Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[Navipal007]

Due to popular demand, I will continue to write this story from where I left off. Thank you for your continued support and I will try to reply to some of the comments from now on to keep the readers engaged.

Thank you bro. You don't know how much relief this has provided to the fans of this story.

[Anu.007]

Great story bro…

[bhola647]

It's great to see you continue writing. The fertility test angle seems like a good way to keep the tension going. Thanks a lot incest_cuck for writing.

To Readers: Let's keep the conversation going with more feedback. That way, we can steer the story in a positive way while keeping the author interested in his writing. Thanks.

[Anu.007]

Waiting

[Sarran Raj]

Good that you decided to stop this. After some time turning cuck, the story cannot drag. It will be boring.

[primeOne]

please post new update

[incest_cuck]

I'd made an appointment with our family doctor weeks ago, driven by a mix of curiosity and insecurity. After our pregnancy scare with Harpreet, I couldn't shake the nagging question – what if I couldn't give Aradhya a child even if she wanted one? Now, with Tashan back in the picture, that insecurity felt more pressing than ever. So, on a day when my wife was out running errands (and a small, paranoid part of me wondered if she was really meeting Tashan), I made my way to the doctor's office.

The wait was excruciating. As I sat in the sterile examination room, I couldn't help but think about my wife and her ex. Were they together right now? Was he touching her the way I'd imagined, his large hands exploring her body in ways I never could?

When the doctor finally entered, his expression was grave. My heart sank before he could even open his mouth.

"Mr. Chowdhury…", he began, his voice gentle. "I'm afraid I have some difficult news."

As he explained the results of my test, using words like "azoospermia" and "infertility," I feel as if I was underwater. The doctor's voice seemed to come from far away, muffled and distorted.

"There are treatments we can try.", I heard him saying, but I barely registered anything. All I could think about was my wife. She had always wanted children. As I left the doctor's office, my mind reeled with the implications of what I'd just learned. The word "infertile" echoed in my head, a cruel reminder of my inadequacy. How do I tell Aradhya? Should I tell her at all? And what does this mean for us, for our future?

The next few days passed in a haze of anxiety and self-doubt. I caught myself staring at my wife when she wasn’t looking, wondering if she could sense the change in me. Does she somehow know? Can she tell that I'm less of a man now? I tried to act normal, but everything felt off-kilter. Our conversations were stilted, our intimacy strained. Aradhya noticed, of course. She'd always been perceptive.

"Ari, is everything okay?", she asked done evening, her brow furrowed with concern.

I forced a smile. "Just stressed about work.", I lied, hating myself for the deception.

She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

I nodded, burying my face in her hair to hide the tears that threatened to spill. If only she knew.

Days turn into weeks, and still, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. The secret festered inside me, poisoning every interaction. And all the while, I couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that something was going on with Aradhya and Tashan. She was on her phone more often, smiling at messages when she thought I wasn’t looking. I told myself it was innocent, just old friends catching up. But the seeds of doubt had been planted, and it was growing with each passing day.

Then, one lazy Sunday afternoon, it happened! My wife was in the shower, and I was lounging on the bed, half-heartedly scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, her phone chimed with a new message. I glanced over, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Tashan's name on the screen. Before I could stop myself, I reached for her phone. I hesitated for a moment, guilt warring with curiosity. But the need to know overpowered everything else.

I unlocked her screen – a trick I’d learned online, feeling simultaneously clever and ashamed. The chat window opened, and as I scroll through the messages, my heart raced faster with each passing moment. The latest exchange caught my eye, something far more explicit than I'd anticipated:

Tashan: Gosh, Aradhya. I can't stop thinking about you. About that gorgeous body of yours.

Aradhya: Tashan... we shouldn't be talking like this.

Tashan: I know, but I can't help it. Remember how good we were together? The way you'd moan when I touched you?

Aradhya: That was a long time ago...

Tashan: But I bet you still sound just as sexy. Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it.

Aradhya: Tashan!

Tashan: Come on, baby. Don't tell me you don't think about it too. About my hands on your tits, my cock inside you...

There was a long pause before Aradhya's next message, and I could almost feel her hesitation through the screen.

