Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual, my mind still buzzing from the events of yesterday. Aradhya stirred beside me, her eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning!", I mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I think I'll head into the office today."

Aradhya's eyebrow arched slightly. "Oh? I thought you were working from home for the rest of the week."

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, but there's a project I should probably check on in person. Might be there late, actually."

A flicker of understanding passed across Aradhya's face, quickly replaced by a mixture of guilt and excitement. She bit her lower lip, a habit I'd always found irresistible. "Alright.", she said softly. "I'll... I'll keep myself busy here."

As I dressed for work, I caught Aradhya's reflection in the mirror. She was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around her waist. My cock twitched at the sight, and I had to force myself to look away.

"You know…", I said, adjusting my tie, "if anything needs fixing around the house, don't hesitate to call someone. That plumber seemed... capable." I chuckled as I said it.

Aradhya's breath hitched audibly. "Ari..."

I turned to face her, my heart racing. "I mean it, Aradhya. Whatever you need. Whatever makes you happy."

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Thank you.", she whispered.

The bus ride to work was a blur. My mind kept conjuring images of Aradhya and that low-class brutish plumber. Their bodies entwined, his massive frame dwarfing hers. By the time I reached the office, I was achingly hard. I tried to focus on work, but by noon, the curiosity was killing me. With trembling fingers, I dialed Aradhya's number. It rang... and rang... and went to voicemail. My heart raced as I tried again. And again. On the fourth attempt, someone finally picked up. But instead of Aradhya's soft voice, I heard a deep, masculine grunt.

"Hello?" The voice was rough, accented.

My mouth went dry. "Who... who is this?"

A low chuckle. "Myself Harpreet."

Fuck! I yelled out in my head. My cock twitched traitorously in my pants. "I... I need to speak with Aradhya.", I managed to croak out.

Another laugh. "Sorry, bhai. She bit busy right now." In the background, I heard a muffled female voice. My wife's voice. There was a brief scuffle, and then suddenly, Aradhya was on the line.

"Ari?", She sounded breathless, panting slightly. "This... this isn't a good time to talk."

I swallowed hard, picturing her flushed and disheveled. My heart raced, a mix of concern and arousal flooding my system. "Aradhya, are you... are you okay? Is everything alright?" There was a brief pause, filled only by the sound of her heavy breathing. In the background, I thought I heard a deep, masculine chuckle.

"I'm fine, Ari.", Aradhya said, her voice a bit steadier now. "We had a leakage in one of the pipes again, which is why Harpreet is here. You don't need to worry." I understood that there was no leakage and that she was lying to me in front of Harpreet, so that he doesn’t get suspicious that I’m in on this. The implications of her words though, sent a shiver down my spine. My 5.5-inch member started twitching in my pants.

"Are you sure?", I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper. "If you need me to come home..."

"No!", my wife said quickly. Too quickly. "I mean, that's not necessary. I promise, everything is... under control."

I closed my eyes, imagining what kind of 'control' she might be under right now. "O-okay.", I stammered. "If you're sure, I understand. I'll... I'll call you later."

"Okay.", she replied, sounding distracted again. "Bye, Ari. See you when you get home."

The line went dead, leaving me sitting there, phone still pressed to my ear, my mind reeling with the possibilities of what was happening in our home right at this moment.  My heart pounded in my chest, a chaotic mix of emotions overwhelming me. Jealousy burned hot in my gut, imagining that tall burly plumber’s massive hands on my wife’s soft skin. But alongside it, a perverse excitement surged through me, my cock achingly hard at the thought of my wife possibly being thoroughly fucked by that low-class brute. Shame colored my cheeks as I realized how much this was turning me on. I felt powerless, emasculated, and yet...I'd never been more aroused in my life. My hand trembled as I set down the phone, my mind racing with vivid images of what might be happening in our bedroom right now. I was torn between wanting to rush home and interrupt them, and the desperate desire to let it continue, to hear every sordid detail later from my wife’s lips.

The rest of the workday crawled by, with each minute an agonizing eternity. Every few seconds, I'd shift uncomfortably in my chair, my erection refusing to subside. As soon as the clock hit 5, I bolted from the office. I took an Uber this time and the ride home was a blur of anticipation and anxiety. I burst through our front door, my heart pounding.

"Aradhya?" I called out, my voice cracking.

"In the kitchen!" she responded.

I found her at the stove, stirring something that smelled delicious. She wore her usual silky nightdress, the pale blue fabric clinging to her curves. My eyes roamed her body, searching for any sign of her afternoon activities. Her hair was slightly mussed, but otherwise, she looked... normal. When she finally noticed me, her face lit up. She crossed the kitchen in three quick strides and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, tasting faintly of... something unfamiliar. Her body pressed against me, soft and warm, and I groaned into her mouth.

"Welcome home.", she murmured as we parted, her eyes dark with desire.

