Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[bhola647]

The heat keeps on increasing!



Awesome update yaar!

[bhola647]

Like the hubby, we will be on our toes for Aradhya’s next adventure. Don’t know how it’s going to go, but Aradhya should definitely be pampered by the husband for a few more encounters with Harpreet. Sadly, I don’t know how to pamper the writer and my commenting is my only way to do so! Keep up the good work guru!

[kangaani]

Amazing

[incest_cuck]

I groaned, my hand unconsciously moving to palm my erection through my pants. My wife reached out, placing her hand on my thigh. "I'm sorry, baby. I never meant for any of this to happen. But I... I can't stop thinking about it. About him. About what might have happened if I hadn't stopped things."

I covered her hand with mine, squeezing gently. "It's okay, Aradhya. I... I understand. And hearing about it, picturing it, it's driving me crazy."

Aradhya's eyes widened slightly. "You're... you're not angry?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm jealous, yes. Frustrated, definitely. But angry? No. If anything, I'm... I'm turned on."

Her lips parted in surprise. "Really? Still?"

I nodded, leaning in closer to Aradhya. "Yes, even still! In fact..." I paused, my breath catching as I struggled to find the words. "Hearing all of this... it's got me so worked up."

Aradhya's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and arousal flickering across her face. "Really?" she whispered, her hand sliding higher up my thigh.

I groaned softly, my cock twitching at her touch. "Fuck yeah! Just picturing you with him... it's driving me wild."

A slow, seductive smile spread across Aradhya's lips. "Show me!", she purred, her fingers now dangerously close to my straining erection.

That was all the invitation I needed. I surged forward, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. She responded immediately, moaning into my mouth as her hands tangled in my hair. I broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Bedroom!", I growled, "Now!"

My wife nodded eagerly, her chest heaving with each breath. We stumbled to our feet, hands roaming, unable to stop touching each other as we made our way to the bedroom. As soon as we crossed the threshold, I spun Aradhya around, pressing her against the wall. My lips found her neck, kissing and sucking at the soft skin there. "Tell me more.", I murmured against her throat. "Tell me what it felt like when he touched you."

Aradhya whimpered, arching into me. "His hands were so rough…" she gasped as I nipped at her collarbone. "So different from yours. When he grabbed my breasts..."

I groaned, my hands moving to cup her breasts through her blouse. "Like this?", I asked, squeezing firmly.

"Harder.", Aradhya panted. "He was... rougher."

I obliged, kneading her breasts more firmly as I continued to kiss and suck at her neck. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my pants as I pressed it against her hip.

"Gosh, Ari!" Aradhya moaned, her hips bucking against mine. "I need... I need..."

"What do you need?", I growled, nipping at her earlobe. "Tell me!"

"I need you inside me.", she whimpered. "Please, Ari. I've been wet since... since Harpreet left. I need you to fuck me."

Her words sent a jolt of arousal through me. I stepped back, hastily unbuttoning my shirt as Aradhya did the same with her blouse. We shed our clothes quickly, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. Once we were both naked, I took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Her skin was flushed, her dark-brown nipples hard and begging for attention. I could see the evidence of her arousal glistening on her inner thighs.

"Fuck, you're beautiful!" I breathed, stepping closer to her again.

Aradhya's eyes raked over my body, lingering on my rock-hard cock. "So are you." she murmured, reaching out to wrap her hand around my length.

I hissed at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily. "Bed!" I managed to groan. "Now."

We stumbled to the bed, falling onto it in a tangle of limbs. I rolled on top of Aradhya, settling between her spread thighs. My cock brushed against her wet folds, drawing moans from both of us.

"Tell me more.", I panted, rocking my hips so my shaft slid along her slick pussy. "Tell me what you imagined when you touched yourself in the shower."

Aradhya whimpered, her nails digging into my back. "I... I imagined his hands.", she gasped. "How they felt on my body. So big, so rough. I imagined him... oh Gosh, Ari... I imagined him fingering me."

I groaned, reaching down to slide two fingers through her wet folds. "Like this?", I asked, circling her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance.

"Yesssss…", Aradhya moaned, her hips bucking up against my hand. "But... rougher. His fingers were thicker, callused..."

I pressed two fingers into her, curling them to hit that spot inside her that always drove her wild. Aradhya cried out, her back arching off the bed.

"What else?", I urged, pumping my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. "What else did you imagine?"

