Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[hwifenew]

this amazing writing please don't stop

[Paty@123]

Update plz

[incest_cuck]

Without breaking eye contact with Aradhya, he began turning over onto his knees. The movement caused his trousers to slip down his massive thighs, revealing his yellowed, sweat-stained underwear beneath. His thick fingers hooked into both waistbands at once, dragging them down in one ungraceful motion as he repositioned. The fabric caught briefly on his semi-hard cock before springing free, causing his member to bounce and sway. His clothes bunched around his knees as he settled onto all fours, forcing him to awkwardly kick them off. They landed in a wrinkled heap on the floor, leaving him naked from the waist down.

His pale, hairy thighs were marked with varicose veins, and his balls hung low and heavy between them. His cock, thick and long, jutted out from a nest of graying pubic hair. His massive ass was even more repulsive than I'd imagined - two flabby, hairy cheeks covered in a forest of dark curls that extended down into his crack. Beads of sweat glistened in the coarse hair, catching the light as he settled into position.

I watched, a mixture of confusion and dread building in my gut, as Mr. Banerjee finished positioning himself on the sofa. His flabby, hairy ass was now pointed directly at my wife, his wrinkled balls visible between his thighs. I felt sick, yet my cock twitched in my pants, betraying my body's perverse excitement.

The realization of what he was asking hit me like a punch to the gut. Surely not. Surely Aradhya wouldn't...

But as I watched, Mr. Banerjee looked over his shoulder at Aradhya, saying something else. His expression was a mix of pleading and demand. Aradhya bit her lip, her eyes darting between Mr. Banerjee's face and his exposed, furry asscrack. I could see the conflict playing out on Aradhya's face. Her brow furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as she considered Mr. Banerjee's filthy request. She took a half-step forward, then stopped, shaking her head slightly. My heart raced, partly hoping she'd refuse, partly - to my shock and shame - hoping she'd go through with it.

Mr. Banerjee spoke again, his tone seeming cajoling even without sound. He wiggled his hips slightly, his hairy ass jiggling obscenely. I felt bile rise in my throat at the sight, a mixture of disgust and disbelief washing over me. Yet my cock was now fully hard, straining against my pants, demanding attention I was too ashamed to give.

Aradhya's shoulders slumped slightly, a look of resignation crossing her features. Slowly, so slowly it was almost painful to watch, she moved towards the couch. She knelt behind Mr. Banerjee, her hands hovering uncertainly over his fleshy, fur-covered buttocks. I wanted to look away, to close the app, to pretend I never saw any of this. But I couldn't. My eyes remained glued to the screen, watching in horrified fascination as my wife prepared to perform an act I never imagined her capable of, my own body thrumming with unwanted excitement.

Aradhya took a deep breath, visibly steeling herself. Her hands came to rest on our landlord’s hairy ass cheeks, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. She spread them apart, exposing his puckered, wrinkled shithole. The man said something else, looking back over his shoulder. My wife nodded, a look of determination settling over her features. And then, ever so slowly, she leaned forward. I watched, my breath caught in my throat, as my wife's face disappeared between his flabby, hairy buttocks. Mr. Banerjee's reaction was immediate - his head fell forward, mouth open in what I imagined was a moan of pleasure. And to my shock and shame, I realized I was imagining the sounds, the squelches and moans, my mind filling in the blanks in vivid, arousing detail.

Aradhya's movements were tentative at first. I could see the muscles in her jaw working as she licked and probed his filthy asshole. Her nose wrinkled slightly, no doubt from the ripe, musky stench emanating from between his cheeks. But as the seconds ticked by, her motions became more confident, more purposeful. Mr. Banerjee's hands gripped the couch cushions tightly, his knuckles turning white. His hips pushed back against Aradhya's face, seeking more contact, more pressure. His belly swayed with each movement, a grotesque pendulum of flesh.

I felt sick to my stomach, a mixture of revulsion and unwanted arousal coursing through me. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. And yet, there it was, playing out on my phone screen in horrifyingly vivid detail. I was repulsed by what I was seeing, yet I couldn't deny the throbbing hardness in my pants, the way my breath came faster, the heat spreading through my body.

Aradhya's hands moved restlessly over Mr. Banerjee's ass and thighs, squeezing and kneading the flesh, her fingers tangling in the coarse hair. Her head bobbed slightly as she worked, her tongue presumably darting in and out of our landlord's shithole. Minutes passed, though they felt like hours. The old landlord’s body shuddered and jerked, his pleasure evident even through the silent video feed. His hand snaked between his legs, grasping his erection and beginning to stroke in time with Aradhya's rimjob.

