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

[incest_cuck]

Thank you guys for all your support. Here is a visual representation of Aradhya and Tashan getting it on:

[primeOne]

bro post longer update

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya's narration continues)


"Please," I whispered, my voice breathy with need. "Tashan, I need you….inside me"

He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my sensitive folds. "Are you sure?", he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "There's no going back after this."

I met his gaze, seeing the mixture of desire and concern in his eyes. In that moment, any lingering doubts vanished. "Mmm… I’m sure.", I said firmly, though my voice trembled slightly. "Please, Tashan. Make love to me."

With a deep, rumbling groan, Tashan pushed into me slowly. “Ahhh!” I gasped aloud, my body stretching to take him, a sharp moan spilling out as I adjusted to his size. He paused when he was fully seated, giving me time to acclimate, and I let out a shaky, “Ohhhh… so full…”

"Fuck, you're tight.", he gritted out, his forehead resting against mine. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, unable to form words, a soft “Mmmph” slipping from me instead. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, pleasure radiating from where we were joined. I rolled my hips experimentally, a needy “Ohhh…” rising from my throat as it drew a deep, guttural groan from Tashan.

"Fuck, Aradhya!" he growled. "You're making me go crazy."

He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. “Ahh… yes…”, I moaned, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me, building the tension that had been interrupted earlier. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust, a desperate “Unnnh… more…” escaping me as I surrendered to the rhythm.

Tashan’s lips found mine in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock. “Mmmph…” I moaned into his mouth, a needy whimper following as my hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust. “Ohhh… Tashan…”

As our passion grew, Tashan’s movements became more forceful. He hitched one of my legs over his shoulder, and I let out a sharp, “Ahhhhhh!”, as the new angle allowed him to hit spots deep inside me that had me seeing stars.

“Tashan…”, I gasped, feeling my orgasm building, “I’m close… please… ohhh…”

He growled, his hips snapping against mine with increased fervor. “Cum for me, Aradhya!”, he demanded, his voice rough. “I want to feel you cumming on my cock.”

His words pushed me over the edge. “Ahhhhhhh! Tashaaaaan!”, I cried out, a loud, quivering moan bursting from me as my back arched, waves of pleasure crashing over me. Tashan continued to thrust through my orgasm, prolonging the sensations until I was a quivering mess beneath him, soft whimpers like “Unnnh… ohhh…” escaping with every breath.

As I came down from my high, I became aware of Tashan’s movements becoming more erratic. His breathing was harsh, his muscles taut with the effort of holding back, and I couldn’t help the faint, “Ohhh… Tashan…” that slipped out as I watched him unravel.

“Aradhya,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to…”

“Ohhh… it’s okay.”, I gasped, still sensitive from my own orgasm, “Cum for me, Tashan… please…”

With a roar, he thrust deep, his body shuddering as he found his release. “Ahhh!”, I moaned softly, feeling him pulsing inside me, the sensation triggering aftershocks of pleasure that drew a quivering “Ohhh… yes…” from my lips.

We lay there for a moment, both panting heavily. Tashan’s weight pressed me into the mattress, but I reveled in it, letting out a contented “Mmmmmm…” as I felt surrounded by him. As we lay tangled together, catching our breath, I felt Tashan’s cock begin to harden again inside me. My eyes widened in surprise and arousal.

“Already?” I gasped, a thrill running through me.

Tashan smirked, his eyes dark with renewed desire. “I’ve waited years for this, Aradhya. Did you think I’d be satisfied with just once?”

Before I could respond, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. His cock slid even deeper, and I let out a shocked “Ohhh!”, as the sensation overwhelmed me. Tashan’s hands gripped my wrists, holding them above my head as he began to move. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one ripping a surprised “Ahhhhhh!” from my throat, laced with a hungry “Unnnh…”, as pleasure crashed through me in waves. The intensity was a stark contrast to my experiences with you. While you, Ari, would be spent by now, Tashan seemed to be just getting started.

"Damn, Aradhya!" Tashan growled, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so goddamn good. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight."

His words sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core. I whimpered, arching into him, silently begging for more. "You like it rough, don't you?", he growled in my ear. "Bet that little nerd husband of yours could never give it to you like this."

