Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

"He bit me, you know?", my wife said, her voice low and sultry. "Right here." She pulled down the collar of her tshirt and pointed to the swell of her breast. "Not hard enough to break the skin, but fuck, I felt it. It hurt so good, Ari. Made me cry out. I think I begged him to do it again.", she paused, watching my reaction. "Do you want to know what happened next, Ari? Do you want to hear how he started sliding his hand down my stomach, towards my soaking wet panties?" I nodded frantically, my breath coming in short gasps. But just as Aradhya opened her mouth to continue, she stopped, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"That's when I asked him to stop.", Aradhya said, her tone shifting. "It was all happening so fast, and I... I just couldn't go through with it."

My eyes widened in surprise. "You stopped him? How did he react?"

Aradhya sighed, running a hand through her hair. "He wasn't happy, Ari. Not at all. His face... gosh, he looked so frustrated, so angry. He tried to convince me to keep going."

Harpreet:  Arrey yaar, don't leave Harpreet hanging pleej. We come this far only, why stop now? Chalo na, baby...

I felt a mix of relief and lingering arousal. "But you didn't give in?"

She shook her head firmly. "No, I didn't. I told him I couldn't do it. I didn't tell him it was because things were moving too fast - I didn't want to give him hope for next time. I just... I stood my ground."

"How did he take that?" I asked, leaning forward.

Aradhya's eyes clouded with regret. "Not well. He... he cursed under his breath. Called me a tease in Punjabi, I think. Then he just... deflated. Like all the fight went out of him at once.", she paused. "I started buttoning up my housecoat. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely manage it. Harpreet just stood there, watching me. The look in his eyes.... I've never seen someone look so dejected."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. "What happened then?"

"He didn't say another word.", Aradhya continued, her voice soft. "He just... picked up his toolbox and stormed out. Slammed the door so hard the pictures rattled on the walls."

I shook my head. "You were clear about your boundaries. That's what matters. He'll come back."

Aradhya nodded, but I could see the conflict in her eyes. "I know. But I can't help wondering... what if I hadn't stopped him? What if I'd let things go further? Would I have regretted it? Or would it have been amazing?" As she trailed off, lost in thought, I found myself grappling with my own conflicting emotions. Relief that nothing more had happened, guilt over my arousal at the story, and a strange, unexpected feeling of disappointment. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken desires and what-ifs.

The days after Aradhya's encounter with Harpreet seemed to stretch endlessly. At first, I felt relieved - the tension that had been building in our home dissipated, replaced by a mundane normalcy. But as the week wore on, I began to notice a change in Aradhya. It started subtly. She'd pause a little too long when passing the kitchen counter, her fingers trailing over the spot where Harpreet had lifted her. Her eyes would linger on the toolbox we kept under the sink, a small frown creasing her brow. At night, she'd toss and turn, muttering in her sleep.

On the third day, Aradhya came home from the market, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. "I saw him.", she said, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Harpreet. He was at that tea stall, you know the one."

I nodded, remembering the grimy little shop we'd passed on our way back from the cinema. "Did he see you?"

Aradhya bit her lip, looking away. "Yes. He... he looked right at me, Ari. His eyes were so... intense. Like he was trying to burn a hole right through me."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. "Did he say anything?"

She shook her head. "No. He just... stared. Then he turned away and went back to his tea. But I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away."

The next day, it happened again. And the next. Each time, Aradhya would come home with that same flush on her cheeks, that same brightness in her eyes. She'd describe how Harpreet looked - his beard a little more unkempt, his clothes a little more rumpled. How he'd watch her, his dark eyes following her every move.

"I think he's still angry.", Aradhya confessed on the fifth day, her voice low. "But there's something else there too. Something... hungry."

I found myself hanging on her every word, picturing Harpreet's massive frame hunched over a tiny teacup, his eyes smoldering as he watched my wife walk by. The image should have made me jealous, should have filled me with rage. Instead, I felt a perverse thrill. As the week drew to a close, I could sense Aradhya's growing frustration. She'd snap at small things, then apologize profusely. She'd spend long minutes staring out the window, lost in thought. At night, her hands would wander, touching herself in ways she hadn't before.

"I feel terrible.", she admitted one night, her voice muffled against my chest. "I rejected him, Ari. I had every right to. But I can't stop thinking about him. About what might have happened if I hadn't stopped things."

I stroked her hair, my own thoughts a tangle of conflicting emotions. "It's okay.", I murmured, not sure if I was reassuring her or myself.

The air in our home felt charged, electric with possibility. Every creak of the pipes, every drip of the faucet, seemed to whisper Harpreet's name. And through it all, I watched my wife, saw the way her eyes darkened with desire, the way she'd unconsciously lick her lips when lost in thought. This was more than just a fleeting fantasy now. It was becoming an obsession, a shared secret that bound the three of us together in ways I never could have imagined.

The following Monday, I walked through the door, exhausted from another long day at work, only to be greeted by an unusually chipper Aradhya. Her smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint that immediately piqued my curiosity.

"You're in a good mood," I observed, setting down my briefcase. "Something happen today?"

Aradhya's smile widened, a flush creeping up her neck. "Oh, nothing much. Just... Harpreet was here today."

I froze, my jacket halfway off. "How? Why was he here?"

She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant but failing miserably. "We had a small leak in the kitchen sink. I had to call someone, and well... I took his number from your phone."

I remained silent, stunned by Aradhya's boldness. My mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. I didn't want to alarm her or make her defensive, so I simply sighed, rubbing my temples. "Alright. So, what happened?"

As Aradhya launched into her story, I couldn't help but notice how animated she became, her hands gesticulating wildly as she spoke.

"Well, after you left for work, I decided to wear that new saree I bought last month. You know, the red one with the gold border?"

I nodded, picturing the garment. It was a stunning piece, the rich crimson silk adorned with intricate golden embroidery. But what caught my attention was the way Aradhya described her attire. "I wore it a bit... loose.", she admitted, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The pallu kept slipping off my shoulder, revealing the blouse underneath." My breath caught as I imagined the scene. The saree, dbangd loosely around her curves, the fabric whispering against her skin with every movement. The pallu, that long piece of fabric that normally covered her chest, repeatedly sliding down to expose her shoulder and the top of her arm.

"And the blouse?", I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

Aradhya's eyes glittered. "Oh, Ari. It was that sleeveless one, remember? The low-cut one that shows off my... assets." I swallowed hard, picturing the blouse in question. It was a daring piece, cut low enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage, the lack of sleeves exposing her toned arms and the smooth curve of her shoulders.

"So there I was…", she continued, "all dressed up with nowhere to go. And then the doorbell rang." She paused for a second, building the suspense. "When I opened the door, Harpreet's eyes nearly popped out of his head," she giggled. "He just stood there, staring. I thought I'd have to wave my hand in front of his face to get his attention." I could picture it vividly - Harpreet, towering in the doorway, his dark eyes roving over my wife petite form - the contrast of his rough, work-worn appearance against her silken elegance.

