Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

On our wedding night, in my old bedroom at my parent's house, nerves and excitement thrummed through my body. Aradhya emerged from the bathroom in a sheer negligee, her nipples visible through the delicate fabric.

"Come here, husband." she purred, crooking her finger.

I approached on shaky legs, my heart pounding so hard I was sure Aradhya could hear it. My erection strained against my silk pajamas, creating a visible tent that I couldn't hide even if I wanted to. Each step felt like an eternity, my eyes drinking in the sight of my new wife. Her negligee left little to the imagination. The sheer fabric clung to her curves, the pale pink material a stark contrast against her caramel skin. Her nipples, dark and erect, pressed against the delicate lace trim. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the soft flesh there.

As I reached her, Aradhya's arms snaked around my neck, pulling me close. The heat of her body seeped through my thin pajamas, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples against my chest. Her lips met mine in a passionate kiss, soft yet demanding. The taste of her exploded on my tongue - a hint of mint from her toothpaste mixed with something uniquely Aradhya. Her tongue darted out, teasing the seam of my lips before slipping inside. I groaned, my hands finally daring to touch her, resting tentatively on her waist. My new wife then deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair. She tugged gently, angling my head to give her better access. Her other hand began to roam, leaving trails of fire in its wake. She traced the line of my jaw, fingers ghosting down my neck to my collarbone. I shivered as her palm flattened against my chest, feeling my racing heartbeat. Slowly, torturously, she dragged her nails down my torso. Even through the fabric of my pajama top, the sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to my groin.

"Aradhya," I gasped, breaking the kiss to gulp in air.

She smiled wickedly, her hand dipping lower. "Shh," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Let me take care of you, baby." Her fingers traced the waistband of my pajamas, teasing the sensitive skin of my lower belly. My cock twitched in anticipation, a damp spot forming where the head pressed against the silk. Her hand slipped lower, cupping my erection through the fabric. I bit back a moan, my hips instinctively bucking into her touch. She squeezed gently, her thumb rubbing circles over the wet spot.

"Someone's excited," she purred, nipping at my earlobe.

I could only nod, words failing me as pleasure coursed through my body. Aradhya's free hand worked at the buttons of my top, pushing it off my shoulders to pool on the floor. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her touch. Her lips left a trail of fire down my neck, across my collarbone. I gasped as she flicked her tongue over my nipple, the sensation new and intensely erotic. My hands, which had been uselessly at my sides, finally came to life. I ran my fingers through her silky hair, down the smooth expanse of her back. My wife hummed in approval, the vibration against my chest sending shivers down my spine. Her hand never stopped its gentle ministrations on my cock, the silk of my pajamas creating a delicious friction.

"A-Aradhya," I stammered, feeling my control already starting to slip. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to-" She silenced me with another searing kiss, her tongue mimicking the actions I desperately wanted to feel elsewhere. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire.

"I want to taste you," she whispered, sinking slowly to her knees.

The sight of my new wife kneeling before me, her fingers hooked in the waistband of my pajamas, nearly undid me then and there. I took a shuddering breath, trying desperately to hold on to my rapidly fraying self-control. Aradhya's fingers hooked into the waistband of my pajamas, slowly tugging them down. The silk whispered against my skin, catching briefly on my straining erection before springing free. My modest 5.5-inch cock bobbed in the cool air, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"Oh my," Aradhya breathed, her eyes widening. "You've been hiding this from me all this time?"

Her warm breath ghosted over my sensitive flesh, making me twitch. I looked down, mesmerized by the sight of my wife on her knees, her plump lips mere inches from my cock. Aradhya met my gaze, a wicked glint in her eyes as she leaned forward. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the pre-cum on my tip. The sensation was electric, drawing a strangled moan from my throat. "Fuck, Aradhya!" I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair.

She hummed in approval, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. The wet heat of her mouth was almost too much to bear. I bit my lip hard, desperately trying to hold back the orgasm already building at the base of my spine. Her tongue swirled around my shaft as she took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. One hand gripped the base of my cock, while the other cupped my balls, rolling them gently.

"Oh Gosh, oh Gosh," I chanted, my hips jerking involuntarily. "Aradhya, I'm not going to last-"

She pulled back, her hand still stroking me firmly. "It's okay, baby," she purred, her voice husky with desire. "We have all night. Cum for me."

With that, she took me back into her mouth, sucking hard. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of my cock, and I was lost. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my vision whiting out as I emptied myself into Aradhya's eager mouth.

"Fuck! Aradhya! Ahhh!" I cried out, my hips bucking erratically as she swallowed every drop.

As the aftershocks subsided, I sagged back against the bed, my legs trembling. Aradhya released my softening cock with a wet 'pop', licking her lips as she looked up at me.

"Delicious," she grinned, rising to her feet. "Now, are you ready to return the favor?"

Despite having just cum, I felt a stirring of arousal at her words. I nodded eagerly, pulling Aradhya onto the bed with me. She giggled as I rolled her onto her back, settling between her spread thighs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, musky and sweet. I nuzzled against her inner thigh, placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin. Aradhya's fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me to where she needed me most.

"Please, Ari…" she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed. I ran my tongue along her slit, groaning at the taste of her. Her pussy was already slick with desire, her inner lips swollen and flushed. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, relishing in the breathy moans falling from her upper lips.

"Yes, just like that," she gasped, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

Encouraged, I doubled my efforts, alternating between broad licks and focused attention on her clit. I slipped two fingers inside her, marveling at the silky heat of her walls clenching around me.

Aradhya's moans grew louder, her hips grinding against my face as she chased her pleasure. "Oh fuck, Arijit!"

I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it rapidly with my tongue as I curled my fingers inside her. "I'm gonna cum!", Aradhya's back arched off the bed, a cry of ecstasy tearing from her throat as she came. Her thighs clamped around my head, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I gentled my movements, helping her ride out the aftershocks until she tugged me up her body. Aradhya kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips.

"That was amazing," she panted, her eyes shining with post-orgasmic bliss. To my surprise, I realized I was hard again, my cock pressing insistently against Aradhya's thigh. She noticed too, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"Ready for round two?" she asked. Feeling proud of myself, I nodded and moved up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. Aradhya's eyes were dark with desire as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My heart was racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Make love to me, husband!" she whispered.

I pushed inside her slowly, groaning at the tight, wet heat enveloping me. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I managed two, maybe three thrusts before the overwhelming sensation became too much. "Shit, I'm- I'm cumming!" I gasped, my hips jerking erratically.

Aradhya's eyes widened in surprise as I collapsed on top of her, spent. "Oh... okay," she said, patting my back. "That was... quick."

Embarrassment washed over me as I rolled off her. "I'm so sorry," I mumbled. "I've never... it was just so intense."

Aradhya cuddled close, her voice gentle. "Hey, it's alright. It was your first time. We'll work on it together, okay?"

But as the months passed, things didn't improve. No matter what techniques we tried - thinking of unsexy things, using desensitizing creams - I couldn't last more than a minute or two inside her. Aradhya was patient, always reassuring me that it was okay. But I could see the frustration building in her eyes, feel the tension in her body when I finished too soon.

A year after our marriage, we moved into our own one-bedroom apartment in Salt Lake City. It should have been an exciting new chapter, but the shadow of our unsatisfying sex life loomed large.

Which brings us to tonight. As I lay beside my beautiful, frustrated wife, I knew something had to change. The question was... what?