Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[fuckandforget]

Banerjee is another lucky bastard. Good going.

[AjitKumar]

Nice one. Ara has turned from bitch to slut. Soon she will turn whore.

[sexycharan]

Superbbb

[Gajakidost]

Good transformation. Soon she will be busy woman of society.

[ananth1986]

We fall in to the story. So comments are less.

[Sad Ash Rafa]

Finally the old ugly landlord, this is what I've been waiting for

[Bansalboy]

Story is Awesome ..
You dont reply to msgs

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya’s narration continues)

I felt Mr. Banerjee's hot, wet mouth on my neck, his lips leaving a trail of saliva as he worked his way down to my collarbone. His ragged breath and grunts of pleasure sent shivers down my spine as he savored the taste of my skin. "Mmm... delicious…", he mumbled against my flesh, his tongue darting out to trace the hollow of my throat. "So sweet... so soft..."

I couldn't help but shudder, a soft "Ohhh..." escaping my lips as my body betrayed me with each passing moment. My nipples hardened further, pressing against the fabric of my bra as Mr. Banerjee's hands continued to knead and squeeze my breasts through my blouse. His mouth descended lower, his lips ghosting over the swell of my breasts visible above my low neckline. His tongue dipped into my cleavage, leaving a wet trail that cooled quickly in the air, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin.

"Damn, I've dreamed of this.", Mr. Banerjee groaned, his voice muffled against my chest. "Dreamed of tasting you, of burying my face in these perfect tits."

His teeth grazed the soft flesh of my breast, and I gasped, my back arching involuntarily. "Ah! Mmmmmmmm...", I moaned, feeling a rush of wetness between my legs, my body responding to the illicit nature of the situation despite my mind's protests. Mr. Banerjee's stubble scratched against my sensitive skin as he nuzzled deeper into my cleavage, his hot breath fanning across my flesh. His hands moved to my sides, squeezing my ribs as he pressed his face more firmly against my breasts.

"Ohhh... gosh...", I whimpered, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.

Just as I thought he might tear my blouse open with his teeth, Mr. Banerjee suddenly pulled back. The abrupt cessation of contact left me feeling oddly bereft, my skin tingling where his mouth had been. I blinked in confusion, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Mr. Banerjee was staring at me, his eyes dark with lust, a predatory smile playing on his lips. There was an expectant look on his face, as if he was waiting for something.

My heart raced as understanding dawned. I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as they moved to the buttons of my blouse. Mr. Banerjee's eyes followed the movement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation. Slowly, achingly slowly, I began to undo the buttons. The first one slipped free, revealing a bit more of my cleavage. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on my fingers as they moved to the second button. As each button came undone, more of my flesh was exposed to our lecherous landlord’s hungry gaze. I felt vulnerable, exposed, yet strangely empowered by the way he was looking at me - like I was the most desirable thing he'd ever seen. When the last button was undone, I hesitated for a moment before slowly parting the fabric of my blouse. My bra-covered breasts were revealed to the older, portly man’s gaze, the lacy black material a stark contrast against my olive skin.

Mr. Banerjee inhaled sharply, his eyes widening at the sight. "Beautiful…", he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "Even more perfect than I'd imagined."

I felt a flush creep up my neck and onto my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coloring my skin. I watched as Mr. Banerjee licked his lips again, his eyes roving over my exposed flesh.

"Take it off!", he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. "I want to see all of you."

My hands moved to the clasp of my bra, but I hesitated. This was the point of no return, I realized. If I removed my bra, there would be no going back, no pretending this hadn't happened. As if sensing my hesitation, Mr. Banerjee leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on my thighs. "Remember our arrangement, Mrs. Guho.", he murmured, his fingers digging slightly into my flesh. "You wouldn't want your husband to find out about your... indiscretions, would you?"

The threat was clear, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself, before reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra. The lacy garment fell away, revealing my medium-sized breasts to Mr. Banerjee's hungry gaze. My dark-brown nipples hardened in the cool air, standing erect as if begging for attention.