"But then…", Aradhya said, her voice dropping, "he seemed to remember what happened last time. His face just... shut down. He asked what the problem was, all businesslike."

I raised an eyebrow. "And how did you respond to that?"

A sly smile curved Aradhya's lips. "Oh, I played along. I led him to the kitchen, making sure to sway my hips a little extra as I walked." She demonstrated, taking a few steps across our living room. The saree clung to her curves, the fabric rustling softly with each movement. I felt my mouth go dry as I watched her.

"I could feel his eyes on me.", she continued, turning back to face me. "Burning into my back, following the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips. When we got to the kitchen, I bent over to show him the leak under the sink." I swallowed softly, imagining the scene. My wife, bent at the waist, the saree pulling tight across her ass. “I could see the way his hands shook as he opened his toolbox.”, she said, “The way his breath quickened when I leaned close to point out the leak.”

She went on to describe how Harpreet worked, his massive hands deftly manipulating the tools, muscles flexing beneath his shirt. How she'd find excuses to brush against him, to lean over his shoulder and ask questions about what he was doing.

"When he finished…", Aradhya said, "I asked him if he'd like to stay for some chai. I half expected him to refuse, given how our last encounter ended. But to my surprise, he agreed. And well...that's where things got interesting." Aradhya said, her eyes sparkling. "Instead of waiting in the kitchen like he usually does, Harpreet just... walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Like he owned the place."

I blinked in surprise. That didn't sound like the usually deferential Harpreet at all. "How did you react to that?"

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[vishuvanathan]

Harpreet knows that this bitch had fallen for her. He is going to be the man of the house from now. Awesome.

[bhola647]

If Harpreet was reading this, he would’ve called you out as a tease as well! Good work. Looking forward to the next update!

[zulfique]

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[Paul5]

Harpreet knows that this bitch had fallen for her. He is going to be the man of the house from now. Awesome.

Great aradhya is a bitch though arjit and harpreet both are sons of bitch

[Paul5]

Harpreet knows that this bitch had fallen for her. He is going to be the man of the house from now. Awesome.

Great aradhya is a bitch though arjit and harpreet both are sons of bitch

[incest_cuck]

Aradhya's smile turned predatory. "Oh, I saw it for what it was - a challenge. He was still upset about last time, still nursing his wounded pride. So I decided to... up the ante, so to speak." I nudged her to continue. "When I walked into the living room…", she said, her voice low and sultry, "I made sure to move extra slowly. I let the pallu of my saree slip down again, exposing my shoulder and the top of my breast. Harpreet was sitting on the edge of the couch. His eyes... gosh, Ari, if looks could burn. He was trying so hard to act nonchalant, but I could see the way his fingers dug into his knees, the tension in his jaw."

She described how she set the tea tray on the coffee table, making sure to bend low as she did so. How she deliberately fumbled with the cups, giving Harpreet ample opportunity to stare down her blouse. "When I handed him his cup", Aradhya said, her voice barely above a whisper, "our fingers brushed. Just for a moment, but... gosh, Ari, it was like an electric shock. I nearly dropped the cup."

I found myself leaning forward, completely engrossed in her tale. "And then what happened?"

Aradhya's eyes gleamed with mischief as she continued her tale, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, I sat down next to Harpreet, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The silk of my saree whispered against his rough work pants, and I swear I could feel every fiber igniting my skin." She shifted in her seat, mimicking her actions from earlier. The movement caused her saree to slip slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone. I found myself transfixed, imagining Harpreet's reaction.

"I asked how his day was and that he must’ve been exhausted from all the hard work.", Aradhya purred, her voice dripping with honey. She told him:

Aradhya: You know, I've always admired how... capable you are. It must take a lot of strength to handle those heavy tools all day.

As she spoke, she mentioned how she let her hand "accidentally" brush against the brutish low-class plumber’s bicep. She gasped softly, as if surprised by the firm muscles beneath his shirt. In the present, Aradhya's eyes met mine, burning with intensity. "I swear, Ari, I could feel his muscles tense under my touch. It was... intoxicating."

She went on to describe how she continued her subtle seduction, finding every excuse to touch Harpreet. She'd lean in close to whisper a question, her breath hot against his ear. She'd reach across him to adjust a cushion, letting her breast brush against his arm. "At one point", Aradhya said, her voice husky, "I pretended to lose my balance. I grabbed his thigh to steady myself, and oh gosh, Ari... the heat of him, the firmness of his muscles... it took everything I had not to squeeze harder, to run my hand up higher..."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. My wife’s hand on the rugged plumber’s thigh, her saree riding up to reveal a glimpse of her smooth leg. Harpreet, his body rigid with tension, fighting against his obvious desire.

"What did Harpreet do?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya's smile turned wicked. "Oh, he was trying so hard to resist. But I could see the cracks in his armor. His breathing was getting heavier, his eyes darker. Every time I touched him, he'd flinch slightly, like my fingers were burning him." She described how she continued her assault on Harpreet's senses. She'd toss her hair, letting the scent of her shampoo waft towards him. She'd lick her lips slowly, drawing his attention to her mouth.

"I could see his resolve crumbling.", Aradhya said, her voice thick with desire. "His hands were clenched into fists on his knees, his knuckles white with the effort of restraining himself." The tension in her story was building, and I found myself on the edge of my seat, both dreading and eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

"Finally…", Aradhya continued, "I decided to make my move. I stood up, pretending to straighten my saree. As I did, I let the pallu slip completely off my shoulder, exposing the full length of my arm and the side of my breast.", she demonstrated, the silk of her saree sliding sensually against her skin. I felt my mouth go dry at the sight. "Harpreet's eyes... they were like burning coals. He couldn't look away. I turned to him, letting him get a full view of my body. 'Harpreet,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper, 'is everything alright? You seem... tense.'" Aradhya's eyes met mine, dark with desire as she relived the moment. "And that's when he snapped!"

She described how Harpreet surged to his feet, his massive frame looming over her. How his hands shot out, gripping her waist, pulling her flush against his body. "I could feel every hard line of him.", Aradhya gasped, her breath coming faster now. "His chest, his abs, his... everything. He was like a furnace, Ari, radiating heat and raw masculinity."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. Aradhya, dwarfed by Harpreet's bulk, her saree in disarray. Harpreet, his control finally shattered, holding her like he never intended to let go. "What happened next?" I prompted, my voice hoarse with a mix of arousal and jealousy.

Aradhya's smile was pure sin. "He kissed me, Ari. And… it was... explosive!" She described the kiss in vivid detail - how Harpreet's lips crashed against hers, demanding and hungry. How his beard scratched deliciously against her skin. How his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of chai and something uniquely male. "I melted into him.", she confessed, her eyes half-closed as if reliving the moment. "My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer. I could feel his groan vibrating through his chest."