Aradhya: I... I'd be lying if I said I never thought about it.

Tashan: That's my girl. Why don't you show me what I'm missing? Send me a little something to keep me going.

Aradhya: I don't know...

Tashan: Come on! For old times' sake. Just one little pic.

Another pause, even longer this time.

Aradhya: Fine. But just one. And nothing too revealing.

My hands shook as I scrolled down, dreading and anticipating what I might find. And there it was – a photo of Aradhya in a lacy green bra, her cleavage on full display. The angle was artful, teasing, showing just enough to drive a man wild with desire.

Tashan: Fuck me. You're even hotter than I remember. Those tits... God, I want to bury my face in them.

Aradhya: Tashan! You can't say things like that.

Tashan: Why not? It's true. I bet your nipples are hard right now, aren't they?

Aradhya: ...Maybe.

Tashan: Touch them for me. Pinch them like I used to.

Aradhya: I shouldn't...

Tashan: But you want to, don't you? Come on, baby. Do it for me.

There was a gap in the conversation, and when Aradhya responded, I could almost hear the breathlessness in her voice.

Aradhya: Okay. I did it.

Tashan: That's my girl. God, I wish I was there. I'd make you feel so good baby.

Aradhya: Tashan, we have to stop. This isn't right.

Tashan: Don't you want me, baby? Don't you miss my cock inside you?

Aradhya: Of course I do, but... I'm married now.

Tashan: That doesn't have to stop us. We could meet up, just once. For old times' sake.

Aradhya: I can't. It wouldn't be fair to Arijit.

Tashan: He doesn't have to know. Come on, Aradhya. One night. That's all I'm asking.

There was another long pause, and I held my breath, terrified and aroused by what my wife might’ve said next.

Aradhya: I... I need to think about it.

Tashan: Take all the time you need, baby. But know that when you're ready, I'll be here. Waiting to make you scream my name again.

That's where the conversation ended, and I was left staring at the screen, my mind reeling. The explicit nature of their exchange, the photo, Aradhya's hesitant but clear interest – it was all so much more than I'd expected. As I continued scrolling up, I saw more photos being exchanged. Each one Was slightly more revealing than the last. My gorgeous, sexy wife in a low-cut top. My beautiful wife in a bikini at the beach. My smoking hot wife in a tight dress, pouting at the camera.

With each image, Tashan's comments become more suggestive, and Aradhya's responses more flirtatious.

Tashan: Damn, baby. That dress is killer. Your husband is a lucky man.

Aradhya: You think so?

Tashan: I know so. I can't stop staring at this picture.

Aradhya: Maybe I should send more then...

Tashan: Please do. You know I can never get enough of you.

My hands shook as I scrolled through the chat.

Tashan: Remember that red lingerie set you used to have?

Aradhya: Gosh, that was ages ago. I can't believe you remember that.

Tashan: How could I forget? You looked incredible in it.

Aradhya: I don't even know if it still fits...

Tashan: Only one way to find out ?

Aradhya: Tashan! You're terrible.

Tashan: Come on, for old times' sake. I bet you still look amazing in it.

There was a long pause after this message, and I held my breath again, dreading what would come next. Finally, she responded.

Aradhya: I shouldn't...

Tashan: But you want to, don't you?

Another pause, even longer this time.

Aradhya: Maybe...

Tashan: Do it. I promise I'll delete it right after.

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I scrolled down, terrified of what I might see next. But instead of a photo, there was just another message from her.

Aradhya: I can't, Tashan. It wouldn't be right.

Tashan: I understand. I'm sorry if I pushed too far.

Aradhya: It's okay. I just... I need to remember I'm married now.

Tashan: Of course. I respect that. But just know, if you ever change your mind...

Aradhya: Tashan...

Tashan: Sorry, sorry. I'll behave. But can I at least say how gorgeous you look in that last picture you sent?

Aradhya: I suppose that's harmless enough.

Tashan: You're stunning, Aradhya. Truly breathtaking.

Aradhya: Thank you. It's nice to hear sometimes.

Tashan: Doesn't Arijit tell you?

Aradhya: He does, but... it's different coming from you.

