Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[AjitKumar]

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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.

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I watched, transfixed, as Harpreet reached out, his large hand cupping Aradhya's face. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled her against him, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. She melted into him, her hands coming up to grip his muscular arms. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more primal. I could almost hear the soft moans I knew my gorgeous, once devoted wife must be making.

The low-class plumber’s hands roamed over my wife’s luscious body, one tangling in her hair while the other slid down to cup her ass. He pulled her even closer, grinding against her. Even through the grainy video feed, I could see the bulge in his work pants pressing against her stomach. They soon broke apart, both breathing heavily. Harpreet said something, a cocky grin on his face. Aradhya laughed, then started to lead him toward the bedroom. But Harpreet had other ideas. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him. With a quick movement, he spun her around, pressing her against the living room wall. His large hands fumbled with the tie of her robe, finally managing to undo it. The pink fabric fell open, revealing what was underneath.

My breath caught in my throat.

Aradhya was wearing a tiny red bikini that left little to the imagination. The top barely contained her ample breasts, the soft curves spilling out on either side. The bottom was just a small triangle of fabric, hardly covering anything at all. Her dusky skin gleamed in the afternoon light, and I could see the outline of her hardened nipples through the thin material. Her full lips were painted a deep, seductive red, and her eyes were rimmed with dark kohl, giving her a smoldering, exotic look.

The dirty plumber seemed just as affected as I was. He stepped back, drinking in the sight of her. His hands clenched at his sides, as if he were physically restraining himself from touching her. Aradhya, emboldened by his reaction, let the robe slip from her shoulders entirely. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but that sinfully small bikini. She said something, her red lips curving into a sultry smile. Whatever it was, it broke Harpreet's control. He surged forward, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locking behind his neck as he pressed her against the wall.

The brute’s mouth was everywhere - her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. His beard must have been rough against her sensitive skin, but my wife seemed to revel in it. Her back arched, pressing her body closer to his questing lips. His hands slid up her sides, pushing the tiny bikini top up and over her breasts. He palmed them roughly, his large hands making Aradhya's generous chest look almost small in comparison. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and I watched as her mouth opened in a silent gasp of pleasure.

Not content with just touching, the brutish plumber lowered his head, taking one dark-brown nipple into his mouth. Aradhya's hands flew to his hair, holding him there as her body writhed against the wall. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until my wife was practically vibrating with need. Finally, he began to kiss his way down her body. His beard left a faint red trail on her skin, a visual reminder of his path. When he reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms, he looked up at her, a question in his eyes. Aradhya nodded frantically, lifting her hips in clear invitation.

Harpreet hooked his fingers under the fabric, slowly - torturously slowly - pulling it down her legs. When she was finally bare before him, he put her down, just looking at her. Even through the camera, I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he licked his lips as his gaze roamed over her naked form. My beautiful squirmed under his scrutiny, her thighs pressing together as if seeking friction. Harpreet noticed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His eyes flashed with primal desire as he gazed at her exposed form. Without warning, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, one arm supporting her back while the other hooked under her knees. Aradhya let out a surprised gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support.

Harpreet lifted her effortlessly, cradling her naked body against his broad chest. The size difference between them was striking – my wife looked almost delicate in his muscular arms. Her soft curves pressed against his hard planes, her breasts squished against his tshirt-covered pecs. As he carried her towards the sofa, Aradhya nuzzled into his neck, her lips brushing against his pulse point. I could see her tongue dart out, tasting the salt of his skin. Harpreet's stride faltered for a moment, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

When they reached the couch, the big brute paused. Instead of setting Aradhya down immediately, he held her suspended in his arms. His biceps bulged with the effort, but he showed no sign of strain. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, her lips parted in anticipation. He lowered his head, capturing my wife’s mouth in a searing kiss. Their lips moved together hungrily, tongues tangling in a sensual dance. Aradhya's hand moved to Harpreet's hair, gripping the thick strands as she deepened the kiss.

Finally, Harpreet broke away, both of them panting heavily. With exquisite slowness, he lowered Aradhya onto the sofa. Her body slid against his as he set her down, the friction eliciting a visible shudder from both of them. As soon as my wife’s back hit the cushions, Harpreet moved her in a seating position and then dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands moved to her thighs, gently but firmly spreading them apart. Aradhya didn't resist, allowing him to position her as he wanted.

