Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[raja shri]

Waiting for next amazing update bro..

[Bansalboy]

Harpreet Should Make Him Do Nasty Things Like Make Her Dance Nude , Make Her Crawl , Spank Her Ass , Tease Her , Make Her Beg

[Mampi]

vry nyc

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya’s narration continues)

Harpreet’s fingers worked their way up to my waist, then higher, skimming the sides of my breasts. I gasped, arching into his touch involuntarily. He chuckled, a deep, masculine sound that sent heat pooling in my belly. "That feel good, madam-ji?" he asked.

I felt small, delicate in his massive hands. And yet... powerful. Desirable. I turned my head slightly, looking up at him through my lashes. "Harpreet..." I breathed, not even sure what I was asking for.

His eyes, when they met mine, were dark with hunger. "Yes, madam?" he asked, his voice husky. One of his hands moved to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "What you need?" I couldn't speak. Couldn't think. All I could do was feel - his rough hands on my skin, his solid warmth behind me, his semi-hardness pressing insistently against my lower back. I parted my lips slightly, my tongue darting out to wet them. His eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilating. His hand on my cheek slid down to my neck, then lower, tracing my collarbone. I held my breath as his fingers dipped beneath the neckline of my blouse, brushing against the swell of my breast. "Beautiful." he murmured. "So soft. So fucking delicate." I should've slapped him for that, but instead, it sent a thrill through me. His other hand, still on my hip, began to move as well. Slowly, teasingly, it crept around to my front, his fingers splaying across my lower abdomen. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of my skirt, making me acutely aware of how close he was to my dripping pussy. And yes, it was indeed dripping! His hand on my tit became bolder, cupping me fully through my blouse. His thumb found my nipple, circling it teasingly. Even through the layers of fabric, the sensation was electric.

"Mmmnnh….", I whimpered, unable to contain my pleasure, arching into his touch like a whore.

"That's it, madam-ji!!" he encouraged, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Let me hear you. Tell Harpreet how mast it feeling." I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape. But Harpreet wasn't having it. The hand on my abdomen slid lower, his fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of my skirt.

"No hold back.", he commanded, "I want hear every gandi little awaaz." As if to emphasize his point, he pinched my nipple hard.

"Ohhh fuck!" A cry escaped me before I could stop it, high and needy.

"Good girl!" he praised.

"Haaah... haaah...", my breath came in short, sharp gasps as I writhed under his touch. His words should have shamed me, but instead, they only fueled the fire building inside me. I pressed back against him, feeling the hard length of his cock against my ass. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made me feel powerful and desired.

"Be careful, madam-ji.", he warned, his voice strained. "Keep doing like that and I might just bend you over this counter and chod you proper."

The image his words conjured sent a bolt of heat straight to my core. I whimpered again, rolling my hips back against him. "Is that what you wanting, madam-ji?" he asked, his hand slipping further into my skirt. "You want me to have sex with you right here, in your own kitchen? While your pati-dev could come home any minute?"

I knew I should say no. Should push him away and tell him to leave. But then the phone rang. It was like a bucket of ice water. I pushed Harpreet away, nearly stumbling in my haste to answer it. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the receiver. It was your mother, of all people. I don't even remember what she said. All I could focus on was Harpreet's presence behind me, the lingering heat of his touch. My breath was coming in short gasps. I must've sounded like a lunatic.

The call felt like it lasted forever. When I finally hung up, Harpreet was gone. Just... vanished. Like he'd never been there. But fuck, I could still feel him. His hands on my body, his breath on my neck. I was so fucking wet. So turned on it hurt. I locked myself in the bathroom, my legs barely holding me up. I... I touched myself! Right there, with my back against the door. It didn't take long. I came so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

Afterward, I felt…ashamed. Guilty. But also... exhilarated. Alive in a way I haven't felt in years. I cleaned up, but... I kept the same clothes on. I wanted you to see. Wanted you to know what almost happened.

(Aradhya’s narration ends)

When she finished, I was silent, processing. Then, to my own surprise, I heard myself ask, "Did you like it?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes!" she admitted. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I loved it!"

As Aradhya's words hung in the air, a whirlwind of emotions surged through me. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, harder than it had been in years. Fuck, hearing her admit how much she loved this burly low-class brute’s touch... it was like a shot of pure adrenaline straight to my groin. I felt a heady mix of jealousy, arousal, and... relief. Yes, relief. For months, I'd been letting Aradhya down in the bedroom. My pathetic inability to last more than a few strokes had turned our sex life into a joke. But now, there was light at the end of the tunnel.

Aradhya's eyes met mine, a mix of guilt and desire swirling in their depths. "Ari, I... I need to know. Are you really okay with this? What happened with Harpreet?"

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Aradhya, listen to me. It's more than okay. Remember all those conversations we had about... about exploring? About you finding satisfaction elsewhere?" She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. "Well, this is exactly what I meant.”, I continued, “I want you to be happy, to feel pleasure. And if Harpreet can give you that...", I swallowed hard, my cock twitching at the thought. "I want to know everything. Every detail. Just like you told me today."

