Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

"Tell me.", I pleaded, my own voice rough with need. "Tell me everything."

Aradhya nodded, her grip on my hand tightening. "He... he didn't say anything at first. Just looked at me with those dark brown eyes of his. Then, slowly, he reached out and touched my face. His hand was so big, Ari. So rough. I could feel the calluses on his palm as he cupped my cheek."

I closed my eyes, picturing the scene. The contrast between Harpreet's large, work-worn hands and my wife’s delicate features. My cock strained against my pants, demanding attention.

"I knew I should step back.", Aradhya continued, her voice trembling slightly. "But I couldn't move. It was like I was frozen in place, just... waiting to see what he'd do next."

She paused, taking a shaky breath. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, more intimate. "He leaned in close, Ari. So close I could smell him - that mix of sweat and motor oil and something uniquely... him. And then he whispered in my ear:

Harpreet: I been thinking about you, madam-ji. About that mulayam (soft) skin of yours.

A low groan escaped me before I could stop it. Aradhya's eyes snapped to mine, searching my face. Whatever she saw there must have reassured her, because she continued, her words coming faster now.

"His other hand went to my waist, pulling me against him. Gosh, Ari, he felt like a wall of muscle. So different from... from you." She bit her lip, looking guilty for a moment. "Not better, just... different." I nodded, encouraging her to go on. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

"I should have pushed him away.", Aradhya whispered. "But instead, I... I tilted my head back. Offered my neck to him like... like some kind of offering." The image seared itself into my brain - my beautiful, dignified wife, surrendering herself to this rough, working-class man. I shifted uncomfortably, my erection painful in its confinement.

"He took the invitation…", Aradhya continued, her eyes glazed with the memory. "His lips were on my neck, hot and demanding. And his beard... gosh, his beard was so rough against my skin. It scratched and tickled, sending shivers down my spine." She absently rubbed her neck, as if she could still feel the sensation. "It was nothing like your smooth-shaven face. The contrast was... intoxicating. Every brush of his facial hair against my sensitive skin was like a jolt of electricity." I swallowed hard, picturing it vividly. Harpreet's dark, coarse beard scbanging against Aradhya's delicate neck, leaving red marks in its wake. Marking her. Claiming her.

"He nuzzled into the crook of my neck.", Aradhya continued, her breath coming faster now. "His beard tickled my collarbone, then dragged along my jawline as he made his way back to my lips. It was almost... almost painful, but in the most delicious way. The kiss...wasn't gentle or sweet. It was... hungry. Demanding. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me. It was like a battering ram, forcing its way in and out of my mouth. I could taste the paan he must have been chewing earlier - spicy and slightly bitter. Mixed with the taste of chai and something uniquely... him."

I shifted uncomfortably, my erection straining painfully against my pants as I pictured the scene. "He didn't kiss like you do, Ari…", my wife admitted, her cheeks flushing. "It wasn't gentle or loving. It was... primal. Possessive. His teeth nipped at my lower lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. His beard rasped against my skin, leaving it feeling raw and sensitized. And his hands... oh Gosh, Ari, his hands were everywhere. Grabbing my hips, squeezing my ass through the saree."

My own breathing had become ragged as I hung on her every word.

"His hands tangled in my hair, gripping it tightly at the nape of my neck. He used that grip to angle my head, to deepen the kiss even further. I felt like I was drowning in him, in his taste, his smell, the feel of his body pressing me against the wall.", Aradhya's eyes met mine, dark with remembered passion and present desire. "When he finally pulled away, my lips felt bruised and swollen. My skin was on fire from the scratch of his beard. I... I had never felt so thoroughly kissed in my life."

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. "And then?", I whispered, both dreading and desperately needing to hear more.

Aradhya's eyes darkened as she continued, her voice low and husky. "That's when it happened, Ari. That's when you called on the landline."

My breath caught in my throat, remembering that confusing, arousing conversation. "Go on…", I whispered.

She nodded, biting her lip. "We were against the wall when the phone started ringing. Harpreet had me pinned there, his body pressed against mine. He'd just started to unwrap my saree when we heard it."

I closed my eyes, picturing the scene. "But Harpreet answered first?", I murmured.

"Yes…", Aradhya admitted, her cheeks flushing. "He... he suddenly pulled away from me and rushed to the sofa where the phone was. I panicked, knowing it might be you. I tried to get there first, but he was quicker." Aradhya's cheeks deepened to a dark red as she continued, "I reached for the phone, trying to grab it from him. But he held it out of my reach, grinning as he answered. I was pressed against him, still trying to get the receiver."

I remembered Harpreet's deep voice, the way he'd chuckled. "He sounded... amused."