"His... his cock.", Aradhya panted, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "I imagined how big it felt through his pants. How it would feel inside me, stretching me open..."

I growled, withdrawing my fingers and positioning my cock at her entrance. "Like this?" I asked, pushing just the tip inside her.

Aradhya's eyes flew open, locking with mine. "Yes.", she whimpered. "Please, Ari. I need you inside me. Now." I didn't need to be told twice. With one hard thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside her. We both cried out at the sensation - her tight, wet heat enveloping me was almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, you're so wet!", I groaned, starting to move in long, deep strokes. "Is this how wet you were for him? For that low-class plumber?"

Aradhya nodded, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me in deeper. "Yes.", she moaned. "Gosh, yes. I was soaked, Ari. I could feel it when I was grinding on his lap..."

The mental image of Aradhya straddling Harpreet, rocking against his hard cock, nearly pushed me over the edge. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my orgasm as I increased my pace.

"Tell me more." I panted, driving into her harder. "Please. Tell me what you wanted him to do to you."

Aradhya's nails raked down my back as she met each of my thrusts. "I wanted... oh gosh, baby... I wanted him to bend me over the sofa…", she gasped. "To lift up my saree and... and fuck me from behind. Hard and fast, like... like he couldn't control himself."

I groaned, the heat in my groin building to an almost unbearable level. "Fuck, Aradhya!", I grunted, my hips snapping against hers. "You're going to make me cum."

"Yes!", she moaned, her inner walls starting to flutter around my cock. "Cum for me, Ari. Come inside me while I think about Harpreet's big, hard cock..." That was it - her words pushed me over the edge. With a hoarse cry, I buried myself deep inside her as my orgasm crashed over me. I pumped my hips erratically, spilling my seed into her welcoming heat.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I realized with a pang of guilt that Aradhya hadn't come yet. I could feel her still squirming beneath me, chasing her own release.

"I'm sorry.", I panted, reaching down to rub her clit. "I couldn't hold back. Let me take care of you."

Aradhya whimpered as I circled her sensitive bud, her hips bucking against my hand. "It's okay.", she gasped. "Just... don't stop. I'm so close." I continued to stroke her clit, adding a bit more pressure. With my other hand, I reached up to pinch and roll her nipple, remembering how she said Harpreet had groped her breasts.

"That's it.", I murmured, watching her face contort in pleasure. "Cum for me, Aradhya. Show me how you would have cum for him."

“Ahhhhhhh…nghhhhh….!!!!”, with a keening cry, Aradhya's back arched off the bed as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy clenched around my softening cock, milking the last drops of cum from me as she shuddered through her release. As her tremors subsided, I gently withdrew from her, rolling onto my side and pulling her into my arms. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, our skin sticky with sweat and other fluids.

"That was..." Aradhya began, her voice hoarse.

"Intense.", I finished for her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

She nodded, nuzzling into my chest. "Are you... are you really okay with all of this?", she asked hesitantly once again. "With what happened with Harpreet, and... how it affected me?"

I took a moment to consider before answering. "I am.", I said finally. "It's... it's exciting, in a way I never expected. Hearing about it, imagining it... it turns me on more than I thought possible."

Aradhya was quiet for a moment, considering. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. "I am…" she said, leaning in to kiss me softly, "Very glad to hear that, indeed."

As we settled into each other's arms, my mind raced with possibilities. While part of me was nervous about what the future might hold, a larger part was thrilled at the prospect of exploring this newfound excitement with my wife further.

[bhola647]

My my! That was a good update! Thanks

[Johnnythedevil]

Wonderful update

[Bansalboy]

Waiting For Update

[incest_cuck]

The next morning, I woke up with my wife nestled against me, her warm breath tickling my chest. Memories of our passionate encounter the night before flooded back, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. As she stirred, her eyes fluttering open, I smiled down at her.

"Good morning, beautiful.", I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Aradhya yawned, stretching languidly against me. "Mmm, good morning.", she replied, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Last night was..."

"Incredible!", I finished for her, my cock twitching with interest as I recalled the details of our lovemaking.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, it was. I... I hope you're still okay with everything we talked about."

I pulled her closer, nuzzling into her hair. "More than okay.", I assured her. "In fact, I've been thinking... why don't we go out today? Maybe catch a movie?"

Aradhya's eyes lit up. "That sounds perfect. It's been ages since we've had a proper date."