"Exquisite!", Mr. Banerjee breathed, his eyes roving over my exposed flesh. "Absolutely exquisite."

I resisted the urge to cover myself, instead forcing my arms to remain at my sides as Mr. Banerjee drank in the sight of me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was a thrill running through me at being looked at with such unbridled lust. Mr. Banerjee's hands moved then, slowly sliding up my thighs and over my stomach. I shivered at the contact, my muscles tensing beneath his touch. When his fingers finally reached my breasts, I let out a soft gasp, "Ahhhhhhh…..!!!!!"

"So soft.", he murmured, cupping my breasts in his hands. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, causing me to arch my back involuntarily. "So responsive."

He began to knead my flesh, his fingers digging in almost painfully as he squeezed and massaged my breasts. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my body betraying me once again as pleasure coursed through me. "Mmmmmpppphhhhh... oh goshhhh..!!!"

Mr. Banerjee leaned forward then, his hot breath fanning over my skin. "I'm going to taste you now, Mrs. Guho.", he growled. "I'm going to suck on these beautiful tits until you're begging for more."

Before I could respond, his mouth descended on my breast. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard, and I was unable to hold back the moan that escaped me, "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fuck..."

Mr. Banerjee's tongue swirled around my sensitive peak, flicking and teasing as his hand continued to knead my other breast. He alternated between gentle licks and hard sucks, drawing gasps and whimpers from me with each movement.

"Ah! Ah! Mmmm...", I panted, my head thrown back in pleasure.

Mr. Banerjee soon switched to my other breast, his mouth closing around my neglected nipple. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, and I arched off the couch, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips. "Oh gosh! Yes! Mmmmmmmmmm....!!!"

"That's it!" Mr. Banerjee mumbled against my skin. "Let me hear you, Mrs. Guho. Let me hear how much you're enjoying this."

His mouth returned to my breast with renewed vigor, his tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking hard. I arched my back, pushing my chest further into his face as a long, low moan escaped my lips.

"Ohhh... myyyy... mmmm...", I whimpered, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on Mr. Banerjee's nearly bare scalp. The few wisps of hair left slipped through my grasp as I tried to grab hold, leaving my palms pressed against his smooth, sweat-slicked dome.

The landlord's free hand moved to my other breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, causing me to writhe beside him. "Fuck... ah! Ah!", I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Our hungry, lustful landlord switched breasts then, his hot mouth closing around my neglected nipple. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp cry from me. The few strands of hair the landlord had left tickled my sternum, adding to the overwhelming sensations assaulting my body.

"Yes! Oh gosh, yes! Yes! Yes!", I moaned, lost in the sensations.

Just as I felt the pressure building between my legs, Mr. Banerjee suddenly pulled back. I blinked in confusion, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

"Well, Mrs. Guho", he said, a satisfied smirk on his face, "that was certainly... enjoyable." He stood up, straightening his clothes. "Unfortunately, I have an appointment I must get to. But don't worry, I'll be back for more. This is just the beginning of our... arrangement."

I remained on the couch, my blouse open, breasts exposed, feeling suddenly vulnerable and confused. "W-what?", I stammered.

"Oh yes!", Mr. Banerjee replied, his eyes roving over my disheveled form one last time. "We've only scratched the surface. I'll be in touch soon."

With that, he left, the door closing behind him with a soft click. I was left alone, my body still tingling from his touch, my mind reeling from what had just transpired. The weight of our "arrangement" settled heavily on my shoulders, and I wondered with a mix of dread and anticipation what our landlord had in store for me next.

(Aradhya's narration ends)

"And that's... that's what happened, Ari.", Aradhya finished, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at me, eyes filled with a mixture of shame, fear, and uncertainty. "What... what should we do now?"

My face contorted as I listened to Aradhya's tale, a storm of emotions playing across my features. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides, knuckles whitening with barely suppressed rage.

"That fucking bastard!", I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "How dare he touch you like that?"