She went on to describe how they stumbled back onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and desperation. How the plumber’s huge hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, trailing fire up her sides. "I straddled his lap.", my wife said, her voice breathy. "The rough fabric of his work pants scbangd against my inner thighs as my saree rode up. I could feel him, Ari... all of him. He was so hard, so big..."

I felt a jolt of arousal mixed with a twinge of jealousy at her words. The vivid imagery she was painting was almost too much to bear. "What did you do then?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya's eyes met mine, burning with an intensity I'd rarely seen before. "I ground down against him, Ari. I wanted to feel every inch of him. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my blouse. I swear I could feel the heat of his palms burning through the silk." She described how they kissed frantically, all teeth and tongue and desperation. How Harpreet's mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a path of fire in its wake. How she arched into him, offering more of herself. "He found the hem of my blouse.", Aradhya gasped, her breath coming in short pants now. "His fingers skimmed along my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I wanted... god, Ari, I wanted him to touch me everywhere. To claim me, to mark me as his."

"And then?", I prompted, both dreading and eagerly anticipating her answer.

My wife’s smile was wicked, her eyes dark with remembered passion. "And then…", she continued, “I separated from him for a second. And when I did, I could feel his eyes burning into me, his gaze heavy with desire. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. With trembling fingers, I reached for the edge of my pallu." She demonstrated, her hand hovering over the dbangd fabric of her saree. "I held his gaze as I slowly, so slowly, pulled the pallu away. The silk whispered against my skin as it fell, pooling at my waist. Harpreet's eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of my blouse-covered breasts."

Aradhya described how she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward. The thin fabric of her blouse clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. "For what felt like an eternity, Harpreet just... stared. His eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin, lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my collarbone. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze, Ari. It was like he was touching me with his eyes alone." She shivered, lost in the memory. "And then... then he snapped again!", her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "His hands shot out, gripping the edges of my blouse. I barely had time to gasp before he tore it open. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging off the walls. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air." She described the look on Harpreet's face - raw, animalistic hunger. How his eyes devoured the sight of her bra, the lace barely containing her heaving breasts. "For a moment, he just looked. His chest was heaving, his nostrils flared. I could smell him - sweat and metal and pure, musky male. It was intoxicating." Aradhya's breath quickened as she continued. "Then he lunged forward. His mouth found my cleavage, hot and wet and hungry. His beard scbangd against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine."

She went on, describing in vivid detail how that low-class plumber’s dirty, rough tongue traced the curve of her breasts, how he nipped and sucked at the soft flesh spilling over her bra cups. "His hands came up to cup my breasts.", Aradhya gasped. "They were so big, so rough. I could feel the calluses on his palms scbanging against my skin as he kneaded and squeezed." She described how she arched into his touch, her hands tangling in his thick hair. How she could feel his groan vibrating against her chest as she tugged at his locks. "Harpreet's mouth was everywhere, Ari. Licking, sucking, biting. He left a trail of fire across my skin, marking me, claiming me. I could feel the wetness of his tongue, the scratch of his beard, the heat of his breath." Aradhya's eyes were half-closed now, lost in the memory. "He found a particularly sensitive spot at the top of my breast. When he sucked hard, I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. I swear I saw stars. His rough hands slid around to my back, his calloused fingers fumbling with my bra clasp. I could feel his desperation in the way he trembled, in the ragged breaths against my skin. I arched my back, pressing my chest more firmly against his face, reveling in the scratch of his beard and the heat of his mouth.", she paused, biting her lip. "I reached back to help him, my fingers brushing against his. The clasp finally gave way, and for a moment, we both froze. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart."

Aradhya's voice once again dropped to a whisper. "Slowly, so slowly, I let the straps slide down my arms. The cool air kissed my skin as my bra fell away. Harpreet pulled back, his eyes fixed on my chest. I felt so exposed, Ari. So vulnerable. It had been so long since anyone but you had seen me like this." She painted the scene in deliciously dirty detail - how her dark brown nipples pebbled hard under Harpreet's hungry eyes, how her dusky skin broke out in goosebumps. "Harpreet's eyes... god, Ari, they were like burning coals. He looked at me like a starving man eyeing a feast. His gaze roamed over every inch of my bare breasts, taking in the soft curves, the deep brown peaks. I could almost feel the weight of his stare, heavy and hot on my skin." Aradhya's breath hitched. "My face was on fire, part embarrassed, part horny as hell. One second I wanted to cover up, hide from how bad he wanted me. The next... fuck, I wanted to show off."  She described how she thrust her chest out, running her hands up to cup her boobies, offering them up like ripe fruit.

"The look on his face, Ari... a starving wolf eyeing a juicy steak. His eyes were black with lust. I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. His hands kept clenching and unclenching, like he was fighting not to grab my tits right then and there." Aradhya's voice dripped with remembered desire. "I felt powerful in that moment, Ari. Beautiful. Desirable. My dark skin next to his lighter hands... it was intoxicating. The way Harpreet looked at me... like I was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever seen. Like he wanted to devour every inch of me." She described how Harpreet's eyes flickered between her face and her breasts, how his breathing grew heavier, how a low growl rumbled in his chest.

My sweet wife’s voice was trembling now. "And then he dove back in, his mouth finding my nipple. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue against my sensitive flesh... god, Ari. I thought I might combust on the spot." She described how Harpreet lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucking. How his beard left her skin lightly bruised and sensitive. How his hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, trailing fire up her sides. "I was lost in sensation.", she breathed. "The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his hands, the solid warmth of his body against mine. I wanted more, Ari. I wanted all of him!"

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Aradhya's smile turned predatory. "Oh, I saw it for what it was - a challenge. He was still upset about last time, still nursing his wounded pride. So I decided to... up the ante, so to speak." I nudged her to continue. "When I walked into the living room…", she said, her voice low and sultry, "I made sure to move extra slowly. I let the pallu of my saree slip down again, exposing my shoulder and the top of my breast. Harpreet was sitting on the edge of the couch. His eyes... gosh, Ari, if looks could burn. He was trying so hard to act nonchalant, but I could see the way his fingers dug into his knees, the tension in his jaw."

She described how she set the tea tray on the coffee table, making sure to bend low as she did so. How she deliberately fumbled with the cups, giving Harpreet ample opportunity to stare down her blouse. "When I handed him his cup", Aradhya said, her voice barely above a whisper, "our fingers brushed. Just for a moment, but... gosh, Ari, it was like an electric shock. I nearly dropped the cup."

I found myself leaning forward, completely engrossed in her tale. "And then what happened?"

Aradhya's eyes gleamed with mischief as she continued her tale, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, I sat down next to Harpreet, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The silk of my saree whispered against his rough work pants, and I swear I could feel every fiber igniting my skin." She shifted in her seat, mimicking her actions from earlier. The movement caused her saree to slip slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone. I found myself transfixed, imagining Harpreet's reaction.