We spent the morning lounging in bed, trading lazy kisses and gentle caresses, before finally dragging ourselves to the shower. As we got dressed, I couldn't help but admire the way my wife’s kurta hugged her curves, the deep red fabric contrasting beautifully with her rich, dusky skin. The vibrant color made her warm brown complexion glow, accentuating the depth and warmth of her skin tone. Her full lips, painted a subtle shade of mauve, stood out against her dark features, drawing my gaze time and time again. Her long, thick black hair fell in waves around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her big, expressive eyes, lined with a touch of kohl, seemed to smolder as she caught me staring. The gold jhumkas dangling from her ears added a touch of sparkle, complementing her deep cocoa skin. I watched, mesmerized, as she applied a dot of sindoor at her hairline, the bright red powder a stark contrast against her forehead. The simple act, a symbol of our marriage, sent a surge of possessive desire through me.

"You're absolutely stunning.", I murmured, wrapping my arms around her from behind as she finished getting ready.

Aradhya met my eyes in the reflection, a mischievous glint in her gaze. "Thank you, handsome." she replied, her voice low and sultry. "You're not looking too bad yourself."

I pressed a soft kiss to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating scent of jasmine and sandalwood that was uniquely hers. The warmth of her skin against my lips sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a familiar heat in my core. We headed out, hand in hand, to the local cinema. The afternoon sun was warm on our skin as we walked, and I found myself hyper-aware of every glance cast our way. Did that man checking out Aradhya know about her encounter with Harpreet? Could that woman eyeing me up sense the newfound excitement in our relationship?

At the theater, we settled into our seats with a tub of popcorn between us. As the lights dimmed and the movie began, I found my mind wandering. Instead of focusing on the action on screen, I kept picturing Aradhya with that low-class alpha male plumber - her small frame pressed against his larger one, his rough hands roaming her body. Halfway through the film, I felt my wife’s hand on my thigh. I turned to look at her, finding her eyes dark with desire. Slowly, teasingly, she slid her hand higher, brushing against the growing bulge in my pants.

"Aradhya…", I hissed, glancing around nervously. "What are you doing?"

She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear. "Just thinking about last night.", she whispered, "About how hot it was when you fucked me while I told you about Harpreet."

I groaned softly, my cock hardening fully at her words. "Gosh, Aradhya... you're driving me crazy."

She giggled softly, giving me a quick squeeze before withdrawing her hand. "Good.", she murmured, turning her attention back to the movie with a satisfied smirk.

The rest of the film passed in a blur of sexual tension. By the time the credits rolled, I was painfully hard and eager to get Aradhya home. We hurried out of the theater, barely paying attention to our surroundings as we made our way to the street.

That's when it happened!

As we rounded the corner, still lost in our own little world of desire, the aroma of chai and the buzz of conversation from a nearby tea stall caught our attention. My eyes swept over the small crowd gathered there, and suddenly, I froze. There he was. Harpreet, the tall brutish low-class plumber. He was leaning against the stall's rickety counter, one muscular arm propped on the wooden surface as he chatted animatedly with the chaiwala. His white vest was stained with grease and sweat, clinging to his broad chest and emphasizing his powerful build. A worn toolbelt hung low on his hips, drawing attention to his strong thighs encased in work-worn jeans.

I felt Aradhya stiffen beside me, her grip on my hand tightening. "Ari…", she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's him."

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from the man who had so thoroughly captured my wife's imagination. As if sensing our gaze, Harpreet looked up, his eyes locking onto Aradhya. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face, his thick beard doing little to hide the hunger in his expression. I watched as Aradhya's cheeks flushed, her body language shifting subtly. She straightened her spine, pushing her chest out ever so slightly. Meanwhile, his gaze raked over her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her kurta. I felt a surge of jealousy at the blatant way he was eyeing my wife, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of arousal. My wife’s eyes flicked to me briefly before returning to Harpreet. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture I recognized as one of her flirting tells. From the corner of my eye, I could see Harpreet's grin widen, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The sexual tension between them was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity. I shifted uncomfortably, my own arousal warring with the instinct to step in, to claim Aradhya as mine. As we hurried back to our apartment, my mind raced with the possibilities. The way that low-class man had looked at my wife, the way she had responded to him, it was clear that the attraction between them was quite strong indeed.  