Relief washed over her features. "You really mean that?"

I nodded, my throat dry. "I do. But right now, I... I need a moment. I'm going to take a shower."

In the bathroom, I turned the water to cold, letting it shock my system. My mind raced with images of Harpreet's hands on Aradhya, his massive frame dwarfing her. I stroked myself once, twice, before forcing my hand away. Not yet.

After dinner, I felt Aradhya's eyes on me. She approached slowly, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Ari... you seem... excited. Is it because of what happened today? With... with him?"

I felt my cheeks flush. "Maybe…", I admitted.

She pressed against me, her hand trailing down my chest. "Tell me, Ari. Does it excite you to think of him touching your wife?"

I couldn't speak, just nodded.

Aradhya's lips met mine in a searing kiss. The kiss was electric, charged with a new energy we'd never experienced before. As we stumbled towards the bed, our hands roamed frantically, desperate to touch, to feel. I tugged at her blouse, my fingers trembling as I undid each button. In my mind's eye, I saw Harpreet's massive hands doing the same, and my cock throbbed painfully. Aradhya's skirt fell to the floor.

"Fuckkkk!", I breathed, moving my fingers over her waist. Aradhya shivered under my touch.

"Tell me.", she whispered, her eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you're thinking."

I swallowed hard. "I'm thinking about his hands on you. How they must have felt. So much bigger than mine..."

Aradhya moaned softly, arching into my touch. I lowered her onto the bed, drinking in the sight of her. My wife, disheveled and wanting, marked by another man's touch. I took my time, kissing a trail from her neck to her breasts. My tongue circled her nipples, imagining Harpreet's beard scratching the sensitive skin. Aradhya's hands fisted in my hair, urging me lower.

"Please, Ari.", she gasped. "I need..."

I knew what she needed. What we both needed. I kissed down her stomach, past her navel, until I reached the apex of her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, musky and rich. I wondered if Harpreet had smelled it too, if he'd been as intoxicated as I was now. My tongue darted out, tasting her. Aradhya bucked against my mouth, a low moan escaping her lips. I licked and sucked, imagining Harpreet's larger tongue, his rougher touch. The fantasy drove me wild, and I redoubled my efforts, determined to make Aradhya come undone.

When she finally shattered, crying out my name mixed with pleas to the heavens, I felt a surge of pride. But it was tinged with something else - a burning desire to hear her crying out Harpreet’s name again instead. I kissed my way back up her body, positioning my manhood between her thighs. Aradhya's eyes met mine, hazy with post-orgasmic bliss but still hungry for more.

"I love you.", I whispered, slowly pushing into her wet heat.

"I love you too.", she gasped, her nails digging into my back.

I tried to go slow, to savor the moment, but the tight, slick feel of her combined with the lingering images of Harpreet in my mind pushed me rapidly towards the edge. When I finally entered her fully, I was already teetering on the brink. "It's okay, Ari…", Aradhya whispered as I tried desperately to hold back. "Let go. We have all the time in the world to explore this... together."

With a groan, I came, collapsing onto her. As we lay there, catching our breath, Aradhya stroked my hair. "Thank you.", she murmured, "For understanding. For... for letting me have this."

I lifted my head, meeting her eyes. She kissed me softly. "And this... this is just the beginning, isn't it?"

I nodded, a thrill of anticipation running through me. "Yes.", I whispered. "Just the beginning."

[Curiousbull]

Awesome narration

[Paty@123]

Excellent update

[Bansalboy]

Awesome

[bhola647]

Keep going! It's turning out awesome!

[incest_cuck]

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual, my mind still buzzing from the events of yesterday. Aradhya stirred beside me, her eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning!", I mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I think I'll head into the office today."

Aradhya's eyebrow arched slightly. "Oh? I thought you were working from home for the rest of the week."

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, but there's a project I should probably check on in person. Might be there late, actually."

A flicker of understanding passed across Aradhya's face, quickly replaced by a mixture of guilt and excitement. She bit her lower lip, a habit I'd always found irresistible. "Alright.", she said softly. "I'll... I'll keep myself busy here."

As I dressed for work, I caught Aradhya's reflection in the mirror. She was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around her waist. My cock twitched at the sight, and I had to force myself to look away.

"You know…", I said, adjusting my tie, "if anything needs fixing around the house, don't hesitate to call someone. That plumber seemed... capable." I chuckled as I said it.

Aradhya's breath hitched audibly. "Ari..."

I turned to face her, my heart racing. "I mean it, Aradhya. Whatever you need. Whatever makes you happy."

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Thank you.", she whispered.

The bus ride to work was a blur. My mind kept conjuring images of Aradhya and that low-class brutish plumber. Their bodies entwined, his massive frame dwarfing hers. By the time I reached the office, I was achingly hard. I tried to focus on work, but by noon, the curiosity was killing me. With trembling fingers, I dialed Aradhya's number. It rang... and rang... and went to voicemail. My heart raced as I tried again. And again. On the fourth attempt, someone finally picked up. But instead of Aradhya's soft voice, I heard a deep, masculine grunt.

