Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

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Sorry for the delay. I was extremely busy these past few months. But the updates will be more consistent from now on - assuming people are still interested in this story.

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I trudged up the stairs to our apartment, my mind still reeling from what I'd witnessed earlier. As I entered, the familiar scent of home hit me, a stark contrast to the filthy images burned into my brain.

"Hey, you're late.", Aradhya called from the kitchen. "Dinner's in the fridge if you're hungry."

I grunted a response, making my way to the living room. My eyes immediately fell on the couch - the scene of the crime. It looked... normal. Too normal.

"Uh, Aradhya?", I called out. "What's that on the sofa?"

She appeared in the doorway, a nervous smile on her face. "Oh, that. I had a bit of an accident with some chicken stew. Don't sit there, okay? I’ll clean it up tomorrow."

I nodded, my suspicions confirmed. The cum stains had been covered up. I wanted to confront her right then and there, but something held me back. I needed more information, needed to understand how things escalated so quickly.

The evening passed in a haze of forced normalcy. We ate dinner, watched some TV, all while my mind raced with questions and images I couldn't shake. As we prepared for bed, I felt the familiar stirring of arousal. Despite everything - or perhaps because of it - I wanted her. In bed, I pulled her close, my hands roaming her body. I kissed her deeply, tasting her, wondering if I could detect any lingering flavor of our portly landlord’s asshole. The thought should have disgusted me, but instead, it made my cock twitch.

"Mmm, someone's frisky tonight.", Aradhya murmured, grinding against me.

My hands found her breasts, kneading them gently. I remembered Mr. Banerjee's fat fingers pawing at them and felt a surge of possessiveness. My hands slid up her sides, bunching the nighty in my fists. My wife shivered as my knuckles grazed her ribs. With deliberate slowness, I gathered the material higher, revealing inch by inch of her smooth brown skin. Her breasts strained against the fabric, begging to be freed. I yanked the nighty up roughly, exposing them to my hungry gaze. They spilled out into my waiting hands - full, heavy globes topped with dark chocolate nipples. Her areolas were wide and puffy, a slightly darker shade than her dusky skin. They overflowed my hands, soft yet firm. I squeezed them possessively, marking her flesh with my fingers. Her nipples pebbled further under my touch, becoming stiff peaks that I rolled between thumb and forefinger. She gasped when I pinched them, her back arching to push more of her tits into my grip. The nighty was bunched around her collarbone now, framing her exposed breasts. My mouth replaced my hands, tongue swirling around her nipples.

Aradhya arched into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Oh gosh, Ari..."

My other hand kneaded her neglected breast, pinching and rolling the nipple until both peaks were equally stiff and aching. I switched sides, latching onto her other nipple with a groan of satisfaction. The sounds of his eager sucking filled the room - wet, obscene slurps and smacks as I devoured her chest. She whined and arched up, offering more of herself to my greedy mouth. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging hard. I drew back slightly, letting cool air blow across her wet nipples. They tightened even further, making her gasp.

I then trailed kisses down her stomach, hands caressing her thighs. As I spread her legs, positioning my face between them, I paused. "Aradhya," I said, my voice husky with desire and something else. "I know about you and Mr. Banerjee."

Aradhya froze, her body tensing beneath me. "W-what?"

My tongue darted out, licking a long stripe up her slit. Aradhya gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "I know," I repeated, my hot breath ghosting over her wet pussy. "Tell me about how it started."

"Ari, I..." Aradhya started, but her words dissolved into a moan as my tongue found her clit.

I worked her with my mouth, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of my tongue. All the while, my mind raced with images of Mr. Banerjee's hands on her, his mouth on her breasts.

"Tell me!", I demanded, pulling back slightly. "Tell me everything."

Aradhya whimpered, her hips chasing my retreating mouth. "It... it was a week and a half ago.", she began hesitantly. "You were working late."

I hummed encouragingly, my tongue resuming its exploration of her folds. I could feel her relaxing, giving in to the pleasure even as she recounted her infidelity.

"Mr. Banerjee texted me.", she continued. "Started making demands. Said he would keep my relationship with Harpreet a secret." I groaned, remembering the stories my wife had told me about her encounters with the plumber - the naked grinding, the blowjobs, Harpreet's face buried between her thighs. I'd gotten off on those stories countless times.

