Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[primeOne]

great update

[ricah43165]

JUST WONDERFUL. KEEP IT UP, MAN.
Wish the husband hadn’t removed the spy cams—he could’ve sat in his office and enjoyed watching the tempting scenes happening at home. until now, Aradhya held herself back from taking things further with Tashan, but with her husband’s approval now, she can reignite those wild, passionate moments of their past.

[primeOne]

When will you give the update?

[Paty@123]

Update plz

[incest_cuck]

I pulled into the driveway, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The sight of Tashan's car in the parking lot sent a jolt through me. “He's still here”, I thought, “After hours alone with my wife, he's still in our home.”

My hands shook as I fumbled with my keys, nearly dropping them as I approached the front door to our unit. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before entering. The moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere hit me like a wall – thick with tension, heavy with unspoken truths. The living room was empty, but I could hear muffled voices coming from the kitchen. I moved slowly, each step feeling like I'm wading through molasses. As I rounded the corner, I saw them.

My wife was leaning against the counter, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly disheveled. She was still wearing the red wrap dress I picked out this morning, but it was slightly askew, as if it'd been hastily retied. Her lips were swollen, her eyes bright with a mix of excitement and... perhaps guilt?

Tashan stood nearby, his muscular frame towering over Aradhya. He was buttoning up his shirt, his fingers moving deftly over the fabric. When he saw me, he froze for a split second before continuing, a flicker of something – embarrassment? defiance? – crossing his face.

"Ari!", Aradhya's voice was breathless, higher than usual. "You're home early."

I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, I... I finished up quicker than expected."

Tashan turned to face me, and I couldn't help but notice the way his shirt clung to his broad chest, a few buttons still undone at the top. "Arijit", he said, his deep voice rumbling through the kitchen. "Good to see you, man."

I nodded, unable to form words. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension. I could smell my wife's perfume mingling with something muskier – Tashan's cologne, perhaps? Or something more... primal?

"I was just leaving.", Tashan said, breaking the awkward silence. He turned to Aradhya, and I watched as his hand brushed against hers, lingering for just a moment too long. "Thanks for having me over. It was... nice catching up."

Aradhya nodded, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. "Of course, dear. Anytime."

The word 'dear' hung in the air between us, loaded with possibilities. I felt a twinge in my gut – jealousy? excitement? – as I watched them exchange a look that spoke volumes.

Tashan moved toward the door, and I stepped aside to let him pass. As he did, I caught a whiff of his scent – a mixture of expensive cologne and something else, something that made my stomach clench with the realization of what it might be. At the door, Tashan paused, turning back to me. "Arijit…", he said, his voice low. "You've got a hell of a wife there. Take good care of her."

Before I could respond, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. The sound echoed through the suddenly silent house, leaving Aradhya and me alone with the weight of what'd just happened. I turned back to my wife, really looking at her now. Her skin was glowing, a fine sheen of sweat still visible on her collarbone. The wrap dress had slipped slightly, revealing more of her cleavage than usual. I could see the edge of the black lace bra I picked out this morning, and my mouth went dry at the thought of Tashan seeing it, touching it.

"Ari…", Aradhya said softly, taking a step toward me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, my throat tight. "Yeah, I... I'm fine. How was your day?"

Aradhya bit her lip, a gesture that usually drove me wild. Now, it just reminded me of what those lips might have been doing earlier. "It was... interesting.", she says carefully. "Tashan and I, we... we talked a lot."

I moved closer to her, drawn in by some magnetic force I couldn't explain. "Just talked?", The words come out huskier than I intended.

Aradhya's eyes meet mine, a mix of guilt and defiance in them. "Not... not just talked. Ari, I... we..."

I held up a hand, stopping her. "It's okay.", I said, surprised by how steady my voice was. "You don't have to explain. I... I want to know, but not right now. Not like this."

My wife nodded, relief washing over her face. She reached out, taking my hand in hers. Her skin was warm, softer than usual. Has Tashan touched these hands? Kissed them? The thought sends a shiver through me.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?", Aradhya asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "With... what happened?"

I took a deep breath, considering the question. Am I okay with it? The thought of Tashan touching my wife, kissing her, possibly even... My mind shied away from the specifics, even as my body reacted to the images.

"I think so.", I said slowly. "It's... it's a lot to process. But seeing you now, how happy you look... It's what I wanted for you."

