Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[Sad Ash Rafa]

Best update untill now

[veenaimo]

nice story...

[xossissippi]

The last two were one of the best updates!

Your writing style is quite unique, especially the way you described their intimate scenes is very erotic. "The saliva running down his cheeks down to his neck"... Oof that's some very hot stuff! Hot writing. Great job!!

Mr Banerjee doing some very deprived and nasty stuff to Aradhya and Aradhya loving each and every moment of it! She's all in for it! Is it the response she gets from the older portly man that is driving her to be an equally enthusiastic participant? Can't wait to read more, probably in the next update she'll go all the way with the uncle.

Arijit initially in denial now finally getting the taste he never thought he'd find in this form! And her wife even having a greater taste to find it even before Ari recognized it. Expecting to see wife finally revealing in greater detail as to why Mr. Banerjee and Not Harpreet, that would be a very erotic read!

Ari finally wanting to confront Aradhya, hope he doesn't do it directly he can loose the trust from his wife forever if he had to reveal that he had installed cameras. Better Ari approaches in a careful way, he probably understands his wife didn't reveal information now but she did in the first encounter only to know how does he feel about it. He now understands that because of his strong denial she decided to keep future encounters a secret. So if Ari brings up the subject during the love making session with Aradhya, as to "what happened with Mr. Banerjee? didn't he show up?" she may try to down play it by lying but later he can reveal that "even though i find it repulsive at first but now, I enjoy it seeing you with our portly landlord" Maybe this will break the ice and allow her to open up once again and reveal all the information she was hiding - The ones that wasn't captured by the camera, the previous day encounter where the hubby found dried cum stains on the floor or even incidents from before...

Want to hear erotic narration from the wife. Waiting for the next updates, loving your writing as always.

[incest_cuck]

I stepped into our apartment, my heart pounding against my ribs. The familiar scent of my wife’s cooking wafted through the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my mind. I found her in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred something on the stove. She looked so normal, so... unaffected. It was hard to believe that just hours ago, she was writhing against our fat, pot-bellied landlord.

"Hey.", I managed, my voice cracking slightly. "How was your day?"

Aradhya turned, flashing me that smile that usually made my knees weak. Today, it just twisted my gut with guilt and confusion. "Oh, you know, same old. Work, chores. How about you?"

I wanted to blurt it out, to confront her about what I saw. The words were there, pressing against my teeth, begging to be released. But then I remembered - the cameras. If I revealed what I knew, I'd have to admit to my own deception. The thought stopped me cold.

"Fine.", I lied, forcing a smile. "Just a regular day at the office."

We fell into our usual routine - small talk about work, discussing dinner plans. But there was an undercurrent of tension, at least on my part. I couldn't stop staring at her, searching for signs of her afternoon tryst. Was that a slight redness on her neck where Mr. Banerjee's lips had been? Were her movements a little stiffer than usual?

As we ate dinner, I tried to steer the conversation towards more revealing topics without raising suspicion. "So, uh, did you have any visitors today?", I asked, trying to sound casual.

Aradhya paused, fork halfway to her mouth. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of... something in her eyes. Guilt? Fear? But then it was gone, replaced by mild confusion. "Visitors? No, why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason.", I backpedaled quickly. "Just thought I'd ask."

She shrugged, returning to her meal. The rest of the evening passed in a haze of normalcy that felt surreal given what I knew. We watched TV, Aradhya curled up against me as always. But now, I was hyperaware of her body pressed against mine. When we finally headed to bed, my arousal - which had been simmering all day - reached a fever pitch. As Aradhya changed into her nightgown, I caught sight of faint marks on her breasts. My breath caught in my throat.

"Aradhya?", I said, my voice hoarse. "What are those marks?"

She glanced down, a brief look of panic crossing her face before she composed herself. "Oh, these?" She laughed, but it sounded forced to my ears. "They're from Harpreet. Remember last week when he was here? He got a bit... enthusiastic."