But even as anger flashed in my eyes, I felt a flicker of fear - the reality of our precarious situation hitting home. We couldn't afford to lose this apartment, not with rents having gone up so much in recent months. My eyes flicked over my wife. Despite her modest attire, my mind conjured vivid images of the scene she'd described. I felt a sudden, unwelcome tightening in my groin as I imagined Mr. Banerjee's mouth on Aradhya's breasts, her fingers scrabbling at the old man's balding head.

"Fuck!", I muttered, running a hand through my own slightly balding hair. "This is... fucked up." I paced the room, my mind racing. After several tense moments, I turned back to my wife, my expression conflicted. "We... we need to play this out carefully.", I said finally, my voice strained. "We can't risk losing the apartment, but we also can't let that pervert think he can do whatever he wants."

Aradhya's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Ari, you can't be serious. I'm not attracted to that old lecher at all! My body might have responded, but that was just... just physical. The thought of doing more with him makes me sick."

I held up my hands placatingly. "I know, I know. But we're in a tight spot here. Maybe we can find a way to satisfy his demands without going too far. Keep him interested enough to maintain our arrangement, but set clear boundaries."

Aradhya shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "I don't know if I can do that, Arijit. What if he wants more? What if he doesn't stop?"

I moved to her, wrapping her in my arms. "We'll figure it out together, okay? We'll be smart about this. I'll be here to protect you, and we'll find a way to turn this situation to our advantage somehow."

As we held each other, I knew we were treading dangerous waters. The game we were about to play with our portly, lecherous landlord was risky, with our home, our marriage, and our dignity all hanging in the balance. But with few other options, I steeled myself for what was to come, hoping we could navigate this treacherous path without losing ourselves in the process.

[Bansalboy]

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

You dont reply to msgs or comments thats why

[DuraiBabu]

I think there's less cuck in this story and more of Ara's explorations! Keeping multiple partners is fine but let her get more explorative by showing her husband her lovers! More tease and more fun will make the story interesting!

[Sad Ash Rafa]

This is getting real interesting, continue like this

[shrujay123]

Concept is good

[Gajakidost]

Good update. more than his wife, this bastard is worried about the apartment. what a husband.

[xbiilove]

Lovely update. wish you add some gifs to make more spicy.

[incest_cuck]

I sighed as I locked the apartment door behind me, grocery list clutched tightly in my hand. The past couple of days had been tense, to say the least. I'd been working from home, ostensibly to catch up on some projects, but in reality, it was to keep an eye on things. The incident with our landlord had left us both on edge, and I wasn't about to leave Aradhya alone if I could help it. As I made my way down the stairs, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. My constant presence had inadvertently cockblocked the brutish plumber who'd been sniffing around Aradhya. Part of me felt relieved - after all, wasn't that the point? To protect my wife? But another part... well, that part was less noble.

The market was busy, teeming with people doing their mid-week shopping. I moved methodically through the aisles, checking items off my list. Onions, garlic, ginger. A bag of atta. Some fresh coriander. My mind wandered as I shopped, replaying Aradhya's story about Mr. Banerjee for the hundredth time. I was reaching for a carton of eggs when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Frowning, I pulled it out, nearly dropping the eggs when I saw my wife’s name on the screen.

Aradhya: Harpreet just arrived. What should I do?

My heart rate picked up. I quickly typed out a response.

Me: Are you alone?

Aradhya: Yes. You're out, remember?

Me: Right, sorry. Listen, if you two decide to... you know... just be careful about noise. Stick to the bedroom - less chance of sound carrying.

There was a long pause before Aradhya replied.

Aradhya: Are you sure? It feels wrong to use our bed.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Was I sure? The image of Aradhya and Harpreet in our marital bed flashed through my mind, sending a jolt of arousal through me.

Me: It's fine. I don't mind. Just be safe.

Aradhya: Okay. When will you be back?

Me: Text me when he leaves. I'll come home after that.

Aradhya: Alright. Love you.

Me: Love you too.