"I asked how his day was and that he must’ve been exhausted from all the hard work.", Aradhya purred, her voice dripping with honey. She told him:

Aradhya: You know, I've always admired how... capable you are. It must take a lot of strength to handle those heavy tools all day.

As she spoke, she mentioned how she let her hand "accidentally" brush against the brutish low-class plumber’s bicep. She gasped softly, as if surprised by the firm muscles beneath his shirt. In the present, Aradhya's eyes met mine, burning with intensity. "I swear, Ari, I could feel his muscles tense under my touch. It was... intoxicating."

She went on to describe how she continued her subtle seduction, finding every excuse to touch Harpreet. She'd lean in close to whisper a question, her breath hot against his ear. She'd reach across him to adjust a cushion, letting her breast brush against his arm. "At one point", Aradhya said, her voice husky, "I pretended to lose my balance. I grabbed his thigh to steady myself, and oh gosh, Ari... the heat of him, the firmness of his muscles... it took everything I had not to squeeze harder, to run my hand up higher..."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. My wife’s hand on the rugged plumber’s thigh, her saree riding up to reveal a glimpse of her smooth leg. Harpreet, his body rigid with tension, fighting against his obvious desire.

"What did Harpreet do?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya's smile turned wicked. "Oh, he was trying so hard to resist. But I could see the cracks in his armor. His breathing was getting heavier, his eyes darker. Every time I touched him, he'd flinch slightly, like my fingers were burning him." She described how she continued her assault on Harpreet's senses. She'd toss her hair, letting the scent of her shampoo waft towards him. She'd lick her lips slowly, drawing his attention to her mouth.

"I could see his resolve crumbling.", Aradhya said, her voice thick with desire. "His hands were clenched into fists on his knees, his knuckles white with the effort of restraining himself." The tension in her story was building, and I found myself on the edge of my seat, both dreading and eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

"Finally…", Aradhya continued, "I decided to make my move. I stood up, pretending to straighten my saree. As I did, I let the pallu slip completely off my shoulder, exposing the full length of my arm and the side of my breast.", she demonstrated, the silk of her saree sliding sensually against her skin. I felt my mouth go dry at the sight. "Harpreet's eyes... they were like burning coals. He couldn't look away. I turned to him, letting him get a full view of my body. 'Harpreet,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper, 'is everything alright? You seem... tense.'" Aradhya's eyes met mine, dark with desire as she relived the moment. "And that's when he snapped!"

She described how Harpreet surged to his feet, his massive frame looming over her. How his hands shot out, gripping her waist, pulling her flush against his body. "I could feel every hard line of him.", Aradhya gasped, her breath coming faster now. "His chest, his abs, his... everything. He was like a furnace, Ari, radiating heat and raw masculinity."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. Aradhya, dwarfed by Harpreet's bulk, her saree in disarray. Harpreet, his control finally shattered, holding her like he never intended to let go. "What happened next?" I prompted, my voice hoarse with a mix of arousal and jealousy.

Aradhya's smile was pure sin. "He kissed me, Ari. And… it was... explosive!" She described the kiss in vivid detail - how Harpreet's lips crashed against hers, demanding and hungry. How his beard scratched deliciously against her skin. How his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of chai and something uniquely male. "I melted into him.", she confessed, her eyes half-closed as if reliving the moment. "My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer. I could feel his groan vibrating through his chest."

She went on to describe how they stumbled back onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and desperation. How the plumber’s huge hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, trailing fire up her sides. "I straddled his lap.", my wife said, her voice breathy. "The rough fabric of his work pants scbangd against my inner thighs as my saree rode up. I could feel him, Ari... all of him. He was so hard, so big..."

I felt a jolt of arousal mixed with a twinge of jealousy at her words. The vivid imagery she was painting was almost too much to bear. "What did you do then?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya's eyes met mine, burning with an intensity I'd rarely seen before. "I ground down against him, Ari. I wanted to feel every inch of him. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my blouse. I swear I could feel the heat of his palms burning through the silk." She described how they kissed frantically, all teeth and tongue and desperation. How Harpreet's mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a path of fire in its wake. How she arched into him, offering more of herself. "He found the hem of my blouse.", Aradhya gasped, her breath coming in short pants now. "His fingers skimmed along my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I wanted... god, Ari, I wanted him to touch me everywhere. To claim me, to mark me as his."

"And then?", I prompted, both dreading and eagerly anticipating her answer.

My wife’s smile was wicked, her eyes dark with remembered passion. "And then…", she continued, “I separated from him for a second. And when I did, I could feel his eyes burning into me, his gaze heavy with desire. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. With trembling fingers, I reached for the edge of my pallu." She demonstrated, her hand hovering over the dbangd fabric of her saree. "I held his gaze as I slowly, so slowly, pulled the pallu away. The silk whispered against my skin as it fell, pooling at my waist. Harpreet's eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of my blouse-covered breasts."

Aradhya described how she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward. The thin fabric of her blouse clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. "For what felt like an eternity, Harpreet just... stared. His eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin, lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my collarbone. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze, Ari. It was like he was touching me with his eyes alone." She shivered, lost in the memory. "And then... then he snapped again!", her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "His hands shot out, gripping the edges of my blouse. I barely had time to gasp before he tore it open. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging off the walls. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air." She described the look on Harpreet's face - raw, animalistic hunger. How his eyes devoured the sight of her bra, the lace barely containing her heaving breasts. "For a moment, he just looked. His chest was heaving, his nostrils flared. I could smell him - sweat and metal and pure, musky male. It was intoxicating." Aradhya's breath quickened as she continued. "Then he lunged forward. His mouth found my cleavage, hot and wet and hungry. His beard scbangd against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine."

She went on, describing in vivid detail how that low-class plumber’s dirty, rough tongue traced the curve of her breasts, how he nipped and sucked at the soft flesh spilling over her bra cups. "His hands came up to cup my breasts.", Aradhya gasped. "They were so big, so rough. I could feel the calluses on his palms scbanging against my skin as he kneaded and squeezed." She described how she arched into his touch, her hands tangling in his thick hair. How she could feel his groan vibrating against her chest as she tugged at his locks. "Harpreet's mouth was everywhere, Ari. Licking, sucking, biting. He left a trail of fire across my skin, marking me, claiming me. I could feel the wetness of his tongue, the scratch of his beard, the heat of his breath." Aradhya's eyes were half-closed now, lost in the memory. "He found a particularly sensitive spot at the top of my breast. When he sucked hard, I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. I swear I saw stars. His rough hands slid around to my back, his calloused fingers fumbling with my bra clasp. I could feel his desperation in the way he trembled, in the ragged breaths against my skin. I arched my back, pressing my chest more firmly against his face, reveling in the scratch of his beard and the heat of his mouth.", she paused, biting her lip. "I reached back to help him, my fingers brushing against his. The clasp finally gave way, and for a moment, we both froze. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart."