Her reaction was immediate and intense. Her head fell back against the sofa-head, her hands fisting in Harpreet's hair as her mouth opened in what I was sure was a loud moan. Harpreet's head moved rhythmically, his broad shoulders flexing as he worked. Aradhya's hips bucked against his face, seeking more. She grinded against his mouth, her body trembling with pleasure. The sight was intoxicating. My wife, lost in the throes of passion, being pleasured by this burly, masculine man. I could almost taste her on my tongue, could almost feel the silky smoothness of her thighs against my cheeks.

Aradhya's movements became more frantic, her body tensing. I knew she was close. Harpreet must have sensed it too, because he redoubled his efforts. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he drove her higher and higher.

When my wife finally came, it was with her entire body. Her back arched off the sofa, her thighs clamping around the brutish plumber's massive head as she shook with the force of her orgasm. Even without sound, I could practically hear her cries of ecstasy. Harpreet didn't let up though, continuing to work her through her climax until Aradhya pushed weakly at his shoulders. He stood then, his beard glistening with evidence of her pleasure. The smug satisfaction on his face made my stomach clench with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. As my wife leaned back against the sofa, catching her breath, the plumber began to undress. He pulled his tshirt over his head, revealing a torso corded with muscle and dusted with dark hair. When he removed his pants, I couldn't help but gasp at the size of him. He was huge, easily larger than me in every way. My wife's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. It had been a while since they'd seen each other completely naked.

I watched intently as the scene continued to unfold on the silent video feed. Aradhya reached for Harpreet, her delicate hands stretching towards his muscular form. But the low-class bastard had other ideas. With swift, powerful movements, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. His large, callused hands easily encircled her slender wrists as he pressed his body against hers. The contrast between them was striking. Harpreet's large, hairy form dwarfed Aradhya's smaller, smoother one. His olive skin, darkened from hours working outside, was a stark contrast to her rich caramel complexion. The muscles in his arms bulged as he held her down, while her soft curves yielded beneath him.

I could see my wife's lips moving, whispering something to that animal. At first, his brow furrowed, confusion evident on his rugged features. But gradually, a smile began to spread across his face. It started as a slight upturn of his lips, then grew into a full-blown grin that transformed his entire countenance. Without warning, he released her wrists and scooped her up in his arms again. One arm cradled her back while the other hooked under her knees, just as before, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Aradhya's naked body pressed against his chest, her breasts squishing against his pecs. I could see Aradhya's mouth open in what must have been laughter, her head thrown back in amusement. Her arms wrapped around the brutish man's neck for support as he carried her towards the bedroom. His powerful strides ate up the distance in seconds, his muscular legs flexing with each step.

As they entered the bedroom, I noticed my wife's eyes flick briefly towards the closet where the camera was hidden. A sly smile played on her lips, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly against Harpreet's chest. Her lips moved again, whispering something in his ear as her fingers trailed down his spine. Harpreet's reaction was immediate. A visible shudder ran through his body, and he turned, his broad back now to the closet. He lowered Aradhya onto the bed, his large frame looming over her. But Aradhya, ever the manipulator, had other ideas. She pushed at his chest, urging him to roll over.

Harpreet allowed himself to be maneuvered, ending up on his back with Aradhya straddling his hips. From this angle, the camera had a perfect view of my wife's side, the curve of her ass and her breasts, and Harpreet's impressive erection standing proudly between them. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying tantalizingly. She peppered kisses along Harpreet's jaw, her lips moving from his chin to his ear. Her hand snuck between their bodies, wrapping around his thick shaft. Harpreet's hips bucked involuntarily, his abs clenching with the effort to stay still.

I watched as Aradhya's hand began to move, stroking the low-class plumber's gigantic veiny cock slowly. Her small hand could barely wrap fully around his girth, her fingers not quite meeting as she pumped him. Harpreet's hands came up to grip my wife's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.

My wife shifted her position, sliding down Harpreet's body with feline grace. Her dusky skin glowed in the dim light, a stark contrast against the white sheets. She trailed kisses down his chest, her full lips leaving a glistening path on his skin. Her tongue darted out, circling one of his nipples before she gently nipped it with her teeth. Harpreet's body jerked in response, his hands fisting in the sheets. Aradhya continued her descent, her breasts brushing against his abs as she moved lower. She dipped her tongue into his navel, eliciting a visible shudder from the big man.