"He told me to wear short skirts with nothing underneath when he visited," Aradhya moaned, her hips rolling. "And... a tight white tank top.", she gasped. "No bra. He wanted to see everything through it."

I pictured it vividly - Aradhya answering the door, her nipples visible through the thin fabric, pussy bare beneath a flimsy skirt. Our landlord's eyes roving over her hungrily.

"Fuck!", I breathed, as one of my hands unconsciously moved to palm my erection.

Aradhya's eyes were dark with lust as she continued. "When he arrived, he just... he just stared at me. His eyes were everywhere."

"Did he touch you?", I asked, my voice rough with arousal.

Aradhya nodded, biting her lip. "He... he pulled me close. I could feel how hard he was through his pants, his fat belly pressing against me."

I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her squirm. "Why?" I demanded. "Why did you let him?" Aradhya hesitated, her body tensing. I redoubled my efforts, tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive her wild. She writhed beneath me, teetering on the edge.

"Please…", she begged. "Please, Ari, I need to cum."

I pulled back completely, leaving her empty and aching. "Tell me everything, and I'll let you cum."

Aradhya whimpered in frustration. "Fine! I... I didn't want him to know about you. About us. About how you... you like hearing about Harpreet and me." My cock twitched at the admission.

"Keep going.", I urged, resuming my ministrations. "What happened next?"

"He told me to strip.", she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.

Aradhya's breath hitched as I increased the pressure on her clit. "I... I started with my top. I pulled it over my head, and his eyes... fuck, Ari, the way he looked at my tits."

My fingers pumped faster inside her as she spoke. I could picture it clearly – my gorgeous wife’s succulent breasts bouncing free, her nipples hardening under our portly old landlord’s hungry gaze.

"Then the skirt," she gasped. "I let it fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing panties, just like he'd told me. His eyes went so wide when he saw my pussy, Ari. He licked his lips like... like he wanted to devour me."

I moaned against her, my cock achingly hard. The mental image was vivid - my beautiful wife, completely naked, exposed to our landlord's lustful stare.

"What happened next?", I prompted, pulling back slightly. Aradhya whimpered at the loss of contact.

"He... he told me to turn around," she panted. "To bend over the couch. I did it, Ari. I bent over, spread my legs. I could feel his eyes on me, on my wet pussy."

I dove back in, my tongue circling her clit as my fingers curled inside her. Aradhya arched off the bed, a low moan escaping her lips.

"Then I felt his hands.", she continued, her voice breathy and urgent. "His fat fingers, spreading my ass cheeks." My cock throbbed painfully. I pictured Mr. Banerjee's pudgy hands on my wife's ass, exposing her most intimate parts to his gaze.

"He slipped a finger inside me.", Aradhya gasped. "Just one at first. It was so thick, Ari. So different from yours. He pumped it in and out, telling me what a dirty slut I was."

I groaned, fucking her faster with my fingers. I could almost hear Mr. Banerjee's voice, gruff and demanding, as he fingered my wife.

"Then he added another.", Aradhya moaned. "Two fat fingers, stretching me open. He curved them inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars. I was dripping, Ari. My juices were running down my thighs."

I was painfully hard then, grinding against the mattress as I ate Aradhya out. The image of her bent over, Mr. Banerjee's fingers buried in her pussy, was seared into my brain.

"He fingered me harder!", Aradhya panted, her hips bucking against my face. "Faster. His other hand was on my hip, holding me in place. I could feel his breath on my back, hot and heavy. He kept talking, telling me how tight I was, how wet."

I moaned against her pussy, imagining the scene. Mr. Banerjee's fingers pumping in and out of my wife's cunt, her juices coating his hand.

"I tried to hold back.", Aradhya gasped. "I didn't want to cum. But his fingers... fuck, Ari, they felt so good. He found that spot inside me and just... just hammered it."

I increased my efforts, determined to make her cum as she recounted her infidelity. My tongue flicked rapidly over her clit as my fingers mimicked Mr. Banerjee's movements.

