Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

Param nodded fast, his excitement spilling over as he stepped nearer, pointing out the details. “Yeah, that neckline’s killer—shows just enough, and the fit’s tight in all the right places. You’d rock this indoors, no question.”

“Looks good… if that’s what you’re going for.”, I said, keeping it casual, but my cock twitched, the image of her in that dress for Tashan—and her playing this game with Param—stirring me up despite the sting.

Aradhya swayed slightly, letting the dress dbang over her, her anklets jingling as she turned back to the mirror, her smile widening.

“That’s good… I want something that’ll catch his eye right away, you know? Maybe one more like this, Param—something he can’t ignore?”, she flicked her hair, her voice dripping with that flirty edge, her fingers brushing his wrist as she handed the dress back, then shot me another smirk, her eyes daring me to react.

Param practically beamed, scurrying off again, returning with a black one-shoulder mini dress—sleeveless, with a cut-out at the waist and a hem even shorter than the last, the fabric clinging like a second skin. “This one’s wild—super revealing, perfect for an indoor date. Your husband won’t know what hit him.”

I clenched my fists in my pockets, jealousy spiking as he grinned at her, but fuck, the heat was undeniable—her confidence, her flirting, the way she hinted at “revealing” right in front of me. “That’s… yeah, that’ll do it.”, I said, my voice steady but low, my mind spinning—her boldness was electric, and whether she was just owning it or playing to my kinks, it was working too damn well.

Aradhya took the black dress, holding it up with a little twirl, her anklets chiming as she pressed it against herself, her smirk turning sultry. "Oh, Param, you’re spoiling me… this one’s got that wow I need. Think it’ll make him lose his mind?” She leaned toward him, her tone a flirty whisper, then glanced at me, her eyes glinting with that mix of tease and challenge I couldn’t resist.

“Lose his mind? He’ll be begging—trust me, you in this is a game-changer.” He paused, his grin turning a shade slyer as he held up both dresses—the green V-neck mini and the black one-shoulder cut-out—his eyes glinting with barely concealed eagerness. “You should try them both on, though. See how they look—get the full effect, you know?”

“Both, huh? Well, if you think it’s worth it, Param…”, Aradhya trailed off. She took the dresses from him, her fingers brushing his deliberately as she flashed that sultry smile, then turned to me with a playful tilt of her head. “What do you say, Ari? Should I give them a spin?”

I swallowed, my throat dry, caught off guard by how much she was leaning into this—teasing the young man, sure, but also me, like she knew it’d twist me up in all the right ways. “Yeah, go ahead… let’s see what they’ve got.”, I said, my voice steady but low. I knew Param’s game, but stopping it felt pointless. My sweet and sexy wife was too into it, and fuck, so was I.

“Perfect! Try the green one first—it’s got that deep neckline that’ll kill. I’ll be right here to check it out—I mean, to help you decide.”, he laughed, a little too eager, his eyes darting to her cleavage but then catching on her plump ass swaying past him — full and round under the slit anarkali, stealing his focus as his grin widened.

Aradhya giggled, clutching the dresses to her chest, her anklets jingling with every step as she headed for the curtained booth.

“Alright, sweety, you’ve sold me… let’s see if you’re right about that ‘begging’ part.”, she shot me a quick, teasing glance over her shoulder, her smirk sharp and knowing, then slipped behind the curtain, leaving me and Param standing there.

Param’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck as he registered the nickname, his grin turning goofy and flustered—he was hooked, practically melting under her bold charm. I froze, my jaw clenching as that “sweety” hit me like a slap — her flirting kicking up a notch, the emasculating sting sharper now, but fuck, it sent a jolt straight to my groin, her audacity turning me on even as I wrestled with the heat of it. My wife was eating this up, the chance to tease us both, her boldness dialed up to a level I still couldn’t fully grasp. Was she just riding this new confidence from Harpreet, Banerjee, and Tashan, or had she figured out how much I got off on her flirting, her strutting, her making me watch? The curtain rustled as she changed, and my pulse kicked harder, knowing I’d see her step out in that green dress any second.

“Man, she’s gonna look unreal in these. You are very lucky sir.”, Param said, tossing me a grin that felt more like a jab, his eyes flicking to the fitting room with barely contained anticipation.

“Yeah… lucky.”, I muttered, my tone flat but my mind racing, the heat building as I pictured her in that plunging neckline—her teasing Param, teasing me, and it's all for a date with her ex-boyfriend tomorrow. At our apartment!

The curtain twitched, and she stepped out, the green dress hugging her curves like a second skin, the V-neck dipping so low her tits were half-exposed, her dusky skin glowing against the fabric. Her hips swayed as she turned, the short hem riding up her thighs, and she struck a little pose, her anklets chiming softly.

Param’s jaw dropped, his grin turning goofy as he nodded fast. “Holy—yeah, that’s insane! You’re killing it—way more than cute.”

I clenched my fists, the jealousy spiking hard. He was practically drooling — but fuck, she looked hot, and her teasing us both had me hard as hell. “It’s… damn good, sweetheart. You’ve got it.”, I said, my voice rough, the emasculation fading into the raw thrill of her owning this moment, leaving me wondering just how deep she’d dug into my kinks.

Aradhya basked in the praise for a second, twirling once more in the green dress, the V-neck dipping dangerously low as she caught her reflection, her anklets chiming softly. Then she grinned, smoothing her hands over the fabric one last time before turning to Param with a playful flourish. “Okay, sweety… let’s try that black one now—see if it’s just as good.”

Her tone stayed flirty, her eyes flicking to me with that teasing glint as she sauntered back to the fitting room, the curtain swishing shut behind her. His eyes followed her, lusting over the thick, plump curve of her ass swaying under the tight fabric, his grin twitching wider with every step she took.

