Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya’s narration continues)

I entered the kitchen, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. He stayed by the archway, leaning against it with his muscular arms crossed over his chest. I could feel his gaze roaming over my body as I moved around, gathering cups and putting the kettle on.

"So, Harpreet," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "where are you originally from?"

"Small village in Punjab. You no hear maybe."

I nodded, not daring to look at him directly. "And how long have you been in Kolkata?"

"Five year…" he replied, his voice deep and rumbling. "City grow on me. Specially views like this." I felt my cheeks burn, knowing he wasn’t talking about the cityscape.

"It must be quite different from Punjab?" I said, fumbling with the tea bags.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Yeah, but some cheez are universal. Beauty, for one-ji."

I dropped a spoon at his insinuation, the clatter echoing loudly in the charged silence of the kitchen. Time seemed to slow down as I realized what I had to do. I hesitated for a moment, acutely aware of Harpreet’s eyes on me. Taking a deep breath, I slowly bent down to retrieve it. My thin nightgown clung to my body, riding up my thighs as I reached for the spoon. I could feel the cool air on my skin, knowing that the hem was inching dangerously high. As I stretched my arm out, I heard the brutish plumber’s sharp intake of breath. It was a hiss of appreciation, raw and unfiltered. I froze for a second, my fingers just brushing the fallen utensil. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

I stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I was giving Harpreet quite a view, my ass lifted, the nightgown barely covering it. Part of me wanted to spring up, to cover myself. But another part, a part I didn’t want to acknowledge, reveled in his attention. Finally, I grasped the spoon and slowly, deliberately straightened up. I could feel his gaze burning into me, following every curve of my body as I rose. When I turned to face him, his eyes were dark with undisguised lust, his breathing noticeably heavier.

"Be careful, madam-ji." he said, his voice husky. "Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself."

I straightened up, my heart pounding. "I’m fine, thank you," I managed to say.

"More than fine, I'd say-ji.", he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. The kettle whistled, making me jump. I poured the water with shaky hands, hyper-aware of Harpreet’s presence behind me.

"How do you like your tea?" I asked, not turning around.

"Sweet." he replied, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Like you." I nearly spilled the hot water. His flirting was becoming more obvious, and I knew I should put a stop to it. But something kept me silent, a thrill of excitement coursing through me.

I realized the sugar was in the top cabinet. Due to my short height, I couldn’t reach it. I stretched on my tiptoes, nightgown riding up, fingers barely grazing the shelf. Suddenly, I felt Harpreet's towering presence behind me.

"I help you with that, madam-ji." he rumbled, his voice seeming to come from far above.

Before I could respond, he was there. His broad chest pressed against my back, work shirt rough on my bare shoulders. His muscular arm reached past me, brushing my side. I froze, caught between him and the counter, feeling absolutely dwarfed by his massive frame. His scent enveloped me - sweat, dirt, and raw masculinity. My heart raced, pulse pounding in my ears. I felt small, vulnerable in his shadow, like a mouse caught by a bear. His calloused hand grazed my arm as he grabbed the sugar box. My skin tingled where he touched. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath hot on the top of my head.

Time seemed to stand still. Part of me wanted to pull away, to create distance. But another part... another part wanted to lean into him, to feel more of his solid frame against me. He didn’t move immediately. For a moment, we stood there, bodies touching almost intimately. I could feel every rise and fall of his chest, the subtle shift of his hips. And then... oh gosh, I felt something else. Something soft at first, pressing against my lower back, but slowly... growing. Swelling. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what it was, how well-endowed he clearly was. My nipples hardened, pressing against the thin fabric of my dress. I felt a warmth spreading between my legs, a response I couldn’t control. When he finally stepped back, I felt a rush of cool air...and a twinge of disappointment. He set the sugar box on the counter, his hand lingering near mine.

"There you go, madam-ji." he said, voice low and gravelly. "Anything else you need reaching?" I turned to face him, acutely aware of how close we still were, how I had to crane my neck to look up at him. His eyes were dark, intense. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.

"N-no," I stammered. "Thank you, Harpreet."

He nodded slowly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "My pleasure, madam-ji. Always happy to lend helping hand... or anything else you going to need."

As I stirred the tea, I could feel him moving staring at me, just a foot away perhaps. The air seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. I turned, cups in hand, and found him much nearer than before.

"Here’s your tea…", I said softly, holding out a cup.

His rough fingers brushed against mine as he took it, lingering just a moment too long. "Thanks you.", he said, his eyes locked on mine. "Not often I get served by such a sundar lady."

I blushed. After handing him the tea, I leaned against the counter, trying to steady myself. Harpreet took a long sip, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Mmmmmm…" he rumbled, licking his lips. "Meetha, just like I like it. You got good touch, madam-ji."

I felt my cheeks burn. "Thank you…", I murmured, unable to look away from his intense gaze.

He took another sip, then grinned. "You know, I drink many different kind of tea, but none so... good like this." His words were making me shiver. I could also feel the heat radiating from his massive body, even from across the kitchen.