I pocketed my phone, suddenly very aware of my surroundings. Did the old lady next to me know what I'd just done? Could the cashier see the flush on my cheeks? I shook my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. The rest of the shopping passed in a blur. My mind was back in the apartment, imagining what might be happening. By the time I reached the checkout, my palms were sweaty and my heart was racing. Outside, I looked at my watch. It had only been twenty minutes since Aradhya's text. I couldn't go home yet - I'd promised to wait for her all-clear. But the thought of wandering around with bags of groceries while my wife potentially fucked another man in our bed was too much.

I spotted a coffee shop across the street and made my way over. Might as well be comfortable while I waited. The cafe was quiet, just a few patrons scattered around. I ordered a coffee and found a secluded corner table. I pulled out my phone, staring at the screen as if I could will a message to appear. Time seemed to crawl. I sipped my coffee, trying not to check my phone every thirty seconds. My mind conjured vivid images - Aradhya's lips parting in a gasp as Harpreet kissed her neck. Her fingers tangling in his thick hair (so different from Mr. Banerjee's bald pate). The sound of our bed creaking rhythmically...

I shifted in my seat, acutely aware of my growing arousal. This was madness, wasn't it? Sitting in a public place, getting hard at the thought of my wife with another man. But I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me. An hour passed. Then two. I ordered another coffee, my leg bouncing nervously under the table. What was taking so long? Were they going for multiple rounds? Or maybe they were just talking? I wasn't sure which scenario I preferred. As the third hour approached, I was seriously considering heading home, agreement be damned. But just as I was about to gather my things, my phone buzzed.

Aradhya: He's gone. You can come home now.

My heart leapt into my throat. This was it. I quickly typed out a response.

Me: On my way. Everything okay?

Aradhya: Yes. We'll talk when you get here.

The walk home was torture. My mind raced with possibilities. What would I find when I got there? Would Aradhya be flushed and disheveled? Would the apartment smell of sex? Or would everything be neat and tidy, as if nothing had happened?

As I climbed the stairs to our floor, I felt a mix of anticipation and dread. I paused outside our door, taking a deep breath before inserting my key. The apartment was quiet when I entered. For a moment, I wondered if Aradhya was even there. But then I heard movement from the bedroom.

"Aradhya?", I called out, setting down the groceries.

She appeared in the doorway, wearing the same robe she'd had on when I left. Her hair was slightly mussed, and there was a faint flush to her cheeks.

"Hey!", she said softly. "How was shopping?"

I swallowed hard. "Fine. Uh... how was your afternoon?"

Aradhya bit her lip, a gesture that sent a jolt through me. "It was... interesting. Come sit down. We should talk."

As I followed her to the living room, my eyes darted to our bedroom door. It was closed, but I could swear I saw a slight disarray in the sheets through the crack.

We sat on the couch, a careful distance between us. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure Aradhya could hear it.

"So…", I said, my voice cracking slightly. "What happened?"

Aradhya took a deep breath, her fingers playing with the tie of her robe. "Well, after you left..."

And as she began to recount the afternoon's events, I found myself leaning forward, hanging on every word.

(Aradhya’s narration begins)

After you left, I stood in our bedroom, feeling a mix of anticipation and guilt. I decided to change into that pink nightgown you bought me last month - the one with the lace trim. You know the one, Arijit. It clings to every curve, the hem barely skimming my thighs, with that plunging neckline that leaves little to the imagination. As I slipped it on, the silk felt cool against my skin, making my nipples harden. I looked at myself in the mirror, my heart racing. I was more nervous than usual this time, but I couldn’t stop myself.

I’d just finished with one of my online meetings when I heard Harpreet’s knock. Three sharp raps, just like always. My heart pounded as I walked to the door, my bare feet silent on the floor. I paused for a moment, hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath before opening it. As usual, his massive frame filled the entire doorway. He towered over me, making me feel so small, so vulnerable. When he saw me, his eyes darkened with hunger, roaming over my body. I felt exposed, but also... desired. So intensely desired.

"Oye hoy!", he breathed, his voice low and rough. "You look like a dream, madamji."

