Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya’s narration continues)

Harpreet’s fingers worked their way up to my waist, then higher, skimming the sides of my breasts. I gasped, arching into his touch involuntarily. He chuckled, a deep, masculine sound that sent heat pooling in my belly. "That feel good, madam-ji?" he asked.

I felt small, delicate in his massive hands. And yet... powerful. Desirable. I turned my head slightly, looking up at him through my lashes. "Harpreet..." I breathed, not even sure what I was asking for.

His eyes, when they met mine, were dark with hunger. "Yes, madam?" he asked, his voice husky. One of his hands moved to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "What you need?" I couldn't speak. Couldn't think. All I could do was feel - his rough hands on my skin, his solid warmth behind me, his semi-hardness pressing insistently against my lower back. I parted my lips slightly, my tongue darting out to wet them. His eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilating. His hand on my cheek slid down to my neck, then lower, tracing my collarbone. I held my breath as his fingers dipped beneath the neckline of my blouse, brushing against the swell of my breast. "Beautiful." he murmured. "So soft. So fucking delicate." I should've slapped him for that, but instead, it sent a thrill through me. His other hand, still on my hip, began to move as well. Slowly, teasingly, it crept around to my front, his fingers splaying across my lower abdomen. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of my skirt, making me acutely aware of how close he was to my dripping pussy. And yes, it was indeed dripping! His hand on my tit became bolder, cupping me fully through my blouse. His thumb found my nipple, circling it teasingly. Even through the layers of fabric, the sensation was electric.

"Mmmnnh….", I whimpered, unable to contain my pleasure, arching into his touch like a whore.

"That's it, madam-ji!!" he encouraged, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Let me hear you. Tell Harpreet how mast it feeling." I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape. But Harpreet wasn't having it. The hand on my abdomen slid lower, his fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of my skirt.

"No hold back.", he commanded, "I want hear every gandi little awaaz." As if to emphasize his point, he pinched my nipple hard.

"Ohhh fuck!" A cry escaped me before I could stop it, high and needy.

"Good girl!" he praised.

"Haaah... haaah...", my breath came in short, sharp gasps as I writhed under his touch. His words should have shamed me, but instead, they only fueled the fire building inside me. I pressed back against him, feeling the hard length of his cock against my ass. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made me feel powerful and desired.

"Be careful, madam-ji.", he warned, his voice strained. "Keep doing like that and I might just bend you over this counter and chod you proper."

The image his words conjured sent a bolt of heat straight to my core. I whimpered again, rolling my hips back against him. "Is that what you wanting, madam-ji?" he asked, his hand slipping further into my skirt. "You want me to have sex with you right here, in your own kitchen? While your pati-dev could come home any minute?"

I knew I should say no. Should push him away and tell him to leave. But then the phone rang. It was like a bucket of ice water. I pushed Harpreet away, nearly stumbling in my haste to answer it. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the receiver. It was your mother, of all people. I don't even remember what she said. All I could focus on was Harpreet's presence behind me, the lingering heat of his touch. My breath was coming in short gasps. I must've sounded like a lunatic.

The call felt like it lasted forever. When I finally hung up, Harpreet was gone. Just... vanished. Like he'd never been there. But fuck, I could still feel him. His hands on my body, his breath on my neck. I was so fucking wet. So turned on it hurt. I locked myself in the bathroom, my legs barely holding me up. I... I touched myself! Right there, with my back against the door. It didn't take long. I came so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

Afterward, I felt…ashamed. Guilty. But also... exhilarated. Alive in a way I haven't felt in years. I cleaned up, but... I kept the same clothes on. I wanted you to see. Wanted you to know what almost happened.

(Aradhya’s narration ends)

When she finished, I was silent, processing. Then, to my own surprise, I heard myself ask, "Did you like it?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes!" she admitted. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I loved it!"

As Aradhya's words hung in the air, a whirlwind of emotions surged through me. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, harder than it had been in years. Fuck, hearing her admit how much she loved this burly low-class brute’s touch... it was like a shot of pure adrenaline straight to my groin. I felt a heady mix of jealousy, arousal, and... relief. Yes, relief. For months, I'd been letting Aradhya down in the bedroom. My pathetic inability to last more than a few strokes had turned our sex life into a joke. But now, there was light at the end of the tunnel.