"I came so hard.", Aradhya cried out. "My legs were shaking. I could hear myself moaning, begging for more. My pussy clenched around his fingers, Ari. I came all over his hand, dripping down my thighs."

"Fuck, Aradhya!", I growled. "Did you like it? Did you like being his little slut?"

"Yes!" Aradhya cried out, her body arching off the bed. "Yes, I loved it. I'm sorry, Ari, I'm so sorry, but it felt so good."

I redoubled my efforts, determined to make her cum. My tongue flicked rapidly over her clit while my fingers fucked her mercilessly. Aradhya's thighs clamped around my head, her body shaking as she approached her peak.

"Cum for me!", I commanded. "Cum while you think about Mr. Banerjee's fat fingers inside you."

With a keening wail, Aradhya obeyed. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she came, her body wracked with powerful spasms. I worked her through it, lapping up her juices, imagining Mr. Banerjee's taste mixed with hers. As her orgasm subsided, I moved up her body, my cock achingly hard but untouched. I knew from past experience that entering her now would end things far too quickly. Instead, I focused my attention on her breasts, my hands kneading the soft flesh as I leaned down to capture a nipple between my lips. Aradhya arched into my touch, her body still sensitive from her intense orgasm. I sucked hard on her nipple, feeling it pebble once again against my tongue. My other hand squeezed and massaged her other breast, fingers pinching and rolling the nipple.

"Gosh, Ari….", Aradhya moaned, her hands tangling in my hair. The sharp pleasure-pain made her whole body jerk. Her hands fisted in the sheets as I slowly drove her mad with my touches.

I switched breasts, lavishing the same attention on her other nipple. As I sucked and licked, I couldn't help but imagine Mr. Banerjee's mouth there, his fat lips wrapped around Aradhya's nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.

"There's more, isn't there?" I panted against her skin, my breath hot on her damp flesh. "Tell me everything, Aradhya. Every dirty detail."

Aradhya squirmed beneath me, her hips rolling, seeking friction. I pressed my thigh between her legs, giving her something to grind against as I continued to worship her breasts.

"Yes.", she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair. "There's more. So much more."

"Tell me.", I demanded, my voice rough with lust. "I want to know everything he did to you. Everything you did for him."

Aradhya hesitated for a moment, her body tensing beneath me. I redoubled my efforts on her breasts, sucking and licking, determined to drive her wild with pleasure until she spilled every sordid detail.

"He... he wanted more," Aradhya finally admitted, her voice breathy and strained. "Wanted me to suck his cock!"

"Did you?" I asked, dreading and anticipating the answer in equal measure.

"Not right away.", Aradhya gasped, grinding harder against my thigh. "I refused initially. But..."

"But what?", I prompted, switching breasts again, my tongue swirling around her nipple.

"But he kept pushing.", Aradhya admitted. "Kept touching me, groping me. I... I started to enjoy it, Ari. I liked the attention, the way he looked at me like he was starving and I was a feast."

My wife then told me how she blew him that night. Much like what I saw in the video. She narrated those too, much to my arousal. At the end of her narration, I asked, "Why? Why did you really do it?"

Aradhya turned to face me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I didn't want him to know about your... desires.", she whispered. "I thought if I gave him what he wanted, he wouldn't dig deeper. And... and part of me liked it. Liked being dirty and slutty without you knowing."

"Will you do it again?"

Aradhya's eyes widened in surprise. "I... I don't know. Do you want me to?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. My cock throbbed painfully, betraying my body's answer even as my mind reeled. Unable to contain myself any longer, I surged forward, positioning myself between my wife’s spread legs.

"Ari, wait-", she started, but her words were cut off by a sharp gasp as I thrust into her in one swift motion. The feeling of her wet, velvety heat engulfing me was overwhelming. I groaned loudly, my hips jerking erratically as I buried myself to the hilt inside her. Aradhya's pussy clenched around me, still sensitive from her earlier orgasms.

"Fuck, Aradhya!", I panted, my voice strained. "You feel so good."

I managed only a few frantic thrusts before the familiar tightening in my balls signalled my impending release. Embarrassment and arousal warred within me as I realized how quickly it was happening.

"I'm gonna- I can't-", I stuttered, my hips snapping forward one last time.