I knew it was a lie. Harpreet hadn't been here in over a week, and those marks looked fresh. But challenging her would mean revealing what I knew. So instead, I nodded, swallowing hard.

"Right, of course.", I muttered.

My beautiful, dusky wife climbed into bed, and I followed, my body thrumming with a confusing mix of arousal and uncertainty. As we lay there in the dark, I couldn't help but replay the scenes from the video feed in my mind. The way Aradhya had gasped as our landlord’s pudgy hands roamed her naked body. The curve of her back as she bent over him. The look of concentration on her face as she took him in her mouth.

The imagery was both revolting and arousing. I pictured Aradhya's full lips wrapped around our landlord's cock, her head bobbing up and down. Did she gag on his length? Did she look up at him with those captivating eyes of hers? The thought of Mr. Banerjee's stubby fingers tangled in her hair as he guided her movements made my stomach churn, yet my own cock twitched with interest. I wondered what went through her mind as she pleasured him. Did she compare him to me? To that low-class plumber Harpreet? The idea that she might have enjoyed it - might have savored the taste and feel of him - sent a confusing jolt of jealousy and arousal through me.

Before I knew what I was doing, I reached for her, pulling her close. She responded eagerly, her lips finding mine in the darkness. As we kissed, I wondered if I could taste our fat greasy landlord on her. The thought should have disgusted me, but instead, it sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My arousal, simmering all day, quickly reached a boiling point. I couldn't get enough of her, my hands roaming desperately over every inch of her body. In my mind, I was reclaiming her, trying to erase Mr. Banerjee's touch with my own. But at the same time, I imagined him there with us, watching as I fumbled with my wife.

My fingers found the hem of her nightgown, roughly pushing it up over her hips. She gasped as I yanked her panties down, my hand immediately finding her pussy already slick with arousal. Was she wet thinking about him? About me? I didn't care anymore. I just needed to be inside her. My sexy wife spread her thighs wider as I positioned myself between them, my cock achingly hard. With one brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in her warm, wet cunt. Her walls clenched around me as she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

Aradhya seemed surprised by my urgency, but she matched it eagerly. Her nails dug into my back as I thrust into her, harder and faster than usual. The familiar tightness built rapidly in my groin, my body betraying me as always.

"Wait!", I gasped, trying to slow down, to make it last. But it was too late. With a strangled groan, I climaxed, my hips jerking erratically against her. The intensity of it left me shaking, pleasure mingling with frustration and shame.

"I'm sorry.", I panted, collapsing onto her. "I couldn't... I didn't mean to..."

Aradhya stroked my back soothingly. "It's okay.", she murmured, but I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Determined to make it up to her, I slid down her body, my tongue tracing the marks left by another man's mouth on her breasts. The wrongness of it all only fueled my determination. As I moved lower, tasting her arousal, I found myself whispering against her skin, "Did you think of me today? When you were alone?"

Aradhya stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. "Of course.", she panted reassuringly. "Always."

It was another lie, but I didn't care. In that moment, lost in the heat of our bodies, the truth didn't matter. All that mattered was the pleasure building between us, the familiar rhythm of our bodies moving together. When she finally came, it was with an intensity that left us both gasping. We collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and satisfied. As our breathing slowed, I pulled Aradhya close, burying my face in her hair. She smelled like she always did - a mix of her shampoo and something uniquely her. There was no trace of Mr. Banerjee's cheap cologne.

"I love you.", I murmured, and I meant it. Despite everything - or maybe because of it - I loved her more than ever.

"I love you too.", Aradhya replied, her voice soft and sleepy.

