something else. Something soft at first, pressing against my lower back, but slowly... growing. Swelling. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what it was, how well-endowed he clearly was. My nipples hardened, pressing against the thin fabric of my dress. I felt a warmth spreading between my legs, a response I couldn’t control. When he finally stepped back, I felt a rush of cool air...and a twinge of disappointment. He set the sugar box on the counter, his hand lingering near mine.

"There you go, madam-ji." he said, voice low and gravelly. "Anything else you need reaching?" I turned to face him, acutely aware of how close we still were, how I had to crane my neck to look up at him. His eyes were dark, intense. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.

"N-no," I stammered. "Thank you, Harpreet."

He nodded slowly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "My pleasure, madam-ji. Always happy to lend helping hand... or anything else you going to need."

As I stirred the tea, I could feel him moving staring at me, just a foot away perhaps. The air seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. I turned, cups in hand, and found him much nearer than before.

"Here’s your tea…", I said softly, holding out a cup.

His rough fingers brushed against mine as he took it, lingering just a moment too long. "Thanks you.", he said, his eyes locked on mine. "Not often I get served by such a sundar lady."

I blushed. After handing him the tea, I leaned against the counter, trying to steady myself. Harpreet took a long sip, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Mmmmmm…" he rumbled, licking his lips. "Meetha, just like I like it. You got good touch, madam-ji."

I felt my cheeks burn. "Thank you…", I murmured, unable to look away from his intense gaze.

He took another sip, then grinned. "You know, I drink many different kind of tea, but none so... good like this." His words were making me shiver. I could also feel the heat radiating from his massive body, even from across the kitchen.

"I’m glad you like it.", I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Harpreet chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent tingles down my spine. "Oh, I like a lot. The tea... and the company." We stood in silence for a moment, the air thick with tension. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, feel the dampness between my thighs.

Finally, he drained his cup and set it down. "Well, madam, I go now. Got other place to be." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded paper. "Here the bill.", he said, holding it out to me. I stepped forward to take it, and he deliberately let his fingers brush against mine. The touch sent a jolt through my body. "Shukriya for the chai.", he said, his voice low and husky, "And the beauty show."

With that, he turned and left, his heavy footsteps echoing through the house. I stood there, bill in hand, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

(Aradhya’s narration ends)

Aradhya’s voice trailed off, her breath coming in short gasps. I smirked, knowing the effect her own story was having on her. My fingers moved faster, circling her clit with more pressure. I could feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around my digits.

"And then what happened?" I asked, my voice thick with lust.

"I... oh gosh, Ari!", Aradhya moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. "I... I touched myself. Thinking about him. His hands, his body, his...", her words dissolved into a long, low moan as she came, her whole body shuddering with release. I kept my fingers moving, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed on the bed, spent and panting.

As Aradhya's breathing gradually steadied, she shifted against me. Her eyes widened as she felt my prominent erection pressing against her through my thin pyjamas. "Ari...", she said, her tone a mix of surprise and playfulness. "Did you... did you enjoy hearing about that so much?"

I chuckled softly, running my fingers through her hair. "I think my body's reaction speaks for itself, don't you?"

Aradhya bit her lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "But... I don't understand. Aren't you... upset?"

"Why would I be upset?" I asked gently. "Aradhya, my love for you isn't diminished by what happened with that lowly plumber. If anything, seeing you so... alive... it only makes me want you more."

She looked at me skeptically. "You can't be serious. You're okay with the idea of me and... and him?"

I cupped her face in my hands, meeting her eyes. "I'm serious. Your happiness, your pleasure - that's what matters to me. You're young, beautiful... you should explore, experience. As long as you're safe and it's what you want, I support you."

Aradhya's brow furrowed. "But... taking it further... I don't know, Ari. It feels wrong."

"Hey…", I said softly, stroking her cheek. "You're in control here. You can take this as far as you want - or not at all. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you can stop. I just... I want to know what happens. For transparency, yes, but...", I trailed off, not wanting to admit how much the idea excited me.

Aradhya studied my face for a long moment. "You really mean it, don't you?" she whispered.

I nodded, feeling my heart race. "I do. Whatever you decide, I'm here. I love you, Aradhya. That won't change."

She took a deep breath, then slowly nodded. "Okay," she said softly. "I... I'll think about it. But Ari, if I do... you have to promise me. Promise me it won't change us."

I pulled her close, kissing her deeply. "I promise," I murmured against her lips. "Nothing could change how I feel about you."

Aradhya's eyes darkened with renewed desire. She reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. With practiced ease, she tore open the wrapper and slid the latex sheath over my straining erection. The touch of her fingers made me twitch and groan.

"I want you inside me, Ari!", she breathed, her hands sliding under my shirt. She shifted, straddling my lap in one fluid motion. I didn't need to be told twice. With trembling hands, I helped her remove her nightgown, revealing her perfect, slim-thick body. She lifted herself up, aligning our bodies, then slowly sank down onto me. We both moaned as I entered her, her wet heat enveloping me even through the thin barrier. She began to move, rolling her hips in a maddening rhythm. I gripped her waist, trying to hold on, but the combination of her tight pussy and the lingering images from her story pushed me to the edge far too quickly.