“This black one’s gonna be wild. That cut-out? Whew, you’re in for it, sir.” He shot me a look, half smug, half awestruck, clearly riding the high of her attention. I nodded, my throat tight, the jealousy simmering back up as he gushed—his excitement over her trying these dresses was too damn obvious.

The curtain rustled again, and she stepped out, the black one-shoulder mini dress clinging to her like liquid night. The sleeveless cut bared her toned arms, the single shoulder strap leaving her collarbone exposed, while the cut-out at her waist flashed a tantalizing strip of her dusky midriff. The hem barely skimmed mid-thigh, hugging her plump ass so tight it looked painted on, every curve screaming for attention. She struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other flipping her hair back, her anklets jingling as she turned to face us.

“Well? How’s this one, boys? Too much, or just right?”, Aradhya smirked, her voice dripping with that bold, teasing edge, her eyes bouncing from Param to me, soaking up our reactions like she’d planned this all along.

I stood there, my breath catching. Fuck! She looked incredible, the dress turning her into some sultry goddess I barely recognized from the shy wife she used to be.

“Gosh, Aradhya… that’s a knockout.”, I said, my voice low and rough, the jealousy spiking hard as Param ogled her. Then, a sly glint flickered in his eyes, and he took a chance, stepping closer with a nervous but calculated grin.

“Uh, wait—it’s not sitting right, though. The strap looks off… I could, uh, help you adjust it? Make it look even better?”, he said.

I caught the shift in his tone, the way his hands twitched like he was itching to get closer—too obvious, this guy’s devious little plot to cop a feel under the guise of “helping.” Aradhya’s eyes flicked to mine, a quick, knowing glance — we’d played this game too long, not to see through it. She knew exactly what this young man was angling for, and so did I, my chest tightening with a mix of skepticism and that familiar heat. But then, to my amazement, she didn’t shut him down. Instead, her smirk deepened, and she turned back to him, playing along like it was nothing—my silent approval humming beneath the surface as I watched, stunned and hooked.

“Oh, really? Not quite right, huh? Well, sweety, if you think you can fix it…”, my wife shrugged one shoulder, letting the single strap slip just a touch lower, her voice dripping with that flirty tease as she stepped closer to him, her anklets jingling faintly.

Param’s eyes lit up, his nervous grin turning bolder as he seized the opening, his confidence surging with her playful nudge. “Yeah, I’m sure I can make it look even better—just a little tweak. Uh, maybe we should step back to the trial room? I can adjust it right there—get it perfect.” His voice wavered slightly, betraying the riskiness of the move, but he pressed on, his gaze flicking from her bare shoulder to the empty store around them.

I glanced around—normally, this would’ve been a red flag, a young man like him suggesting something so ballsy in a boutique like this. But today, the place was a ghost town, the racks silent, no other customers milling about, just the faint hum of the AC and a distant clerk at the register too far to care. My chest tightened, skepticism warring with that twisted heat. This guy was pushing it, no doubt angling to get her alone, but the emptiness made it feel less reckless. My wife caught my eye, her smirk flickering with a silent question, and I gave a slight nod, less reluctant than I’d have been with a crowd watching. She knew the game, and fuck, so did I — we were too deep in this now to balk at a little risk.

“Back to the trial room, huh? Well, if you’re so sure…”, she giggled, her tone light but laced with that daring edge, then turned toward the fitting area, swaying her hips just enough to keep him hooked, her anklets chiming as she led the way.

“Trust me, it’ll be quick—just a fix to make it pop. You’ll see.” He shot me a quick glance, almost like he was testing if I’d stop him. When I didn’t, he hurried after her, his steps eager as they reached the curtained booth.

“Alright… let’s see how this goes.”, I muttered under my breath, my voice low, the emasculating sting sharp but drowned by the heat pulsing through me.

I didn’t follow them—didn’t need to. I trusted my wife by now, knew she had this handled, her boldness tempered by an understanding of what lines could and couldn’t be crossed in a place like this. She’d fill me in later, every detail spilling out when we were back home, and that was enough. I leaned against a rack a few steps away, my pulse still racing as I pictured Param “adjusting” that dress, her playing along in that cramped trial room, but I stayed put, letting her run this show, caught up in the thrill but steady in my faith she’d keep it where it belonged.

Several minutes ticked by. The curtain rustled, and not long after, Aradhya and Param stepped out of the trial room. Param first, his face noticeably redder, a flush creeping up his neck to his ears. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his lanky frame shifting like he didn’t know where to stand. My sweet, sexy wife followed, her confidence unshaken — hell, it was dialed up, her hips swaying as she sauntered out, her anklets jingling with every step. The black one-shoulder mini dress still clung to her curves, but the top portion was slightly disheveled, and her pink gloss was gone, her lips bare like it’d been wiped clean. Nothing screamed out of the ordinary, but those little details hit me like a quiet jolt.

“Well, this one’s a keeper, Ari.”, Aradhya said, her voice smooth and teasing as she smoothed her hands down the dress, her smirk sharp and unshakable. She tossed her hair back, catching my eye with a glint that promised a story later, her confidence oozing like she’d just won some private game.

Param fidgeted, his flush deepening as he tried to play it off, his words tripping over each other. “Uh, yeah—told you it’d work sir. The dress on your wife looks, um, real good now… glad I could help.” His voice cracked, his eyes darting to the floor, then back to her ass for a split second before he caught himself, awkwardness rolling off him in waves.

“Agreed! Looks like you got it sorted, Aradhya. It fits you perfectly.”, I said, my tone steady but rough around the edges, locking eyes with her—trusting she’d kept it within bounds, but damn sure I’d hear every detail later, her confidence pulling me in deeper.

“Oh, it does, doesn’t it? Param here’s got a knack for fixing things just right.,” she purred, stepping closer to me now, her smirk widening as she gave Param a playful little wave, her poise unbroken, like she’d owned every second in that trial room.

Param shuffled his feet, his grin faltering into something more nervous as he nodded too fast.