I remained silent, feeling a twinge of guilt at his mocking words about you. But the pleasure was too overwhelming to focus on anything else, a soft “Mmmmmm…” slipping out unbidden. Tashan released my wrists, his hands moving to grip my hips instead. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, and I let out a shocked “Aaaahhhhhh!” followed by an aroused “Ohhhhhh… yes…” as the force of his thrust sent pleasure surging through me.

"That's it, baby.", he purred, his accent thickening with lust. "Let me hear you. Show me how much better I fuck you than that scrawny little beta."

He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine with a force that had the headboard slamming against the wall. Each thrust hit spots deep inside me that I didn't even know existed, building a pressure that threatened to consume me.

Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, Tashan pulled out completely. I whined at the loss, my body aching for release.

"On your hands and knees!", Tashan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I complied eagerly, presenting myself to him. Tashan's hands gripped my ass, kneading the flesh roughly before spreading me open.

"Fuck…", he groaned. "You're dripping for me, Aradhya."

Without warning, he slammed back into me. The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, and I let out a startled “Aaaahhhhhh!” that melted into an aroused “Ouuuuuhhhhhh….!” as he hit my g-spot with unerring accuracy, pleasure ripping through me. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as he pounded into me relentlessly. “Unnnnghhhhnh….ahhhh….unghhhh!”, I moaned in surprise at the slight pain, followed by a hungry “Mmmmmm… yesssss…” as it mixed with the intense pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge.

"You like it rough, don't you?", Tashan growled once again in my ear. "You like being fucked hard and deep. Arijit could never give you this, could he?"

I shook my head, unable to form words through the haze of pleasure. It was true - as sweet as you are Ari, we both know our lovemaking had always been quick and gentle. This raw, primal fucking was something insanely different and intoxicating. Tashan's free hand snaked around to rub my clit, and the added stimulation was too much. I came with a scream, my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

But he didn't stop. He fucked me through my orgasm, prolonging it until I was a quivering mess beneath him. Just as the overstimulation became almost too much, he pulled out again. Before I could catch my breath, Tashan flipped me onto my back once more. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, bending me nearly in half as he entered me again.

"One more!", he growled, his face inches from mine. "I want to see your face when you cum for me again."

His thrusts were slower now, but no less intense. Each one dragged along my g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive body. I clung to him, my nails raking down his back as I felt another orgasm building.

"Ta…huffff…Tashan…", I gasped, "I can't... it's too much..."

"You can. You will!", he insisted, his eyes boring into mine. "Cum for me, baby. One more time."

His hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The dual stimulation pushed me over the edge once more, and I came with a silent scream, my body arching off the bed. This time, Tashan followed me over the edge. He thrust deep, groaning my name as he filled me with his release.

We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting heavily. Tashan gathered me in his arms, pressing soft kisses to my forehead and cheeks.

"That was...", I trailed off, unable to find words to describe the experience.

Tashan chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Yeah, it was," he agreed.

As we lay there, basking in the afterglow, I couldn't help but compare this encounter to my experiences with you, Ari. While you're sweet and caring, always attentive to my needs, our lovemaking had never reached this level of intensity. Tashan's stamina and aggression had awakened something in me, a hunger I didn't know I possessed. As we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies glistening with sweat, I felt an insatiable desire for more.

"Fuck, Tashan!", I panted, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. "I can't believe we just did that."

He chuckled, his hand trailing lazily up and down my spine. "Oh, we're far from done, babe.", he growled, his eyes darkening with renewed lust.

True to his word, Tashan proved his exceptional stamina throughout the day. We barely left the bedroom, lost in a haze of passion and desire. Each time I thought we were finished, Tashan would ignite the fire anew with a touch, a kiss, or a whispered promise of pleasure. After our initial encounter, he took me twice more, each time more intense than the last. The second time, he bent me over the dresser, fucking me from behind while I watched our reflection in the mirror. The sight of his muscular body driving into me, coupled with the delicious friction against my clit as I pressed against the wood, sent me into a screaming orgasm that left me weak-kneed and trembling.

The third time, he lifted me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left marks on my back. I came so hard I saw stars, my nails leaving angry red welts down his back. But it wasn't just about his release. Between his own orgasms, he seemed determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body. His tongue and his manhood worked tirelessly, bringing me to climax more times than I could count. By late afternoon, I had lost track of how many times I'd cum, my body hyper-sensitive and trembling at the slightest touch.