Aradhya's voice once again dropped to a whisper. "Slowly, so slowly, I let the straps slide down my arms. The cool air kissed my skin as my bra fell away. Harpreet pulled back, his eyes fixed on my chest. I felt so exposed, Ari. So vulnerable. It had been so long since anyone but you had seen me like this." She painted the scene in deliciously dirty detail - how her dark brown nipples pebbled hard under Harpreet's hungry eyes, how her dusky skin broke out in goosebumps. "Harpreet's eyes... god, Ari, they were like burning coals. He looked at me like a starving man eyeing a feast. His gaze roamed over every inch of my bare breasts, taking in the soft curves, the deep brown peaks. I could almost feel the weight of his stare, heavy and hot on my skin." Aradhya's breath hitched. "My face was on fire, part embarrassed, part horny as hell. One second I wanted to cover up, hide from how bad he wanted me. The next... fuck, I wanted to show off."  She described how she thrust her chest out, running her hands up to cup her boobies, offering them up like ripe fruit.

"The look on his face, Ari... a starving wolf eyeing a juicy steak. His eyes were black with lust. I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. His hands kept clenching and unclenching, like he was fighting not to grab my tits right then and there." Aradhya's voice dripped with remembered desire. "I felt powerful in that moment, Ari. Beautiful. Desirable. My dark skin next to his lighter hands... it was intoxicating. The way Harpreet looked at me... like I was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever seen. Like he wanted to devour every inch of me." She described how Harpreet's eyes flickered between her face and her breasts, how his breathing grew heavier, how a low growl rumbled in his chest.

My sweet wife’s voice was trembling now. "And then he dove back in, his mouth finding my nipple. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue against my sensitive flesh... god, Ari. I thought I might combust on the spot." She described how Harpreet lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucking. How his beard left her skin lightly bruised and sensitive. How his hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, trailing fire up her sides. "I was lost in sensation.", she breathed. "The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his hands, the solid warmth of his body against mine. I wanted more, Ari. I wanted all of him!"

That was one great update! Keep the fire going, dont break the momentum. At times, the over narration keeps the story a little draggy. But kudos to your daily efforts in updating. Absolutely love it!! Please expand the scope on how Aradhya humiliates her husband..

[incest_cuck]

Thank you all for your responses and encouragement. Here are some more images to help with your imagination:

Aradhya - The heroine of the story:




Arijit - The husband of Aradhya and the main narrator:





Harpreet - The low class Punjabi plumber:

[santhu304]

Superb bro pls continue

[shrujay123]

Old house owner is better for her not that hansome plumber

[incest_cuck]

Aradhya's eyes locked with mine, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she continued her story, her voice low and husky. "Gosh, Ari, the way he touched me... His hands were so fucking big, so rough. When they were squeezing my tits, I thought I might cum right then and there." She described how Harpreet's calloused palms cupped her breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. How his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

"I couldn't help myself.", Aradhya breathed. "I started moving against him, grinding my hips. The lower part of my saree was still clinging to me, the silk sliding against my skin with every movement. But fuck, I needed more." She went on, describing how she straddled one of Harpreet's thick, muscular thighs. How she rocked against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "And then I felt it, Ari…", her voice dropped to a whisper. "His cock. Even through his work pants, I could feel how fucking huge it was. Thick and hard, pressing against my thigh. Oh my gosh, it felt like a goddamn baseball bat." My breath caught in my throat as Aradhya described the size of Harpreet's erection. I'd always thought I was well-endowed with my near 6-inch cock, but the way she talked about the plumber's cock made me feel inadequate in comparison.

"I needed to feel it better.", my sweet and sexy wife continued, her eyes glazing over with lust at the memory. "I needed more skin, more contact. So, I did something crazy. Something I never thought I'd do." She paused, building the tension. "I stopped everything. Pulled back from Harpreet. You should've seen the look on his face - like a kid who'd just had his candy taken away. But then... then I reached for the waist of my saree." She described how she slowly, teasingly unwrapped the remaining fabric of her saree. How Harpreet's eyes followed every movement, his chest heaving with anticipation. "When the last of the silk fell away, leaving me in nothing but my panties... fuck, Ari. The noise Harpreet made. It wasn't human. It was this deep, guttural growl that made my whole body shiver." She went on, painting a vivid picture of how she straddled Harpreet again. How she ground down against his massive erection, feeling every thick inch through the thin fabric of his work pants and her soaked panties.

"We went at it like fucking animals, Ari.", Aradhya gasped. "His mouth found mine, and we were once again locked in another kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, hungry and demanding. I could taste the chai on his breath, smell the sweat and musk on his skin. It was intoxicating." She described how Harpreet's hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, trailing up her sides, roughly palming her breasts. "His hands were everywhere, Ari. Touching, grabbing, pinching. And fuck, it hurt a little, but in the best way possible. Every squeeze, every pinch just made me wetter, made me grind harder against him."

I was shocked to hear this. In all our years together, Aradhya had never shown any interest in mixing pain with pleasure. It was a side of her I'd never seen before, and it both aroused and unsettled me. "When he twisted my nipple…", she continued, her breath coming in short gasps, "I moaned so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear. The pain shot through me like lightning, but fuck, it felt so good. I wanted more. Needed more." Aradhya's eyes glinted with a mix of lust and mischief as she continued her tale. "Just when I thought things couldn't get hotter, Harpreet suddenly pulled back. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine as he gripped the hem of his shirt." She described how Harpreet peeled off his sweat-soaked work shirt, revealing his body inch by tantalizing inch. "Fuck, Ari!", Aradhya breathed, her voice thick with remembered desire. "His chest... it was like something out of a goddamn romance novel. All broad and muscular, covered in a mat of dark, curly hair. His pecs were so defined I could see each ripple as he moved." She went on, painting a vivid picture of Harpreet's physique - the hard planes of his abs, the V of his hips disappearing into his work pants, the bulging biceps that flexed with every movement.

"I couldn't help myself.", she admitted, a flush creeping up her cheeks. "I had to touch him. My hands were all over him, feeling every ridge, every dip, every hard muscle. His skin was so hot under my palms, slick with a sheen of sweat."  She described how she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, how she traced the lines of his abs, how she gripped his bulging biceps.

"And his nipples…", Aradhya added, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "They were so sensitive. When I brushed my thumbs over them, Harpreet let out this deep, guttural groan that made me weak in the knees. So I did it again. And again. I loved the way he reacted, the way his whole body tensed and shuddered under my touch." She went on, describing how she leaned in, replacing her fingers with her mouth. How she licked and sucked at Harpreet's nipples, reveling in the salty taste of his skin and the way he gasped and groaned. "I was like a woman possessed, Ari.", Aradhya breathed. "I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to touch every inch of him, to taste every part of his body. And Harpreet... fuck, he was just as hungry for me."