With a strangled cry, I came hard, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her. The intensity of my orgasm left me breathless and shaking, spots dancing behind my eyelids.

As the fog of pleasure began to clear, I became aware of Aradhya's hands stroking my back soothingly. I lifted my head to meet her gaze, seeing a mix of understanding and something else - a knowing glint in her eyes.

"Oh, Ari…", she murmured, a small smile playing at her lips. "I think I have my answer."

I felt a flush creeping up my neck, partly from embarrassment at my lack of stamina, but mostly because I knew she was right. My actions had spoken louder than any words could have. As I rolled off her, spent and sticky, the reality of what had just transpired began to sink in. We'd crossed a line, opened a door that couldn't be easily closed. The thought of Aradhya with Mr. Banerjee - or perhaps others - was no longer just a fantasy.

"We should talk about this.", I said softly, even as my eyelids grew heavy with post-orgasmic drowsiness.

Aradhya nodded, curling into my side. "Tomorrow.", she agreed. "We'll figure it out tomorrow."

[fuckandforget]

Excellent. She did not make her cuckold. He is making her whore.

[jiivajothii]

Finally she admitted. Bring humiliation of the husband rather than projecting as if both are togetherly doing a social service.

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[vishuvanathan]

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The next morning, I woke up early, my mind still reeling from the revelations of the previous night. I decided to work from home that day, knowing we needed to have a serious conversation about what had been happening. As I brewed coffee in the kitchen, I heard my wife stirring in the bedroom.

She emerged, tousled and sleepy-eyed, wearing one of my old t-shirts that barely covered her ass. My cock twitched at the sight, memories of last night flooding back.

"Morning.", she mumbled, accepting the mug of coffee I offered her. "You're not going to the office?"

I shook my head. "Thought we should talk about... you know."

Aradhya nodded, a mix of emotions flitting across her face. We settled on the couch, a careful distance between us. The air felt thick with unspoken words and lingering desire.

"So," Aradhya began, her fingers tracing the rim of her mug. "How did you find out? About... Mr. Banerjee and me?"

I hesitated, my mind racing for a plausible explanation that didn't involve revealing the hidden cameras. "I, uh... I noticed some... stains on your clothes when I was doing laundry.", I lied, hoping my face didn't betray me. "And then I saw how Mr. Banerjee was looking at you the other day. I put two and two together."

Aradhya's cheeks flushed, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh gosh, Ari... I'm so sorry. I should've been more careful."

I nodded, feeling a twinge of guilt for the deception. "It's okay. I just... I wish you'd told me."

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry, Ari. I know I should've told you from the beginning."

"Why didn't you?", he asked, genuinely curious despite knowing more than I was letting on.

Aradhya took a deep breath. "Honestly? At first, I was ashamed. I didn't want to admit that I'd let him touch me again. But then...", she paused, biting her lip.

"Then what?", I prompted, my heart racing.

"Then I started to enjoy it.", she admitted quietly. "I've been... Gosh, Ari, I've been so fucking horny lately. Ever since Harpreet left-"

I nodded, feeling a surge of heat as Aradhya mentioned his name. The image of the burly, hairy plumber flooded his mind - his thick beard, the dark curls of hair visible beneath his sweat-stained tshirt, those large, calloused hands. I swallowed hard, picturing those hands on my beautiful dusky wife. "And Mr. Banerjee filled that void?"

She laughed, a short, bitter sound. "As much as a fat, aging landlord can, I guess. But it was... exciting. The way he looked at me, like he was starving and I was a feast. It made me feel desired that an older man like him wants me too." Aradhya's eyes darkened with lust. "And he's rough, Ari. He doesn't ask permission. He just... takes. His hands are always grabbing, squeezing. He likes to leave marks."

I shifted uncomfortably, my arousal warring with jealousy. "And you like that?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. "I do. It's so different from how you touch me. It's... primal."

"What else?", I asked, needing to know more even as part of me screamed to stop.

Aradhya hesitated, then continued. "He likes to humiliate me. Calls me names. Makes me beg for it."

"Like what? What does he call you?"

"He calls me 'randi' (whore). Sometimes 'chinal' (slut). When he's really worked up, he'll growl 'bhadvi' (bitch)."