We only paused our passionate exploration to grab a quick lunch, raiding the fridge for sustenance before stumbling back to bed, unable to keep our hands off each other. As evening approached, we found ourselves in the kitchen once more. I leaned against the counter, my dress hastily thrown on and only half-zipped, my hair a wild tangle from Tashan's passionate grip. He stood before me, loosely wearing his shirt, his jeans riding low on his hips as he sipped a glass of water. That's when you walked in.


(Aradhya's narration ends)


By the time Aradhya finished her story, we were both breathing heavily. The air between us was charged with an energy I had never felt before. Despite the complexity of emotions swirling within me, I couldn’t  deny the arousal coursing through my body. I looked at my wife, taking in her flushed cheeks, her bright eyes, the way the red dress clung to her curves. She'd never looked more beautiful to me than in that moment, fresh from another man's touch.

"Ari?", her voice was hesitant. "Are you... are you okay?"

I nodded, surprised to find that I was. More than okay, actually. I was... excited. Aroused. Ready to reclaim my wife, to worship every inch of her body that her ex-boyfriend from her college days had touched.

"I'm okay.", I said, my voice husky with desire. "In fact, I'm... I'm more than okay. Aradhya, I... I want you. Now."

My wife's eyes widened, a smile spreading across her face. "Really? You're not... you're not angry?"

I shook my head, pulling her close. "Not angry. Just... incredibly turned on. Is that... is that okay?"

My sweet and sexy wife answered by pressing her lips to mine, her kiss passionate and needy. I responded eagerly, my hands roaming over her body, imagining Tashan's touch, reimagining every detail she had just shared.

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I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the lines of code scrolling across my computer screen. Working from home had its perks, but today I found myself distracted. Something felt off, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what.

A soft ping from my phone drew my attention. I picked it up, expecting a message from a coworker or a friend. Instead, I saw a text from an unknown number:

"We need to talk. Meet me at The Daily Grind coffee shop at 1 PM. It's about Aradhya. "

My heart raced as I read the message. Who was that? And what did they want to discuss about my wife? A part of me wanted to ignore it, to dismiss it as a prank or a wrong number. But curiosity and a gnawing sense of unease compelled me to respond.

"Who is this? How do you know Aradhya?"

The reply came almost instantly: "You’ll understand when we meet. Don't tell Aradhya about this. It's important."

I glanced at the clock. 12:30 PM. I had half an hour to decide what to do. My palms felt sweaty as I weighed my options. Finally, with a deep breath, I made up my mind.

"Aradhya?", I called out, my voice shakier than I'd intended. "I need to run out for a bit. Got a... a lunch meeting with a potential client. I shouldn't be too long."

"Okay, Ari!", she replied from the other room. "Don't forget we have dinner plans tonight!"

I grabbed my keys and headed out, my mind racing with possibilities. As I drove to The Daily Grind, I tried to calm myself. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. But deep down, I knew something significant was about to happen. The coffee shop was bustling when I arrived, the lunchtime crowd filling the air with chatter and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I scanned the room, unsure who I was looking for. That's when I saw him.

Sitting at a corner table, a tall, lean man with sharp features and an air of confidence that seemed to radiate outward. He caught my eye and nodded, gesturing for me to join him. As I approached, I felt a strange mix of intimidation and recognition. "Tashan?", I asked hesitantly as I reached the table.

"Arijit.", he said, his voice smooth and self-assured. "Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat."

I slid into the chair across from him, acutely aware of how small I felt in comparison. "So…", I managed, my voice sounding weak even to my own ears. "What's this about?"

Tashan leaned back, his posture relaxed and self-assured. "I'll get straight to the point.", he said, fixing me with an intense gaze. "I think we both know what's going on between me and your wife."

My stomach dropped. "I... I don't know what you mean.", I stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

Tashan chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "Come on, Arijit. You're a smart guy. You walked in on us the other day. And I'm willing to bet that wasn't the first time Aradhya's had some... extracurricular fun."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "W-What? That's... that's not... I don’t understand what you mean, Tashan.", I couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

"Relax, man.", Tashan said, his tone maddeningly calm. "I'm not here to judge. In fact, I think we might be able to help each other out."

I blinked, confusion momentarily overtaking my panic. "Help each other?"