"Hello?" The voice was rough, accented.

My mouth went dry. "Who... who is this?"

A low chuckle. "Myself Harpreet."

Fuck! I yelled out in my head. My cock twitched traitorously in my pants. "I... I need to speak with Aradhya.", I managed to croak out.

Another laugh. "Sorry, bhai. She bit busy right now." In the background, I heard a muffled female voice. My wife's voice. There was a brief scuffle, and then suddenly, Aradhya was on the line.

"Ari?", She sounded breathless, panting slightly. "This... this isn't a good time to talk."

I swallowed hard, picturing her flushed and disheveled. My heart raced, a mix of concern and arousal flooding my system. "Aradhya, are you... are you okay? Is everything alright?" There was a brief pause, filled only by the sound of her heavy breathing. In the background, I thought I heard a deep, masculine chuckle.

"I'm fine, Ari.", Aradhya said, her voice a bit steadier now. "We had a leakage in one of the pipes again, which is why Harpreet is here. You don't need to worry." I understood that there was no leakage and that she was lying to me in front of Harpreet, so that he doesn’t get suspicious that I’m in on this. The implications of her words though, sent a shiver down my spine. My 5.5-inch member started twitching in my pants.

"Are you sure?", I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper. "If you need me to come home..."

"No!", my wife said quickly. Too quickly. "I mean, that's not necessary. I promise, everything is... under control."

I closed my eyes, imagining what kind of 'control' she might be under right now. "O-okay.", I stammered. "If you're sure, I understand. I'll... I'll call you later."

"Okay.", she replied, sounding distracted again. "Bye, Ari. See you when you get home."

The line went dead, leaving me sitting there, phone still pressed to my ear, my mind reeling with the possibilities of what was happening in our home right at this moment.  My heart pounded in my chest, a chaotic mix of emotions overwhelming me. Jealousy burned hot in my gut, imagining that tall burly plumber’s massive hands on my wife’s soft skin. But alongside it, a perverse excitement surged through me, my cock achingly hard at the thought of my wife possibly being thoroughly fucked by that low-class brute. Shame colored my cheeks as I realized how much this was turning me on. I felt powerless, emasculated, and yet...I'd never been more aroused in my life. My hand trembled as I set down the phone, my mind racing with vivid images of what might be happening in our bedroom right now. I was torn between wanting to rush home and interrupt them, and the desperate desire to let it continue, to hear every sordid detail later from my wife’s lips.

The rest of the workday crawled by, with each minute an agonizing eternity. Every few seconds, I'd shift uncomfortably in my chair, my erection refusing to subside. As soon as the clock hit 5, I bolted from the office. I took an Uber this time and the ride home was a blur of anticipation and anxiety. I burst through our front door, my heart pounding.

"Aradhya?" I called out, my voice cracking.

"In the kitchen!" she responded.

I found her at the stove, stirring something that smelled delicious. She wore her usual silky nightdress, the pale blue fabric clinging to her curves. My eyes roamed her body, searching for any sign of her afternoon activities. Her hair was slightly mussed, but otherwise, she looked... normal. When she finally noticed me, her face lit up. She crossed the kitchen in three quick strides and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, tasting faintly of... something unfamiliar. Her body pressed against me, soft and warm, and I groaned into her mouth.

"Welcome home.", she murmured as we parted, her eyes dark with desire.

"Are you okay?", I asked, searching her face. "I was worried..."

Aradhya smiled softly. "I'm fine, Ari. Better than fine, actually."

I swallowed hard. "Harpreet was here?", I asked, my voice low.

At the mere mention of the plumber's name, Aradhya's cheeks flushed pink. She bit her lower lip, looking suddenly shy. "As you already know.", she chuckled, "I... I promise I'll tell you everything after dinner, okay?"

My cock twitched at her words. "Everything?", I whispered.

Aradhya nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "Everything!", she confirmed. "Every detail. Just... let's eat first. I think we'll both need the energy."

As she turned back to the stove, I couldn't help but notice a slight hitch in her step. My imagination ran wild, picturing what might have caused it. Dinner couldn't come soon enough. After dinner, I helped her with the dishes, my hands shaking slightly as I dried each plate. The anticipation was killing me. The clink of silverware and the soft splash of water filled the silence between us, punctuated only by our quiet breathing. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, searching for any signs of what had transpired earlier. The way she moved, the slight flush on her cheeks, the occasional bite of her lower lip - it all seemed charged with unspoken tension. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Setting down the dish towel with trembling fingers, I turned to face her.

"Aradhya…", I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need to know. Please, tell me what happened today." She paused, her hands stilling in the soapy water. Slowly, she turned off the faucet and dried her hands, avoiding my gaze. When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were dark with a mixture of guilt and excitement that made my heart race.

"Alright.", she whispered, her voice husky. "Let's sit down."

We moved to the living room, the short walk feeling like an eternity. Aradhya settled onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. I sat beside her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body, but not quite touching. The air between us crackled with tension. My wife took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. In that moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty cross her face, quickly replaced by determination.