My stomach churned at her words. Different how? Better? More exciting? I scrolled frantically, looking for more, but that's where the conversation ended. I stared at the phone, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, jealousy, hurt – they all swirled together, threatening to overwhelm me. But underneath it all, there was something else. A shameful, twisted excitement that I couldn't quite suppress. I imagined Aradhya posing for these pictures, knowing Tashan would see them. Did she get a thrill from it? Did she think of him when she was choosing her outfits, when she was angling the camera just so?

And Tashan – confident, assertive Tashan. So different from me. I could almost hear his deep voice saying those flirtatious words, could almost see the way my wife must’ve blushed when she read them. The sound of the shower turning off snapped me back to reality. I quickly placed her phone back where I found it, my hands shaking.

As I heard her moving around in the bathroom, I tried to process what I'd just discovered. The flirtatious messages, the revealing photos – it was all so unlike the Aradhya I know. Or thought I knew. But then again, isn't this exactly what happened with Harpreet? With Mr. Banerjee? It had been so long since we had a sexcapade with them that I had almost forgotten how she was.

I thought back to our conversations about her college days, about her "fling" with Tashan. How much did she really tell me? How much was still hidden? The bathroom door opened, and my wife emerged, wrapped in a towel. She smiled when she saw me, and my heart clenched.

"Hey, you," she says, leaning down to kiss me. "What have you been up to?"

I forced a smile, hoping she couldn't see the turmoil in my eyes. "Oh, you know. Just browsing the internet."

She nodded, then turned to her dresser. As she dropped her towel to get dressed, I couldn't help but stare. Is this the body she'd been showing off to Tashan? The body that he remembered, that he still desired after all these years?

And then another thought hit me – a thought so shocking, so arousing, that I had to bite back a gasp.

[Ananthukutty]

Finally husband is not only a cuck, but an impotent too.

[Eswarraj3372]

Nice update... please continue

[Sparrow89]

Great story. Good writing. Please continue.

[WankerBoy]

Great story... Next time try to post bigger update please... Thank you..

[bhola647]

The new update is quite titillating to say the least as Ari’s impending cheating comes to light. However, I expected some good news for the hubby regarding his medical issues, but then again you did put it out with a glimmer of hope for the husband at the end. I hope, the hubby gets his medical shit together before the impregnation happens! Haha!

All in all, I expect more sexual tension and action in the next update and I hope that the author delivers with some raunchy updates soon!

[Deepak Sanjeev]

This is the problem. If the husband is cuck or impotent, the wife should divorce him immediately. Otherwise, these men will make them as whore.

[incest_cuck]

Thank you all for your support. Next update will be posted soon.

[incest_cuck]

I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice. "Aradhya, can we talk for a minute?"

She looked at me, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "Of course, Ari. Is everything okay?"

I patted the bed beside me, and she sat down, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. The scent of her shampoo wafted over me, familiar and comforting, even as my mind raced with the unfamiliar territory we were about to enter.

"I... I couldn't help but notice you've been chatting with Tashan a lot lately.", I began, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands.

My beautiful wife’s doe-shaped eyes widened, a blush creeping up her neck. "Oh, Ari, it's nothing. We're just old friends catching up."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what would come next. "Aradhya, love, I saw the messages. And... the photo."

She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Ari, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to go that far. It was just... I don't know. A moment of weakness, I guess."

I reached out, taking her hand in mine. It felt soft, warm and familiar. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not angry. In fact, I... I want to talk about it."

She looked at me, confusion evident in her eyes. "Talk about it? What do you mean?"

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "I know we decided to stop... you know, the affairs and the stories. But seeing those messages, it made me realize something. I... I miss it. The excitement, the thrill. And I think maybe you do too."

She bit her lip, a gesture I'd always found irresistible. "Ari, I don't know. After what happened with Harpreet..."

The memory of that night flooded back – the broken condom, the panic, the relief when Aradhya's period finally came. I squeeze her hand gently. "That was an accident, love. A one-in-a-million chance. And besides, I... I have something to tell you about that."

Aradhya's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the revelation I was about to make. "I went to the doctor last week. For a... a fertility test."