She went on, describing how she arched into Harpreet's touch, silently begging for more of that exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. How she raked her nails down his back, leaving angry red trails in their wake. "I could feel how wet I was getting.", she breathed. "My panties were soaked through, clinging to me. Every time I ground down on Harpreet's cock, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge." She described the delicious friction, how the rough fabric of Harpreet's work pants rubbed against her clit through her thin panties. How each movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. "And Harpreet, fuck... his hands were so strong, so demanding. He gripped my hips, guiding my movements, making me grind harder, faster against him. I could feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of my panties, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise." Aradhya's voice was thick with desire as she continued. "We kissed again and when we broke away, he started trailing his mouth down my neck. When he reached that spot where my neck meets my shoulder, he bit down. Hard. The pain was sharp, intense, but fuck, Ari... it just turned me on more."

She described how she threw her head back, giving Harpreet better access to her neck. How he alternated between sucking and biting, leaving a trail of marks that she'd have to hide later. "His beard scbangd against my skin, leaving it red and sensitive. Every brush of his stubble sent shivers down my spine. And his hands, god... they were everywhere. Squeezing my ass, kneading my tits, pinching my nipples. It was like he couldn't get enough of me." Aradhya's breath was coming in short gasps now, her eyes half-closed as she lost herself in the memory. "I was so close, Ari. So fucking close. The feel of his massive cock grinding against me, his mouth on my neck, his hands on my body... it was overwhelming."

"And then…", Aradhya breathed, "then Harpreet did something that pushed me over the edge. He slid one hand between us, pressing his fingers against my clit through my soaked panties. The pressure, the friction... fuck, Ari. I came so hard I saw stars." She went on, describing her orgasm in vivid detail. How her body tensed, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed over her. How she cried out, not caring who might hear. How she clung to Harpreet, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out her climax.

"When I finally came down from that high", my wife said, her eyes glazed with remembered pleasure, "I realized something. Harpreet was still hard. His massive cock was straining against his work pants, practically begging to be freed." She paused, biting her lip as she met my gaze. "I felt like I owed him one, you know? After all the pleasure he'd given me... I couldn't just leave him hanging." Aradhya described how she slid off Harpreet's lap, her legs still shaky from her multiple orgasms. How she knelt between his spread thighs, her hands resting on his muscular legs.

"I looked up at him," she continued, her voice husky. "Fuck, Ari... the way he was looking at me. Like I was a goddamn feast and he was starving. It made me feel so powerful, so fucking sexy." She went on, detailing how she slowly, teasingly, ran her hands up Harpreet's thighs. How she traced the outline of his cock through his pants, reveling in the way it twitched under her touch. "I took my sweet time with his belt.", she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Dragged it out, making him wait. By the time I finally got it undone, Harpreet was practically growling with impatience." She described the torturously slow process of unzipping his fly, how she could feel the heat radiating from his crotch, how the musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils.

At this point, I couldn't contain myself any longer. "Did you... did you go all the way with him?" I asked, my voice tight with a mix of jealousy and arousal.

Aradhya's eyes widened, and she reached out to playfully slap my arm. "Ari?! No, of course not. That would be taking it too far. But..." she trailed off, her gaze turning mischievous. "I did give him a helping hand, so to speak." She turned back to her tale, describing how she finally freed Harpreet's cock from the confines of his pants and boxers. "Gosh….", Aradhya breathed. "His dick was even more impressive than I'd imagined. Thick as my wrist, long enough that I knew it would hit all the right spots. And the head... fuck, it was already glistening with pre-cum, looking all purple and swollen." She went into vivid detail about Harpreet's cock - the prominent veins running along its length, the way it curved slightly to the left, the nest of dark, curly hair at its base. "I couldn't help myself.", Aradhya admitted. "I had to touch it. When I wrapped my hand around it, I could barely get my fingers to meet. And fuck, it was so hot, so hard. I could feel it pulsing in my grip."

She described how she started stroking him, slowly at first. How she experimented with different grips and speeds, paying attention to Harpreet's reactions. "He'd groan things like, 'Haan, aise hi... just like that, kuḍiye,'", Aradhya said, attempting to mimic Harpreet's accent. "The way he called me 'kuḍiye' in that husky voice... fuck, it sent shivers down my spine."

"Every time I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, he'd let out this deep, guttural groan. He'd moan, 'Oh fuck... teri bhen di! That feels soooo good,'" Aradhya breathed. "I didn't know what 'teri bhen di' meant, but the way he said it... I knew it was dirty, and it turned me on even more." Aradhya said, her voice thick with arousal. "And when I used my thumb to spread his pre-cum around the head... fuck, Ari. The noises he made. It was like music to my ears." She went on, detailing how she gradually increased her pace. How she used her free hand to cup and massage his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. "I was mesmerized.", Aradhya breathed. "Watching my hand slide up and down his shaft, seeing how his foreskin moved with each stroke. The way his abs would clench every time I hit a particularly sensitive spot. It was fucking intoxicating." She described how Harpreet's breathing grew heavier, how his hips started to thrust up to meet her strokes. How his hands gripped the edges of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white.

"I could tell he was getting close," Aradhya continued. "His cock was getting even harder in my hand, the veins more pronounced. His balls were drawing up tight against his body. And fuck... the sounds he was making. These deep, animalistic grunts and groans. It was driving me wild." She went on, describing how she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over the head of Harpreet's cock. How she licked her lips, considering taking him into her mouth. "But I didn't.", Aradhya assured me quickly. "As much as I wanted to taste him, to feel him stretching my lips... I knew that would be crossing a line. So I just kept stroking him, faster and faster."

"He'd pant things like, 'Faster... tezz, tezz! Oh fuck... I'm gonna... main aane wala haan!'" she said. "I figured out that 'tezz' meant faster, and 'main aane wala haan' meant he was about to cum. The mix of languages, the desperation in his voice... it was intoxicating." She went on, describing how Harpreet's encouragements reached a fever pitch as he approached his orgasm.

"And then…", Aradhya breathed, "then it happened. Harpreet let out this roar: 'Oh fuck... Jatta aa gaya! I'm cumming, kuḍiye!'.... he sounded like a fucking lion or tiger. His whole body went rigid, his cock swelling even more in my hand. And then he came." She described Harpreet's orgasm in exquisite detail - how his cock pulsed in her grip, how thick ropes of cum erupted from the tip. How it seemed to go on forever, spurt after spurt coating her hand and splattering onto his stomach and chest.