"I went out for groceries this morning.", she began, her voice low and intimate. "I was wearing that blue saree you like so much. You know, the one with the gold embroidery?" I nodded, picturing it clearly. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the tantalizing glimpse of her midriff.

"As I was leaving the store, I stopped at the nearby street tea stall for a quick chai. It was busy. You know, like how it gets in the mornings. All these people rushing about, the smell of spices and exhaust in the air.", Aradhya's eyes took on a faraway look, as if she was reliving the moment. "That's when I saw him. Our friendly neighborhood plumber.", she stifled a giggle.

My breath caught in my throat. Aradhya must have noticed, because she paused, studying my face. I nodded for her to continue, not trusting my voice.

"He was there, leaning against his work van, grinning at me like... like he knew exactly what I was thinking." Aradhya's voice dropped lower, taking on a husky quality that sent shivers down my spine. "At first, I tried to ignore him. I focused on my chai, on the bustle of the street around us. But the way he was looking at me...", she paused, lost in the memory. I shifted uncomfortably, my cock already hardening in my pants. She continued seconds later, "It was like he could see right through me, you know? Like he knew exactly what had been going through my mind since... since that first day." Aradhya's cheeks flushed a deep pink. "I kept thinking about his hands. Those big, rough hands that had touched me so... so confidently."

I swallowed hard, picturing those same hands on my wife's soft skin. "What did you do?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya bit her lip again, a gesture that never failed to drive me wild. "I... I decided to invite him over. Told him I needed help moving some furniture.", she laughed softly, the sound tinged with embarrassment and excitement. "It was a terrible excuse, but I couldn't think of anything else. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought everyone around us must be able to hear it."

"And he agreed?", I prompted, desperate for her to continue.

She nodded. "His eyes lit up as soon as I asked. Like he'd been waiting for this invitation. He said he'd be over in a few minutes, just needed to grab his tools."

The implication of those words hung heavy in the air between us. I pictured Harpreet, that tall, brutish, low-class man, eagerly anticipating what was to come. My cock throbbed painfully in response.

"What happened then?", I asked, my voice hoarse as I was growing impatient.

"I rushed home.", Aradhya continued, her words coming faster now. "I barely had time to put the groceries away before... before there was a knock at the door. It was so loud, Ari. So... commanding. I knew it was him." She paused, taking a shaky breath. I reached out, taking her hand in mine. Her skin felt feverishly hot. "When I opened the door, he was just... standing there. So tall, so... imposing. The hallway suddenly felt so small with him filling the doorway.", Aradhya's breath hitched. "He asked what furniture needed moving, but I... I couldn't speak. My mouth went dry, and all I could do was stare at him."

I leaned forward, hanging on her every word. "And then?"

Aradhya's eyes darkened, her pupils dilating with the memory. "I think he realized then that it was just an excuse. That I hadn't really called him over for any... practical reason."

"What did he do?", I whispered, both dreading and desperately wanting to hear the answer.

"He stepped inside, Ari. Closed the door behind him. And then... then he made his move." Aradhya's voice had dropped to a near-whisper, but in the silence of our living room, it felt deafening.

[DuraiBabu]

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual, my mind still buzzing from the events of yesterday. Aradhya stirred beside me, her eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning!", I mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I think I'll head into the office today."

Aradhya's eyebrow arched slightly. "Oh? I thought you were working from home for the rest of the week."

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, but there's a project I should probably check on in person. Might be there late, actually."

A flicker of understanding passed across Aradhya's face, quickly replaced by a mixture of guilt and excitement. She bit her lower lip, a habit I'd always found irresistible. "Alright.", she said softly. "I'll... I'll keep myself busy here."

As I dressed for work, I caught Aradhya's reflection in the mirror. She was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around her waist. My cock twitched at the sight, and I had to force myself to look away.

"You know…", I said, adjusting my tie, "if anything needs fixing around the house, don't hesitate to call someone. That plumber seemed... capable." I chuckled as I said it.

Aradhya's breath hitched audibly. "Ari..."

I turned to face her, my heart racing. "I mean it, Aradhya. Whatever you need. Whatever makes you happy."

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Thank you.", she whispered.

The bus ride to work was a blur. My mind kept conjuring images of Aradhya and that low-class brutish plumber. Their bodies entwined, his massive frame dwarfing hers. By the time I reached the office, I was achingly hard. I tried to focus on work, but by noon, the curiosity was killing me. With trembling fingers, I dialed Aradhya's number. It rang... and rang... and went to voicemail. My heart raced as I tried again. And again. On the fourth attempt, someone finally picked up. But instead of Aradhya's soft voice, I heard a deep, masculine grunt.

"Hello?" The voice was rough, accented.

My mouth went dry. "Who... who is this?"

A low chuckle. "Myself Harpreet."

Fuck! I yelled out in my head. My cock twitched traitorously in my pants. "I... I need to speak with Aradhya.", I managed to croak out.

Another laugh. "Sorry, bhai. She bit busy right now." In the background, I heard a muffled female voice. My wife's voice. There was a brief scuffle, and then suddenly, Aradhya was on the line.