I caught the way she held herself — head high, shoulders back, that sultry glow in her eyes — and it hit me hard: whatever went down in there, she’d run the show, and Param was just a flustered young man caught in her wake. My cock twitched, the trust I’d placed in her mixing with the thrill of what she might spill later — her wiped lipstick and that disheveled dress teasing a story I couldn’t wait to hear. She’d told me how she teased guys like this in college — shy but sly, always in control—and now that old spark blazed bolder, just for me.

“Guess we’re good then… ready to wrap this up?”, I asked, my voice low, a faint smirk tugging at my lips as I nodded at her, silently signaling I was game for whatever she’d orchestrated, her confidence locking me in tighter than ever.

“Oh, we’re more than good, Ari.”, she said, her tone dripping with that bold edge, linking her arm with mine as she turned to Param one last time. “Thanks, sweety—you’ve been a star.” She winked at him, leaving him flushed and fumbling as we headed for the counter, her stride oozing control, every step a promise of the tale she’d unravel when we got home.

At the counter, she opted for the black dress, the shopping bag tucked under her arm, but she kept the sleeveless, backless anarkali on — its deep red fabric still clinging to her curves, the plunging neckline and high slit teasing her dusky skin as we left. The metro ride home was another awkward dance — college kids this time, three of them in faded tees and sneakers, ogling her openly, their eyes snagging on her bare back and the flash of thigh through the slit. She smirked at one, a quick flash of teeth, and I felt that familiar twist of heat and tension, her boldness blazing even brighter in that provocative outfit.

[Krish_69]

Nice update

[veenaimo]

Excellent story ?

[ricah43165]

 
So yeah, Saturday’s look is sorted—a fab  black one-shoulder mini dress, sleeveless and showing off a flirty waist cut-out.
for sure,,, tashan won’t be able to take his eyes off her.

[Blackdick11]

Another brilliant update...
aradhya’s bold flirting with param right in front of arijit was a masterclass in pushing his buttons...and Arijit’s reaction was a messy mix of jealousy and arousal — he felt jealous but couldn’t deny he was also turned on as hell...

[Lovecraft]

Fantastic update...
Please don't stop...
Keep writing.....
Keep rocking......
Keep shining.......

[Bakchod Londa]

Wow, wonderful update... Oh, aradhya, we’re so eager to hear the juicy details of that trial room encounter!  with your lipstick gone, dress all mussed, and that sly smirk,   it’s screaming you gave that sales assistant a little extra reward for picking that killer dress for your Saturday date night.   poor guy’s flushed face says he got more than he imagined;)

[incest_cuck]

Back at our apartment, the door barely shut before I turned to her, my voice low but edged with a grin. “You were naughty as hell in that mall, babe. Come on, spill it—what happened in that trial room?”

She kicked off her sandals, tossing the shopping bag onto the couch, then spun to face me, her eyes glinting with a viciously teasing spark as she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Naughty, huh? Did you like it, Ari? My boldness, this flirty little side of me—did it get you all hot and bothered?”, she tilted her head, her lips curling into a flirty smirk, her fingers brushing my chest as she leaned in, the anarkali’s slit shifting to flash more leg, daring me to answer.

I swallowed, my pulse kicking up, her tease hitting every nerve—she knew damn well it did, and I nodded, my grin widening. “Yeah… fuck yeah, it did. Now tell me—what went down in there?”

She laughed, a low, playful sound, stepping back to perch on the arm of the couch, crossing her legs as she settled in to tell me, the anarkali’s sheer sides catching the light, her confidence unshaken. “Ouuuuu, you want the juicy details, huh? Alright—picture this: we got into that little trial room, me in that black dress, Param all flustered and red-faced. I couldn’t help myself—I teased him, you know, like, ‘Go on, sweety, adjust it like you said you could.’ I was a tiny bit nervous, sure, but my gosh, I was excited too — way more than I expected! Surprised myself, honestly, how much I wanted to see where it’d go.”, she grinned, her voice light and teasing, leaning forward a little, her eyes glinting as she watched my reaction.

“Yeah? You egged him on, huh?”, I said, my voice dropping, a smirk tugging at my lips as I leaned against the wall, my pulse already picking up, heat stirring low as she painted the scene.

“Of course I did! Poor kid was shaking like a leaf, all nervous and fumbling, so I just kept going — ‘Don’t be shy, sweety, you’ve got this.’ I mean, he’d talked a big game, right? So, I stood there, letting him mess with that strap, and when he started adjusting it, his shaky hands brushed my shoulder. Gosh, it sent this little shiver down my spine, Ari, like a spark I wasn’t expecting. I could tell he was dying inside, and I just kept pushing: ‘Come on, make it perfect, don’t hold back now!’. I was loving that tingle every time his fingers grazed me.”, she giggled, twirling a strand of hair, her tone dripping with playful mischief as she locked eyes with me, clearly enjoying how I was hanging on her every word.

“Nice… you were really going for it.”, I muttered, my breath hitching, my cock twitching hard now as I pictured her in that cramped room, teasing Param, her boldness turning me on more.

“Mhmm, I did! He was so cute, all jittery, trying to fix that strap like it was rocket science, and I just kept egging him on: ‘You’re doing great, sweety, don’t be so shy!’, watching him squirm. I was buzzing, Ari, loving how nervous he was getting.”, she winked, uncrossing her legs to lean closer, her anarkali shifting to flash a bit more skin, her tease viciously playful as she gauged my growing heat. "And bit by bit, I turned it up, you know? I leaned in a little closer, let my hair brush his arm, gave him these coy little smiles. At first, he was all thumbs—shaky hands, stammering like a virgin — but with every ‘good job’ he started loosening up, getting bolder. His fingers lingered longer on that strap, pressing into my skin, and oh, I felt that shiver again, like a little jolt that made my pulse race.”, she chuckled, her eyes glinting, the anarkali’s slit flashing more thigh as she leaned toward me, her voice a playful purr.