"Aradhya, I... I'm gonna...gonna…", I gasped.

"Yes, baby.", she purred, increasing her pace. "Cum for me. Let go."

Her words of encouragement pushed me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I came, my hips jerking upward as I filled the condom inside her. Aradhya slowed her movements, letting me ride out my orgasm.

As my breathing steadied, I felt a flush of embarrassment. "I'm sorry.", I muttered. "I couldn't... it was too much."

Aradhya laughed softly, leaning down to kiss me. "Don't worry about it, love.", she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Besides, I'm sure there are some... handy men out there who know how to take their time with a job. Maybe even ones who are good at... cleaning out pipes."

Her words sent a thrill through me, despite my recent climax. The implication was clear - she was hinting at taking things further with Harpreet, the burly plumber. And my goodness, the thought only excited me more. The image of his massive frame towering over my petite wife, his rough hands on her soft skin, made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

I swallowed hard, my voice husky as I replied, "Oh? And do you have anyone particular in mind for such... thorough work?"

Aradhya bit her lip, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "Maybe…", she whispered, her eyes dancing with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

My heart raced at her words, a potent cocktail of jealousy and arousal coursing through my veins. "Well…", I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "if you find someone like that, I'd be very interested in hearing all about their... techniques."

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Aradhya laughed softly, leaning down to kiss me. "Don't worry about it, love.", she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Besides, I'm sure there are some... handy men out there who know how to take their time with a job. Maybe even ones who are good at... cleaning out pipes."

I swallowed hard, my voice husky as I replied, "Oh? And do you have anyone particular in mind for such... thorough work?"

Aradhya bit her lip, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "Maybe…", she whispered, her eyes dancing with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

My heart raced at her words, a potent cocktail of jealousy and arousal coursing through my veins. "Well…", I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "if you find someone like that, I'd be very interested in hearing all about their... techniques."

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[Bansalboy]

This Is Awesome ....
One Of The Best Stories

[veeravaibhav]

Superb update

[Invincible_789]

The writer knows what the audience want , truly a masterpiece for me I hope his mom becomes mine in future

[incest_cuck]

The days following our heated encounter passed in a blur of normalcy. Aradhya and I fell back into our usual routine, the topic of Harpreet fading like a distant dream. Part of me was relieved, thinking perhaps the burly plumber hadn't been interested in my beautiful, dusky wife after all. Maybe he was just a flirt, seeking some harmless thrill and attention.

A week later, I returned home from work, my mind occupied with mundane office matters. As I stepped through the door, something felt different. The air was charged, reminiscent of that day with that low class plumber. My eyes fell on my wife, and I froze. Gone was her usual sari or salwar kameez. Instead, she wore a knee-length skirt that hugged her curves, paired with a blouse that seemed a size too small, straining against her breasts. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders in a way she rarely wore it at home.

"Welcome home, darling.", she said, her voice honey-sweet. There was something in her eyes, a glimmer of mischief that made my heart race.

"Aradhya?", I managed, my throat suddenly dry. "You look... different somehow."

She smiled, a slow, sly grin that sent shivers down my spine. "Do I? I just felt like a change today." As she moved to take my briefcase, I caught a whiff of her perfume - not her usual scent, but something heady and intoxicating. My mind raced, piecing together the clues. Her outfit, her demeanor, that smile.

"How was your day?", she asked, her tone casual but laden with hidden meaning.

I swallowed hard. "Fine. Uneventful. How about yours?"

Aradhya's smile widened, her eyes dancing with secrets. "Oh, you know. Just the usual. Although...", she paused, biting her lip in a way that made my cock twitch, "We did have a little plumbing issue earlier."

My heart skipped a beat. "Oh?", I managed, trying to keep my voice steady. "Did you... call someone to fix it?", I said jokingly.

She nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. "Well… you remember how impatient I was getting after our last... conversation? I decided to play my hand today."

Aradhya's eyes glimmered with excitement as she began to recount her day in more detail:

(Aradhya’s narration begins)

I was out on the balcony, hanging up some laundry I'd just washed. It was warm and sunny, and I was feeling... restless. And that's when I spotted our favorite plumber walking down the street. Gosh Ari… he looked even bigger than I remembered. All sweaty from work, his shirt clinging to those muscles. He noticed me too. Looked right up at me with those dark eyes and that cocky grin.

“Hey, madam-ji!”, he called up. “How about another cup of that sweet tea?"

I don't know what came over me, but I heard myself saying, “Why not? Come on up.”

I was already wearing this outfit, by the way. Thought I'd try something different today, you know? When I heard him coming up the stairs, my heart was pounding so hard. The way he looked at me when I opened the door….I felt so small next to him, but so... desirable. Like he could devour me whole. In the meantime, his eyes traveled up and down my body, lingering on my curves. I felt so exposed in this outfit, but also... flattered.