By the time we reached our building, we were both breathing heavily, and not just from the brisk walk. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, Aradhya pushed me against the wall, her lips crashing into mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. I groaned into her mouth, my hands gripping her hips and pulling her flush against me. She ground herself against my erection, whimpering softly.

"Ari…", she panted as we broke for air. "I need you. Now!"

The elevator dinged, and we stumbled out onto our floor, barely making it to our apartment before clothes started flying. As I pressed Aradhya against the wall, my lips attacking her neck, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if we'd invited Harpreet back with us. The thought sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I groaned, gently lifting Aradhya and carrying her to the bedroom. As I laid her on the bed, her eyes dark with lust and her lips swollen from our kisses, I knew that meeting Harpreet on our way home had opened up a new window of lust within her. And as I settled between Aradhya's thighs, ready to lose myself in her once again, I couldn't help but think what more was in store for the three of us.

The next couple of days were uneventful.

Monday morning dawned, the soft light filtering through the curtains as I stirred. I gazed at my wife’s sleeping form beside me, her dusky skin glowing in the early morning light. Her full lips were slightly parted, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins, but I pushed the feeling aside, knowing all too well how quickly it would end if I acted on it. As I began to get dressed for work, Aradhya's eyes fluttered open. She stretched languidly, the sheet slipping down to reveal the swell of her breasts. "Mmmhmm, going to the office again?", she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.

I nodded, trying to keep my voice casual. "Yeah, I've got some meetings that are better done in person."

Aradhya's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Is that so?", she purred, sitting up and letting the sheet pool around her waist. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, drawing my gaze. "Are you sure it's not because you're hoping I'll have another... plumbing emergency?"

I felt my face flush, caught out in my transparent excuse. "I... that's not..."

Aradhya's laugh was low and throaty. "Oh, Ari…", she said, rising from the bed and sauntering over to me. Her hips swayed hypnotically, and I felt my mouth go dry. She pressed herself against me, her soft curves molding to my body. "You don't have to pretend. I know exactly what you're thinking." She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "You're hoping that while you're gone, I'll call Harpreet. That he'll come over with his big, strong hands and his dirty work clothes. That he'll bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me until I scream."

I groaned, my cock hardening instantly at her words. Aradhya ground herself against me, feeling my arousal. "Is that what you want, Ari? To come home and find me freshly fucked, my pussy still dripping with his cum?"

"Fuck, babe!", I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.

Aradhya's eyes glinted with mischief as she continued her teasing assault. Her hands roamed over my chest, her nails lightly scbanging through the fabric of my shirt. "Maybe I'll leave the door unlocked…", she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So you can walk in and catch us in the act. Would you like that, Ari? To see Harpreet's big, rough hands on my body? To hear the sounds I make when he's inside me?"

I was panting now, my entire body thrumming with arousal. Aradhya's words painted vivid pictures in my mind, each one more erotic than the last. She pressed her lips to my neck, sucking gently on my pulse point.

"Or maybe…", she continued, her breath hot against my skin, "you'd prefer to watch from the beginning. To see him strip me slowly, to watch as he explores every inch of my body with his mouth and hands. Would you touch yourself while you watched, Ari? Would you stroke your cock as Harpreet fucks me?"

My hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against me. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her nightgown, and it was driving me wild. "Aradhya…", I groaned, not sure if I was begging her to stop or continue.

She pulled back slightly, her dark eyes meeting mine. There was lust there, yes, but also a hint of something else. Uncertainty? Worry? "Tell me, Ari.", she said, her voice softer now. "Is this really what you want? Because if it is... gosh, I want it too. But I'm scared."

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. "What are you scared of, love?" I asked gently.

Aradhya bit her lip, a gesture that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. "I'm scared of how much I want it.", she admitted, "Of how far things have already gone with Harpreet. If we keep going down this path, there's no telling where we'll end up."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Hey…", I said softly, "it's okay. I meant what I said before. I'm secure in our relationship. I understand that you want... that you need pleasure beyond what I can give you."

Aradhya's eyes welled up with tears. "But Ari, it's not fair to you. You shouldn't have to-"

I cut her off with a gentle kiss. "Aradhya, my love, listen to me. When we had our arranged marriage, I... I didn't know about my problems. I was a virgin, remember? I had no idea how bad my premature ejaculation was. And I know you thought you were destined for a lifetime of mediocre sex."

Aradhya nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb.