As she drifted off in my arms, I lay awake, my mind racing. I thought about the stories I'd read online, about husbands who got off on their wives being with other men. Was that what I was now? A cuckold? The word should have stung, should have made me angry. Instead, it sent another thrill of arousal through me. Then it hit me - this wasn't entirely new. The realization washed over me like a cold shower. I'd been this way since Harpreet entered our lives. I remembered the first time I heard about Aradhya being with him, how my initial anger and jealousy had morphed into an unexpected, burning arousal. I'd justified it then - Harpreet was a specimen of masculinity, so different from me. It was natural to be curious, to be excited by the contrast. But Mr. Banerjee? He was everything Harpreet wasn't - old, portly, unattractive, repulsive even. And yet, the thought of him with Aradhya affected me just the same.

The truth was undeniable now. I got off on my wife being with other men. I was aroused by her infidelity, by the idea of her finding pleasure outside our marriage bed. The realization should have shamed me, but instead, it only fueled my excitement. I imagined our landlord’s hands on my wife dusky body, his portly frame pressed against her slim-thick figure. I pictured Aradhya's face twisted in pleasure as she took his cock. And then I imagined myself there, watching it all happen. The possibilities were dizzying. What if I encouraged this? What if, instead of confronting Aradhya, I found a way to watch in person next time? The thought made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

As dawn began to break, I finally drifted off to sleep, my dreams a confused jumble of desire and shame. One thing was certain - our lives had changed irrevocably. And despite my initial shock and confusion, I found myself looking forward to what came next.

In the morning, I woke to find Aradhya already up and getting ready for her day of remote work. As I watched her move around the room, I was struck by how normal everything seemed. If I hadn't seen the video feed, I would never have suspected what had transpired yesterday.

"Morning, sleepyhead!", Aradhya said, leaning down to kiss me. "You were really something last night. What got into you?"

I felt my face flush, remembering the intensity of our lovemaking. "Just missed you, I guess.", I mumbled.

Aradhya laughed, a sound that usually filled me with joy but now sent a pang of confusion through me. "Well, it was only a couple of hours. But feel free to miss me like that more often.", she said with a wink.

As she headed to the kitchen to start the coffee, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The questions I couldn't ask last night were still there, pressing against my lips. But so was the excitement, the forbidden thrill of knowing something I shouldn't. I realized then that I was at a crossroads. I could confront Aradhya, demand answers, possibly cause a chink in our marriage. Or I could lean into this new reality, explore the dark desires that had been awakened in me. As I heard Aradhya humming in the kitchen, going about her morning as if nothing had changed, I made my decision. I'd keep quiet, for now. I'd watch, and wait, and see where this path led us.

[vishuhrny97]

very erotic story. Please post more updates.can't wait to see aradhya getting fucked hard

[raja shri]

Hot updates Bro....the best part of mr banerjee and aradhya .... fucking amazing and hot update... can't wait for first fuck by mr . Banerjee and let see what happen next..

[DuraiBabu]

I think Aradhya should not anyone enter her unless her husband explicitly asks for it. That way, the heat in the story will be on! She will do anything and everything with these guys and be a badass but loyal to her hubby! Her husband should at some point come to Aradhya desperately asking to give him a show with her boyfriend until when it is only teaser!! There are so many stories in this site where these extra marital is depicted. This story stands special because of the strong female lead Aradhya. Don't let the story end so easily and also keep regular updates coming. That way the continuity will be intact.

[sri7869]

Nice update

[incest_cuck]

Here's a visual representation of Aradhya and Mr. Banerjee:

[chellaporukki]

Super update

[incest_cuck]

The next couple of days passed in a haze of anticipation and nervous energy. I decided to work from home, ostensibly to act as a barrier between Mr. Banerjee and Aradhya. But deep down, I knew the truth - I wanted to stoke the flames, to build the tension before I finally gave in to my desires and watched them together.

Each morning, I woke up beside Aradhya, my body thrumming with a mix of guilt and excitement. I watched her as she got ready for her day of remote work, my eyes tracing the curves of her body, imagining Mr. Banerjee's pudgy hands on her smooth skin. The thought both repulsed and aroused me, a confusing cocktail of emotions that left me half-hard and ashamed.