Tashan nodded, leaning forward slightly. "See, I've been in this situation before. I'm what you might call a 'bull' – I sleep with married women, with their husbands' knowledge and consent."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady myself. "What?!", I croaked.

"It's more common than you might think.", Tashan continued, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. "Lots of couples find it... exciting. And from what I can tell, you and Aradhya might already be exploring that dynamic."

My mind raced back to Harpreet the plumber, to our landlord. How did Tashan know? "I don't... We're not...", I sputtered.

Tashan held up a hand, silencing me. "Let me finish. I'm proposing an arrangement. One where everyone gets what they want. Aradhya gets to explore her desires, you get to indulge in your... shall we say, voyeuristic tendencies, and I get to enjoy your beautiful wife."

The cafe suddenly felt too hot, too crowded. I loosened my collar, struggling to breathe. "This is insane.", I muttered.

"Is it?", Tashan countered, his voice low and persuasive. "Think about it, Arijit. You've already let Aradhya sleep with other men. You've watched her, haven't you? Enjoyed seeing her pleasure? I’ve been doing this for years. I have enough experience to realize who is and isn’t a cuckold – another term that you may or may not be familiar with."

I felt a flush creep up my neck, remembering the hidden camera footage of Aradhya with Harpreet. The mix of jealousy and arousal I'd felt watching it.

"It's okay to admit it.", Tashan pressed. "There's no shame in it. In fact, it's incredibly erotic. Imagine watching your wife writhe in ecstasy, knowing you're giving her that gift. Knowing you're secure enough in your relationship, to let her explore her deepest fantasies."

His words stirred something in me, a dark desire I'd tried to ignore. "But... but you're her ex.", I protested weakly.

Tashan grinned, sensing my resolve weakening. "Exactly. Think how hot that would be for her. For both of you. The forbidden fruit, right there for the taking."

I shook my head, trying to clear it. "This is crazy. I can't... We can't..."

"Why not?", Tashan challenged. "You're already halfway there, Arijit. Why not go all the way? Let Aradhya experience the kind of pleasure she's always dreamed of. Let yourself fully embrace this side of you."

I sat there, torn between shock, anger, and a growing sense of excitement I couldn't quite suppress. Tashan's words painted vivid pictures in my mind – my sweet, homely wife, flushed and moaning beneath him, while I watched from the shadows.

"I... I need time to think.", I finally managed.

Tashan nodded, seeming satisfied. "Of course. Take whatever time you need. But don't take too long. An opportunity like this doesn't come around every day."

He stood, towering over me. "Think about it, Arijit. Think about how good it would feel to fully embrace this side of yourself. To give your wife everything she desires. To be the kind of man who has enough faith in himself to let his wife explore her wildest fantasies."

With that, he walked away, leaving me sitting there, my world turned upside down. As I watched him walking back, I couldn't help but notice the confidence in his stride, the way other patrons' eyes followed him. As I finally stood to leave, my legs felt shaky, I realized that Tashan had awoken something in me. Something I couldn't ignore. Something that would change everything.

The walk home was a blur. My mind raced with images – Aradhya and Tashan together, their bodies intertwined. Me, watching from the shadows, consumed by a potent mix of jealousy and arousal. I found myself outside our apartment, key in hand, frozen in indecision. What would I say to Aradhya? How could I even begin to broach this subject?

Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. My wife looked up from her book, smiling at me. "Hey, hon. How was lunch with your client?"

I opened my mouth, ready to spill everything. But the words caught in my throat. "Fine.", I managed. "Just fine."

As I retreated to my home office, Tashan's words echoed in my mind. "Think about it, Arijit. Think about how good it would feel..."

And despite myself, I was thinking about it.

***

That night, as my wife and I settled into bed, my mind was still reeling from my conversation with her ex who had just fucked her a few days ago. I watched as she slipped on her favorite silk nightgown, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that never failed to stir something in me. She caught me staring and smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"See something you like?", she teased, climbing into bed beside me.

I pulled her close, inhaling the scent of her lavender shampoo. "Always.", I murmured, my lips finding hers.

The kiss started soft, gentle, but quickly deepened. Her tongue slid against mine, igniting a familiar heat in my core. My hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. She moaned softly into my mouth, pressing herself against me. I slid my hand lower, pushing up her nightgown to caress her thigh. Her breath hitched as my fingers brushed against her center, feeling the dampness already gathering there. Slowly, teasingly, I began to stroke her, my thumb circling her clit as I slipped a finger inside her.