"Then he got bolder, real slow, like he was testing the waters. His fingers started ‘slipping,’ brushing my breasts, acting all innocent like it was an accident. I just smirked at him, and that was like throwing gas on a fire. He took it as a green light, and next thing I know, he’s cupping my breasts, hands trembling but deliberate now, squeezing just a little as he ‘adjusted’ the top. I was buzzing, Arijit, that shiver turning into a full-on jolt, and I kept egging him on: ‘Oh, sweety, you’re getting brave, aren’t you?’”, she giggled, her tone taunting, twirling her hair as she watched my jaw tighten, heat creeping up my neck.

“Fuck, Aradhya… he went there?”, I muttered, my voice rough, cock twitching as her story sank in, picturing his hands on her.

"Oh, he did! And I could see it—his pants were straining, honey, and damn, I was surprised—he looked well-endowed, way more than I’d guessed for a lanky college guy like him. So I thought, ‘Why not?’ I reached down, just a tease, and brushed my fingers over that bulge — light, playful, like I was daring him to step up. He froze, eyes popping, this nervous little gasp slipping out, but then it flipped a switch. He got cocky, pressing that tall frame closer, hands still on my tits, groping harder now like he owned them.”, she laughed, low and sultry, leaning closer, her anarkali shifting to bare more skin as she gauged my reaction.

"I kept teasing—‘Not so shy anymore, huh, sweety?’—and he was hooked, honey. His hard-on was practically yelling through his pants. Gosh, it made me feel wild—having him squirm, then bold up like that under my fingers. I was so excited, Ari, running the show, watching him go from shaky to sure just because I pushed him there. I fucking loved it!"

"Shit… you’re driving me crazy.”, I said, my breath hitching, fully hard now, her control over him—and that crude edge—lighting me up as I grinned back, hooked tight.

She smirked, then lunged forward, grabbing my shirt and yanking me close with a force that caught me off guard. Her hand slid down, brushing my bulge, her fingers teasing as she checked how worked up I was. Her eyes widened, a surprised laugh bubbling out as she felt me rock-hard under her touch. "“Oh my gosh, honey, you’re already at full mast! And I haven’t even gotten to the crazy part yet — hold onto yourself!”, she chuckled, her tone viciously playful, stepping back to perch on the couch again, her anarkali flashing skin as she dove back into the story, eyes glinting with mischief.

“So, there we were, Param getting all bold—then it happened. He leaned in, all shaky at first, and we kissed — slow, tentative, his lips brushing mine like he wasn’t sure how I’d react. But I smirked into it, just a little curl of my lips against his, and that flipped him — he went wild, kissing me hard, passionate, like he’d been starving for it. His hands grabbed my face, pulling me in like he couldn’t get close enough, his tongue diving in, sloppy and eager, like he’d been dreaming of this for years. That nervous kid vanished, honey — he turned into this hungry mess, pressing his tall frame against me, all heat and need, like my smirk lit a match he couldn’t put out. I pulled that strap down myself, baring more, then grabbed his hands — ‘Press them harder, sweety, don’t be shy’ — and shoved them right onto my tits. He squeezed like his life depended on it, rough and hungry, and fuck, I was buzzing, things heating up fast.”, she paused, watching my jaw clench, knowing she had me going crazy myself.

“Aradhya, I…”, I muttered, my voice thick, cock throbbing as she painted it vivid, heat flooding me.

“Oh, it gets better! He grabbed my ass next — his hands digging in, pulling me tight against him for a deeper kiss, all sloppy and desperate. He groped my thick ass like he’d never touched a woman before, kneading it like dough, and I could feel his dick straining through his jeans, begging to break free. So, I slowly went for it. I gradually unzipped his pants, then slowly slid my hand into his boxers, and started playing with that hard cock. And to my surprise, Ari, it was huge — way bigger than I’d guessed, thick and pulsing, and it shocked me how much it turned me on to feel it jump under my fingers.”, she laughed, low and sultry, leaning closer, her anarkali shifting as she stretched the tale, her teasing edge sharpening. "He gasped, all nervous again, but I kept going—stroking it slow, teasing him. He was lost, groping my ass harder, kissing me like he’d die if he stopped, and I was loving it—running the show, feeling that fat dick in my hand, his hands all over me. It was escalating, honey, wild and messy, and I was so damn excited, bolder than ever.", she paused again, her smirk sharpening as she leaned in close, rubbing my cock over my trousers with a slow, deliberate stroke, her anarkali shifting to flash more skin, her voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “You like hearing this, don’t you, Ari? How slutty your wife’s gotten? Hmm? Jealous and turned on all at once, aren’t you?” She pressed harder, her fingers teasing me through the fabric, watching me squirm.

“Fuck, Aradhya, I—”, I fumbled, my breath catching, words tripping over themselves as heat flooded me, her touch and her words twisting me up. She didn’t wait for me to finish, grinning wickedly as she kept rubbing, diving back into the story like she was unraveling a gift.

“Good, honey, just listen—I wasn’t done. Things got hotter, so I went for it — unbuttoned his trousers right there, fumbling in the heat of it, trying to yank them down. He got the hint quick—kicked them off himself, all eager and clumsy, leaving him in those tight boxers. I slid my hand back in, stroking that big, hard cock with one hand — gosh, it was throbbing — while the other cupped his balls, rolling them slow, teasing him till he was shaking again.”, she narrated, her tone playful and crude, her hand still working me as she watched my eyes widen. "He couldn’t hold back then—grabbed my top and yanked it all the way down, baring my tits completely. One hand groped them, rough and greedy, squeezing my nipples till I gasped, while the other slid to my plump ass, caressing it, digging in like he was claiming it. And his kisses? Total unskilled abandon—sloppy, wet, all over my mouth and neck, like he’d never kissed a girl before and didn’t care. I was stroking him faster, honey, feeling that dick pulse, his balls tight in my hand, and he was just a mess—groping, kissing, lost in it.”, she closed her eyes and chuckled, low and sultry, her rubbing picking up pace.