The curse words sent a jolt of arousal through me. "And you let him?"

She nodded, her breathing quickening. "I love it, Ari. I love being his dirty little slut."

The admission hung in the air between us, heavy with implications. I took a deep breath, trying to process everything.

"Do you want to keep seeing him?", I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

My wife's kohl eyes widened in surprise. "I... I don't know. Do you want me to?"

The question echoed our conversation from last night, and I felt my face heat up as I remembered my own reaction. "I think...", he said slowly, "that I'm more turned on by this than I should be."

A small smile played at her lips. "I noticed.", she said, her eyes flicking to the obvious bulge in my pants.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain some semblance of control. "It's just... I can't believe how much you've changed, Aradhya. Remember how reserved you were before all this started?"

Her face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and excitement in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

I leaned in, my voice low and teasing. "Well, just over a month ago, before Harpreet came to fix our pipes, you were so... proper. So prim and proper. And now look at you."

She bit her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Ari, I-"

"Now you're letting that hairy, working-class plumber have his way with you.", I continued, my cock hardening as I spoke. "And not just him. You're even letting that fat bastard landlord finger-fuck your tight cunt."

Aradhya moaned, her hand sliding between her legs. "Fuck, Ari... when you say it like that-"

"Like what? The truth?", I grinned, enjoying her reaction. "That my prissy wife's turned into a cum-hungry tease, doing everything but letting them pound your needy cunt?"

She gasped, squirming in her seat. "Yes... fuck yes, I have."

I grabbed her wrist playfully, pulling her hand away. "Tell me again, you naughty whore! What slutty things have you done with our old landlord's cock?"

Aradhya's eyes darkened with lust. "I've... I've let him grope my tits, Ari. Shoved his stubby fingers in my wet pussy. I've sucked his wrinkly dick, swallowed his bitter cum. But I haven't... we haven't fucked. Not yet."

My cock throbbed as he pictured it. "But you want to, don't you, you little slut? You want that flabby fuck to stretch your tight pussy?"

Aradhya nodded, panting. "Yes," she moaned. "Fuck yes, Ari. I want to feel his cock inside me. I want Harpreet's cock inside me! I want both their dicks splitting me open, using me like the whore I've become."

My face turned into a wry smile. "Good girl." She smiled at my response, her eyes heavy with lust.

"But, Ari...are you sure about this?", she asked, her hand resting on my thigh. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable."

I took a deep breath, considering her words. Was I sure? No. But the thought of Aradhya with our old portly landlord, submitting to his desires, made my cock throb with need. "I'm sure.", I said finally. "But promise me you'll be careful. And that you'll always come back to me."

Aradhya leaned in, pressing her lips to mine, in a soft, sweet kiss. "Always," she murmured against my mouth. "You're my husband, Ari. My love. This... this is just sex."

I nodded. "Good. But we need rules. Boundaries."

"Of course," she agreed quickly. "What did you have in mind?"

We spent the next hour hashing out the details. No unprotected sex. Everything had to happen at our apartment. She had to tell me everything that happened. And most importantly, she could stop at any time, no questions asked. As they talked, he felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.

I pulled her closer. As our kiss deepened, I couldn't help but wonder what I'd unleashed. Would this strengthen our relationship, or tear us apart? Only time would tell.

For now, though, I had lost myself in the familiar curves of my wife's body, trying to push aside thoughts of Mr. Banerjee's hands on her skin. As Aradhya straddled my lap, her wet heat pressing against my hardness, I made a silent vow to himself. I would protect her, no matter what. And if Mr. Banerjee stepped out of line, he would learn just how far I was willing to go to keep my wife safe.

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The following morning, I woke up early, my mind already racing with plans. As Aradhya sleepily kissed me goodbye before heading out for groceries, I felt a pang of guilt. Once she was gone, I sprang into action. As mentioned before, the camera in the bedroom closet had stopped working a couple of days ago, and I'd been itching to fix it.