During our lunch breaks, I casually brought up Harpreet, testing the waters. "Hey, have you heard from Harpreet lately?", I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral. "The shower's been acting up again."

Aradhya looked up from her salad, a flicker of something - Disappointment? Excitement? - crossing her face. "No, actually. I tried calling him a couple times, but he's not picking up. Probably still in Punjab with his dad."

I nodded, pretending to be disappointed. "Ah, that's too bad. Hope his dad's okay."

My sweet, beautiful wife smirked, a teasing glint in her eye. "Miss him already, do you? I thought I was enough to keep you satisfied."

Her words sent a jolt through me. If only she knew how unsatisfied - and simultaneously aroused - I'd been lately. "You know that's not it.", I mumbled, feeling my face flush.

She laughed, reaching across the table to pat my hand. "I'm just teasing, honey. But you have to admit, Harpreet does have a way of... fixing things."

The innuendo wasn't lost on me. I remembered all too well how Harpreet used to "fix things" in our living room sofa and bedroom. The memory of his muscular body intertwined with Aradhya's slim-thick figure sent another wave of confused arousal through me.

"Yeah, he certainly does.", I agreed, my voice hoarse.

At night, our lovemaking was intense, fuelled by my pent-up frustration and confused desires. I tried to last longer, to satisfy Aradhya in the best way possible. But my body betrayed me, as always. I finished too quickly, leaving Aradhya wanting. In those moments, as I used my fingers and tongue to bring her to climax, I wondered if she was thinking of them - of that low class plumber’s skilled touch or our portly landlord's forbidden allure. After a couple of days, I couldn't take it anymore. The anticipation was killing me. I once again needed to know what happened when I wasn't around. So I made a decision - I'd go back to the office, citing an important in-person meeting.

The morning of my planned departure, I woke up early, my stomach churning with nervous excitement. As Aradhya slept peacefully beside me, I carefully extracted myself from the bed and made my way to the living room. With shaking hands, I checked the hidden camera I'd placed there. It was still in position, perfectly concealed behind a decorative vase. I pulled out my smartphone, opening the app that connected to the camera. The feed came through crystal clear - I could see our entire living room, the perfect vantage point for whatever might transpire.

Next, I moved to the bedroom. Aradhya stirred slightly as I entered, and I froze, my heart pounding. But she merely rolled over, still deep in sleep. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and moved to check the camera hidden in our closet. Fuck! My heart sank as I realized the bedroom camera wasn't working. The app showed nothing but static. I fiddled with my phone, trying to reconnect, but it was no use. A wave of frustration washed over me. I needed to fix this - I couldn't miss anything that might happen in here.

But as I glanced at the clock, I realized with growing dismay that I didn't have time. I had to leave for work soon, and I couldn't risk Aradhya waking up and catching me messing with a hidden camera in our bedroom.

"Shit!", I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair.

For a second, I considered calling off my plan, staying home another day to fix the camera. But no - I'd already told Aradhya about my important meeting. If I suddenly changed my mind, she might get suspicious. Reluctantly, I left the bedroom, the broken camera weighing heavy on my mind. I'd have to make do with just the living room feed. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing. As I heard my wife beginning to stir in the bedroom, I quickly composed myself. I couldn't let her suspect anything. I went to the kitchen, starting the coffee maker and trying to act as normal as possible. Aradhya emerged from the bedroom, yawning and stretching. The sight of her in her thin nightgown, her curves clearly visible beneath the fabric, sent a familiar jolt of desire through me. But now, it was tinged with something else - anticipation, maybe even hope, that someone else would soon be appreciating those curves.

"Morning, honey.", she mumbled, making her way to the coffee pot. "Big day today, right? Your important meeting?"

I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, it's a pretty big deal. Might run late, so don't wait up for me for dinner, okay?"

Aradhya nodded, sipping her coffee. "Alright. Good luck with the meeting. I'll be here, same as always, just me and my laptop."