"Mmm, Arijit.", she sighed, her hips rocking against my hand. "That feels so good."

I watched her face as I pleasured her, mesmerized by the way her lips parted, the flush creeping up her neck. It was moments like these that made me question my earlier conversation with Tashan. How could I even consider sharing this? But then, unbidden, an image flashed in my mind – Aradhya, writhing in ecstasy beneath that hunk’s lean, sinewy frame. The thought sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through me, and I found myself adding a second finger, curling them inside her.

She gasped, her back arching. "Oh gosh, yessssss….", she moaned. "Right there."

I continued my ministrations, building her pleasure slowly, steadily. But even as I focused on her reactions, my mind was racing. How could I bring up what had happened today? Should I even mention it at all?

"Sweetheart", I said softly, my fingers still moving inside her. "There's something I need to tell you."

She opened her eyes, looking at me curiously. "Mm? What is it, Ari?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "I... I met with Tashan today."

Aradhya's eyes widened, and she stilled beneath my touch. "What? Why?"

"He texted me, asked to meet for coffee.", I explained, my heart pounding. "I was curious, so I went."

Aradhya sat up, pulling away from me slightly. "And you didn't tell me? You lied to me?!"

I could see the hurt in her eyes, and it made my stomach churn. "I'm sorry.", I said quickly. "I should have. I just... I didn't know how to bring it up."

She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "What did he want?"

This was it. The moment of truth. I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "He... he knows about us. About our arrangement."

Aradhya's face paled. "What? How?"

"I don't know.", I admitted. "But he does. And he... he made a proposition."

Aradhya's eyes narrowed. "What kind of proposition?"

I took another deep breath, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "He wants to... to be with you, while I watch." The silence that followed was deafening. My wife stared at me, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something else I couldn't quite identify.

"You're joking.", she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I shook my head. "I'm not. He was very... explicit about what he wanted."

My wife stood up abruptly, pacing the room. "I can't believe this.", she muttered. "I can't believe he would... And you! You’re actually considering this?"

I felt a flash of defensiveness. "We've done this before, Aradhya. With Harpreet, with Mr. Banerjee... and now with Tashan. I've known about these encounters, even seen some of them."

"That's different!", she exclaimed. "Harpreet and Mr. Banerjee were... they weren't as personal. But Tashan? He's my ex, Arijit. We have history. And now you want to watch in person?"

I nodded slowly, my heart racing. "I know it's different. But that's part of what makes it... intriguing."

Aradhya's eyes widened. "Intriguing? You find the idea of watching your wife fuck her ex in person intriguing?"

I could feel my face burning, but I forced myself to continue. "Yes.", I said softly. "I've already seen you with others, heard about your encounters. But being there, in the room with you and Tashan... it stirs something in me I can't quite explain."

She was quiet for a long moment, her gaze distant. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I can't deny that being with Tashan again was... intense. But having you there, watching..."

A jolt of arousal shot through me at her words. "Is it really so different from what we've already done?"

Aradhya shook her head, a flush creeping up her neck. "It feels like crossing a line. I mean, you've known about the others for sure, even seen everything on camera. But being there, in person..."

I stood up and squeezed her hand gently. "It could be amazing, sweetheart. Watching you experience that pleasure up close... being part of it in a way."

She bit her lip, her eyes meeting mine. "But what about you? Isn't it different, seeing it happen right in front of you? With someone from my past?"

I considered her question carefully. "I think... I think it would be a mix of emotions. Jealousy, sure. But also excitement. Pride, even. Knowing that you're mine, but that I'm secure enough to be there while you explore this connection with Tashan."

Aradhya's breath hitched slightly. "You've really thought about this, haven't you?"

I nodded. "I have. But Aradhya, I meant what I said. This only happens if you want it to. If you're not comfortable, we forget the whole thing."

She was quiet again, her fingers idly tracing patterns on my palm. "I need time.", she finally said. "To think about this. To process it all."

I nodded, relief and disappointment warring within me. "Of course. Take all the time you need."

As we settled back into bed, Aradhya curled against my side, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Had I opened Pandora's box? Or was this the beginning of something incredible? Only time would tell. But as I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with images of Aradhya and Tashan, I couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation coursing through me. Whatever happened next, our lives would never be the same.

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