I headed to the bedroom, my heart pounding. The tiny camera was barely larger than a button, hidden among the clutter on the middle shelf of the closet. I carefully took it down, examining it for any obvious damage. As I worked on repairing the camera, I couldn't help but think about what I might see through this lens once it was working again: my wife, her skin flushed and glistening as she changed clothes; our landlord's pudgy hands roaming over her body if he ever dared to enter our bedroom, etc. My cock twitched at the thought, and I felt a mixture of arousal and shame.

It took me longer than expected to get the camera properly fixed and reconnected to the app on my phone. By the time I was done, I was sweating and my hands were shaking slightly. I checked the feed one last time, ensuring I could see everything clearly. Just as I was putting away my tools, I heard the front door open. Panic surged through me and I quickly closed the closet door and sprawled on the bed, trying to look natural as my wife entered the bedroom.

She eyed me curiously, her brow furrowing slightly. "Are you okay, Ari? You look a bit frazzled."

I forced a smile, hoping she couldn't see the guilt in my eyes. "Oh, I just finished exercising.", I lied smoothly. "Thought I'd squeeze in a quick workout while you were out." She nodded, seemingly satisfied with my explanation. As she turned to put away some clothes, I pulled out my phone, ostensibly to check emails. In reality, I was opening the camera app, making sure the feed was still working. The rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation and anxiety. I tried to focus on work, but my mind kept drifting to the camera in the bedroom. As lunchtime approached, Aradhya called me to the kitchen. The aroma of her homemade curry filled the air, but my appetite was for something else entirely.

"Ari," she began, her voice soft as she ladled food onto their plates, "are you really okay with... you know... what's been happening when Mr. Banerjee visits our apartment?"

I swallowed hard, my cock twitching at the mere mention of their illicit encounters. "Of course, love. I want you to be satisfied, even if I can't... fully provide that myself." The words stuck in my throat, a bitter reminder of my inadequacies in bed.

Aradhya's eyes softened, a mix of understanding and gratitude flickering across her face. "You're so good to me, Ari. I never thought you'd be so understanding about my... needs."

I reached across the table, taking her hand in mine. "Your happiness is what matters most to me, Aradhya. If exploring with others is what you need to feel fulfilled, then I support you."

She squeezed my hand, her eyes glistening with emotion. "Thank you, Ari. It means so much to hear you say that. You know I love you, right? This doesn't change that."

We ate in companionable silence for a few moments, the weight of our conversation hanging in the air. Then, almost imperceptibly, the atmosphere began to shift. A mischievous glint appeared in Aradhya's eye.

"You know," she said, her tone lighter now, "I can see how much it turns you on. The way your breath quickens when I mention Mr. Banerjee coming over... it's pretty obvious, Ari."

Heat rose to my cheeks, but I didn't deny it. "Maybe a little," I admitted, my voice husky.

Aradhya leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "A little? Come on, Ari. I've seen how hard you get when you come home after he's been here. Tell me, what part excites you most? Is it picturing that fat old landlord's hands on me in our own living room?"

I groaned softly, feeling myself hardening beneath the table, shame and arousal mingling in my gut. "Fuck, Aradhya. You know what you're doing to me."

She giggled, pulling back slightly. "Or maybe it's Harpreet you like thinking about? That tall, muscular Punjabi plumber pleasuring me with his big, rough hands right here on our sofa?"

"Shoot!", I muttered, my cock now fully hard. "You're such a tease, you know that?"

Aradhya's eyes danced with amusement. "You love it though, don't you? Your prim and proper wife turning into such a satisfied slut in our own home."

I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a growl, trying to mask my insecurity with bravado. "Careful, babe. You keep this up, and I might have to bend you over this table and remind you who you belong to."

She licked her lips, eyes dark with desire. "Maybe that's what I want, Ari. Maybe I want my husband to try his best while I tell him all about how other men have made me feel."

The tension between us was electric, charged with unspoken desires, forbidden fantasies, and the ever-present knowledge of my shortcomings. But we both knew this wasn't the time or place to act on them. Instead, we let the moment simmer, savoring the anticipation.

"Well," I said, my voice rough with restrained lust and a hint of resignation, "I guess we'll have to save that for another time, won't we?"

Aradhya nodded, her cheeks flushed. "I guess we will. But don't think I'll forget about this conversation, Ari. I plan to collect on that promise, however long it lasts."