"Ari?", She sounded breathless, panting slightly. "This... this isn't a good time to talk."

I swallowed hard, picturing her flushed and disheveled. My heart raced, a mix of concern and arousal flooding my system. "Aradhya, are you... are you okay? Is everything alright?" There was a brief pause, filled only by the sound of her heavy breathing. In the background, I thought I heard a deep, masculine chuckle.

"I'm fine, Ari.", Aradhya said, her voice a bit steadier now. "We had a leakage in one of the pipes again, which is why Harpreet is here. You don't need to worry." I understood that there was no leakage and that she was lying to me in front of Harpreet, so that he doesn’t get suspicious that I’m in on this. The implications of her words though, sent a shiver down my spine. My 5.5-inch member started twitching in my pants.

"Are you sure?", I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper. "If you need me to come home..."

"No!", my wife said quickly. Too quickly. "I mean, that's not necessary. I promise, everything is... under control."

I closed my eyes, imagining what kind of 'control' she might be under right now. "O-okay.", I stammered. "If you're sure, I understand. I'll... I'll call you later."

"Okay.", she replied, sounding distracted again. "Bye, Ari. See you when you get home."

The line went dead, leaving me sitting there, phone still pressed to my ear, my mind reeling with the possibilities of what was happening in our home right at this moment.  My heart pounded in my chest, a chaotic mix of emotions overwhelming me. Jealousy burned hot in my gut, imagining that tall burly plumber’s massive hands on my wife’s soft skin. But alongside it, a perverse excitement surged through me, my cock achingly hard at the thought of my wife possibly being thoroughly fucked by that low-class brute. Shame colored my cheeks as I realized how much this was turning me on. I felt powerless, emasculated, and yet...I'd never been more aroused in my life. My hand trembled as I set down the phone, my mind racing with vivid images of what might be happening in our bedroom right now. I was torn between wanting to rush home and interrupt them, and the desperate desire to let it continue, to hear every sordid detail later from my wife’s lips.

The rest of the workday crawled by, with each minute an agonizing eternity. Every few seconds, I'd shift uncomfortably in my chair, my erection refusing to subside. As soon as the clock hit 5, I bolted from the office. I took an Uber this time and the ride home was a blur of anticipation and anxiety. I burst through our front door, my heart pounding.

"Aradhya?" I called out, my voice cracking.

"In the kitchen!" she responded.

I found her at the stove, stirring something that smelled delicious. She wore her usual silky nightdress, the pale blue fabric clinging to her curves. My eyes roamed her body, searching for any sign of her afternoon activities. Her hair was slightly mussed, but otherwise, she looked... normal. When she finally noticed me, her face lit up. She crossed the kitchen in three quick strides and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, tasting faintly of... something unfamiliar. Her body pressed against me, soft and warm, and I groaned into her mouth.

"Welcome home.", she murmured as we parted, her eyes dark with desire.

"Are you okay?", I asked, searching her face. "I was worried..."

Aradhya smiled softly. "I'm fine, Ari. Better than fine, actually."

I swallowed hard. "Harpreet was here?", I asked, my voice low.

At the mere mention of the plumber's name, Aradhya's cheeks flushed pink. She bit her lower lip, looking suddenly shy. "As you already know.", she chuckled, "I... I promise I'll tell you everything after dinner, okay?"

My cock twitched at her words. "Everything?", I whispered.

Aradhya nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "Everything!", she confirmed. "Every detail. Just... let's eat first. I think we'll both need the energy."

As she turned back to the stove, I couldn't help but notice a slight hitch in her step. My imagination ran wild, picturing what might have caused it. Dinner couldn't come soon enough. After dinner, I helped her with the dishes, my hands shaking slightly as I dried each plate. The anticipation was killing me. The clink of silverware and the soft splash of water filled the silence between us, punctuated only by our quiet breathing. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, searching for any signs of what had transpired earlier. The way she moved, the slight flush on her cheeks, the occasional bite of her lower lip - it all seemed charged with unspoken tension. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Setting down the dish towel with trembling fingers, I turned to face her.

"Aradhya…", I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need to know. Please, tell me what happened today." She paused, her hands stilling in the soapy water. Slowly, she turned off the faucet and dried her hands, avoiding my gaze. When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were dark with a mixture of guilt and excitement that made my heart race.

"Alright.", she whispered, her voice husky. "Let's sit down."

We moved to the living room, the short walk feeling like an eternity. Aradhya settled onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. I sat beside her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body, but not quite touching. The air between us crackled with tension. My wife took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. In that moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty cross her face, quickly replaced by determination.

"I went out for groceries this morning.", she began, her voice low and intimate. "I was wearing that blue saree you like so much. You know, the one with the gold embroidery?" I nodded, picturing it clearly. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the tantalizing glimpse of her midriff.

"As I was leaving the store, I stopped at the nearby street tea stall for a quick chai. It was busy. You know, like how it gets in the mornings. All these people rushing about, the smell of spices and exhaust in the air.", Aradhya's eyes took on a faraway look, as if she was reliving the moment. "That's when I saw him. Our friendly neighborhood plumber.", she stifled a giggle.

