Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

The morning sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over our breakfast table. Aradhya sipped her coffee, scrolling through her phone, while I pushed my eggs around my plate, my appetite lost to the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind. I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it again. My heart raced, palms sweaty as I wrestled with the words I wanted to say. How could I even begin to broach this topic?

Aradhya glanced up, her brow furrowing. "Ari? Is everything okay? You've barely touched your food."

I forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking."

She set down her phone, giving me her full attention. "About what?"

I swallowed hard. "About... about last night. What you told me."

Aradhya's cheeks flushed slightly. "Oh. I thought we'd moved past that. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, no." I said quickly. "It's not that. I just...", I paused, struggling to find the right words.

She reached across the table, taking my hand. "Ari, what is it? You're starting to worry me."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "I've been thinking... about your fantasies. About the plumber, Harpreet."

Aradhya's hand tensed in mine. "And?"

"And I... I wonder if...", the words stuck in my throat.

"If what, Ari?", her voice was soft, encouraging.

I met her eyes, my heart pounding. "If you've ever thought about... making those fantasies real."

Aradhya's eyes widened, her hand pulling back as if burned. "What? Ari, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying...", I swallowed hard. "I'm saying that I want you to be happy. Even if... even if that means seeing you with another man."

Silence fell over the kitchen, heavy and oppressive. Aradhya stared at me, shock written across her features.

"Ari", she said finally, her voice tight. "How could you even think that? Do you really believe I'd cheat on you?"

I shook my head frantically. "No…no…no. Not cheat. I meant... with my knowledge. My permission."

Aradhya pushed back from the table, standing abruptly. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Is this because of what I told you last night? It was just a fantasy, Ari. Nothing more."

"But what if it could be more?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "What if you could experience that... that passion, that intensity?"

"At what cost?" Aradhya's voice rose. "Our marriage? Our trust? Ari, loyalty is important to me. I would never cross that line, no matter how vivid my fantasies might be."

I stood too, reaching for her. "Aradhya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I want you to be happy. And I want you to be satisfied. Completely."

Her eyes softened slightly, but her posture remained rigid. "And you think I'm not? Ari, those fantasies... they're just that. Fantasies. They're not real life. Real life is you and me, building a life together. That's what matters to me."

I nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and... was that disappointment? "You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

My sweet, devoted wife stepped closer, cupping my face in her hands. "I love you, Ari. Only you. Please don't ever doubt that." As I looked into her eyes, I saw sincerity there. But I couldn't shake the memory of the passion in her voice last night, the flush on her cheeks as she described her desires.

We embraced, the tension slowly draining from the room. I got ready for work soon after as it was an in-office day for me. I kissed Aradhya goodbye, the tension from our morning conversation still lingering in the air. As I headed to work, my mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

At the office, I struggled to focus on my tasks. My phone buzzed, and I saw a text from an unknown number: " Hey, dis Harpreet plumber. Get number from landlord. Bill ready for work. I come drop?"

My heart skipped a beat as I read the message. It’s the alpha male who'd been the star of Aradhya's vivid fantasies. The man I'd been imagining all night. My palms grew sweaty as I stared at my phone, an idea slowly forming in my mind. I glanced around the office, suddenly feeling exposed. My coworkers carried on with their day, oblivious to the internal struggle raging within me. I loosened my tie, feeling constricted. My fingers hovered over the virtual keypad, trembling slightly. Was I really considering this? After the conversation I'd had with Aradhya this morning? I closed my eyes, remembering the passion in her voice as she'd described her fantasies. The flush on her cheeks, the hunger in her eyes. And then I thought of my own inadequacies, my inability to satisfy her the way she deserved.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I started typing: "Sure, you can drop it at my apartment. My wife's home working."

I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the send button. This was wrong. I'd promised my wife I wouldn't pursue this. We'd agreed it was just a fantasy. But the temptation was overwhelming. The possibility of what might happen. The chance to see if reality could match the vivid pictures in my mind. I hit send before I could second-guess myself. Immediately, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. Excitement. Guilt. Arousal. Fear. What was I doing? Setting up a scenario I'd just promised Aradhya I wouldn't pursue? But the temptation was too strong to resist. I put my phone down on my desk, hands shaking slightly. There was no going back now. I'd set something in motion, something that could change everything.

The morning crawled by, my imagination running wild. What might be happening at home? Was I making a huge mistake? As soon as my lunch break hit, I couldn't wait any longer. I dialed my wife's number, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Ring... ring... ring...

"H-hello?" Aradhya's voice came through, sounding breathless and flustered.

"Hey honey!", I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "Just checking in. How's your day going?"

There was a pause, longer than usual. I heard rustling in the background.

"Oh, um, it's... it's fine.", she replied, her voice slightly higher than normal. "Just busy with work, you know."

"Anything interesting happen?", I pressed, my free hand clenching into a fist.

Another pause. "No, nothing really. Just... just the usual."

I could hear the tension in her voice, the slight tremor that told me she wasn't being entirely truthful.

"Are you sure?", I asked, my throat tight. "You sound a bit... off."

"I'm fine, Ari.", she said quickly. Too quickly. "Listen, I've got to go. Conference call starting. Talk to you later, okay?"

Before I could respond, the line went dead.

I stared at my phone, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. What had just happened? What was happening in our apartment right now?

The rest of the workday stretched endlessly before me, my mind filled with vivid imaginations of what might be unfolding at home. Had my impulsive decision set something irreversible in motion? As I sat there, torn between arousal and anxiety, I realized I was standing on the edge of a precipice. Whatever happened next would change our relationship forever. And there was no going back.