Finally, she reached her target. Aradhya's eyes flicked up to meet Harpreet's, a mischievous glint in them as she hovered over his impressive erection. Her breath ghosted over the sensitive head, causing it to twitch in anticipation. With deliberate slowness, my wife extended her tongue, lapping at the pre-cum beading at the tip. Harpreet's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact. Aradhya placed a firm hand on his thigh, attempting to hold him in place as she continued her teasing ministrations. She swirled her tongue around the head, tracing the ridge with meticulous attention. Then, without warning, she took him into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

Harpreet's reaction was immediate and intense. His back arched off the bed, a silent groan visible in the way his mouth opened and his eyes squeezed shut. His hand moved to Aradhya's head, fingers tangling in her dark hair. Aradhya began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each downward motion. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth. The camera captured every detail - the way her lips glistened with saliva, the bulge in her cheek as the head of his cock pushed against it, the flutter of her eyelashes as she looked up at the brutish low-class plumber through hooded eyes.

In my office bathroom cubicle, I watched with my heart pounding in my chest. My phone screen illuminated my face, and I tried to steady my breath to mask the growing arousal stirring deep within him. A mix of disbelief and envy twisted in my gut as I watched my gorgeous, once devoted wife indulge in another man. I shifted uncomfortably on the cold toilet seat, feeling the heat rise in my ass cheeks. I couldn't look away as my wife's delicate form bobbed rhythmically, clearly lost in the moment, wanting to please this monster of a man. Every lick, every stroke, every bump of her cheek on Harpreet's length was a dagger to my pride, but also a tantalizing glimpse into a world I had, until now, only imagined with a mix of dread and curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder—would she ever look at me like that again? Would I ever taste the same flavor of fire that the low-class plumber was enjoying now?

As these things crossed my mind, Aradhya increased her pace, her head moving faster as she sucked him with obvious enthusiasm. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. Harpreet's hips began to move, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Just when it seemed that brute couldn't take anymore, she pulled back. A string of saliva connected her lips to the tip of his cock for a moment before breaking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk playing on her swollen lips.

Aradhya resisted as Harpreet tried to pull her down onto him. Instead, she got off of him for a second and reached over to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for a moment before extracting a foil packet. With a sly grin, she tore it open with her teeth, then slowly rolled the condom down his throbbing cock, her fingers stroking his length teasingly. She then straddled him again and gradually lifted herself up, positioning his cock at her entrance.

I noticed the way she hesitated, her body instinctively trying to resist the intensity of what was coming. I could see her bite her lip, a flutter of uncertainty shown through her sultry facade. Slowly, torturously, she began to sink down onto him. Her brows knitted as she lowered herself, inching down slowly, her breath quickening. Each tantalizing movement made my heart race as I imagined the sensations they shared — with her walls stretching around the immense girth beneath her. The way she fought to accommodate him was evident; her body quivered, muscles contracting instinctively as they grappled with the overwhelming size. The sight of her struggling to take him completely sent a raw thrill down my spine, igniting a pang of jealousy mixed with deep-seated desire. I could see her wince slightly; she was battling her own pleasure and discomfort, each slow glide heightened by the exquisite tension that tore at the fabric of their connection.

I felt myself getting lost in the moment. The fantasy of being part of this world danced just out of reach, and I yearned to step in, to share in their unholy union, knowing full well it was taboo. Soon, her back arched, giving the camera a perfect view as Harpreet's massive length disappeared gradually into her wet heat. Aradhya's mouth opened once again in a silent gasp, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I could almost hear her moans in my head as the brute's manhood stretched her. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she started to ride him. My wife braced her hands on his chest, her nails raking through the dark hair there. She rolled her hips, grinding down on him in a way that had Harpreet's jaw clenching, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

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[incest_cuck]

As I watched Aradhya writhing in insane pleasure mixed with pain, her dusky skin glistening with sweat, I was acutely aware of my own vulnerable position. My bare ass pressed against the cold toilet seat, pants bunched around my ankles. The chill air of the bathroom stall raised goosebumps on my exposed thighs. Yet, watching her straddle the low-class brute’s massive frame was even more torturous. Her thighs flexing as she rose and fell on him, her breasts bouncing with each drop. My phone shook in my sweaty grip as I drank in how confidently she was riding him, how she had taken complete control.