My breath caught in my throat. Aradhya must have noticed, because she paused, studying my face. I nodded for her to continue, not trusting my voice.

"He was there, leaning against his work van, grinning at me like... like he knew exactly what I was thinking." Aradhya's voice dropped lower, taking on a husky quality that sent shivers down my spine. "At first, I tried to ignore him. I focused on my chai, on the bustle of the street around us. But the way he was looking at me...", she paused, lost in the memory. I shifted uncomfortably, my cock already hardening in my pants. She continued seconds later, "It was like he could see right through me, you know? Like he knew exactly what had been going through my mind since... since that first day." Aradhya's cheeks flushed a deep pink. "I kept thinking about his hands. Those big, rough hands that had touched me so... so confidently."

I swallowed hard, picturing those same hands on my wife's soft skin. "What did you do?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya bit her lip again, a gesture that never failed to drive me wild. "I... I decided to invite him over. Told him I needed help moving some furniture.", she laughed softly, the sound tinged with embarrassment and excitement. "It was a terrible excuse, but I couldn't think of anything else. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought everyone around us must be able to hear it."

"And he agreed?", I prompted, desperate for her to continue.

She nodded. "His eyes lit up as soon as I asked. Like he'd been waiting for this invitation. He said he'd be over in a few minutes, just needed to grab his tools."

The implication of those words hung heavy in the air between us. I pictured Harpreet, that tall, brutish, low-class man, eagerly anticipating what was to come. My cock throbbed painfully in response.

"What happened then?", I asked, my voice hoarse as I was growing impatient.

"I rushed home.", Aradhya continued, her words coming faster now. "I barely had time to put the groceries away before... before there was a knock at the door. It was so loud, Ari. So... commanding. I knew it was him." She paused, taking a shaky breath. I reached out, taking her hand in mine. Her skin felt feverishly hot. "When I opened the door, he was just... standing there. So tall, so... imposing. The hallway suddenly felt so small with him filling the doorway.", Aradhya's breath hitched. "He asked what furniture needed moving, but I... I couldn't speak. My mouth went dry, and all I could do was stare at him."

I leaned forward, hanging on her every word. "And then?"

Aradhya's eyes darkened, her pupils dilating with the memory. "I think he realized then that it was just an excuse. That I hadn't really called him over for any... practical reason."

"What did he do?", I whispered, both dreading and desperately wanting to hear the answer.

"He stepped inside, Ari. Closed the door behind him. And then... then he made his move." Aradhya's voice had dropped to a near-whisper, but in the silence of our living room, it felt deafening.

Such an interesting spot to stop!! Please update soon as its getting more interesting now

[bhola647]

Your narration skills are over the top and the way you left us at the cliff hanger, kudos to you. A request from my end for the next few chapters. Instead of switching to your wife's narration, let the events unfold over conservation between the two. In this manner, we can feel the emotional turmoil that the husband will be going through as he listens to what had happened behind his back.

Thanks for the update and wish you all the best for the next chapters.

[incest_cuck]

Thank you all for the responses and encouragement. More updates coming soon.

Here are some images to help with your imagination:

Aradhya - the heroine of this story:








Arijit - the husband and the narrator of the story:





Harpreet - the low-class plumber:

[mzafar]

I am impressed to read your story, you are a great writer, special request to update very soon.

[Rizzi1198]

Really appreciate your efforts ? engaging story

[Invincible_789]

This is gonna be fire ? the writer is will this the story of the year I hope Ari's mom was also with her lover on the phone call

[drillhot]

Great update

[incest_cuck]

"Tell me.", I pleaded, my own voice rough with need. "Tell me everything."

Aradhya nodded, her grip on my hand tightening. "He... he didn't say anything at first. Just looked at me with those dark brown eyes of his. Then, slowly, he reached out and touched my face. His hand was so big, Ari. So rough. I could feel the calluses on his palm as he cupped my cheek."

I closed my eyes, picturing the scene. The contrast between Harpreet's large, work-worn hands and my wife’s delicate features. My cock strained against my pants, demanding attention.

"I knew I should step back.", Aradhya continued, her voice trembling slightly. "But I couldn't move. It was like I was frozen in place, just... waiting to see what he'd do next."

She paused, taking a shaky breath. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, more intimate. "He leaned in close, Ari. So close I could smell him - that mix of sweat and motor oil and something uniquely... him. And then he whispered in my ear:

Harpreet: I been thinking about you, madam-ji. About that mulayam (soft) skin of yours.

A low groan escaped me before I could stop it. Aradhya's eyes snapped to mine, searching my face. Whatever she saw there must have reassured her, because she continued, her words coming faster now.

"His other hand went to my waist, pulling me against him. Gosh, Ari, he felt like a wall of muscle. So different from... from you." She bit her lip, looking guilty for a moment. "Not better, just... different." I nodded, encouraging her to go on. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

"I should have pushed him away.", Aradhya whispered. "But instead, I... I tilted my head back. Offered my neck to him like... like some kind of offering." The image seared itself into my brain - my beautiful, dignified wife, surrendering herself to this rough, working-class man. I shifted uncomfortably, my erection painful in its confinement.

