Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

Now, on with the story.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across our bedroom as I watched Aradhya slip out of her clothes. Even after a year of marriage, the sight of her lithe body never failed to arouse me. Her smooth, caramel skin gleamed in the dim light as she unhooked her bra, her full breasts bouncing free. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation, already hardening despite my anxiety.

Aradhya turned to face me, a coy smile playing on her full lips. Her nipples were already pebbled, dark and inviting. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, slowly shimmying it down her hips. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a pair of lacy red panties that barely covered her ass.

"Like what you see?" she purred, doing a slow turn. My eyes devoured every curve, from her toned calves to the swell of her breasts.

"Always," I breathed, my voice rough with desire.

Aradhya crawled onto the bed, her movements feline and sensual. "Honey," she murmured, "I've been thinking about you all day." Her hand trailed up my thigh, fingers brushing teasingly close to my groin. The light touch sent shivers through my body, my cock straining against my boxers.

I swallowed hard, torn between desire and dread. "Me too, babe," I managed, my voice husky. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, a heady mix of her floral perfume and something uniquely her.

She straddled my lap, her warm center pressing against my erection. I could feel the dampness of her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. Her lips found mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth as she pressed her soft 34B tits against my chest. The kiss was hungry, desperate – a stark reminder of how long it had been since we'd had truly satisfying sex.

My hands roamed her back, relishing the feel of her warm skin. I traced the curve of her spine, down to the swell of her ass. Aradhya moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her cheeks, pulling her closer. But even as arousal flooded my body, that familiar panic began to set in.

"Mmmmmm…." Aradhya hummed, grinding her hips against mine. The friction was delicious torture. "I want you so bad, Arijit."

She peppered kisses along my jaw, down my neck. Her teeth grazed my collarbone, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin. I was already trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Baby," I gasped, "maybe we should slow down..."

But Aradhya was lost in her own desire. She slid down my body, her breasts dragging against my chest and stomach. With deft fingers, she tugged my boxers off, freeing my rock-hard cock. It sprang up, angry and red, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"Fuck!" I groaned as she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling expertly. The wet heat of her mouth was exquisite torture. I tangled my fingers in her silky hair, fighting the urge to thrust up into her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, taking me deeper. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, pumping in time with her bobbing head. The sight of her lips stretched around my cock, combined with the sensation of her talented mouth, was quickly pushing me to the edge.

"A-Aradhya," I gasped, my thighs tensing, "slow down, I'm gonna-"

But it was too late. With a strangled cry, I exploded into her mouth after just a few bobs of her head. My hips jerked uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me gasping and spent. Aradhya pulled back, cum dribbling down her chin as she fixed me with a frustrated glare. Her chest heaved, her neglected nipples still hard and begging for attention.

"Again?" she sighed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "We barely even started, Ari."

Shame and disappointment flooded through me as I avoided her gaze. My softening cock lay limp against my thigh, a pitiful sight. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, knowing the words were woefully inadequate. "I just get so excited..."

Aradhya flopped onto her back beside me, staring at the ceiling. I could practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off her slim-thick body. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, likely trying to alleviate the ache between them.

"Maybe we should try again in a bit," she said, but we both knew it was unlikely I'd be ready again anytime soon. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken disappointment. As we lay there, I wondered how much longer my wife would put up with my inability to satisfy her needs. I watched her out of the corner of my eye – her flushed cheeks, the rise and fall of her chest, the dampness still visible on her panties. All signs of an arousal I couldn't properly address.

Something had to change, and soon - before our marriage crumbled under the weight of my sexual shortcomings. The thought of losing Aradhya, of her seeking satisfaction elsewhere, made my stomach churn. But how could I blame her, when I consistently left her wanting?

A little bit of backstory about us:
When I was 32, the pressure to find a suitable bride was becoming unbearable. My parents' constant reminders echoed in my head: "Beta, even your younger cousins are married now. When will you settle down?"

They opened up an account for me on a matrimonial site. A month went by and that's when I saw her profile. Aradhya Chatterjee, 27, technical writer. Her photo caught my eye first - warm brown eyes, a mischievous smile, and long, wavy hair that begged to be touched. But it was her bio that truly captivated me:

"Bookworm seeking her charming prince. Must love spicy food and spicier debates. Message me if you can keep up!"

My heart raced as I sent a connection request. To my surprise, she responded within hours. Our first chat stretched late into the night, discussing everything from our favorite Bengali authors to politics to the merits of different healthy diets. By the time we agreed to meet in person, I was already half in love.

We met at a small café in Park Street, the aroma of fresh coffee mingling with the ever-present Kolkata humidity. Aradhya walked in wearing a red and white salwar kameez that hugged her curves in all the right places. My mouth went dry.

"You must be Arijit," she said, her voice melodic. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting."

I stumbled over my words, feeling every bit the awkward software engineer. "N-no, not at all. It's great to finally meet you, Aradhya." As we talked, I found myself captivated by more than just her beauty. Aradhya was wickedly intelligent, her eyes lighting up as she described her work at a local tech startup. She gesticulated animatedly, her bangles jingling with each movement.

"So, tell me about your past relationships," she asked over chai, a glint in her eye.

I felt heat creep up my neck. "Ah, well... there's not much to tell, honestly. I've been so focused on my career, I haven't really..."

Aradhya's eyebrows shot up. "Wait, are you saying you've never...?"

I nodded, embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm... I'm a virgin."

To my relief, she didn't laugh. Instead, she reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "Hey, no judgment here. Everyone moves at their own pace."

Her touch sent tingles up my arm. "What about you?" I asked, trying to deflect attention.

Aradhya's lips curled into a secretive smile. "Let's just say I've had my fair share of experiences. But I'm looking for something real now, you know?"

We continued to go on dates, stealing moments between our hectic work schedules. Stolen kisses in the back of taxis, heated make-out sessions in my tiny flat. But we never went all the way, agreeing to wait until after marriage. Six months later, we were in fact, married in a traditional Bengali ceremony. I'd never seen anything as beautiful as Aradhya in her red and gold benarasi saree, her eyes shining with happiness as we exchanged garlands.