As soon as the door closed, he engulfed me in his arms. His rough, calloused hands seemed to cover my entire back, so large and strong. He buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply, his beard tickling my sensitive skin. I couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped my lips.

"Why you no text me, jaan?", he rumbled, his voice vibrating through me. "I miss you so much these days." His breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I couldn’t tell him about Mr. Banerjee, about what happened. The guilt gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. I just said you’d been working from home, that I couldn’t risk texting him.

"I’m sorry.", I whispered, tilting my head to give him better access to my neck. "I missed you too."

He seemed to accept that, his hands roaming my body. One large palm cupped my breast through the thin silk, while the other slid down to grip my ass. I could feel his desire pressing against my stomach, hard and insistent, making me acutely aware of our size difference. I led him to the sofa. I walked backwards, my fingers intertwined with his much larger ones. The nightgown rode up with each step, and I saw his eyes following the hem, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. When we reached the sofa, I let myself fall back, pulling him down with me. He loomed over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the light. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

Then Harpreet’s mouth claimed mine, hot and demanding. His beard scbangd against my chin, a delicious friction that made me moan into his mouth. His hands pushed up my nightgown, rough palms engulfing my thighs. I gasped as his fingers found me, already wet and wanting.

"So wet for me.", he groaned, his accent thicker with arousal. "You drive me crazy, you know?"

But even as my body responded to his touch, arching into him, seeking more, I was tense.

"What wrong, jaan?", he asked, pulling back. His face hovered above mine, concern etched in his features. "You not seem yourself today."

I didn’t know what to say. I felt exposed, vulnerable. That’s when I remembered what you said about the bedroom. "Maybe... maybe we should go to the bedroom.", I suggested, my voice trembling slightly.

Harpreet’s eyes widened. "Bedroom? But that your... I mean, we never...", he paused, but I could see the excitement building in his eyes, mixed with a hint of uncertainty.

I nodded, standing up. "It’s okay.", I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

The walk to our bedroom felt endless, Ari. Each step was heavy with the weight of what we were about to do. When we crossed the threshold, I saw Harpreet take in the room - our photos on the dresser, your clothes in the hamper. For a moment, I thought he might change his mind.

But then he turned to me, and the look in his eyes... I’ve never seen such raw desire. He pulled me to him, his mouth crashing down on mine. We stumbled towards the bed, shedding clothes as we went. My nightgown hit the floor first, pooling around my feet. Harpreet's shirt followed, revealing his broad, hairy chest. His skin was hot against mine, chest hair rough on my breasts. We fell onto the bed - our bed, Ari - his body covering mine completely. Harpreet's mouth was everywhere - my neck, my breasts, my stomach. His beard left a tingling trail on my skin, the slight pain mixing with pleasure. I couldn't help the sounds escaping me - little gasps and moans as he explored my body.

“Ah, Harpreet!”, I whimpered as he took a nipple into his mouth, his beard scratching the sensitive underside of my breast.

But even as my body responded, arching into his touch, I couldn't fully relax. I was still tense, still on edge. My mind kept wandering, thinking about you, about Mr. Banerjee, about the wrongness and rightness of what we were doing. Harpreet must have sensed it, because he paused, looking up at me with concern. From this angle, his face was level with my breasts, his breath hot on my skin. “You still not relax, jaan.”, he said, his accent thicker with arousal. "I know what help. I have cure for tension."

He... he said he was going to make me forget everything, Ari. And then... then he tried.

[DuraiBabu]

If there is one thing you have mastered the best, its the cuts in your story, taking readers to new highs and then stopping it creates anticipations to a different level. Keep up the good writing and post updates daily!

[Safestguy]

Good keep going

[bhola647]

The thrill is going over the top here. Well written updates and great descriptions. But can we skip with the POV changes? Just a suggestion. Thanks!

[incest_cuck]

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

Aradhya - The heroine of the story:




Mr. Banerjee - The lecherous landlord

[DuraiBabu]

Oh! so loonnnnngggggg! Please post the next update!!