"He took the invitation…", Aradhya continued, her eyes glazed with the memory. "His lips were on my neck, hot and demanding. And his beard... gosh, his beard was so rough against my skin. It scratched and tickled, sending shivers down my spine." She absently rubbed her neck, as if she could still feel the sensation. "It was nothing like your smooth-shaven face. The contrast was... intoxicating. Every brush of his facial hair against my sensitive skin was like a jolt of electricity." I swallowed hard, picturing it vividly. Harpreet's dark, coarse beard scbanging against Aradhya's delicate neck, leaving red marks in its wake. Marking her. Claiming her.

"He nuzzled into the crook of my neck.", Aradhya continued, her breath coming faster now. "His beard tickled my collarbone, then dragged along my jawline as he made his way back to my lips. It was almost... almost painful, but in the most delicious way. The kiss...wasn't gentle or sweet. It was... hungry. Demanding. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me. It was like a battering ram, forcing its way in and out of my mouth. I could taste the paan he must have been chewing earlier - spicy and slightly bitter. Mixed with the taste of chai and something uniquely... him."

I shifted uncomfortably, my erection straining painfully against my pants as I pictured the scene. "He didn't kiss like you do, Ari…", my wife admitted, her cheeks flushing. "It wasn't gentle or loving. It was... primal. Possessive. His teeth nipped at my lower lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. His beard rasped against my skin, leaving it feeling raw and sensitized. And his hands... oh Gosh, Ari, his hands were everywhere. Grabbing my hips, squeezing my ass through the saree."

My own breathing had become ragged as I hung on her every word.

"His hands tangled in my hair, gripping it tightly at the nape of my neck. He used that grip to angle my head, to deepen the kiss even further. I felt like I was drowning in him, in his taste, his smell, the feel of his body pressing me against the wall.", Aradhya's eyes met mine, dark with remembered passion and present desire. "When he finally pulled away, my lips felt bruised and swollen. My skin was on fire from the scratch of his beard. I... I had never felt so thoroughly kissed in my life."

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. "And then?", I whispered, both dreading and desperately needing to hear more.

Aradhya's eyes darkened as she continued, her voice low and husky. "That's when it happened, Ari. That's when you called on the landline."

My breath caught in my throat, remembering that confusing, arousing conversation. "Go on…", I whispered.

She nodded, biting her lip. "We were against the wall when the phone started ringing. Harpreet had me pinned there, his body pressed against mine. He'd just started to unwrap my saree when we heard it."

I closed my eyes, picturing the scene. "But Harpreet answered first?", I murmured.

"Yes…", Aradhya admitted, her cheeks flushing. "He... he suddenly pulled away from me and rushed to the sofa where the phone was. I panicked, knowing it might be you. I tried to get there first, but he was quicker." Aradhya's cheeks deepened to a dark red as she continued, "I reached for the phone, trying to grab it from him. But he held it out of my reach, grinning as he answered. I was pressed against him, still trying to get the receiver."

I remembered Harpreet's deep voice, the way he'd chuckled. "He sounded... amused."

She nodded. "He was. While he talked to you, I was practically climbing him, reaching for the phone. His free hand was on my waist, steadying me. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach as I stretched upwards."

My breath hitched. "Is that why you sounded so... breathless when you finally got on the phone?"

"Yes," Aradhya whispered. "By the time I wrestled the receiver away from him, my saree had loosened even more from the struggle. It was hanging off my shoulder, exposing my blouse. And Harpreet... he took advantage of my exposed skin."

I shifted uncomfortably, my erection painfully hard. "You said it wasn't a good time to talk."

"It really wasn't!", Aradhya admitted. "Gosh, Ari, he kept touching me while I was talking to you. His hand moved from my waist to my breast, squeezing it through my blouse. I thought I might moan out loud at any moment."

My cock twitched at her words. "I asked if you were okay…", I recalled.

Aradhya's eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of guilt and arousal. "I remember. I told you I was fine. More than fine. And I was, Ari. I felt... alive. Wanton. Harpreet's hands on me, his beard scratching my skin as he nipped at my neck, all while I was talking to you... it was intoxicating. "

"I offered to come home.", I said softly.

She nodded. "You did. And for a moment, I was tempted to say yes. To have you walk in and see... see what was happening. But I couldn't. I wasn't ready for it to end. I wanted... I needed to see where this would go."

I remembered the abrupt end to our call. "You hung up quickly."

Aradhya's eyes darkened with remembered passion. "I did. Because at that moment, Harpreet... he...", she paused, biting her lip.

"Tell me.", I urged, both dreading and desperately needing to hear more. "What did he do?"

Aradhya's eyes glazed over with a mixture of shame and arousal, "After I hung up the phone, there was this... moment. This charged silence between us. Harpreet's eyes were dark, hungry. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He... he sat down on the sofa. Just plopped down, his legs spread wide, those dirty work boots planted firmly on our carpet. And then...", she paused, biting her lip. "He pulled me onto his lap."