"Fuuuck...", I moaned weakly, seeing her grab his muscled chest for leverage. Her dark nipples were hard peaks, her head thrown back in abandon as she used his body for her pleasure. His hands engulfed her slim waist, helping lift her onto his thick shaft over and over. My cock pulses painfully as I notice how much bigger his hands are than mine, how they span her ribs so completely. Pre-cum drips steadily now as I watch her grind against him, her ass flexing with each circle of her hips. She never moved like this with me, never showed such raw sexuality. Who am I kidding? My pathetic 5 inches could never satisfy her like his thick monster was. Hell, half the time I'd cum before she even got her panties off, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. But now... fuck...!!!

As their pace increased, my wife leaned forward, changing the angle. This gave the camera an unobstructed view of where their bodies joined. That brutish plumber's thick cock glistened with my wife's arousal as it slid in and out of her. The sight was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic in its repetition. My cock twitched in response, already fully erect. I wrapped my fingers around the base, squeezing tightly to stave off the urge to stroke myself.

The plumber grunted with each thrust, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the rhythm. I’m sure the heavy slap of skin on skin was echoing around the room, each thrust resonating with primal need. A sheen of sweat glistened on both their bodies, highlighting the roughness of the moment, the sheer rawness of their connection. The camera captured every intimate detail, every shudder of pleasure, as her body quaked with the force of their union. His fingers dig into her thighs, leaving marks I would undoubtedly see later. I whimpered remembering how she'd always seem disappointed when I'd shoot my load after just a few thrusts, barely getting her warmed up. But now she had transformed - wild, primal, commanding. Her spine arched as she rode him relentlessly, putting her pleasure on full display. I could almost hear her moans even through the silent video feed.

Harpreet's control finally snapped. With a movement so swift it was almost a blur on the camera, he sat up, wrapping one arm around Aradhya's waist while the other hand tangled in her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing the long line of her throat as he started to thrust up into her forcefully. Aradhya's body bounced with each powerful thrust, her full breasts jiggling enticingly. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his shoulders, her nails leaving angry red trails on his skin. Her mouth opened in what must have been a cry of pleasure, her face contorted in an expression of exquisite agony.

My hips bucked involuntarily, my free hand gripping the edge of the toilet seat to steady myself. The risk of being caught like this - pants down, cock in hand, watching my wife fuck another man for the first time - sent a thrill of excitement through me. My cock even started leaking pre-cum, a drop sliding down my shaft.

The low-class man's hips moved faster, harder. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. My wife's body was like a ragdoll in his arms, completely at his mercy. Yet her face showed nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. As she neared her peak, she turned her head slightly towards the closet, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. It was as if she was looking directly into the camera, sharing this moment of ecstasy. Her body began to tremble, her thighs quivering around Harpreet's hips. I allowed myself one slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. I quickly removed my hand, panting heavily in the enclosed space of the stall. The scent of my arousal mingled with the harsh smell of industrial cleaner. "Not yet", I told myself.

With a final, powerful thrust, that low-class brute pushed her over the edge. Her back arched impossibly far, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came. Her body convulsed in Harpreet's arms, waves of pleasure visibly wracking her frame. He followed soon after, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself inside the condom while he was inside her. They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. Aradhya curled into Harpreet's side, her hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest. She glanced towards the closet one last time, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her fingers trailed down to his softening cock, carefully removing the used condom and tying it off.

I then watched intently as her lips moved, clearly saying something to Harpreet. Though I couldn't hear her words, her expression was unmistakably seductive. The brute's response was visible in the way his body tensed, and his hand gripped her ass firmly, possessively. Aradhya reached over to the nightstand, pulling out another condom from the drawer. Her movements were deliberate, teasing, her fingers lingering as if she was savoring every second, as she tore open the foil packet.

The silent video feed captured every detail as she began to stroke the big muscular man back to hardness. She started slowly, her fingers dancing around the base of his cock, squeezing just right while her thumb teased the sensitive tip. Aradhya leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin, and within seconds, he began to respond, twitching and growing beneath her touch. I could see the tension building in his body, each stroke drawing him back from the brink of fatigue after his previous release.