My wife’s eyes filled with tears, and she threw her arms around me. I held her close, breathing in her scent. Underneath her familiar perfume, I caught a whiff of something else – a musky, masculine scent that could only be Tashan's. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This was real. This happened. My wife was with another man, in our home, just hours ago. And now she was in my arms, her body still humming with the aftermath of whatever transpired between them.

I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. They were bright, alive in a way I hadn't seen in weeks. Despite the confusion swirling in my gut, I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me at the sight.

"You look... different.", I said, my voice husky. "Happy."

Aradhya blushed, ducking her head. "I am happy.", she admitted. "But also... conflicted. I love you, Ari. So much. What happened with Tashan, it was... intense. But it doesn't change how I feel about you."

I nodded, my throat tight. "I know, love. I know."

We stood there for a long moment, holding each other in the kitchen where, just minutes ago, Aradhya was with another man. The air around us was thick with unspoken words, with the lingering presence of Tashan.

Finally, I broke the silence. "Do you... do you want to talk about it now?"

Aradhya looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, Ari."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "I'm sure. I want to know. Everything."

My wife nodded, taking my hand and leading me to the living room. We sat on the couch, and I couldn't help but wonder if this is where she and Tashan sat earlier. Did they kiss here? Did his hands roam over her body on this very cushion?

"Where do you want me to start?", she asks, her voice soft.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "From the beginning. When he arrived."

Aradhya took a deep breath. "Okay. Well, he got here around 10. I was nervous, so I'd had a glass of wine. When I opened the door..."

(Aradhya's narration begins)

When I opened the door, my heart started fluttering as I took in the sight of Tashan. He stood there, towering over me at almost a foot taller, his imposing figure accentuated by a crisp white shirt that hugged his muscular frame. His dark eyes roamed over me, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Aradhya", he breathed, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "You look... incredible."

I felt my cheeks flush, acutely aware of how the red wrap dress clung to my curves. I ducked my head slightly, suddenly feeling shy. "Thank you, Tashan. You look quite handsome yourself. Please, come in."

As he stepped inside, his cologne washed over me - a heady mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him. My skin tingled with anticipation, but I tried to keep my composure.

"Can I get you a drink?", I asked, leading him to the kitchen. "I've just opened a bottle of wine."

Tashan's hand brushed against my lower back as we walked, and I felt a jolt of electricity. I moved slightly ahead, maintaining a small distance between us.

"Wine sounds perfect.", he said, his voice low and intimate.

In the kitchen, I could feel his eyes on me as I poured the wine. When I turned to hand him his glass, he was closer than I expected. Our fingers brushed, and I quickly pulled my hand back, feeling a rush of heat to my face.

"To old friends.", Tashan said, raising his glass.

"And new beginnings.", I added, my voice barely above a whisper. I took a sip of wine, using the glass to hide my flushed cheeks.

We sipped our wine, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. Tashan leaned against the counter, his eyes never leaving mine. I found myself fidgeting with the stem of my wine glass, unsure where to look.

"Do you remember that night in Delhi?" he asked suddenly. "The one at Priya's party?"

I felt a rush of heat flood my body, memories of that night crashing over me. "How could I forget?  You saved me from that awful blind date Priya set me up with." I said softly, my voice trembling slightly.

Tashan's smile turned predatory. "I remember thinking how beautiful you looked that night. That red saree... I couldn't take my eyes off you."

My breath caught in my throat. "Tashan...", I murmured, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

He set down his wine glass and took a step closer. I instinctively took a small step back, my back hitting the kitchen counter. "I've thought about that night so many times over the years, Aradhya. About how you felt in my arms, how you tasted..."

I swallowed hard, my body reacting to his words and the memory of that night - the night I'd given him my virginity. "I... I've thought about it too.", I admitted, my voice barely audible.

Tashan's hand came up to cup my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. I trembled at his touch, torn between the urge to lean into it and the instinct to pull away. "And now here we are.", he murmured. "No more barriers between us."

I looked up at him through my lashes, my heart racing. His lips hovered inches from mine, his breath warm on my face. His lips met mine, gentle at first, then growing more insistent. I hesitated for a moment before responding, my hands coming up to rest lightly on his chest. Tashan's hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, his height difference allowing him to envelop me completely.

I broke the kiss, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. "Tashan, wait," I gasped. "This is... it's all happening so fast."

Tashan pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "We've waited years for this, Aradhya.", he said, his voice husky. "Don't you want this?" I bit my lip, torn between desire and guilt - remembering what happened between me and Harpreet. Tashan's hand came up to cup my cheek again. "Then why did you invite me here?", Tashan asked, his voice low and intense. "Why did you let me in?"