If only she knew how much I hoped that wasn't true. As I got ready for work, I could feel Aradhya's eyes on me. Was she eager for me to leave? Was she already planning her rendezvous with Mr. Banerjee? Or was I just projecting my own twisted desires onto her? Finally, it was time for me to go. I kissed Aradhya goodbye, lingering perhaps a bit longer than usual. As I pulled away, I searched her face for any sign of guilt, any hint of what she might be planning. But all I saw was my wife, smiling at me with love and a touch of confusion at my intensity.

"Have a good day.", she said, patting my cheek. "Try not to work too hard."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. As I walked out the door, I felt a mix of excitement and frustration. In the elevator, I pulled out my phone one last time, checking the living room camera feed. At least this one was working perfectly. Whatever happened in that room today, I'd see it all. But the thought of what I might miss in the bedroom nagged at me, a persistent itch I couldn't scratch. As I stepped out onto the street, the morning sun warm on my face, I was filled with a dizzying mix of emotions - fear, excitement, shame, arousal, and now, a hefty dose of frustration.

When I reached my office, I sat at my desk, ostensibly focused on work, but my mind was elsewhere. Every few minutes, I found myself compulsively checking the video feed on my phone, heart racing each time I opened the app. But hours passed, and nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Aradhya moved about the apartment, working on her laptop, making coffee, completely normal.

As the afternoon wore on, my anticipation mixed with frustration. Maybe nothing would happen after all. Maybe I'd built this all up in my head, projecting my own twisted desires onto an innocent situation.

Then, around 4 PM, everything changed.

My wife’s phone rang. I watched as she glanced at the screen, her body language shifting instantly. She hesitated, biting her lip, a look of nervous excitement flashing across her face. My pulse quickened as she answered the call, her lips moving silently on the screen. She paced for a moment, then disappeared into the bedroom. Fuck. I silently cursed the malfunctioning bedroom camera. What was happening in there? Who called? My mind raced with possibilities as I stared at the empty living room on my screen.

Several agonizing minutes passed before Aradhya reemerged. My jaw dropped. She was wearing her silk robe, the one she usually saved for special occasions. Her hair, previously in a messy bun, now fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Even through the grainy video feed, I could see a flush on her cheeks, a sparkle in her eyes.

I leaned closer to my phone, barely breathing, as she nervously straightened cushions and tidied the coffee table. She kept glancing at the door, smoothing her robe, tucking her hair behind her ear. Then, I saw her head turn sharply towards the door. She took a deep breath, visibly steeling herself, and moved to answer it. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely focus on the screen.

It was him. Mr. Banerjee. Our landlord. He waddled in, his portly frame barely squeezing through the doorframe. His greasy, severely balding head gleamed under the apartment lights, a few sparse hairs combed over in a futile attempt to hide his baldness. Despite his unattractive appearance, his eyes roamed over Aradhya's robe-clad form with undisguised lust, a lecherous grin spreading across his pudgy face.

I could see their lips moving, exchanging words I couldn't hear. Aradhya blushed, looking down. She gestured towards the couch, and Mr. Banerjee didn't need to be told twice. He plopped down heavily, the couch perhaps groaning under his weight. He spread his arms across the back, legs wide, his pot belly straining against the buttons of his ill-fitting shirt. He said something, his grin widening, revealing yellowed teeth. To my shock - and secret thrill – my wife nodded.

With trembling hands, she untied her robe, then hesitated for a moment, finally let it fall to the floor. I gasped audibly, thankful no one in the office was paying attention to me. The fat, ugly landlord’s reaction mirrored my own - his beady eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in shocked excitement.

My wife stood before him in the lingerie I'd bought her during our honeymoon in Thailand - a sheer, black lace bodysuit that clung to her curves. The intricate patterns strategically placed while leaving little to imagination. The high-cut legs accentuated her figure, making her legs look miles long. Her breasts strained against the delicate fabric, visibly responding to the cool air. Over the bodysuit, she wore a garter belt, black straps stark against her dusky skin. Sheer stockings covered her legs, ending mid-thigh, leaving a tantalizing strip of bare flesh between the stockings and the bodysuit.