He grinned, saying, "Wah, madam! You looking like real Bollywood heroine today." I blushed, feeling so self-conscious, standing there in front of this sweaty, working-class man. But it reminded me of my college days in Delhi. How those Punjabi and Harayanvi boys would occasionally flirt with me, they'd call me their ‘exotic Bong beauty’. Our friendly neighborhood plumber had that same hungry look.

As he stepped inside, he said, "Hope you no mind I come inside."

His voice was deep, masculine. It made me feel... small, but not in a bad way. I asked him to make himself comfortable in the living room, while I prepared some tea. He nodded, giving me a lingering look before settling onto our sofa.

In the kitchen, I could still feel his presence. I called out, trying to make conversation, "So, Harpreet, how long have you been in this line of work?"

He chuckled, his deep voice carrying easily. "Oh, many year now, madam-ji. Start as small boy, learning from papa."

I was fumbling with the kettle, my hands trembling slightly. "That's... that's interesting." I managed. "You must be very skilled then."

There was a pause before he replied, "Oh yes, madam-ji. Very skilled only. With all type of... tool."

My cheeks burned at his tone. I busied myself with the tea preparations, but then I realized... the sugar was on the top shelf again. I hesitated, then called out, "Harpreet? Could you help me? The sugar..."

I heard him chuckle as he got up. "Again, madam-ji? You should keep lower only." He entered the kitchen, his massive frame filling the doorway. "Where would madam-ji be without me, ha?"

As he reached for the sugar, he pressed close behind me again. He was so tall! I felt tiny compared to him. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the musk of his skin. His broad chest brushed against my back as he stretched upward. But that wasn't all. I could feel... his manhood. It was pressed against my lower back, and even though he wasn't... excited...yet, I could tell it was... substantial. Bigger than...yours.

"Here you go, madam-ji.", he murmured, his breath hot on my ear as he handed me the sugar jar. I shivered, feeling the rumble of his voice through his chest. I was frozen. Caught between the counter and this mountain of a man, feeling things I knew I shouldn't. His body heat enveloped me, and I could feel every inch where we touched. Especially... that part. He didn't move away immediately. Instead, he lingered, his massive frame keeping me pinned. I could feel his breath on my neck, sending tingles down my spine. Part of me wanted to lean back into him, to feel more. Harpreet must've noticed because he... he didn't step back. Instead, his large, calloused hand engulfed mine on the sugar jar.

"Let me help you with that, madam-ji.", he rumbled, his chest vibrating against my back. He guided my hand to the jar's lid, his fingers intertwining with mine as we twisted it open. I could feel the strength in his grip, so controlled yet powerful.

"Easy does it.", he murmured again, his lips nearly brushing my ear. He kept hold of my hand as we lifted the jar. His other arm came around me, steadying us both. I was completely surrounded by him - his scent, his heat, his... everything.

"Gently now.", he instructed, his voice low and husky. We tilted the jar together, sugar spilling into the spoon. One tablespoon... then another... His body pressed closer with each movement, his groin firmly against my backside. I could feel him... growing.

Time seemed to stretch. Each second felt like an eternity, filled with the sensation of his rough skin on mine, the heat of his breath on my neck, the firmness of his body against me. When we finished, he didn't let go immediately. His hand lingered on mine, his thumb stroking my wrist.

"There we go, madam-ji.", he said, his voice thick with something I was afraid to name. "Sweet enough for both of us."

He didn't step back after though. Instead, his massive body seemed to envelop me even more. His free hand came to rest on my hip, so large it nearly spanned my entire waist. "You're tense, madam-ji.", he said, his voice a low rumble that I could feel reverberating through his chest and into my back. "Let me help you relax."

Before I could process what was happening, his thumb began to move in slow, deliberate circles on my hip. The sensation sent shivers up my spine. "Harpreet…", I whispered, my voice barely audible. "We shouldn't..."

But he didn't stop. If anything, his touch became more insistent. "Shouldn't what, madam-ji?", he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I just helping you relax only. Nothing wrong with that, na?"

I knew I should stop him. Push him away. But God help me... I couldn't. His touch felt so good, so right. I found myself leaning back into him, my head resting against his broad chest. He took that as a green light. The hand that had been guiding mine now grabbed my other hip. Both his hands were on me, kneading like he was trying to work the tension out of dough.

"That's it." he murmured approvingly. "Just let go. Let Harpreet take care that hot body."

[raja shri]

Amazing update brother..hot let see what happen next ...your writing is fucking crazy man...

[shrujay123]

Don't rush bro.dont let her fuck him that easy let her fuck house owner instead of plumber

[Givemeextra]

Don't rush bro.dont let her fuck him that easy  let her fuck house owner instead of plumber

Agree to first part = Pls don't rush. Take it bit slow.

[Bansalboy]

Please Keep Aradhya Innocent And Harpreet A Devil ...
Who Will Fuck Her Rough And Do Different Things With Her Which Aradya Will Tell Her Husband .... Make Aradya Nude With Harpreet In Full Clothes ... That Will Be Amazing Moment