"But now…", I continued, "now we have a chance for you to experience the kind of pleasure you deserve. With someone built like the guys you dated in college. And I... I want that for you."

Aradhya searched my eyes, looking for any sign of doubt or resentment. Finding none, she threw her arms around me, burying her face in my neck. "I love you so much, Ari.", she whispered. "How did I get so lucky to find a husband as understanding as you?"

I held her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. "I love you too, babe. More than anything. And that's why I want you to be happy and satisfied in every way."

As we stood there, locked in our embrace, I felt a complex mix of emotions swirling within me. There was love, of course, deep and abiding. But there was also a hint of jealousy, a primal possessiveness that I couldn't quite shake. And beneath it all, a current of arousal that I couldn't deny. For years, I had been secretly reading cuckolding stories online, fascinated and turned on by the idea of sharing my wife. And now, suddenly, I was slowly becoming one of those husbands I had read about. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me, even as it filled me with a strange mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Aradhya pulled back slightly, her eyes searching my face. "Are you sure about this, Ari? Really sure?"

I nodded, surprised to find that I meant it. "I'm sure. I want you to be happy, Aradhya. To be satisfied. And if Harpreet can give you what I can't... then I want you to have that."

Aradhya's eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were accompanied by a smile. "You're amazing, you know that?" she said, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. With that last kiss, I headed out the door, my mind swirling with images of what might transpire in my absence. As I walked to the bus terminal, I couldn't help but notice every tall, muscular man I passed, wondering if they could satisfy Aradhya the way that low-class brutish plumber could.

[AjitKumar]

Nice update

[Bansalboy]

Post more please Wonderful

[Manikandarajesh]

At last the wimpy husband has left the choice to wife to sleep with anyone. He never did any attempt to improve his body to satisfy her. Will the muscle men fucking her make her humiliate her husband. will there be a threesome foursome happening: this is interesting.

[Givemeextra]

At last the wimpy husband has left the choice to wife to sleep with anyone. He never did any attempt to improve his body to satisfy her.  

Agree, no fight put up by husband.

[Dinesh5]

Rare combination of both erotic and romantic
Very well written bro
Only request from my side is please don't discontinue the story. Finish it

[Invincible_789]

The husband accepted his faith that he can't satisfy his wife and then decided to have a selective breeding too

Ari I would love to breed with your mom also she is a breeding material

[Kohsaitap]

Very well written... Most people dont understand the pleasure of seeing your wife used by another man infront of you...

Take it up a notch...

[incest_cuck]

The workday passed in a blur of meetings and reports, but my mind kept wandering. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart raced, wondering if it was Aradhya with news. By the time I headed home, I was a bundle of nerves and arousal. As I approached our apartment, my steps slowed. What would I find when I opened the door? Would Aradhya be there, freshly showered and innocent-looking? Or would I catch her in the act, Harpreet's large frame looming over her smaller one? With a deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The apartment was quiet, no sign of Harpreet or any "plumbing emergencies". I found Aradhya in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove wearing a tshirt and skirt.

She turned as I entered, a soft smile on her face. "Hey, love.", she said, crossing to give me a quick kiss. "How was your day?"

I searched her face, looking for any sign of what might have transpired. "It was... fine.", I said slowly. "How about yours? Any... emergencies?"

Aradhya's lips curved into a mysterious smile. "Patience, Ari…", she said, her voice low and teasing. "I'll tell you all about my day, but first, let's have dinner. It's almost ready." She ran her hand down my chest, her touch sending shivers through me. "Why don't you go freshen up? Then we can eat, and afterward..." She let the sentence hang, her eyes sparkling with promise.

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. As I headed to the bathroom, my mind raced with possibilities. What had happened while I was gone? The suspense was both thrilling and agonizing. After a quick shower, I joined Aradhya at the dining table. She'd prepared my favorite dish, but I could barely taste it. My eyes kept darting to her face, searching for clues. She ate slowly, savoring each bite, occasionally glancing up at me with a knowing smirk.

Finally, after what felt like hours, we finished eating. Aradhya stood, gathering the plates. "Why don't you pour us some wine and meet me in the living room?", she suggested. "I think it's time we talked about my day."

My hands trembled slightly as I poured the wine. When I entered the living room, Aradhya was curled up on the couch, looking both innocent and incredibly sexy in her casual home clothes. I handed her a glass and sat beside her, my heart pounding.