This grotesque display should have sickened me, should have made me want to look away. Instead, I found myself leaning closer to the screen, drinking in every detail. The way Aradhya's tongue darted out, lapping at Mr. Banerjee's puckered hole. The jiggle of his fat ass as he pushed back against her face. The flush spreading across her cheeks, a mix of exertion and what I could only assume was arousal. I was disgusted with myself, with the situation, with everything. Yet I couldn't stop watching, couldn't stop the rush of blood to my groin, couldn't quell the perverse excitement building within me. This was wrong, so wrong, on every level. But as I watched my wife eagerly tongue our landlord's hairy asshole, I realized a terrible truth - I'd never been more turned on in my life.

I could see my wife’s face when she pulled back slightly for air. Her lips were wet and shiny with saliva and god knows what else, her cheeks flushed. There was a look in her eyes I'd never seen before - a mixture of determination and something else, something wild and unfamiliar. I watched transfixed as she spat directly into his gaping asshole before diving back in, slurping up her own saliva as it dripped from his pucker. She was more aggressive now as her tongue plunged deeper with each thrust, his hole now visibly looser and wetter. Her nails dug into his flesh, leaving red marks in their wake. Mr. Banerjee's hand moved faster on his cock, his whole body trembling from my wife's relentless rimming.

Suddenly, he tensed, his back arching. His hand was a blur on his erection as he climaxed, his seed spilling onto the couch cushions in thick, ropy strands. Aradhya didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck his puckered hole until Mr. Banerjee collapsed onto the sofa, his body heaving with exhausted breaths. As that occurred, I realized I was on the edge myself. The shame of my reaction warred with the undeniable arousal, leaving me breathless and trembling.

Aradhya sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing saliva and ass juice across her cheek. There was a moment of stillness, of silence I could feel even through the video. Then Mr. Banerjee rolled over, saying something to her. She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, a strand of his curly butt-hair obscenely clinging to her glistening face. As they began to move, adjusting themselves and exchanging words I couldn't hear, I was hit with the full weight of what I'd just witnessed. My wife, my sweet Aradhya, tonguing our repulsive landlord's hairy asshole. And doing it with an enthusiasm that shook me to my core!

I closed the app, my hands trembling. The office around me came back into focus, the mundane sounds a stark contrast to the depraved scene I'd just witnessed. I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept replaying what I'd seen, each replay bringing a fresh wave of conflicting emotions. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, acutely aware of my own throbbing erection. The image of my wife’s face buried between the ugly landlord’s flabby, hairy cheeks was burned into my mind, a scene I knew I'd never be able to forget.

Enough was fucking enough though! I needed answers.

I'd given Aradhya the green light with Harpreet, that hunky bastard of a plumber. Hell, I got off hearing about their exploits - her lips wrapped around his thick cock, his face buried in her pussy. The mental images of their naked bodies grinding together always got me hard. But this shit with Mr. Banerjee? This was something else entirely. Last I knew, that fat fuck had only managed to grope Aradhya's tits and plant his slimy lips on them. She'd seemed disgusted then. So how the fuck did we go from that to her tongue-fucking his hairy asshole??!!

As I boarded the bus home, my cock was still half-mast, trapped uncomfortably in my pants, a constant reminder of my body's fucked-up reaction. I grabbed a seat, trying to hide my obvious bulge from other passengers. I was gonna confront her. I needed to know how this shit happened, how she could do something so fucking vile. But even as anger bubbled up, I couldn't ignore the sick excitement coursing through me. What other filthy secrets had my wife been hiding? And why did the thought make me so fucking hard?

The bus jolted and swayed, each bump reminding me of my throbbing erection. Gosh, what kind of sick fuck was I, getting turned on by this? I closed my eyes, trying to calm down, but all I could see was my wife’s face disappearing between our landlord’s flabby ass cheeks.

[Paty@123]

Update plz

[Curiousbull]

I miss Harpreet

[Mf123]

I wonder how your are managing to put those words in place. They just add up as if I can see your story in front of my eyes. The level of detailing is truly awesome and the emotions are well carried out. 

The depravity of the husband is perfectly shown now. I hope Aradhya will convince him to be her cuckold slave and humiliate him much more in the upcoming episodes

[Sad Ash Rafa]

Fantastic. This keeps getting better and better

[Vettaiyyan]

Super update

[Ajay Kailash]

Wife should not allow her husband to touch her anymore. She should make him masturbate by telling her adventures. Humiliate him says how the lovers of her worth much more than him.

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[DuraiBabu]

I think this story is again hitting a slow turn! Keep regular updates coming

[magneticpersonality]

Please update

[Eswarraj3372]

Update please

[Durga7777]

Please give big update

[Tixamm]

Hello

[shrujay123]

Bro this author started 5 story but every story is in complete he don't finesh story from beginning of story he give daily update and than gone

[Blackdick11]

Superb
Don't let the wife know that her cucky husband is aware and watching her behind his back.
Just let him see (and get aroused by) how wild things can get.

[Paty@123]

Plz update

[DeanWinchester00007]

Bro , How ? That is one of the most erotic story in this site . How do you write so well ? Its insane the quality of writing is so good and so erotic . Keep on writing bro .

[magneticpersonality]

Please update