Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[AjitKumar]

Very good update. Now she will hate the husband and humiliate him. Only way to escape is he can say it is for safety of her from the strangers.

[Namard pati]

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[incest_cuck]

I set down my mug, my hands suddenly shaky. "Aradhya, I can explain—"

"Explain?", she cut me off, her voice rising. "Explain why there's a fucking camera hidden in our closet? Are you spying on me?"

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "It's not what you think—"

"Oh, it's not? Because what I think is that my husband doesn't trust me. That he's been watching me without my knowledge or consent. Is that not what's happening here?"

I could see the hurt in her eyes, the betrayal, and it cut me to the core. "Aradhya, please, just let me explain."

She crossed her arms, the camera still clutched tightly in one hand. "Fine. Explain."

I leaned against the counter, trying to gather my thoughts. "A couple of days ago, I noticed something… off about you. You were acting strange, secretive. I couldn't shake the feeling that you weren't being entirely honest with me."

Her eyes narrowed. "So instead of talking to me about it, you decided to spy on me?"

I shook my head, frustration evident in my voice. "That's not fair, Aradhya. I did ask you if anything was wrong. Multiple times. But you kept denying it, insisting everything was fine. What was I supposed to do?"

She looked away, a flicker of guilt crossing her face. "I... I didn't think you'd noticed."

"Of course I noticed!", I said softly. "I know you. Better than anyone. I could tell something was off."

Aradhya sighed, her shoulders slumping. "You're right. I should have been honest with you from the start. I just... I was afraid of hurting you."

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to keep my emotions in check. "You've already admitted to the affair with Mr. Banerjee. But I think there's more you haven't told me, isn't there?"

She bit her lip, avoiding my gaze. "What do you mean?"

"I saw things, Aradhya.", I said, my voice low. "Things you didn't mention. Like how… thoroughly you enjoyed yourself with him."

Aradhya's cheeks flushed dark, and she shifted uncomfortably. "I... yes. There were some things I left out. Some acts that I wasn't sure how you'd react to."

I took a deep breath, seeing the guilt and anxiety etched on my wife's face. "Hey, it's okay.", I said softly, reaching out to take her hand. "I've seen it all in the video. You don't need to explain or justify anything."

Aradhya's eyes widened, a mix of relief and embarrassment washing over her features. "You… you saw everything?"

I nodded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Everything. Including the, uh, more intimate acts with Mr. Banerjee."

She looked down, her cheeks flushing dark. "Oh gosh, Ari. I'm so sorry. I should have told you—"

"Shhh....", I interrupted, lifting her chin to meet her gaze. "You didn't need to apologize. I meant what I said before - I wasn't angry about the affair itself. I was just glad we were being honest now."

Aradhya searched my face, looking for any sign of deception. "You're really okay with... all of it? Even the parts where I...", she paused, unable to voice the more explicit details.

I felt a jolt of arousal at the memory of what I'd seen on the video. "I was more than okay with it, Aradhya. Seeing how much you enjoyed yourself, how passionate you were... it was incredibly erotic."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "I wasn't. In fact, knowing how much pleasure you got from those encounters... it's incredibly arousing. It only made me more excited about your plans with Harpreet today."

Aradhya's breath hitched, her pupils dilating slightly. "You still want me to go through with that?"

"Absolutely!", I said, my voice low and husky. "I wanted you to enjoy every second of it. And I want to see it all."

She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if... what if I end up doing the same things with Harpreet that I did with Mr. Banerjee?"

I felt a rush of heat through my body. "Then do it. Don't hold back. I want you to experience every pleasure you desire."

Aradhya's lips parted slightly, her breathing quickening. "Ari... you have no idea how much this meant to me."

I pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all my love and acceptance into it. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless.

"Now," I said, my voice rough with desire, "tell me more about what you had planned with Harpreet today. I want to know exactly what I'd be seeing on that camera feed..."

Aradhya's eyes gleamed as she leaned in, her voice low but clear. "So, for Harpreet, I was thinking..." She launched into a detailed description of her plans, each word making my pulse quicken. I couldn't help but interject my own ideas, each more daring than the last. Her breath caught, her dusky skin flushing with excitement as our fantasies built upon each other.

"Fuck, Ari!", she said, eyes wide. "I had no idea you were so... inventive."

I grinned, pulling her in for another deep, passionate kiss. "Have fun, baby.", I murmured against her lips. "Can't wait to see it all."

With a final squeeze of her ass, I grabbed my briefcase and headed out, my mind buzzing with anticipation for what the hidden camera would capture.

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As I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet before me, my mind kept drifting. The clock seemed to be moving at a glacial pace, each minute dragging by agonizingly slow. I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen at 2:00 PM. My body thrummed with nervous energy, anticipation coiling tight in my gut. At 1:30 PM, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I dialed my wife's number. She picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, baby.", her voice came through, a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just... checking in.", I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You ready for, uh, your appointment?"

There was a pause, then Aradhya's laugh, low and throaty. "Ari, you naughty boy. Have you been watching the video feed already?"

I felt my face flush. "Actually, no. I wanted to keep the mystery alive, you know? Build the anticipation."

"Oh...", she said, sounding surprised. "I thought... never mind. Are you sure you're okay with this, Ari? It's not too late to call it off."

I took a deep breath, steeling my resolve. "I'm more than okay with it, Aradhya. Whatever happens, happens. I want you to enjoy yourself, alright? Don't hold back on my account."

I could almost hear her smile through the phone. "Okay. Thank you, Ari. I love you."

"I love you too.", I replied, then hung up, my heart racing.

The next half hour crawled by, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, mercifully, 2:00 PM arrived. I stood up abruptly, mumbling something about needing the restroom to my confused coworker. I practically sprinted to the bathroom, locking myself in the furthest stall. With shaking hands, I undid my belt and lowered my pants, sitting on the closed toilet lid. I pulled out my phone, navigating to the app that connected to our hidden cameras. The feed loaded, showing me two views - one of our bedroom, the other of the living room. Aradhya didn't know about the second camera, and a thrill of guilty excitement ran through me at the thought. For fifteen agonizing minutes, I watched Aradhya pacing nervously in the bedroom. She was wearing a soft pink robe, similar to the one she had on a couple of weeks ago. My breath caught as I remembered what she was likely wearing underneath. At 2:15 PM, the doorbell rang. I watched as my wife took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked to the front door. She opened it, revealing Harpreet standing there.

The Punjabi plumber was even more imposing than I remembered. He towered over Aradhya, his broad shoulders filling the doorframe. His thick, dark beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes... they were fixed on my wife with an intensity that made my stomach flip. As soon as the door closed behind him, the atmosphere changed. Harpreet's posture shifted, becoming more predatory. Aradhya, in contrast, seemed to shrink slightly, her body language submissive.

[Sumit22]

Best story i have ever read