“Shit… you’re fucking wild!”, I groaned, my voice thick, cock straining under her hand, her story and touch pushing me to the edge.

“Mhhmmmm, that's me...wild and slutty—just for my sweet husband to hear. I had that college boy falling apart, and I loved every second.”, she continued, "But then, honey, I took it up a notch—I broke off that sloppy kiss, looked him right in his wide, horny eyes, and sank down to my knees. His hands froze on my tits, like he couldn’t believe it. I hooked my fingers in his boxers and yanked them down—his fat cock sprang out, thick and veiny, bobbing inches from my face, already leaking a little precum. I grabbed it, stroking slow, letting my fingers slide over that slick tip, teasing him till he whimpered — ‘Oh fuck, please’ — all shaky and desperate.”, she giggled, her tone taunting, watching my breath hitch as she kept rubbing me. "Then I went for it, Ari. I wrapped my lips around that big dick. I kissed the head first, soft and slow, my lips brushing that swollen tip, tasting his salty drip as I cradled his heavy balls. Then started sucking it like a lollypop, swirling my tongue over the slit, savoring that musky tang as he groaned, low and needy. I continued to play with his balls, tugging gently, then took him deeper, inch by inch, my mouth stretching around his girth, spit slicking my chin as I bobbed—slow, wet, filthy."

She grinned, then paused her story, her eyes glinting wickedly as she reached for my trousers. With a quick tug, she unzipped me, pulling my cock free—hard and straining—her fingers hovering over it. She didn’t stroke, oh no—instead, she dragged her fingernails along the shaft, slow and torturous, grazing the sensitive skin, teasing the tip with featherlight scratches. It drove me fucking crazy, my hips twitching, desperate for more, but she knew I’d blow too fast if she gripped me. That knowing smirk of hers, holding back just to toy with me, made me feel even smaller — emasculated as hell, and fuck, it only made me harder.

"Gosh, honey, his dick was a challenge—almost as girthy as that fat pig Banerjee’s, you remember? I had to work for it, stretching my lips wide, jaw aching as I took him in, that thick manhood filling my mouth till I could barely breathe. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling tight, and I let him. I kept sucking, cheeks hollowed, slurping loud and nasty in that tiny room. I’d ease off, kissing that throbbing cockhead, licking the underside from his nuts to the tip, then dive back in, deep-throating till my throat hugged him, gagging softly but loving the fullness.”, she grinned, her anarkali shifting as she mimicked the motion on me, her tease vicious. “He started moaning — ‘Oh shit, oh shit’ — his hips bucking, too loud, so I pulled off just long enough to hiss, ‘Quiet, sweety, or we’re fucked!’. I slipped off my soaked panties — gosh, Ari, I was drenched, shocked at how wet I’d gotten because of all this — and handed to him to stuff in his mouth. He obliged like a horny lamb."

She paused, her smirk widening as she let the silence hang, her fingernails still teasing my cock, watching me squirm under her control.

“Fuck, Aradhya… what….what happened next?”, I asked, my voice exhausted, ragged from her story and her touch, leaning forward despite the ache in my balls, desperate for release.

“Oh, you want more, huh?”, she laughed, leaning in close, her breath hot against my ear as she picked up the tale, her tone dripping with glee. “He muffled a groan through those wet panties, eyes wild, and I went right back at it — sucking hard, then slow, smearing spit and precum over my lips, massaging his balls while my tongue danced along that fat dick. He was a wreck, honey — hips twitching, hands yanking my hair, all muffled and desperate. I kept it sensual, torturing him—kissing the tip, sucking deep, letting him feel my throat squeeze him till he was trembling. Then I felt it, Ari — his balls tightening, his dick pulsing harder, so damn close. I popped off, stood up quick, and teased him — ‘Come on, sweety, cum on my ass, give it to me there.’”, she gasped, her voice crude and playful, her nails scbanging my cock as she watched my eyes widen.

"He didn’t need telling twice—yanked those panties from his mouth, spun me around like he’d lost his mind, and pressed that big cock right against my ass. I bent forward a little, hiking the dress up, and he went feral — grinding on me, aggressive and sloppy, his hands gripping my hips, that thick shaft sliding between my cheeks, hot and slick with spit and precum. I egged him on—‘That’s it, sweety, let it out’—and he rutted harder, grunting like a beast, his tall frame towering as he humped my plump ass till it jiggled. Then he blew, Ari! He blew hot, thick ropes of cum splattering across my skin, dripping down my crack, so much it felt like he’d never stop. He slumped after, almost crashed to the ground, legs shaking, panting like he’d run a marathon, totally spent."

“Fuck… you’re insane!”, I groaned, my voice hoarse, cock throbbing under her nails, her wild story pushing me to the brink as I stared, hooked.

“Insane and in charge, honey—I teased him ‘til he broke, and he came all over me like I owned him. Felt like a fucking queen.”, she winked, her tone dripping with glee, then her smirk sharpened as she slid off the couch, dropping to her knees in front of me. “And now, babe, you’re gonna make me feel like that — get ready!” Her hands yanked my trousers down, freeing my aching cock, and she dove in—lips wrapping around me, slow and wet, sucking with that same filthy skill she’d bragged about. Her tongue swirled the tip, then took me deep, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, slurping loud and nasty, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to last.

It didn’t take long though — fuck, how could it? — and I came fast, hot and thick, spilling right down her throat. She swallowed every drop this time, gulping it down like a pro, then pulled off with a slow, sensual pop, licking her lips clean with a smirk, leaving me panting and treambling above her. She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her anarkali flashing skin as she grinned, victorious.

"By the way, this was nothing. That date with Tashan tomorrow? It’s gonna be way more intense than this. You’ve woken something in me, Ari — something that’s been sleeping since my college days in Delhi. It’s back now, and Tashan’s gonna get the full blast of it.” She laughed, low and sultry, her anarkali swaying as she turned away, leaving me wrecked and reeling, knowing Saturday night would push us both past anything we’d imagined.