"It was like a fucking geyser, Ari.", my wife said, her eyes wide. "I've never seen a guy cum so much. By the time he was done, my hand was drenched, and there were puddles of cum all over his abs and chest. Some of it even reached his neck." She went on, describing how she continued to stroke him gently through the aftershocks. How Harpreet's body shuddered with each touch to his oversensitive cock. How he finally had to grab her wrist to stop her when it became too much. "We just sat there for a moment, both of us panting.", Aradhya said. "I was still kneeling between his legs, my hand covered in his cum. Harpreet was slumped in the couch, looking thoroughly fucked out. And honestly... I've never felt so satisfied, so fucking powerful!" She described how she finally stood up on shaky legs, how she grabbed a nearby towel to clean herself and Harpreet off. How they shared a look of mutual satisfaction and silent understanding.

"And that was it," Aradhya concluded. "We got dressed, Harpreet finished fixing the sink, and he left. But fuck, Ari... I'll never forget that afternoon. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me... it made me feel alive in a way I haven't felt in a while." As Aradhya's tale came to an end, I found myself in a whirlwind of emotions. Jealousy, arousal, shock, and a strange sort of pride all warred within me. I couldn't believe what my wife had done, how far she'd gone with the plumber. But at the same time, I couldn't deny how incredibly turned on I was by her story.

"So…", Aradhya said, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of apprehension and defiance. "That's what happened. What do you think, Ari? Are you mad at me?"

I took a deep breath, trying to sort through my tangled emotions. On one hand, I was jealous as hell. The thought of her taking things so far with another man, making her feel things I apparently never had... it stung. But on the other hand, seeing Aradhya so alive, so passionate... it awakened something in me. "Honestly? Fuck, Aradhya! That was the hottest thing I've ever heard."

A slow smile spread across Aradhya's face, relief and mischief dancing in her eyes. "Really?", she asked, leaning in closer. "You're not mad?"

I shook my head, still trying to process everything. "I'm not mad.", I said. "I'm... fuck, I don't know what I am. But I know one thing for sure."

"What's that?" Aradhya asked, her hand sliding up my thigh.

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. "I know that right now, I want you more than I ever have in my life."

Aradhya's eyes darkened with desire as she straddled my lap, mirroring her position with Harpreet from her story. "Well then…", she purred, grinding down against my rapidly hardening cock. "Why don't you show me just how much you want me?" As I pulled her in for a fierce, hungry kiss, I knew that our sex life would never be the same again. And honestly? I couldn't fucking wait to see what other surprises my wife had in store for me.

[Rocky Rakesh]

Excellent update

[NovelNavel]

the way ara humiliates ari is interesting.

[incest_cuck]

As I sat at my desk, my mind drifted back to the events of the past few weeks. The changes in Aradhya had been subtle at first, but now they were unmistakable. It had all started with that first encounter with Harpreet, our brutish plumber, but things had escalated rapidly since then. Each day, I'd leave for work with a cocktail of emotions churning in my gut. Anticipation, anxiety, jealousy, and an overwhelming sense of arousal that I couldn't shake. I knew that as soon as I walked out the door, Aradhya would be inviting Harpreet over. The thought of my wife and that burly, low-class Punjabi man together in our home... it should have infuriated me. Instead, it lit a fire in my belly that burned hotter with each passing day. I found myself constantly checking my watch, counting down the hours until I could return home. The anticipation was exquisite torture, knowing that my wife would be waiting for me with new tales of her encounters with Harpreet.

As the days passed, the changes in Aradhya became more pronounced. There was a new confidence in her stride, a mischievous glint in her eye that hadn't been there before. She seemed more alive, more vibrant than I'd seen her in months. It was intoxicating to witness, even as it stoked the flames of my jealousy. Each evening, as soon as I walked through the door, my wife would pounce on me. She'd drag me to the bedroom, her eyes dark with desire, and recount her day's activities with Harpreet in vivid, tantalizing detail. I learned that their encounters had become increasingly bold. My wife no longer bothered with the pretense of modesty. She described how she'd greet Harpreet at the door wearing nothing but a flimsy robe, which she'd let fall to the floor as soon as he stepped inside. She painted a picture of their encounters that left me breathless with a mix of jealousy and arousal. She told me how she'd straddle Harpreet on our couch, wearing nothing but her panties. How she'd grind against his massive erection, the thin fabric of her underwear the only barrier between them. She described the feeling of Harpreet's rough, calloused hands roaming her naked body, cupping her bare breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped with pleasure. The way his beard would scratch against her skin as he kissed and nipped at her neck, leaving marks that she'd have to cover up later.

Aradhya didn't shy away from the dirty details. She told me how wet she'd get during these encounters, how her panties would be soaked through by the time Harpreet left. But what struck me most was how Aradhya emphasized that they never crossed that final line. Despite being nearly naked, despite the grinding and the touching, she assured me that she never let Harpreet actually fuck her. It was a boundary she maintained, even as all others fell away. She told me about the times Harpreet would try to slip her panties aside, how she'd gently but firmly guide his hand away. She mentioned his pleas to let him inside her, how she'd silence him with a deep, passionate kiss instead. One story, in particular, stood out. Aradhya described how Harpreet had begged to cum on her tits. To my shock and arousal, she admitted that she'd allowed it. She painted a vivid picture of how she'd pushed her breasts together, offering them to him. How Harpreet had stroked himself to completion, his thick cum splattering across her chest and neck. The way she described the warmth of his seed on her skin, the musky scent filling the air... it was almost too much to bear. She described how her moans of pleasure grew louder with each encounter, how she'd have to bite her lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. She joked about being afraid the neighbors would hear, but I could tell part of her relished the risk.

Our sex life had never been more intense. Each night, after Aradhya finished recounting her day's activities, we'd fuck like animals. For as long as I could last, I'd pound into her with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed, driven by a mix of jealousy, arousal, and the need to reclaim my wife. Aradhya would cum harder than ever before, her cries of pleasure echoing through our bedroom. As I sat at my desk, lost in these thoughts, I realized how profoundly this situation had changed me. I was no longer the same man who'd left for work that first morning after my wife’s initial encounter with Harpreet. I was someone new, someone who found an unexpected thrill in his wife's illicit encounters. I checked my watch again, noting that it was almost time to head home. My heart raced with anticipation, wondering what new tale she would have for me today. Would she have allowed that lowly plumber to go further? Would she have maintained her last remaining boundary?

As I packed up my things and prepared to leave the office, I found myself hoping that Aradhya had indeed pushed the envelope a little further today. The thought both terrified and excited me. I realized, with a mix of shame and arousal, that part of me wanted her to cross that final line. To let Harpreet fuck her. To come home to me freshly fucked, Harpreet's cum still leaking from her pussy. The intensity of my own desires shocked me. When had I become this person? This man who eagerly awaited stories of his wife's infidelity? Who got off on the thought of another man pleasuring her? As I drove home, my mind raced with possibilities. What would Aradhya tell me tonight? How far had she gone? How far did I want her to go? The questions swirled in my mind, stoking the fire of my arousal. I pulled into our driveway, my hands shaking slightly as I turned off the engine. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and walked to our front door. As I inserted my key into the lock, I paused for a moment, steeling myself for whatever awaited me inside.