We finished our lunch, the air thick with unresolved sexual tension and unspoken truths. As we cleaned up, our hands brushed against each other more often than necessary, each touch sending sparks through my body. I couldn't help but think about the camera in our bedroom, wondering what secrets it might reveal the next time Mr. Banerjee visited while I was away. The thought both terrified and thrilled me, and I found myself looking forward to his next unexpected drop-in with a mixture of dread, anticipation, and shameful excitement.

[vishuvanathan]

Very nice update. When Aradhya comes to know her husband spying her through cameras, definitely she will start hating him.

[vishuhrny97]

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[magneticpersonality]

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[Paty@123]

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[Arul Pragasam]

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[incest_cuck]

We finished our lunch, the air still thick with unresolved tension. I was helping Aradhya clear the table when her phone chimed. She reached for it, and I half-expected it to be our landlord, Mr. Banerjee. But as soon as she saw the screen, her eyes widened with excitement.

"Oh my gosh, Ari!", she breathed, her fingers hovering over the phone. "It's Harpreet. He's back in the city." I could feel the heat rising in my own cheeks, a mixture of anticipation and something darker, more primal. "Should I... should I reply?", she asked.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself against the kitchen counter. "Yeah.", I said, my voice slightly hoarse. "Yeah, you should."

My wife bit her lip, her fingers poised over the keyboard. "What should I say?"

I moved closer, peering over her shoulder at the screen. "Ask him when he got back. Keep it casual."

She nodded, typing out a quick message: "Hey Harpreet! Welcome back. When did you get in?"

We waited, the seconds ticking by agonizingly slow. Then the phone chimed again.

"Ji, madam-ji! Me come back yesterday night only. Kiven ho tussi?", Harpreet's reply read, his broken English mixed with Punjabi making Aradhya smile.

I could feel her body heat as she leaned back slightly, her back almost touching my chest. "Tell him you've been thinking about him.", I murmured, my breath hot against her ear.

She shivered slightly but did as I suggested. "I've been good. Actually... I've been thinking about you."

The reply came faster this time. "Accha? What kind thinking u do? Good-good thinking, na?"

She turned to look at me, her eyes wide. "Ari, are you sure about this?"

I nodded, my mouth dry. "Go on. Tell him."

She took a shaky breath before typing: "The kind of thoughts that aren't appropriate for a married woman."

We both held our breath as we waited for Harpreet's response. When it came, it was bold despite his limited English: "Oho! Naughty-shaughty thinking, haan? Me also doing same-to-same for u, madam-ji. Remembering ur soft dusky skin, how u taste."

I could feel Aradhya's pulse quicken. She looked at me again, seeking guidance. "Ask him what else he's been thinking about.", I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.

She typed the message, her fingers trembling slightly. The brutish plumber's reply was almost immediate: "Me thinking ur bhooree-bhooree (dusky-dusky) skin. Ur khushboo (smell). How feel when me touching u last time on couch. Mmmm."

Aradhya gasped softly, and I could see the flush deepening on her cheeks. She turned to me again, her eyes dark with desire. "Ari, this is... this is getting intense."

I swallowed hard, nodding. "I know. It's okay. Keep going."

She hesitated for a moment before typing: "I've been thinking about your hands too. And... other parts of you."

Harpreet's response made us both catch our breath: "Oye hoye! Me want seeing u, madam-ji. Not only soching. Real-real dekhna. Want tasting u again like last time."

Aradhya's hand shook as she held the phone. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "Ari... what should I do?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "Invite him over. Tomorrow. I'll be at the office all day."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure? Really sure? You know we've... done things before."

I nodded slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. "I meant what I said before, Aradhya. I want you to be happy. To be... satisfied. And I know you two haven't gone all the way yet."

She searched my face for a long moment, then turned back to her phone. "I'm free tomorrow afternoon if you want to come over.", she typed.

We waited in tense silence for Harpreet's reply. When it came, it was simple but loaded with meaning: "2 baje me coming. Bilkul ready rehna (be ready), madam-ji."

Aradhya set the phone down on the counter, her hands shaking slightly. She turned to face me fully, her expression serious. "Ari, you know what this means, right? If he comes over tomorrow... it's not just going to be like last time. We're talking about going all the way."