I looked up at him, feeling small and vulnerable under his towering frame. "Because I... I still want you.", I whispered. "But I don't know if I can do this."

Tashan's lips found mine again, and this time I didn't resist. I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt as he backed me up against the kitchen counter. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of wine and raw passion. I gasped as Tashan's hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He gripped my hips, lifting me onto the counter with ease, his height and strength making it effortless. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, my earlier hesitation fading in the face of overwhelming desire.

"Aradhya.", he groaned, his lips moving to my neck. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this."

I threw my head back, giving him better access. "Tell me.", I panted, surprising myself with my boldness. "Tell me what you've dreamed about."

[bhola647]

Great update. Waiting for it to get more raunchy!

[primeOne]

need bigger update

[vishuvanathan]

Very well written

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya's narration continues)


Tashan's hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. I shivered, both from his touch and from the thrill of doing something so forbidden. "I've dreamed of tasting every inch of you.", he growled. "Of making you scream my name like you did that night at Priya's."

His words sent a flood of heat through me. I tugged at his shirt, torn between desire and the last vestiges of my guilt. "Tashan", I whimpered. "I... I want you, but..."

Tashan pulled back, his eyes dark with desire but also filled with understanding. "We can take it slow.", he said, his voice rough but gentle. "We have all day."

I nodded, grateful for his patience. "Maybe... maybe we could move to the living room?", I suggested shyly.

Tashan smiled, lifting me off the counter with ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the living room, marveling at how small I felt in his arms. We settled on the couch, Tashan pulling me onto his lap. His hands roamed my back as we kissed, slower now, exploring and savoring. I let my own hands wander, tracing the muscles of his chest through his shirt.

"Do you remember that night in the library?", I asked breathlessly, pulling back slightly. "When we almost got caught?"

Tashan chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. "How could I forget? I wanted to bend you over that study table so badly."

I felt my cheeks flush at his words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through me. "I... I used to think about that sometimes.", I admitted shyly.

Tashan's hands moved to the tie of my wrap dress. "And now?", he asked, slowly undoing the knot. "What do you think about now?"

The dress fell open, revealing the black lace bra underneath. I fought the urge to cover myself, instead meeting Tashan's gaze. "This.", I whispered. "I think about this."

Tashan's eyes darkened as he took in the sight. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered.", he murmured.

His hands roamed my newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shivered, torn between the desire to press closer and the lingering guilt about you, Ari. "Tashan.", I breathed, "I... I'm not sure..."

Tashan's hands stilled, his eyes meeting mine. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, babe.", he said softly. "We can just talk, if you want."

I nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Maybe... maybe we could just kiss for a while?", I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tashan smiled, pulling me close. "Whatever you want, Aradhya darling.", he murmured before capturing my lips in a tender kiss.

We spent the next several minutes like that, trading slow, deep kisses on the couch. Tashan's hands stayed respectfully on my waist, while mine explored the muscles of his chest and arms. Gradually, I felt myself relaxing, my earlier nervousness fading into a warm, steady desire.

"Tashan…", I murmured against his lips, "I think... I think I'm ready for more."

His eyes met mine, dark with desire but also filled with care. "Are you sure?", he asked.

I nodded, feeling suddenly shy again. "Yes, but... can we go slow?"

Tashan smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Of course.", he said softly. "We'll go at your pace."

He stood, lifting me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him softly as he carried me to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated skin. Tashan hovered over me, his large frame making me feel deliciously small and protected. "You're so beautiful, Aradhya.", he murmured. "I want to worship every inch of you."

I blushed at his words, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "I... I'm not sure what to do.", I admitted softly.

Tashan's hand cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking gently. "Just feel.", he whispered. "Let me make you feel good, like that first night."

His lips trailed down my neck, across my collarbone. I gasped softly, arching into his touch. "Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.", Tashan murmured against my skin.

I nodded, unable to form words as his hands and lips explored my body. Every touch sent sparks of pleasure through me, building a slow, steady heat in my core.

"Tashan.", I breathed, my hands fisting in the sheets. "Please..."

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with passion. "What do you need, Aradhya?", he asked softly. "Tell me what you want."

I bit my lip, feeling suddenly shy again. "I... I want you.", I whispered. "All of you."

Tashan's eyes met mine, filled with desire and tenderness. "Are you sure?", he asked again. "What about your husband?"