With a turn of the key and a push of the door, I stepped into our home, calling out, "Aradhya? I'm home."

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the bedroom and my beloved wife appeared. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes bright with a strange mix of tension and excitement. She wore only a thin robe, hastily tied at the waist.

"Ari…", she breathed, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You're not going to believe what happened today."

I felt my heart rate quicken. Whatever she was about to tell me, I knew it would push me further into this whirlwind of lust and jealousy that had become our new normal. I closed the front door behind me, locking it with a soft click. As I turned to face Aradhya, now standing a few steps in front of me, I realized that our life would never be the same again. And despite the conflicting emotions warring within me, I found that I didn't want it to be.

"Tell me everything!", I said, my voice husky with anticipation.

Aradhya's smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eye. She took my hand, leading me towards the bedroom. "Oh, Ari," she purred, "you're in for quite a story tonight."

As I followed Aradhya to the bedroom, my mind raced with possibilities. What lines had been crossed today? What new boundaries had been pushed? The anticipation was almost unbearable. I was certain she was going to regale me with another tale of her encounters with Harpreet the plumber. But as we sat down on the edge of the bed, Aradhya's expression shifted from mischievous to concerned.

"Ari", she began, her voice tinged with anxiety, "something happened today, but it wasn't with Harpreet."

My heart rate spiked. "What do you mean? What happened?"

Aradhya took a deep breath. "Mr. Banerjee came by today. The landlord. He said...", she paused, biting her lip. "He said he'd received complaints from the neighbors about odd sounds coming from our apartment, particularly when you're at work."

A cold dread washed over me. The one thing we'd both been fearing had finally come to pass. "Fuck!", I whispered. "What... what did you tell him?"

Aradhya's cheeks flushed as she recounted the encounter.

(Aradhya’s narration begins)

Let’s me start from the beginning. I was in the kitchen, finishing up some cooking when I heard the doorbell. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was about 2 PM - not expecting anyone, I quickly wrapped myself in the pale blue saree I'd laid out for later. It clung to my curves, the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. I barely had time to adjust the low-cut, backless blouse before answering. To my shock, there stood Mr. Banerjee, our portly 52-year-old landlord. His beady eyes immediately roved over my body as he pushed his way inside. I felt so exposed in the thin saree, especially when his gaze lingered on my cleavage.

"Mrs. Guho…", he began in a stern yet lustful tone, "I've received some... concerning reports from your neighbors."

I shifted uncomfortably as he stared at my legs. The saree had ridden up when I sat, exposing my calves. "What kind of reports?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He leaned forward, his massive belly straining his kurta. "Well, it seems there have been some... unusual noises. Particularly when your husband is at work."

My face burned with embarrassment. "I... I don't know what you mean.", I stammered.

"Oh, I think you do.", he replied, his tone dripping with insinuation. "The neighbors have reported hearing sounds of a rather intimate nature."

I felt trapped under his knowing gaze, mortified and so exposed in my flimsy saree. He described hearing moans and a man's voice that wasn't Arijit's. I struggled to find an explanation, fidgeting with the edge of my saree.

"Now, Mrs. Guho…", he said, leaning in conspiratorially. "What you do in private is your business. But when it disturbs others, it becomes my business." He stood, looming over me. "Of course, we can come to some sort of... arrangement."

"What do you mean?", I asked, my voice small.

He smiled, yellowed teeth gleaming. "Well, I'd hate to inform your husband or terminate your lease."

Panic rose in my chest. "Please, that won't be necessary. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"I'm sure you will.", he replied, eyes roving over my body once more. "But you see, I don't quite trust you."

My heart raced. "Wha... what do you mean?"

He smirked. "Well, how do I know you won't just continue your activities more discreetly?"

I swallowed hard. I knew I should be outraged, but the threat of homelessness loomed large. "What can I do? To make you trust me more?"

A predatory glint flashed in his eyes. He patted the couch beside him. "Why don't you come sit here? We can discuss this more... comfortably." I hesitated, but found myself rising on trembling legs. I sat down gingerly, acutely aware of how the thin fabric rode up my calves. The landlord’s eyes followed hungrily.

"There now…", he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Isn't this nicer?"

I nodded mutely, my mouth dry. I felt his body heat, smelled his sweat and cheap cologne. It was repulsive, yet... to my horror, I felt a familiar warmth building between my legs. The situation was so wrong, so dangerous, yet it was arousing me in a way I'd never experienced.

His hand came to rest on my knee, burning through the thin fabric. "You know, Mrs. Guho…", he began, fingers tracing circles on my skin, "I've always found you very attractive."

My breath caught. I knew I should push him away, but the threat of exposure kept me rooted to the spot.

"T-thank you," I stammered, hating how breathy I sounded.

"I think we could come to a very... mutually beneficial arrangement, don't you?", he said, gently grabbing my thigh above the saree.

My mind whirled with conflicting emotions. Disgust warred with unexpected arousal. Fear battled the thrill of this dangerous situation. "I... I don't know what you mean.", I lied, even as my body betrayed me, my thighs parting slightly.

Mr. Banerjee chuckled darkly, his hot breath on my neck as he moved closer. "Let me show you exactly what I mean, Mrs. Guho.", he said softly, his meaty hands cupping my breasts through the thin blouse. I gasped, tensing at the contact. His fingers kneaded roughly, thumbs flicking over my hardening nipples.

"This... this is what you want?", I stammered, my voice betraying a mix of relief and unexpected arousal.

"Oh yes.", he purred, lips brushing my ear. "I've wanted to get my hands on these gorgeous titties since the day you moved in."

A shiver ran down my spine. I remembered that day clearly - how nervous and excited Arijit and I had been. I never imagined our landlord harboring such thoughts.

"You were wearing that little yellow sundress.", he continued, hands slipping inside my blouse to fondle my bra-covered breasts. "Bouncing up the stairs of this building, your tits jiggling with every step. I knew then I had to have you."

I whimpered, shame and arousal warring within me as he pinched my nipples over my bra. I knew I should stop him, but the threat of exposure kept me frozen - even as my body responded to his rough touch.

"I've dreamed of this.", he grunted, his breath hot on my skin. "Imagined how these perfect tits would feel in my hands. And now..." He squeezed harder, making me gasp. "Now I finally get to find out."

His lips descended on my neck, kissing and biting as his hands continued their assault. I tilted my head back involuntarily, mind spinning with the surreal situation. I thought of you, Ari, how you'd react if you could see me now - our landlord's hands down my blouse, his mouth on my neck. Would you be disgusted? Or excited, as you’d been by my encounters with Harpreet? As Mr. Banerjee's hands grew bolder, I closed my eyes, torn between shame and a burning, forbidden desire.

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Doesn't seem like there is a lot of interest in the story. I might be wrapping this up shortly.