[ricah43165]

Hell yeah, it’s fucking awesome! and aradhya's trial room story? extremely hot. If things got that steamy with that sales assistant in the trial room, I can only imagine how wild it's going to get with tashan.
now I’m super excited for—Saturday Date Night

[Bakchod Londa]

Superb!
whatever went down in the dressing room was just a tease—pure foreplay. The real deal, a wild, no-holds-barred fuckfest, is about to go down with her ex.

[sa9891]

Please update soon

[Blackdick11]

"By the way, this was nothing. That date with Tashan tomorrow? It’s gonna be way more intense than this. You’ve woken something in me, Ari — something that’s been sleeping since my college days in Delhi. It’s back now, and Tashan’s gonna get the full blast of it.” She laughed, low and sultry, her anarkali swaying as she turned away, leaving me wrecked and reeling, knowing Saturday night would push us both past anything we’d imagined.

I completely agree with her—what we saw was just a glimpse of her intense encounter with that inexperienced guy. But the real action? That's coming the next day, and he’s going to witness it live, right in front of him.
Oh boy, this wifey has transformed into a bold, untamed flirt—like her inner vixen from college just snapped awake. And all of it sparked by her desire to fulfill her husband’s dirtiest fantasies… she’s not just playing along—she’s owning it

[Kedibillaa]

Bring more humiliation of husband

[Lovecraft]

Aw, man, I can't wait any longer for that big Saturday event! 

[incest_cuck]

The next morning, I woke to an empty bed, the sheets cool where my wife should’ve been. A clatter from the kitchen pulled me up, and there she was—Aradhya, my Aradhya—already hard at work, chopping vegetables, her hair tied back, a nervous excitement humming around her like static. She wore a simple kurta, but her movements were quick, almost jittery, a glow in her eyes that matched the knot of anticipation twisting in my gut. I leaned against the doorway, watching her, my own nervous excitement bubbling up — half dread, half thrill.

“You’re up early… ready for tonight?”, I asked, my voice low, trying to sound steady despite the pulse in my throat.

“I guess.” She flashed a teasing grin, then turned it back on me, her knife pausing mid-chop. “Question is, Ari—are YOU ready for this?”, Her tone was playful but sharp, her eyes searching mine, knowing the weight of what we were stepping into.

I swallowed, nodding, the truth too tangled to voice. I was ready, but terrified, imagining Tashan’s hands on her, her surrendering to that fire she’d warned me about. Unable to stay back, I stepped closer, drawn to her like gravity. My arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her against me, her warmth seeping through the kurta. I kissed her neck, soft at first, then deeper, my lips grazing the pulse point that always made her sigh. She tilted her head, a low hum escaping her, her body softening into mine, arousal flickering in her tightening grip on the counter.

“Mmm….careful now, honey.”, she purred, her tone teasing, almost emasculating, a knowing edge that cut deep. “You know you’ll blow too quick if you get too worked up. Don’t want you spent before the real show.” She glanced back, her smirk wicked, fully aware how her words stoked both my shame and my cock, the humiliation twisting into that raw, submissive heat I craved.

“Fuck, baby…”, I muttered, my face flushing, shame burning alongside arousal, my hands tightening on her hips as I pressed closer, hating and loving how she saw right through me.

She turned in my arms, her eyes glinting with seductive control, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Save it, Ari. Don’t you dare lose control tonight when I’m with Tashan. You’re gonna see a side of me you’ve never seen. Not even on those hidden cameras when I fucked that low-class plumber or that pathetic old fart Banerjee. Tashan’s different — he loses control, gets rough, sometimes abusive, and… Gosh, I lose it too when he does. Things’ll get messy, words’ll fly that might sting. He might say offensive things, raw and real. You ready for that?”, Her gaze bored into me, unyielding, demanding my truth.

My throat tightened, the weight of her warning—her honesty about Tashan’s edge, her own surrender—hitting like a blade. Shame, fear, and that twisted arousal churned, but I nodded, my voice meek, nervous, “Yeah… I’m ready.”

The day dragged on, her nervous energy infectious as she prepped dinner, the tension coiling tighter. By evening, she slipped into the bedroom, and when she emerged, my breath caught, raw emotions slamming me like a tidal wave. The black one-shoulder mini dress clung to her like sin itself, the fabric molding to her full, heaving tits, each breath pushing them against the tight neckline, begging to spill free. The cut-out bared her taut midriff, glistening with a sheen of nervous sweat, her dusky skin glowing under the dim light like polished bronze. The hem barely skimmed her thick, juicy ass, so plump it jiggled with every step, her thighs flexing, teasing the promise of what lay beneath. Her anklets jingled with each sway, a seductive chime, her short legs shimmering with a faint sheen of lotion, leading to red-painted toes that screamed fuck-me-now. Her red lips, glossy and parted, curled into that college-girl smirk—now feral, predatory—her eyes lined with kohl, dark and smoldering, screaming raw, unapologetic sex. She was a vision of lascivious beauty, every curve weaponized, dressed not for me but for Tashan, and it gutted me to my core.

My chest burned with jealousy, my cock throbbing despite the shame. My beautiful wife looked like a whore, a high-class prostitute, primped and painted to be fucked senseless by another man, her body a banquet laid out for his hunger. The thought sliced me open, but darker still, I saw myself as her pimp, orchestrating this filthy exchange, offering my wife’s curves to another’s hands, my role reduced to a pathetic enabler on the sidelines. It humiliated me, yet the twisted heat of it — her raw honesty, her brazen desire — made me complicit, my shame fueling a sick arousal. I pictured Tashan tearing that dress off, his hands claiming her tits, her ass, her screaming his name in a way I’d never earned, their chemistry a wildfire that’d burn me out. Her truth, that she’d give herself to him fully, stung like hell, but it was the realness, the trust in letting me feel this low, that made it so fucking erotic.