Aradhya took a sip of wine, then set the glass down. "So", she began, her voice low and sultry, "you want to know how my day went?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "Well," she continued, "it started out pretty normal. I did some cleaning, caught up on my favorite show. But then...", she paused, biting her lip. "I heard a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was curious. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Harpreet standing there, grinning at me like a cat who'd caught a canary."

"Harpreet? You mean your favorite plumber?", I joked.

Aradhya slapped my arm playfully, "Yes Ari, all 6 foot 2 inches of him, broad shoulders filling the doorway, his dark eyes roaming over me."

"What were you wearing?" I asked.

Aradhya's lips curved into a sultry smile. "I had on that pink housecoat you bought me last year. You know the one - it's a bit too small for me now." I nodded, picturing it clearly. The soft, rose-colored fabric that clung to her curves, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. The buttons down the front that always seemed on the verge of popping open.

"It was riding up a bit.", Aradhya continued, her voice low and teasing. "I'd been cleaning, so I was a little... disheveled. The top few buttons were undone, showing just a hint of cleavage."

I shifted in my seat, my pants growing uncomfortably tight. "And what did Harpreet say when he saw you like that?"

Aradhya leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. The movement drew my eyes to the smooth expanse of her thighs. "He said he was in the neighborhood and thought he'd stop by for some tea. Said the chaiwalas' brew couldn't compare to mine. And, Ari, you should’ve seen the way he said it. His voice all low and husky, his eyes never leaving my body. He wasn't there for tea, and we both knew it."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "What happened next?"

"I invited him in, of course," Aradhya said, her eyes locked on mine. "It would have been rude not to, right? I led him to the kitchen, very aware of his eyes on me the whole time. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my back, on my ass." She paused, taking a sip of wine. I waited, barely breathing, for her to continue. "In the kitchen, I started to make tea. I could feel Harpreet behind me, so close I could smell his cologne - something cheap and spicy. As I reached for the cups, I felt his hand on my waist." My breath caught in my throat as I listened intently to her every word. "Just lightly at first. His big, rough hand on my waist, his thumb stroking small circles. I turned to face him.", she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. "He was so close, Ari. I had to tilt my head back to look at him. His eyes were so dark, so intense. I felt... small. Delicate. Desired." Aradhya's tongue darted out to wet her lips. "He reached out, so slowly, and touched the top button of my housecoat."

Harpreet: You look hot, madam-ji. Maybe you should cool down bit.

"And then he started unbuttoning my housecoat.", this time Aradhya swallowed, "I stood there, trembling, as his big fingers worked each button. Slowly, so slowly. With each one, I could feel the cool air on more of my skin. I knew I should stop him, but... I didn't want to."

"What were you wearing underneath?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Aradhya's smile was wicked. "That red lingerie set you love so much. The one with the lace trim. I saw Harpreet's eyes widen as he revealed more and more of it."

I closed my eyes for a moment, picturing it. The red satin against her dusky skin, the lace barely concealing her nipples. "Go on…", I urged.

"When he got to the last button, he just stood there for a moment, drinking me in. I felt so exposed. So vulnerable. But also powerful. The way he was looking at me... like he wanted to devour me." She paused for a second to gauge my reaction. “He reached out and pushed the housecoat off my shoulders.", my wife continued, her voice husky with remembered desire. "But it didn't fall completely. Instead, it hung loosely around my arms, exposing my shoulders and most of my back. The front gaped open, revealing my red lingerie."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. "So you were still partially covered?"

Aradhya nodded, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Just barely. The housecoat was like a frame, drawing attention to what it revealed rather than what it concealed. Harpreet's eyes... the way he looked at me. Like he was starving and I was a feast."  Her breath hitched as she spoke. "His hands were so big, so rough. He ran them down my sides, over my hips. The contrast of his calloused palms against the smooth satin of my lingerie... it sent shivers through me."

My breathing was ragged now. "Did he... did he touch your breasts?"

She nodded slowly. "He cupped them through my bra. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I couldn't help the little moan that escaped me. The housecoat slipped further down my arms as I arched into his touch."

"And you?" I asked. "What were you doing?"