"I’m glad you like it.", I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Harpreet chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent tingles down my spine. "Oh, I like a lot. The tea... and the company." We stood in silence for a moment, the air thick with tension. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, feel the dampness between my thighs.

Finally, he drained his cup and set it down. "Well, madam, I go now. Got other place to be." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded paper. "Here the bill.", he said, holding it out to me. I stepped forward to take it, and he deliberately let his fingers brush against mine. The touch sent a jolt through my body. "Shukriya for the chai.", he said, his voice low and husky, "And the beauty show."

With that, he turned and left, his heavy footsteps echoing through the house. I stood there, bill in hand, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

(Aradhya’s narration ends)

Aradhya’s voice trailed off, her breath coming in short gasps. I smirked, knowing the effect her own story was having on her. My fingers moved faster, circling her clit with more pressure. I could feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around my digits.

"And then what happened?" I asked, my voice thick with lust.

"I... oh gosh, Ari!", Aradhya moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. "I... I touched myself. Thinking about him. His hands, his body, his...", her words dissolved into a long, low moan as she came, her whole body shuddering with release. I kept my fingers moving, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed on the bed, spent and panting.

As Aradhya's breathing gradually steadied, she shifted against me. Her eyes widened as she felt my prominent erection pressing against her through my thin pyjamas. "Ari...", she said, her tone a mix of surprise and playfulness. "Did you... did you enjoy hearing about that so much?"

I chuckled softly, running my fingers through her hair. "I think my body's reaction speaks for itself, don't you?"

Aradhya bit her lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "But... I don't understand. Aren't you... upset?"

"Why would I be upset?" I asked gently. "Aradhya, my love for you isn't diminished by what happened with that lowly plumber. If anything, seeing you so... alive... it only makes me want you more."

She looked at me skeptically. "You can't be serious. You're okay with the idea of me and... and him?"

I cupped her face in my hands, meeting her eyes. "I'm serious. Your happiness, your pleasure - that's what matters to me. You're young, beautiful... you should explore, experience. As long as you're safe and it's what you want, I support you."

Aradhya's brow furrowed. "But... taking it further... I don't know, Ari. It feels wrong."

"Hey…", I said softly, stroking her cheek. "You're in control here. You can take this as far as you want - or not at all. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you can stop. I just... I want to know what happens. For transparency, yes, but...", I trailed off, not wanting to admit how much the idea excited me.

Aradhya studied my face for a long moment. "You really mean it, don't you?" she whispered.

I nodded, feeling my heart race. "I do. Whatever you decide, I'm here. I love you, Aradhya. That won't change."

She took a deep breath, then slowly nodded. "Okay," she said softly. "I... I'll think about it. But Ari, if I do... you have to promise me. Promise me it won't change us."

I pulled her close, kissing her deeply. "I promise," I murmured against her lips. "Nothing could change how I feel about you."

Aradhya's eyes darkened with renewed desire. She reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. With practiced ease, she tore open the wrapper and slid the latex sheath over my straining erection. The touch of her fingers made me twitch and groan.

"I want you inside me, Ari!", she breathed, her hands sliding under my shirt. She shifted, straddling my lap in one fluid motion. I didn't need to be told twice. With trembling hands, I helped her remove her nightgown, revealing her perfect, slim-thick body. She lifted herself up, aligning our bodies, then slowly sank down onto me. We both moaned as I entered her, her wet heat enveloping me even through the thin barrier. She began to move, rolling her hips in a maddening rhythm. I gripped her waist, trying to hold on, but the combination of her tight pussy and the lingering images from her story pushed me to the edge far too quickly.

"Aradhya, I... I'm gonna...gonna…", I gasped.

"Yes, baby.", she purred, increasing her pace. "Cum for me. Let go."

Her words of encouragement pushed me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I came, my hips jerking upward as I filled the condom inside her. Aradhya slowed her movements, letting me ride out my orgasm.

As my breathing steadied, I felt a flush of embarrassment. "I'm sorry.", I muttered. "I couldn't... it was too much."

Aradhya laughed softly, leaning down to kiss me. "Don't worry about it, love.", she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Besides, I'm sure there are some... handy men out there who know how to take their time with a job. Maybe even ones who are good at... cleaning out pipes."

Her words sent a thrill through me, despite my recent climax. The implication was clear - she was hinting at taking things further with Harpreet, the burly plumber. And my goodness, the thought only excited me more. The image of his massive frame towering over my petite wife, his rough hands on her soft skin, made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

I swallowed hard, my voice husky as I replied, "Oh? And do you have anyone particular in mind for such... thorough work?"

Aradhya bit her lip, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "Maybe…", she whispered, her eyes dancing with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

My heart raced at her words, a potent cocktail of jealousy and arousal coursing through my veins. "Well…", I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "if you find someone like that, I'd be very interested in hearing all about their... techniques."