My cock twitched painfully in my pants. "He pulled you?"

Aradhya nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yes. His hands were so... so strong, Ari. Calloused and rough from his work. He grabbed my hips and just... yanked me down. I ended up straddling him, my saree bunching up around my knees. Then...", Aradhya's voice dropped to a husky whisper, "Then we started kissing again. Meanwhile, his hands were everywhere. They started on my hips, gripping so tight I thought he might leave bruises. Then they slid up my sides, rough palms catching on the silk of my saree. When he reached my breasts, he... he didn't hesitate. He pushed my pallu aside for better access and then just grabbed them, squeezing hard through my blouse and bra."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. "How did that feel?"

"It felt... amazing!", Aradhya admitted, her voice thick with arousal. "His hands were so big, so powerful. And the way he touched me... it wasn't gentle or reverent like you, Ari. It was possessive. Demanding. Like he was claiming me."

My cock throbbed at her words. "What else?", I asked, barely able to form the words.

Aradhya's cheeks deepened to a dark red. "While he was groping my breasts, he started kissing down my neck. His beard was rough, scratching my skin, but his lips... his lips were surprisingly soft. He found this spot, just below my ear, that made me shiver." She paused, taking a shaky breath. "And all the while, I could feel him. His cock, pressing up against me through his work pants. It felt huge, Ari. Hot and hard, even through layers of fabric."

"Did you... did you move against him?"

My sweet, cute, devoted wife nodded, looking both ashamed and aroused. "I did. I couldn't help it. My body just... responded to him. I started rocking my hips, grinding down on his erection. And when I did, he... he groaned. This deep, guttural sound that I felt more than heard."

"What happened next?", I asked, my voice hoarse.

"He... he started speaking in Punjabi," Aradhya said, her eyes glazed with remembered passion. "I couldn't understand most of it, but the tone... Gosh, it was so dirty. So primal. He kept calling me 'kudi' and 'meri jaan', which I'm pretty sure means 'my life'. He also kept saying 'teri fuddi' and then something else. I didn't know what it meant at the time, but later I looked it up and..." She trailed off, her face burning.

"What did it mean?", I pressed, both dreading and desperately needing to know.

Aradhya met my eyes, her gaze smoldering. "It means 'your pussy'. He was talking about my pussy, Ari. Saying how wet it must be, how tight..."

I groaned involuntarily, my hand unconsciously moving to adjust my painfully hard erection. "What else, Aradhya? What else did he do?"

She took a deep breath before continuing. "His hands... they started roaming again. One slid down to my ass, gripping it hard through my saree. The other... the other moved to the front of my blouse. He started fumbling with the hooks, trying to undo them."

My breath caught in my throat. "Did he... did he succeed?"

Aradhya shook her head. "No. That's... that's when I stopped him. It was like a bucket of cold water, suddenly realizing how far things had gone. I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away from my blouse."

I nodded, a mix of relief and disappointment washing over me. "How did he react?"

"He looked... confused at first," Aradhya said. "Then frustrated. He tried to pull me back in for another kiss, but I put my hand on his chest, keeping him at bay. I told him... I told him we needed to stop."

"And did he?" I asked, tension coiling in my gut.

Aradhya nodded. "He did. He didn't look happy about it, but he didn't force anything. I climbed off his lap, adjusting my saree. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. I took a moment to catch my breath. My heart was racing, my body was on fire. Part of me wanted to climb right back onto his lap, to let him finish what he started. But I knew... I knew I couldn't.", she paused, taking a shaky breath. "So, I asked him to leave. Told him that the job was done, that he needed to go."

"Did he leave right away?", I asked, picturing Harpreet's frustrated expression.

Aradhya shook her head. "No, he hesitated. He stood up, adjusting himself in his pants - gosh, Ari, the bulge was obscene - and he asked if I was sure. Said he could... he could take care of me, make me feel good."

My cock twitched at her words, a mix of jealousy and arousal coursing through me. "What did you say?"

"I lied.", Aradhya admitted, her cheeks flushing. "I told him I was worried about you getting suspicious. About the neighbors noticing how long he'd been here. I... I appealed to his sense of discretion, I guess. And it worked! He seemed to understand then. He nodded, gathered his tools, and headed for the door. But before he left...", she trailed off, biting her lip.

"What?", I pressed. "What did he do?"

Aradhya met my eyes, her gaze intense. "He turned back to me and kissed me passionately one last time. And then he winked at me. Actually winked!”

"And then he left?"

She nodded. "Yes. He left, and I... I collapsed on the sofa, my heart pounding, my body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire. I could smell him on me - sweat and grease and something distinctly masculine. It took everything I had not to... not to touch myself right there.", her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of guilt and arousal, “I did later though, Ari. Soon after he left, in the shower. I couldn't help it. The memory of his hands on me, his beard scratching my skin, the way he smelled... it was too much. I came so hard I nearly collapsed."

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