The doorbell rang. It was him – my wife’s college sweetheart who had come back to claim her again, just as he did a few nights before. My heart lurched as she winked, striding to answer, her confidence a blazing promise of the night ahead. When she opened the door, Tashan stepped in, his towering frame nearly a foot taller than her and several inches over me, his presence like a storm rolling through. He was dressed for a date, party formal — crisp black blazer over a fitted white shirt, unbuttoned to hint at his sinewy chest, tailored gray trousers hugging his lean hips, polished loafers gleaming. A silver chain glinted at his neck, his dark hair slicked back, exuding cocky charm. His sharp eyes landed on my wife with a hungry glint as she stood there, her black mini dress clinging to her curves, and I felt small, intimidated, my nervousness surging as that look stripped her bare.

“Tashan! Come in, get comfy!”, she chirped, her voice bright but laced with nervous excitement, gesturing him inside.

“Fuck, Aradhya, you’re looking… unreal.”, he said, his deep voice smooth, eyes raking over her dress, lingering on her thick ass as he grinned. “Arijit, good to see you again, man.” He nodded at me, his gaze flicking over, a tacit congratulation in his eyes. He was impressed with Aradhya, impressed I’d “convinced” her for this. It stung, my cock twitching, the dynamic shifting fast.

“Hey, welcome, Tashan—good to see you too.”, I said, my voice tight, forcing a smile as I stepped forward to shake his hand, his grip crushing, dwarfing mine. I gestured toward the living room, trying to play host despite the nerves clawing my gut, the weight of his presence and Aradhya’s radiance making me feel like a bystander in my own home.

She led him to the couch, her anklets jingling, and Tashan’s eyes glued to her plump ass as she walked away, swaying with each step. When she turned back, his gaze shifted to her front—her full tits straining against the dress, the cut-out baring her midriff — drinking her in as she approached. After quick pleasantries — chatter about the city, his drive — she darted to the kitchen, his eyes again tracking her ass as she left, then locking on her curves when she returned with red wine and a plate of crispy pakodas. As she bent to pour the wine, his lips curled slightly, and I caught it, my nerves jangling, but sat across from them, gripping my glass.

“So, Tashan, remember that time you and Vikram crashed the fest?”, she said, settling beside him, her tone warm, a nostalgic smile softening her nervous edge.

“Oh, yeah, and you were right there, sneaking us extra drinks from the bar.”, he chuckled, leaning back, relaxed. “Remember Priya’s face when we got caught? She was pissed!” His grin was easy, fond, and she laughed, her fingers less fidgety, the wine glass steady now.

“Gosh, Priya! She still messages me about that.”, she said, her laughter genuine, eyes bright with shared memories, though they flicked to me briefly, a shy nerve lingering.

The wine was slowly looseing us up. My shoulders relaxing, the alcohol dulling my trepidation, though arousal simmered beneath, growing with every move as I watched. Their words — something about college, old friends — faded into a hum; I wasn’t hearing them, just seeing. Tashan’s hand grazed Aradhya’s thigh, a slow, deliberate brush, his fingers lingering as her dress rode up slightly, exposing more of her dusky skin. She softened under his touch, her earlier nerves melting into a warm, relaxed glow, her laughter brighter. He stole a fleeting glance at me, his eyes confident, almost challenging — daring me to react as his hand slid higher, resting possessively on her thigh. My heart pounded, trepidation spiking, but my cock hardened, the sight of his bold claim and her response pulling me deeper into that twisted heat. Aradhya smiled, coy, shifting closer to him, her shyness giving way to a playful glint, and Tashan shot me another look, a smirk flickering, as if saying, ‘Watch this’. My nerves jangled, wine-soaked arousal crashing against the fear of what was coming, their chemistry already electric, teetering on that irreversible edge.

Tashan’s seduction unfolded with agonizing slowness, each gesture a calculated tease, crossing lines with a deliberate patience that made my pulse race. He dbangd one arm around Aradhya’s shoulders, his fingers trailing lazily along her bare arm, a possessive yet featherlight touch that anchored her to him. His other hand, bold but restrained, rested on her thigh, fingers splaying gently, tracing idle circles over the fabric of her dress, inching upward so slowly I could feel the seconds stretch. Aradhya’s breath caught, her lips parting in a soft, nervous giggle, her eyes darting to me — excitement warring with a flicker of hesitation. Tashan’s gaze flicked to mine, his smirk sharp, a silent challenge, as he leaned closer, his lips hovering near her ear, his breath warm against her skin as he murmured something low, too soft for me to catch. Her cheeks flushed, her chest rising with a shaky inhale, her tits straining against the dress, and she shifted, her thigh pressing subtly against his.

My chest tightened, the wine no match for the storm of jealousy, trepidation, and humiliating arousal as his fingers crept higher, now brushing the hem of her dress, teasing the bare skin just below her panties without crossing that line yet. His arm around her shoulders tightened slightly, his thumb stroking the curve of her collarbone, a subtle claim that made her shiver. He pulled back, his eyes locking on mine once again, taunting, before his hand slid to her midriff, fingers grazing the cut-out of her dress, lingering on the warm, exposed skin, tracing the edge with a maddening slowness. Aradhya’s body leaned into him, her coy smile fading into a parted-lip haze, her hand grazing his knee, inviting more. His lips brushed hers, a fleeting, deliberate kiss, his gaze darting to me, each touch a slow burn pushing us toward chaos.

His arm around her shoulders slid lower, fingers now tracing the curve of her spine, dipping to the small of her back, pulling her so close her tits pressed against his side. His other hand, no longer restrained, slipped beneath the hem of her dress, fingers grazing the edge of her panties, then retreating, teasing her inner thigh with featherlight strokes.