I hadn't seen Aradhya wear this since our honeymoon. The sight of her in it now, standing before our greasy, overweight landlord, sent a confusing mix of emotions through me.

Mr. Banerjee's lips moved, clearly appreciative. A drop of sweat trickled down his temple as his eyes devoured her majestic form. My wife blushed deeper, her hands fidgeting at her sides as if she was resisting the urge to cover herself. She said something, her expression uncertain. Our landlord laughed, his triple chin jiggling with the movement. He gestured for her to come closer with a pudgy, ring-laden finger. Aradhya hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward. Mr. Banerjee's eyes roamed over her body, lingering appreciatively.

He made a twirling motion with his finger. Aradhya complied, moving slowly. The back of the bodysuit was even more revealing than the front, the lace dipping low to expose most of her back. The fabric hugged her perfectly, and I could see Mr. Banerjee's hands twitch with anticipation.

He said something else, and at his words, my wife stiffened slightly. She responded, her expression a mix of guilt and excitement. Mr. Banerjee chuckled, patting the couch beside him with a meaty hand. My wife hesitated, but eventually moved to sit beside him. Mr. Banerjee immediately put his arm around her, his flabby hand resting on her bare shoulder, a stark contrast to her smooth skin.

They continued to talk, Mr. Banerjee leaning in close, his thin lips nearly brushing her ear. His hand moved from her shoulder to her thigh, sausage-like fingers tracing the top of her stocking. My wife shivered visibly, her eyes fluttering closed. The lecherous landlord’s other hand came up to cup her face, his gold rings glinting in the light. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes. Then, slowly, he leaned in.

[shrujay123]

Bro u r righting skills r good add some pictures to spice this up and complete the episode don t leave it in half right in episode wise

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[Aadhivaasi]

Good one. She started cheating him on back and he is not angry.

[sa9891]

Please update

[fuckandforget]

Super update

[incest_cuck]

The kiss started soft, almost tentative. But it quickly deepened, becoming more passionate. I watched as my wife opened her mouth, accepting our landlord's tongue. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders, fingers sinking into the excess flesh, pulling him closer. Their mouths worked against each other hungrily, and I could see saliva gathering at the corners of their lips. Mr. Banerjee pulled back slightly, a thick strand of their mixed saliva connecting their mouths. He gathered it with his tongue before spitting directly into my wife’s waiting mouth. To my shock, she accepted it eagerly, swallowing visibly before pulling him back into another sloppy kiss, their mouths open and messy. That fat, pale disgusting landlord repeated the act, this time letting the saliva dribble slowly from his mouth into hers, watching it pool on her tongue before she swallowed again with obvious relish.

His hands gradually began to roam, exploring my wife’s body through the sheer lace. He cupped her breast, his thick thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric. Aradhya arched into his touch, her face contorting in what I could only assume was a moan of pleasure.

I was rock hard in my office chair, my breath coming in short pants as I watched my wife being fondled by this repulsive man.

Mr. Banerjee broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Aradhya's neck, leaving a shiny trail of saliva. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, her eyes closed in pleasure. His hand moved lower, skimming over her stomach, down to the apex of her thighs. My wife’s body jerked slightly as his fingers brushed against her most intimate area, the thin lace doing little to dull the sensation. Her lips moved, forming a word I couldn't hear but could easily guess - his name.

Mr. Banerjee continued his ministrations, his fingers moving in slow circles over the lace. With his other hand, he tugged at the bodysuit, exposing more of her flesh to his hungry gaze and eager touch. His thick fingers hooked into her garments, peeling them away inch by inch. Each new expanse of skin revealed drew a grunt of appreciation from his throat. Aradhya trembled under his aggressive pawing, her breath coming in short gasps visible even through the grainy feed.