Aradhya's eyes met mine, a mix of guilt and desire swirling in their depths. "Ari, I... I need to know. Are you really okay with this? What happened with Harpreet?"

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Aradhya, listen to me. It's more than okay. Remember all those conversations we had about... about exploring? About you finding satisfaction elsewhere?" She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. "Well, this is exactly what I meant.”, I continued, “I want you to be happy, to feel pleasure. And if Harpreet can give you that...", I swallowed hard, my cock twitching at the thought. "I want to know everything. Every detail. Just like you told me today."

Relief washed over her features. "You really mean that?"

I nodded, my throat dry. "I do. But right now, I... I need a moment. I'm going to take a shower."

In the bathroom, I turned the water to cold, letting it shock my system. My mind raced with images of Harpreet's hands on Aradhya, his massive frame dwarfing her. I stroked myself once, twice, before forcing my hand away. Not yet.

After dinner, I felt Aradhya's eyes on me. She approached slowly, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Ari... you seem... excited. Is it because of what happened today? With... with him?"

I felt my cheeks flush. "Maybe…", I admitted.

She pressed against me, her hand trailing down my chest. "Tell me, Ari. Does it excite you to think of him touching your wife?"

I couldn't speak, just nodded.

Aradhya's lips met mine in a searing kiss. The kiss was electric, charged with a new energy we'd never experienced before. As we stumbled towards the bed, our hands roamed frantically, desperate to touch, to feel. I tugged at her blouse, my fingers trembling as I undid each button. In my mind's eye, I saw Harpreet's massive hands doing the same, and my cock throbbed painfully. Aradhya's skirt fell to the floor.

"Fuckkkk!", I breathed, moving my fingers over her waist. Aradhya shivered under my touch.

"Tell me.", she whispered, her eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you're thinking."

I swallowed hard. "I'm thinking about his hands on you. How they must have felt. So much bigger than mine..."

Aradhya moaned softly, arching into my touch. I lowered her onto the bed, drinking in the sight of her. My wife, disheveled and wanting, marked by another man's touch. I took my time, kissing a trail from her neck to her breasts. My tongue circled her nipples, imagining Harpreet's beard scratching the sensitive skin. Aradhya's hands fisted in my hair, urging me lower.

"Please, Ari.", she gasped. "I need..."

I knew what she needed. What we both needed. I kissed down her stomach, past her navel, until I reached the apex of her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, musky and rich. I wondered if Harpreet had smelled it too, if he'd been as intoxicated as I was now. My tongue darted out, tasting her. Aradhya bucked against my mouth, a low moan escaping her lips. I licked and sucked, imagining Harpreet's larger tongue, his rougher touch. The fantasy drove me wild, and I redoubled my efforts, determined to make Aradhya come undone.

When she finally shattered, crying out my name mixed with pleas to the heavens, I felt a surge of pride. But it was tinged with something else - a burning desire to hear her crying out Harpreet’s name again instead. I kissed my way back up her body, positioning my manhood between her thighs. Aradhya's eyes met mine, hazy with post-orgasmic bliss but still hungry for more.

"I love you.", I whispered, slowly pushing into her wet heat.

"I love you too.", she gasped, her nails digging into my back.

I tried to go slow, to savor the moment, but the tight, slick feel of her combined with the lingering images of Harpreet in my mind pushed me rapidly towards the edge. When I finally entered her fully, I was already teetering on the brink. "It's okay, Ari…", Aradhya whispered as I tried desperately to hold back. "Let go. We have all the time in the world to explore this... together."

With a groan, I came, collapsing onto her. As we lay there, catching our breath, Aradhya stroked my hair. "Thank you.", she murmured, "For understanding. For... for letting me have this."

I lifted my head, meeting her eyes. She kissed me softly. "And this... this is just the beginning, isn't it?"

I nodded, a thrill of anticipation running through me. "Yes.", I whispered. "Just the beginning."