Aradhya's eyes met mine, dark with desire. "I was trembling, Ari. My hands were on his chest - God, he's so muscular. I could feel his heart pounding under my palms. The housecoat restricted my movements a bit, but... I didn't want to take it off completely. I felt... naughty, being partially dressed like that." She bit her lip. "I managed to run my hands down his chest, over his abs. He tensed under my touch, and I could see the bulge in his work pants growing. The housecoat kept slipping, and I had to keep shrugging my shoulders to keep it from falling completely. Then....", Aradhya continued, her voice husky. "He leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he went for my neck. His beard was rough against my skin as he kissed and nipped at my pulse point. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. The movement caused the housecoat to slip down one arm, leaving it dangling from the other."

I shifted in my seat, trying to relieve the pressure in my pants. "Did he... did he say anything?"

Aradhya's laugh was low and sultry. "Oh yes. He was murmuring in Punjabi, his breath hot against my skin. I couldn't understand most of it, but the tone... Ari, it was so dirty. So primal. He kept tugging at the housecoat, like he was frustrated that it was still partially covering me."

"What about you?", I asked, my voice strained. "Did you say anything?"

She nodded slowly. "I moaned his name. Just once, but... it was enough. He growled - actually growled, Ari - and suddenly his hands were on my ass, lifting me onto the counter. The housecoat bunched up around my waist, trapped between us. He pushed my legs apart, stepping between them. I could feel the heat of him, even through his clothes. He kissed me then, hard and demanding. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I... I kissed him back, Ari. I kissed him like I was starving for it. My arms were still partially restrained by the housecoat, adding to the feeling of being at his mercy.", my wife’s breath hitched as she continued, her eyes glazing over with remembered pleasure. "Then, when he broke the kiss... he buried his face in my cleavage. His hot breath on my skin made me shiver. He licked a long, slow stripe between my breasts, his tongue rough and wet. I could feel his saliva on my skin, dripping down into my bra." She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing. "He was like a man possessed. Licking, sucking, even biting a little. I could hear these obscene slurping noises as he... as he practically slobbered over my tits. It was so dirty, so primal. I should've been disgusted, but... fuck, it turned me on so much."

I groaned, picturing the scene vividly. Aradhya continued, her voice husky with arousal. "When he finally looked up at me, his beard was wet and glistening. There was this hungry look in his eyes that made me weak in the knees. I'm glad I was sitting on the counter, or I might've collapsed right there."

My head was spinning, a mix of jealousy and arousal making me dizzy. "And... and then what happened?"

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He reached behind me, his fingers fumbling with my bra clasp. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest. The housecoat was barely hanging on at this point, just a whisper of fabric against my skin. And then..." Aradhya paused, biting her lip, her eyes dark with remembered lust. "And then I felt it - that little 'pop' as my bra came undone. Harpreet growled again, Ari. Like some kind of animal. He yanked my bra off so hard I thought he might tear it."

I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. "And then?", I managed to croak out.

"Then he just... stared at my tits for a moment. ", Aradhya continued, her voice husky, " Like he couldn't believe they were real. His hands came up, rough and calloused, and he just... grabbed them. Squeezed them hard. It should've hurt, but fuck, Ari, it felt so good." She closed her eyes, lost in the memory. "He started playing with my nipples. Pinching them, rolling them between his fingers. They got so hard, so sensitive. Every touch sent sparks through me. I could feel how wet I was getting, my panties soaked through." I groaned and my wife’s eyes snapped open, locking onto mine. "You should've seen the way he manhandled my tits. Like they belonged to him. He was rough, so fucking rough. Squeezing, kneading, practically mauling them. His big hands made them look so small, so vulnerable." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on my ear. "And then he started sucking on them. First one, then the other. His mouth was so hot, so wet. He sucked so hard I thought he might leave bruises. His tongue flicked over my nipples, making me squirm and moan like a whore!"

I was breathing heavily now, my hand unconsciously moving to palm my erection through my pants. Aradhya noticed, a wicked smile curving her lips.

"You like hearing this, don't you?" she purred. "Like hearing how another man played with my tits? How he made me moan and writhe? How I spread my legs wider, inviting him to touch me more?" I nodded, beyond words at this point. Aradhya's smile grew even more devious.

[Bansalboy]

Wonderful

[primeOne]

please post large update

[bhola647]

Slow seduction and good conversations between the husband and the wife! Amazing! Good work author. Looking forward to your next update.

[killthecheats]

Ara will next give her well fucked pussy for her husband to eat. Filled with sperms of harpreet multpile times she would have kept it uncleaned for her husband.