As his hands roamed possessively over her exposed dusky form, groping and squeezing with unrestrained lust, he pulled her into his lap, her lithe form a stark contrast to his corpulent body. His mouth attacked her throat, leaving angry red marks on her delicate skin. Their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm, the couch creaking ominously beneath them. Sweat glistened on their skin, the landlord's balding head shining in the apartment's light as he devoured my wife with animal hunger.

His thick fingers fumbled with the clasps of her bodysuit, his impatience evident as he practically tore at the delicate fabric. The garment finally gave way, peeling off her sweat-dampened skin with a soft, wet sound. She sat naked now in his lap, her perfect breasts bouncing free as he roughly yanked the last of the material away and tossed it aside. His meaty hands wasted no time returning to her flesh, pawing at her newly exposed body with renewed vigor. His movements grew more desperate, more primal, as his pudgy fingers found their way between her thighs. What the old landlord lacked in finesse, he made up for in raw enthusiasm. His digits worked frantically, plunging in and out of my wife's most intimate area with growing urgency. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his hand in small, circular motions. The sight of my beautiful wife, writhing on this portly old fart's lap, sent a confusing mix of emotions coursing through me. Minutes passed, though they felt like hours. The old man's free hand continued its relentless exploration of Aradhya's body, groping and squeezing with unrestrained lust. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and nibbling with desperate hunger. Saliva dribbled down his chin, leaving glistening trails on her skin.

Suddenly, Mr. Banerjee's head jerked back. He said something, his thin lips moving rapidly. I leaned closer to my phone screen, wishing desperately that I could hear what he was saying. Whatever it was, it caused my wife to stiffen slightly, her eyes widening in what looked like surprise. He spoke again, his expression a mix of pleading and demand. She bit her lip, hesitation clear in her body language. She glanced towards the bedroom - towards the camera she didn't know existed - and for a moment, I thought she might refuse, might put an end to this encounter.

But then, slowly, she nodded.

Mr. Banerjee's face split into a lecherous grin, his yellowed teeth bared in anticipation. He shifted on the couch, lying down on his back, his head propped up on the armrest. His potbelly rose and fell with his rapid breathing, his balding head gleaming with sweat. My wife stood, and I could see the slight trembling in her legs. She looked down at him, uncertainty written across her features. He said something else, gesturing impatiently with his hands. She took a deep breath, visibly steeling herself.

With careful movements, she climbed onto the couch, positioning herself above Mr. Banerjee's face. She hovered there for a moment, her thighs on either side of his head, her hands braced on the back of the couch for balance. Our landlord’s hands came up to grip her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to pull her down. My wife resisted at first, maintaining her position just out of reach. I could see the conflict on her face, the last vestiges of hesitation warring with the desire that was clearly building. His face contorted into a stern glare, eyes flashing with dominance as he yanked her hips down roughly, forcing her to submit to his demands. His tongue darted out, wetting his thin lips as he stared up at her most intimate area.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Aradhya began to lower herself. Her eyes fluttered closed as Mr. Banerjee's mouth made contact with her sex. Her body tensed, then relaxed, a shudder running through her as our landlord's tongue began to explore. At first, she remained still, letting him do all the work. His head bobbed slightly as he licked and sucked, his hands still gripping her hips tightly. Aradhya's face was a mask of conflicting emotions - pleasure warring with discomfort, desire battling with shame. But as the minutes ticked by, I watched as the last of Aradhya's reluctance melted away. Her hips began to move, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. She started to grind against Mr. Banerjee's face, her movements becoming more fluid, more purposeful.

Mr. Banerjee's hands slid from her hips to her ass, kneading the flesh roughly as he pulled her more firmly against his mouth. Aradhya's hands, previously braced on the back of the couch, moved to her breasts. She cupped them, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers.

