Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

The days following our heated encounter passed in a blur of normalcy. Aradhya and I fell back into our usual routine, the topic of Harpreet fading like a distant dream. Part of me was relieved, thinking perhaps the burly plumber hadn't been interested in my beautiful, dusky wife after all. Maybe he was just a flirt, seeking some harmless thrill and attention.

A week later, I returned home from work, my mind occupied with mundane office matters. As I stepped through the door, something felt different. The air was charged, reminiscent of that day with that low class plumber. My eyes fell on my wife, and I froze. Gone was her usual sari or salwar kameez. Instead, she wore a knee-length skirt that hugged her curves, paired with a blouse that seemed a size too small, straining against her breasts. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders in a way she rarely wore it at home.

"Welcome home, darling.", she said, her voice honey-sweet. There was something in her eyes, a glimmer of mischief that made my heart race.

"Aradhya?", I managed, my throat suddenly dry. "You look... different somehow."

She smiled, a slow, sly grin that sent shivers down my spine. "Do I? I just felt like a change today." As she moved to take my briefcase, I caught a whiff of her perfume - not her usual scent, but something heady and intoxicating. My mind raced, piecing together the clues. Her outfit, her demeanor, that smile.

"How was your day?", she asked, her tone casual but laden with hidden meaning.

I swallowed hard. "Fine. Uneventful. How about yours?"

Aradhya's smile widened, her eyes dancing with secrets. "Oh, you know. Just the usual. Although...", she paused, biting her lip in a way that made my cock twitch, "We did have a little plumbing issue earlier."

My heart skipped a beat. "Oh?", I managed, trying to keep my voice steady. "Did you... call someone to fix it?", I said jokingly.

She nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. "Well… you remember how impatient I was getting after our last... conversation? I decided to play my hand today."

Aradhya's eyes glimmered with excitement as she began to recount her day in more detail:

(Aradhya’s narration begins)

I was out on the balcony, hanging up some laundry I'd just washed. It was warm and sunny, and I was feeling... restless. And that's when I spotted our favorite plumber walking down the street. Gosh Ari… he looked even bigger than I remembered. All sweaty from work, his shirt clinging to those muscles. He noticed me too. Looked right up at me with those dark eyes and that cocky grin.

“Hey, madam-ji!”, he called up. “How about another cup of that sweet tea?"

I don't know what came over me, but I heard myself saying, “Why not? Come on up.”

I was already wearing this outfit, by the way. Thought I'd try something different today, you know? When I heard him coming up the stairs, my heart was pounding so hard. The way he looked at me when I opened the door….I felt so small next to him, but so... desirable. Like he could devour me whole. In the meantime, his eyes traveled up and down my body, lingering on my curves. I felt so exposed in this outfit, but also... flattered.

He grinned, saying, "Wah, madam! You looking like real Bollywood heroine today." I blushed, feeling so self-conscious, standing there in front of this sweaty, working-class man. But it reminded me of my college days in Delhi. How those Punjabi and Harayanvi boys would occasionally flirt with me, they'd call me their ‘exotic Bong beauty’. Our friendly neighborhood plumber had that same hungry look.

As he stepped inside, he said, "Hope you no mind I come inside."

His voice was deep, masculine. It made me feel... small, but not in a bad way. I asked him to make himself comfortable in the living room, while I prepared some tea. He nodded, giving me a lingering look before settling onto our sofa.

In the kitchen, I could still feel his presence. I called out, trying to make conversation, "So, Harpreet, how long have you been in this line of work?"

He chuckled, his deep voice carrying easily. "Oh, many year now, madam-ji. Start as small boy, learning from papa."

I was fumbling with the kettle, my hands trembling slightly. "That's... that's interesting." I managed. "You must be very skilled then."

There was a pause before he replied, "Oh yes, madam-ji. Very skilled only. With all type of... tool."

My cheeks burned at his tone. I busied myself with the tea preparations, but then I realized... the sugar was on the top shelf again. I hesitated, then called out, "Harpreet? Could you help me? The sugar..."

I heard him chuckle as he got up. "Again, madam-ji? You should keep lower only." He entered the kitchen, his massive frame filling the doorway. "Where would madam-ji be without me, ha?"

As he reached for the sugar, he pressed close behind me again. He was so tall! I felt tiny compared to him. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the musk of his skin. His broad chest brushed against my back as he stretched upward. But that wasn't all. I could feel... his manhood. It was pressed against my lower back, and even though he wasn't... excited...yet, I could tell it was... substantial. Bigger than...yours.

"Here you go, madam-ji.", he murmured, his breath hot on my ear as he handed me the sugar jar. I shivered, feeling the rumble of his voice through his chest. I was frozen. Caught between the counter and this mountain of a man, feeling things I knew I shouldn't. His body heat enveloped me, and I could feel every inch where we touched. Especially... that part. He didn't move away immediately. Instead, he lingered, his massive frame keeping me pinned. I could feel his breath on my neck, sending tingles down my spine. Part of me wanted to lean back into him, to feel more. Harpreet must've noticed because he... he didn't step back. Instead, his large, calloused hand engulfed mine on the sugar jar.

"Let me help you with that, madam-ji.", he rumbled, his chest vibrating against my back. He guided my hand to the jar's lid, his fingers intertwining with mine as we twisted it open. I could feel the strength in his grip, so controlled yet powerful.

"Easy does it.", he murmured again, his lips nearly brushing my ear. He kept hold of my hand as we lifted the jar. His other arm came around me, steadying us both. I was completely surrounded by him - his scent, his heat, his... everything.

"Gently now.", he instructed, his voice low and husky. We tilted the jar together, sugar spilling into the spoon. One tablespoon... then another... His body pressed closer with each movement, his groin firmly against my backside. I could feel him... growing.

Time seemed to stretch. Each second felt like an eternity, filled with the sensation of his rough skin on mine, the heat of his breath on my neck, the firmness of his body against me. When we finished, he didn't let go immediately. His hand lingered on mine, his thumb stroking my wrist.

"There we go, madam-ji.", he said, his voice thick with something I was afraid to name. "Sweet enough for both of us."

He didn't step back after though. Instead, his massive body seemed to envelop me even more. His free hand came to rest on my hip, so large it nearly spanned my entire waist. "You're tense, madam-ji.", he said, his voice a low rumble that I could feel reverberating through his chest and into my back. "Let me help you relax."

Before I could process what was happening, his thumb began to move in slow, deliberate circles on my hip. The sensation sent shivers up my spine. "Harpreet…", I whispered, my voice barely audible. "We shouldn't..."

But he didn't stop. If anything, his touch became more insistent. "Shouldn't what, madam-ji?", he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I just helping you relax only. Nothing wrong with that, na?"

I knew I should stop him. Push him away. But God help me... I couldn't. His touch felt so good, so right. I found myself leaning back into him, my head resting against his broad chest. He took that as a green light. The hand that had been guiding mine now grabbed my other hip. Both his hands were on me, kneading like he was trying to work the tension out of dough.

"That's it." he murmured approvingly. "Just let go. Let Harpreet take care that hot body."