Her eyes widened. "Ari, why didn't you tell me? We could have gone together."

I shook my head and said, "I wanted to be sure before I said anything. And, well... it turns out I can't have children. I'm infertile."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and final. My wife’s hand tightened around mine, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Ari. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

I shrugged, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I didn't know how. I was afraid... afraid you'd be disappointed. That you'd want to leave me for someone who could give you a family."

She pulled me into a fierce hug, her damp hair tickling my cheek. "Never. I love you, Ari. Children or no children, that will never change."

We stayed like that for a long moment, holding each other, processing the weight of this revelation. When we finally pulled apart, I cupped her face in my hands, wiping away a stray tear with my thumb.

"I love you too, darling. More than anything. And that's why... that's why I want you to be happy. To have everything you want in life."

She looked at me, confusion evident in her eyes. "What are you saying?"

I took a deep breath, "I'm saying that if you want to... explore things with Tashan, or anyone else for that matter, I'm okay with it. More than okay, actually. I... I want you to."

Aradhya's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. "Ari, are you sure? After everything that happened before..."

I nodded, surprised by how certain I felt. "I'm sure. The thing with Harpreet, it scared us both. But now, knowing that I can't... that there's no risk of me getting you pregnant... It changes things, doesn't it?"

She bit her lip, considering. "I suppose it does. But Ari, what if... what if I did get pregnant? With someone else's child?"

The thought sent a jolt of arousal through me, mixed with a bittersweet ache. "Then we'd figure it out together."

Tears welled up in Aradhya's eyes again, but this time, there was a spark of something else there too. Excitement, maybe? Hope? "Ari, I don't know what to say. This is... it's a lot to take in."

I pulled her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I know, love. And we don't have to decide anything right now. I just want you to know that the option is there. If you want it."

We sat in silence for a while, holding each other, the weight of possibility hanging between us. Finally, my wife spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tashan’s... been pretty persistent."

I couldn’t help the twitch of excitement I felt at the mention of his name. "Well, if you're interested... maybe we could invite him over sometime. Just to talk, see how things go."

Aradhya pulled back, studying my face. "Are you sure about this, Ari? Really sure?"

I nodded, surprised by how steady my voice was. "I am. I want you to be happy, love. And if Tashan can give you something I can't... well, I want you to have that."

She was quiet for a long moment, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but determined. "Okay. Let's... I’ll invite him over. Just to talk."

The decision made, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooded through me. She pulled out her phone, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Should I... should I message him now?"

I nodded with a smile.

She typed out a quick message, trying to keep her hands from shaking: “Hey Tashan. I was wondering if you'd like to come over for drinks sometime this week. Let us know if you're free."

She hit send before I could second-guess myself, then showed me the screen. "Now we wait, I guess."

We didn't have to wait long. Less than a minute later, her phone buzzed with Tashan's reply:

"Sounds great! How about Friday at 8?"

I looked at Aradhya, raising an eyebrow in question. She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She typed back: "Friday at 8 works perfectly. See you then."

As she set the phone down, the reality of what we had just done began to sink in. My wife and I looked at each other, a mix of excitement, nervousness, and something else – something primal and electric – passing between us.

"So.", I said, my voice slightly husky. "What are you planning to wear?"

She laughed, the tension breaking slightly. "I don't know about you, but I think I need to go shopping. If we're doing this, I want to look my best."

I pulled her close, breathing in the clean scent of her skin. "You always look beautiful, love. But if shopping will make you feel more confident, then by all means."

She kissed me then, soft and sweet, but with an undercurrent of heat that made my toes curl. When we broke apart, she rested her forehead against mine. "Thank you, Ari. For understanding. For... for everything."

I stroked her cheek, marveling at the love I felt for this woman. "Always, Aradhya. Whatever happens, we're in this together."

As she got up to get dressed, I couldn't help but watch her move, imagining Tashan's eyes on her body, his hands where mine had been so many times before. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and I found myself counting the days until Friday. The rest of the week passed in a blur of anticipation and preparation. My wife did indeed go shopping, coming home with bags from Westlife and a few other high fashion stores. She modeled the lingerie for me, each set more tantalizing than the last, and I couldn't help but imagine Tashan's reaction when he’d see her in them.