The sight of my wife pleasuring herself while riding our landlord's face sent a jolt of arousal through me so intense it was almost painful. I shifted uncomfortably in my office chair, acutely aware of how hard I was, how desperately I wanted to touch myself. But I couldn't, not here, not now. All I could do was watch, captivated by the depraved scene unfolding on my phone screen.

Aradhya's movements became more frantic, her hips rolling and grinding with increasing urgency. Her head fell back, her mouth open in what I imagined were moans of pleasure. Mr. Banerjee's hands moved restlessly over her body, squeezing her ass, sliding up to grope her breasts, then back down to grip her thighs.

I could see the muscles in Aradhya's stomach tensing, her thighs trembling. She was close, I realized with a mix of jealousy and excitement. I'd seen her approach orgasm countless times, I knew the signs. But I'd never seen her like this, so wanton, so uninhibited. Her grinding gradually became more erratic, her body jerking and shuddering. Her hands flew to the portly landlord’s head, fingers tangling in what was left of his greasy hair as she pressed herself more firmly against his mouth. Her back arched, her whole body going rigid for a moment before she started to shake. I watched, mesmerized, as my wife climaxed on our landlord's face. Her body undulated, hips rolling as she rode out her orgasm. Mr. Banerjee's hands gripped her ass tightly, holding her in place as he continued to lick and suck, prolonging her pleasure.

As Aradhya's movements slowed, becoming less frantic, more languid, I was struck by how different she looked. Gone was the hesitation, the reluctance from earlier. In its place was a look of pure satisfaction, of uninhibited pleasure. She looked down at our landlord, a smile playing on her lips that I'd never seen before - sultry, confident, almost predatory.

Mr. Banerjee said something, his words muffled by his position. Aradhya nodded, lifting herself off his face. As she moved, I could see that the old man’s face was glistening with her juices, his chin and cheeks slick and shiny. He licked his lips, a look of smug satisfaction on his pudgy face. My wife didn't move far. She turned around and shifted backwards, now straddling the fat guy’s substantial belly. Her hands moved to his belt, fumbling with the buckle. Mr. Banerjee's hands came up to help, their fingers tangling as they worked together to undo his pants.

I watched, a mix of horror and arousal churning in my gut, as Aradhya freed Mr. Banerjee's erection from his trousers. Even through the grainy video, I could see that he was fully hard, his cock standing at attention. Aradhya wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly. Mr. Banerjee's hips bucked upwards, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. His hands gripped Aradhya's plump ass, fingers digging into her flesh as she continued to stroke him. Mr. Banerjee's face contorted with pleasure, his mouth hanging open as he panted heavily. Aradhya's hand moved steadily, her grip firm as she worked his shaft.

Suddenly, Mr. Banerjee grunted something, his words inaudible through the silent video feed. Whatever filth he'd spewed caused my wife to freeze, her hand stilling on his veiny cock. Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief crossing her features.

Mr. Banerjee spoke again, his tone seeming insistent even without sound. His pudgy hands left her juicy butt, gesturing as he talked. I leaned closer to my phone screen, desperately wishing I could hear what depraved act he was demanding. To my shock, I felt a stirring in my groin, my cock starting to harden despite the revulsion churning in my gut. Aradhya slowly removed her hand from Mr. Banerjee's prick, wiping her palm on her thigh as if to rid herself of his slimy precum. She stood up, taking a step back from the couch. Her body language screamed discomfort - arms crossed over her chest, weight shifting from foot to foot.

The old landlord sat up, his sagging belly folding over itself as he leaned forward. He was still talking, his beady eyes fixed on my wife with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Whatever he was proposing, it was clear that she was hesitant.

[Bigil]

This bitch has fallen for the old bastard for sure.

[AjitKumar]

So he need not pay the rent anymore. and if the wife get pregnant with landlord child, he will take care of the child studies as well. lucky husband, he can just give the initials without using his tiny chunni.

[Sad Ash Rafa]

This is so good