Aradhya’s eyes fluttered, "Mmmmmm...", a soft moan escaping, her face a storm of conflict—excitement in her quickened breath, guilt in her gaze flicking to me, nervous under my stare. “Tashan… slow down please...”, she whispered, her voice shaky, a feeble protest as her hand hovered over his, hesitating to push it away, her eyes pleading with me, torn.

I met her gaze, my heart pounding, and gave a subtle nod, my silence urging her on, arousal overpowering my shame, tacitly egging her to let go.

Tashan’s eyes flicked to me, smug, as he leaned in, lips grazing her throat, lingering, sucking gently until her head tilted back. “He’s fine with it, Aradhya—aren’t you, Arijit?”, he murmured, his tone taunting, not waiting for my reply as his fingers slid higher, brushing her panties directly.

“Unnghhhh...”, she gasped, her body arching despite her words, guilt flashing in her eyes as she glanced at me again, but my nod, my heated stare, pushed her further. Tashan’s eyes flicked to mine, a smug challenge, before he leaned in, his lips brushing her throat again, this time with a slow, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue grazing her pulse point, teasing the sensitive skin until her head tilted back, a soft whimper escaping. “Mmmmmm… Gosh, that’s…”, she trailed off, her voice trembling, her body shivering under his touch, torn by the thrill of his skill and the weight of my presence.

His touch became bolder, fingers now slipping beneath her panties, not rushing but exploring with a gentle, probing touch, brushing her folds lightly, testing her wetness. Her hips twitched, a sharp gasp breaking free. “Fuck… Tashan, slow… please…”, she whispered, her tone desperate, conflicted, her hand gripping his knee as if to steady herself, her eyes locking on mine, pleading for understanding.

My heart pounded, jealousy and arousal crashing together as Tashan, like a seasoned lover, read her cues, his fingers retreating to circle her clit with agonizing slowness, a featherlight pressure that drew a louder moan. “Ohh… shit, that’s too much… unghhhhhh...”, she whined, her voice raw, her thighs trembling, guilt flashing again as she glanced at me. His arm around her tightened, fingers now slipping beneath her dress strap, easing it down her shoulder, exposing more skin as his lips moved to her collarbone, kissing with deliberate care, each move calculated to stoke her desire. I watched, gutted, realizing Tashan knew her body as well as I did — every sensitive spot, every button to push, from her collarbone to her clit, and the jealous sting of his mastery over my wife’s pleasure made my cock throb harder, arousal swallowing my shame.

Tashan’s hand under her dress grew bolder, fingers sliding deeper into her dripping cunt, curling gently inside her, his thumb still teasing her clit in slow, expert circles. “Fuck, Tashan… you’re gonna make me cum…”, she groaned, her voice hoarse, her hips bucking into his hand, lust drowning her guilt, though her eyes still sought mine, raw and pleading under my stare. My shame and desire knotted tighter, her slutty surrender to his dirty touch gutting me.

His arm around her shoulders tightened, holding her steady as her body trembled. His other hand worked her relentlessly—fingers curling deeper inside her soaking pussy, hitting that spot that made her thighs quake, while his thumb pressed harder, circling her clit with a brutal, steady rhythm.

“Ohh… shit, Tashan, pleasssseeeee slow down…”, she whimpered, her voice breaking, her breasts heaving as her breaths came in ragged gasps. Her eyes flicked to me, guilt and nervousness flashing, but the raw pleasure in her flushed face betrayed her, her body betraying her protests as she arched harder into his touch.

His lips grazed her exposed collarbone, now slick with sweat, a slow, taunting lick followed by a sharp bite, his teeth sinking into her sensitive skin, drawing a high-pitched squeal from her, a raw mix of pain and pleasure. “Owwww…. Tashan! That hurts… oh gosh…”, she gasped, her body jerking, her voice trembling with a thrill that deepened her moans.

Tashan’s eyes met mine, his smirk vicious, daring me to watch as he pushed her over. His fingers pumped faster, slick with her juices, while his thumb flicked her clit in a final, merciless assault. Aradhya’s body tensed, her back bowing, her nails clawing at his thigh. “Fuck, I’m cummmmmiiiiinnnngggg!”, she screamed, her voice raw and unhinged, her pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure wrecked her. Her eyes rolled back, her orgasm spilling out in shuddering gasps, her thighs clamping around his hand, juices soaking her dress.

My heart thundered, jealousy and arousal twisting into a searing knot as I watched her cum, her body convulsing under her ex-boyfriend’s expert touch, her screams echoing in my head. The sight of her losing control, her raw surrender to his brutal bite and relentless fingers, gutted me — her pleasure so intense, so beyond what I’d ever drawn from her.

Tashan slowly pulled his fingers from her, slick and glistening, holding them up to me with a taunting grin, showing off her dripping mess before wiping them deliberately on my sofa, his eyes locked on mine, mocking. Aradhya slumped against him, panting, her face flushed with afterglow and guilt.

“Gosh… Ari, I…”, she whispered while looking back at me, her voice shaky, seeking forgiveness. But my heated stare, my throbbing cock, told her I was in too deep, wrecked by her climax, craving the next line they’d cross.

[Blackdick11]

Arijit, my man, brace yourself! That was just the beginning—what's coming next is dripping with heat and raw intensity. you might just lose your mind. for the first time ever, your wife's about to unleash her wild, untamed side… the one she’s kept hidden from you all these years

[Blackdick11]

Wow.... excellent!!! ... That was just the appetizer now it’s time for the main course — and to make it extra delicious, don't forget to season it with some humiliation.

[Bakchod Londa]

hot stuff alert! I'm totally pumped for the next update, ready to see her go full-on wild!

[ricah43165]

Fuckin’ incredible, man! can’t wait for tashan to strip aradhya and fuck her dripping cunt hard.... really really hard!

[Dumeelkumar]

Tashan should make her humiliate Ari with his intense love making and also take his seeds inside her accepting to get pregnant.