"Are you okay?", I asked, searching her face. "I was worried..."

Aradhya smiled softly. "I'm fine, Ari. Better than fine, actually."

I swallowed hard. "Harpreet was here?", I asked, my voice low.

At the mere mention of the plumber's name, Aradhya's cheeks flushed pink. She bit her lower lip, looking suddenly shy. "As you already know.", she chuckled, "I... I promise I'll tell you everything after dinner, okay?"

My cock twitched at her words. "Everything?", I whispered.

Aradhya nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "Everything!", she confirmed. "Every detail. Just... let's eat first. I think we'll both need the energy."

As she turned back to the stove, I couldn't help but notice a slight hitch in her step. My imagination ran wild, picturing what might have caused it. Dinner couldn't come soon enough. After dinner, I helped her with the dishes, my hands shaking slightly as I dried each plate. The anticipation was killing me. The clink of silverware and the soft splash of water filled the silence between us, punctuated only by our quiet breathing. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, searching for any signs of what had transpired earlier. The way she moved, the slight flush on her cheeks, the occasional bite of her lower lip - it all seemed charged with unspoken tension. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Setting down the dish towel with trembling fingers, I turned to face her.

"Aradhya…", I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need to know. Please, tell me what happened today." She paused, her hands stilling in the soapy water. Slowly, she turned off the faucet and dried her hands, avoiding my gaze. When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were dark with a mixture of guilt and excitement that made my heart race.

"Alright.", she whispered, her voice husky. "Let's sit down."

We moved to the living room, the short walk feeling like an eternity. Aradhya settled onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. I sat beside her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body, but not quite touching. The air between us crackled with tension. My wife took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. In that moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty cross her face, quickly replaced by determination.

"I went out for groceries this morning.", she began, her voice low and intimate. "I was wearing that blue saree you like so much. You know, the one with the gold embroidery?" I nodded, picturing it clearly. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the tantalizing glimpse of her midriff.

"As I was leaving the store, I stopped at the nearby street tea stall for a quick chai. It was busy. You know, like how it gets in the mornings. All these people rushing about, the smell of spices and exhaust in the air.", Aradhya's eyes took on a faraway look, as if she was reliving the moment. "That's when I saw him. Our friendly neighborhood plumber.", she stifled a giggle.

My breath caught in my throat. Aradhya must have noticed, because she paused, studying my face. I nodded for her to continue, not trusting my voice.

"He was there, leaning against his work van, grinning at me like... like he knew exactly what I was thinking." Aradhya's voice dropped lower, taking on a husky quality that sent shivers down my spine. "At first, I tried to ignore him. I focused on my chai, on the bustle of the street around us. But the way he was looking at me...", she paused, lost in the memory. I shifted uncomfortably, my cock already hardening in my pants. She continued seconds later, "It was like he could see right through me, you know? Like he knew exactly what had been going through my mind since... since that first day." Aradhya's cheeks flushed a deep pink. "I kept thinking about his hands. Those big, rough hands that had touched me so... so confidently."

I swallowed hard, picturing those same hands on my wife's soft skin. "What did you do?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya bit her lip again, a gesture that never failed to drive me wild. "I... I decided to invite him over. Told him I needed help moving some furniture.", she laughed softly, the sound tinged with embarrassment and excitement. "It was a terrible excuse, but I couldn't think of anything else. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought everyone around us must be able to hear it."

"And he agreed?", I prompted, desperate for her to continue.

She nodded. "His eyes lit up as soon as I asked. Like he'd been waiting for this invitation. He said he'd be over in a few minutes, just needed to grab his tools."

The implication of those words hung heavy in the air between us. I pictured Harpreet, that tall, brutish, low-class man, eagerly anticipating what was to come. My cock throbbed painfully in response.

"What happened then?", I asked, my voice hoarse as I was growing impatient.

"I rushed home.", Aradhya continued, her words coming faster now. "I barely had time to put the groceries away before... before there was a knock at the door. It was so loud, Ari. So... commanding. I knew it was him." She paused, taking a shaky breath. I reached out, taking her hand in mine. Her skin felt feverishly hot. "When I opened the door, he was just... standing there. So tall, so... imposing. The hallway suddenly felt so small with him filling the doorway.", Aradhya's breath hitched. "He asked what furniture needed moving, but I... I couldn't speak. My mouth went dry, and all I could do was stare at him."

I leaned forward, hanging on her every word. "And then?"

Aradhya's eyes darkened, her pupils dilating with the memory. "I think he realized then that it was just an excuse. That I hadn't really called him over for any... practical reason."

"What did he do?", I whispered, both dreading and desperately wanting to hear the answer.

"He stepped inside, Ari. Closed the door behind him. And then... then he made his move." Aradhya's voice had dropped to a near-whisper, but in the silence of our living room, it felt deafening.