With intent, Aradhya switched tactics, sinking to her knees while still maintaining eye contact. Her hands continued to pump him expertly, but now she leaned in, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She began with soft kisses, then opened her mouth wider, taking him deeper. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head while her hands expertly stroked the base, sending fiery jolts through his body. I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, watching my wife's eagerness to pleasure another man.

The combination of her mouth and hands worked wonders, and soon enough, I watched as he started to swell in response, the initial glistening softness transitioning into a throbbing hardness. His breath quickened, and his body began to react, surrendering to her irresistible skills. The way she devoured him was a spectacle, her lips glistening as she pulled off, gasping for breath but never missing a beat with her hands. The video feed was a testament to her prowess, capturing every moment of this raw sensuality as Harpreet’s cock transformed under her expert touch. With each lick and stroke, you could see him reaching that precipice of desire again, the way his fingers dug into her hair, urging her onward, indicating just how deep his need ran. Aradhya rolled the fresh condom onto Harpreet's rapidly stiffening cock, her movements slow and purposeful.

The low-class plumber then said something and immediately rolled Aradhya onto her stomach. He grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips to elevate her ass. His large hands kneaded her buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal her most intimate areas. Aradhya turned her head to the side, giving the camera a perfect view of her profile. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted in anticipation.  That ruffian leaned down, his beard brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Then, without warning, he buried his face between her legs. Aradhya's eyes flew open, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of surprise and pleasure. Her hands fisted in the sheets as his tongue explored her folds, lapping up her fluids.

His nose nudged against her clit, sending visible shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His technique was nothing short of masterful. He alternated between broad, flat licks that covered her entire pussy, and pointed jabs of his tongue that delved deep inside her. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as she writhed beneath him. Just as she seemed on the brink of another orgasm, he pulled away. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a predatory grin on his face. Then he positioned himself behind her, the head of his condom-wrapped cock nudging at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, her buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Her back arched off the bed, her face a mask of shocked pleasure. Harpreet didn't give her time to adjust. He started pounding into her with wild abandon, his hips snapping forward with enough force to jolt Aradhya up the bed. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples dragging against the rough sheets. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, finally finding the headboard. She braced herself against it, pushing back to meet Harpreet's thrusts. The camera captured every detail - the way the plumber's abs clenched with each thrust, the jiggle of my wife's ass as his hips slammed against it, the glistening of sweat on their bodies. It was a raw, primal scene of pure lust. The low-class bastard wasn’t just fucking her; he was owning her. With each furious thrust, he was pushing her limits, the head of his cock finding her sweet spot repeatedly. I’m sure she could feel herself unravelling, pleasure building with each demanding push against her g-spot.

If that wasn’t enough, his hand snaked around her body, finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, perfectly in sync with his thrusts. Aradhya's reaction was immediate and intense. Her whole body went rigid, her back arching so far it looked almost painful. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came, her pussy visibly clenching around Harpreet's cock. The brute didn't stop. He continued pounding into her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was a quivering mess beneath him. He was relentless, driving deeper, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder I’m sure, more desperate, drowning out any other noise. It was a filthy, unapologetic display of lust that left no room for anything but raw pleasure.

Finally, he must’ve felt the pressure building within him, the heat pooling. Only then did he allow himself to let go. With a brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside my wife and came, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!!!!", I whispered, my voice barely audible as I started to cum too. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, jizz spurting onto my stomach and thighs. I bit down on my knuckles to muffle my groans, body shuddering uncontrollably. They collapsed onto the bed, both panting heavily. Harpreet rolled to the side, pulling Aradhya with him so that they were spooning. His softening cock slipped out of her, followed by a trickle of their combined fluids. Harpreet's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. He quickly looked down, confirming it - the condom had torn, its tattered remains clinging uselessly to his shaft.

The implications of what just happened hit me like a freight train. My wife, freshly creampied by another man who seemed pleased with this turn of events. Despite the potential consequences, I felt my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. As I watch Aradhya and Harpreet's silent exchange, I knew our lives will never be the same. And a part of me couldn't wait to see what would happen next in this twisted game we'd started.

[gunwinny]

This time, Aradhya will be waiting with harpreet cum in her pussy for her husband to lick and drink and clean.

[santhu304]

Excellent bro

[bhola647]

Good writing bro! Keep up the good work!