I hesitated for a moment, guilt warring with desire. But in that moment, looking up at Tashan, feeling his body against mine, I couldn't bring myself to stop. "I... I need this.", I breathed. "Please, Tashan. Make love to me."

As Tashan's lips met mine once more, I lost myself in the passion, the desire, the fulfillment of years of longing. His hands roamed my body with a familiarity that belied our years apart, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his thick black hair as our kisses grew more heated. His lean, muscular body pressed against mine, his height allowing him to envelop me completely. I could feel the hard planes of his chest against my softer curves, the contrast sending shivers down my spine. His lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of my dusky complexion.

"Fuck, Aradhya.", he growled, his Punjabi accent thickening with desire. "You taste even better than I remembered."

I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot just below my ear, a blush creeping up my cheeks despite my experience. With Tashan, I always felt like that shy college girl again. "Tashan.", I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please..."

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, slowly inching it upwards. I bit my lip, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he revealed more of my skin. Tashan's eyes roamed over my body appreciatively, his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts beneath my bra.

"Beautiful." he murmured, before lowering his head to press soft kisses along my collarbone.

I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. Tashan's hands caressed my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts teasingly. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As his kisses trailed lower, his hands moved to the clasp of my bra. He looked up at me, silently asking for permission. I nodded shyly, my heart racing with anticipation.

Deftly unhooking my bra, he slowly pulled it away, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened as they took in the sight of my dark brown nipples, already pebbled with arousal.

"Fuck, Aradhya!", he groaned, his voice low and husky. "You're even more gorgeous than I remembered."

Before I could respond, Tashan's mouth was on my breast, his tongue swirling around my sensitive nipple. I gasped, my back arching off the couch at the intense sensation. His hand came up to knead my other breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple in teasing circles. As he lavished attention on my breasts, his free hand trailed down my stomach, tracing patterns on my skin. I squirmed beneath him, my body burning with need. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of my skirt, teasing the sensitive skin there.

"Tashan.", I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Please, I need..."

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. They were dark with desire, a predatory gleam that I remembered all too well from our college days. "What do you need, Aradhya?", he asked, his voice low and rough. "Tell me."

I bit my lip, feeling another blush creep up my cheeks. "I... I need you to touch me more.", I whispered, averting my eyes shyly.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "As you wish.", he murmured.

With agonizing slowness, Tashan unbuttoned my skirt and slid them down my legs, his fingers trailing fire along my skin. I lifted my hips to help him, my heart racing with anticipation. He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart.

"Damn, Aradhya!", he groaned, his breath hot against my most intimate area. "You're so wet for me already."

Before I could respond, his tongue licked a long stripe up my slit. I cried out, my back arching off the bed at the intense sensation. He chuckled against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His tongue then began exploring me with a skill that spoke of experience, finding all the spots that made me writhe and moan. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he slid two long fingers inside me.

"Oh gosh, Tashan!", I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets. "That feels... fucking...aaaaammmaaaaziing"

He hummed in approval, the sound vibrating through me. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I could feel the tension building in my lower belly, a coiling spring ready to snap. Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled back. I whimpered at the loss, my eyes flying open to meet his heated gaze.

"Not yet," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to be inside you when you come."

He sat back on his heels, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed his lean, hairy, muscular torso. My fingers itched to touch him, to trace the lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair leading into his pants. Tashan stood to remove his pants and boxers, and I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him. He was even more impressive than I remembered, his 8-inch cock standing proud and erect. I licked my lips unconsciously, remembering how he had felt inside me all those years ago.

He crawled back onto the bed, his larger frame looming over me. I reached up to touch him shyly, my hands roaming over his chest and down his stomach. Tashan groaned as I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.

"Fuck, babe!", he hissed, his hips bucking into my touch. "If you keep that up, this will be over embarrassingly quickly."

I grinned up at him, feeling a surge of confidence despite my lingering shyness. "Maybe I want that.", I teased softly, my thumb swiping over the head of his cock.

Tashan's eyes darkened, and suddenly he was pinning my hands above my head. "Naughty girl.", he growled, nipping at my earlobe. "I think you need to be taught a lesson."

The shift in his demeanor sent a thrill through me. This was the Tashan I remembered from college - dominant, aggressive, and utterly irresistible. I squirmed beneath him, arousal pooling between my thighs.

[vishuhrny97]

very hotttt. keep posting more updates.

[Kedibillaa]

Lovely one

[primeOne]

very hot update