For my part, I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, stocking the bar with top-shelf liquor and making sure the bedroom looked immaculate. I even changed the sheets, opting for the silky Egyptian cotton set we usually save for special occasions.

By the time Friday rolled around, the air in our apartment was thick with tension and excitement. Aradhya emerged from the bathroom in a form-fitting black dress that hugged every curve, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She was wearing the ruby pendant I gave her for our anniversary, the stone nestled in the hollow of her throat.

"How do I look?", she asked, giving a little twirl.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Absolutely stunning. Tashan won't know what hit him."

She blushed, smoothing her hands over the dress. "And you're sure about this? We can still call it off if you've changed your mind."

I crossed the room to her, taking her hands in mine. "I'm sure. Are you?"

Aradhya nodded, a mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. "I am. It's just... it's been a while, you know? Since we've done anything like this."

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "We'll take it slow. Nothing has to happen tonight if you're not comfortable."

She smiles, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "You're right. No pressure, just... exploration."

As I left for work, I couldn't help but glance back at my stunning wife, imagining her getting ready for her date with one of her ex-lovers. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me, mixed with a twinge of anxiety. The workday dragged by, each minute feeling like an hour. I couldn't focus on anything, my mind constantly wandering to what might be happening in our apartment. Was Tashan there yet? What were they talking about? Had he kissed her? Touched her?

I found myself reaching for my phone countless times, wanting to text her, to ask for details, but I stopped myself each time. I promised her space, and I intended to keep that promise. By the time lunch came around, I was a bundle of nerves. I couldn't eat, couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was Aradhya and Tashan, alone in our apartment. Were they in the living room, or had they moved to the bedroom? Was Aradhya still wearing the outfit I picked out, or had Tashan peeled it off her, revealing the lace beneath?

The questions swirled in my mind, driving me to distraction. I wish I still had the cameras in the apartment, a way to see what was happening. But after the incident with Harpreet, we agreed to get rid of them. Now, I was left to my imagination, which proved to be both torturous and arousing.

As the afternoon wore on, I found myself inventing excuses to leave early. But each time, I talked myself out of it. This was Aradhya's time, her exploration. I needed to respect that, no matter how much it was killing me not to know what's happening.

By the time 5 o'clock rolls around, I was practically vibrating with tension. I raced out of the office, my mind already at home. What will I find when I get there? Will Tashan still be there? Will I see evidence of their encounter, or will Aradhya have tidied everything away?

As I drove home, my mind raced with possibilities. Whatever I find, I knew one thing for certain – our lives would never be the same after today. And despite the anxiety churning in my gut, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at what the future might hold.

[bhola647]

The storytelling in this update has been consistently engaging, with a compelling writing style that draws the reader in. However, as the plot unfolds, it's starting to incorporate some familiar tropes commonly found in cuckold/hotwife stories. While these elements can be effective, relying on them too heavily might make the story feel less distinctive and reduce the tension that's been building. The narrative has shown a lot of promise so far, and it would be great to see the next update continues to carve out its own unique path, adding fresh twists and surprises to keep the reader invested. I'm looking forward to seeing where the story goes from here, and hoping it will maintain its edge and originality.

[Yesudoss]

The wife should dump/divorce that impotent bastard and marry a real man and give birth to his child.

[incest_cuck]

The wife should dump/divorce that impotent bastard and marry a real man and give birth to his child.

He's the safe option. Makes decent money and is a kind person.

[Nesamanikumar]

He's the safe option. Makes decent money and is a kind person.

But is that a woman need. A woman always need a man that can rule her and make her feel alive, orgasm multiple in bed and give an healthy child. This husband did not possess even a single of these. 

[Solotrubator]

Don't make her divorce the impotent husband and make it a cinematic ending. Here in your story the Husband is open for everything. So story should continue in the direction of meeting multiple men and wife doing kinky stuffs to seduce those men that can make the husband happy. An adult story should have these elements which can fulfill everyone, the Readers , the Characters and the Author as well. As of now your writing is good. carry on the good work.