I nodded, my mouth dry. "I know."

She took a step closer to me, her voice low and intense. "We're talking about sex, Ari. In our home. In our bed."

I felt a twinge of jealousy mixed with an undeniable surge of arousal. "I understand.", I said softly. "Just... be careful, okay?"

My wife's beautiful eyes softened as she caught my meaning. "Of course. I'll make sure we use protection."

I nodded, relief mingling with the cocktail of emotions swirling in my chest. "Good."

She reached out, cupping my face in her hands. "Are you really okay with this, Ari? Because if you're not, I can call it off. You're more important to me than any of this."

I leaned into her touch, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, I met her gaze steadily. "I'm okay with it. I want you to be happy, Aradhya. To have what you need."

A slow smile spread across her face, and she leaned in to kiss me softly. "You're amazing, you know that?"

I returned her smile, even as my heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. "Just promise me one thing?"

"Anything.", she said immediately.

"When I get home tomorrow night... tell me everything. In detail."

Aradhya's eyes darkened with desire, and she nodded. "I promise. Every single detail."

She turned back to her phone, typing out a quick message to confirm the time with Harpreet. His reply came swiftly: "Theek hai, 2 baje pakka. Me bringing special gift for u, madam-ji. U liking very much, promise."

As she set the phone down again, I could see the excitement radiating from her. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that I wasn't the one who could make her feel this way, but seeing her so happy... it was worth it.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation and nervous energy. We went about our usual routines, but there was an undercurrent of tension, of unspoken thoughts and desires. Every time our eyes met, I could see the mixture of gratitude and excitement in Aradhya's gaze. As we prepared for bed that night, the air was thick with unspoken words. Aradhya moved around the room, laying out her clothes for the next day with extra care. I watched her from the bed, my heart aching with a mixture of love, desire, and a twinge of jealousy.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?", I asked softly as she slid into bed beside me.

She turned to face me, her expression thoughtful. "A little.", she admitted. "But mostly... I'm excited. Is that awful of me?"

I reached out, tracing the curve of her cheek. "No, it's not awful. It's... it's kind of hot, actually."

Her eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with desire. "Yeah? You like thinking about it?"

I nodded, feeling my face flush. "I do. I can't help it."

She moved closer, her body pressing against mine. "Tell me what you're thinking about now.", she whispered.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "I'm thinking about Harpreet's hands on you. About how he'll make you feel. The sounds you'll make."

Aradhya moaned softly, her hand sliding down my chest. "What else?"

"I'm thinking about how wet you'll be for him.", I continued, my voice rough with desire. "How he'll stretch you open, fill you up in ways I can't."

She gasped, her fingers digging into my skin. "Ari..."

"I'm thinking about how many times he'll make you cum.", I whispered, my own arousal building despite the twinge of shame. "How you'll look when you're completely satisfied."

Aradhya crushed her lips to mine, kissing me deeply. When she pulled back, her eyes were blazing with lust. "I love you so much, Ari. You know that, right?"

I nodded, pulling her close. "I know. I love you too."

We fell asleep tangled together, the anticipation of tomorrow humming through both of us. As I drifted off, I couldn't help but wonder what the hidden cameras would capture, what secrets they would reveal. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me, even as sleep claimed me.

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Morning had come too quickly, and soon I was preparing to leave for work. Aradhya was already up, fussing with her hair and makeup more than usual. I shuffled into the kitchen, still groggy, and put the kettle on for my morning tea. As I waited for the water to boil, I couldn’t help but notice how intently my wife was working on her appearance. Her dusky skin glowed in the early morning light, and she was applying her makeup with more care than I had seen in months. I was just pouring the hot water over my tea bag when she entered the kitchen. The look on her face stopped me cold. Her eyes were blazing with a mixture of anger and hurt, and in her hand, she was holding something small and black. My heart sank as I realized what it was—the tiny hidden camera I had placed in our bedroom closet.

"What the fuck is this, Arijit?!", my wife demanded, her voice low and dangerous.

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Things are getting heated up here. Will the wife confront the husband about the camera or use it to her own advantage?

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