She nodded. "He was. While he talked to you, I was practically climbing him, reaching for the phone. His free hand was on my waist, steadying me. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach as I stretched upwards."

My breath hitched. "Is that why you sounded so... breathless when you finally got on the phone?"

"Yes," Aradhya whispered. "By the time I wrestled the receiver away from him, my saree had loosened even more from the struggle. It was hanging off my shoulder, exposing my blouse. And Harpreet... he took advantage of my exposed skin."

I shifted uncomfortably, my erection painfully hard. "You said it wasn't a good time to talk."

"It really wasn't!", Aradhya admitted. "Gosh, Ari, he kept touching me while I was talking to you. His hand moved from my waist to my breast, squeezing it through my blouse. I thought I might moan out loud at any moment."

My cock twitched at her words. "I asked if you were okay…", I recalled.

Aradhya's eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of guilt and arousal. "I remember. I told you I was fine. More than fine. And I was, Ari. I felt... alive. Wanton. Harpreet's hands on me, his beard scratching my skin as he nipped at my neck, all while I was talking to you... it was intoxicating. "

"I offered to come home.", I said softly.

She nodded. "You did. And for a moment, I was tempted to say yes. To have you walk in and see... see what was happening. But I couldn't. I wasn't ready for it to end. I wanted... I needed to see where this would go."

I remembered the abrupt end to our call. "You hung up quickly."

Aradhya's eyes darkened with remembered passion. "I did. Because at that moment, Harpreet... he...", she paused, biting her lip.

"Tell me.", I urged, both dreading and desperately needing to hear more. "What did he do?"

Aradhya's eyes glazed over with a mixture of shame and arousal, "After I hung up the phone, there was this... moment. This charged silence between us. Harpreet's eyes were dark, hungry. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He... he sat down on the sofa. Just plopped down, his legs spread wide, those dirty work boots planted firmly on our carpet. And then...", she paused, biting her lip. "He pulled me onto his lap."

My cock twitched painfully in my pants. "He pulled you?"

Aradhya nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yes. His hands were so... so strong, Ari. Calloused and rough from his work. He grabbed my hips and just... yanked me down. I ended up straddling him, my saree bunching up around my knees. Then...", Aradhya's voice dropped to a husky whisper, "Then we started kissing again. Meanwhile, his hands were everywhere. They started on my hips, gripping so tight I thought he might leave bruises. Then they slid up my sides, rough palms catching on the silk of my saree. When he reached my breasts, he... he didn't hesitate. He pushed my pallu aside for better access and then just grabbed them, squeezing hard through my blouse and bra."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. "How did that feel?"

"It felt... amazing!", Aradhya admitted, her voice thick with arousal. "His hands were so big, so powerful. And the way he touched me... it wasn't gentle or reverent like you, Ari. It was possessive. Demanding. Like he was claiming me."

My cock throbbed at her words. "What else?", I asked, barely able to form the words.

Aradhya's cheeks deepened to a dark red. "While he was groping my breasts, he started kissing down my neck. His beard was rough, scratching my skin, but his lips... his lips were surprisingly soft. He found this spot, just below my ear, that made me shiver." She paused, taking a shaky breath. "And all the while, I could feel him. His cock, pressing up against me through his work pants. It felt huge, Ari. Hot and hard, even through layers of fabric."

"Did you... did you move against him?"

My sweet, cute, devoted wife nodded, looking both ashamed and aroused. "I did. I couldn't help it. My body just... responded to him. I started rocking my hips, grinding down on his erection. And when I did, he... he groaned. This deep, guttural sound that I felt more than heard."

"What happened next?", I asked, my voice hoarse.

"He... he started speaking in Punjabi," Aradhya said, her eyes glazed with remembered passion. "I couldn't understand most of it, but the tone... Gosh, it was so dirty. So primal. He kept calling me 'kudi' and 'meri jaan', which I'm pretty sure means 'my life'. He also kept saying 'teri fuddi' and then something else. I didn't know what it meant at the time, but later I looked it up and..." She trailed off, her face burning.

"What did it mean?", I pressed, both dreading and desperately needing to know.

Aradhya met my eyes, her gaze smoldering. "It means 'your pussy'. He was talking about my pussy, Ari. Saying how wet it must be, how tight..."

I groaned involuntarily, my hand unconsciously moving to adjust my painfully hard erection. "What else, Aradhya? What else did he do?"

She took a deep breath before continuing. "His hands... they started roaming again. One slid down to my ass, gripping it hard through my saree. The other... the other moved to the front of my blouse. He started fumbling with the hooks, trying to undo them."

My breath caught in my throat. "Did he... did he succeed?"

Aradhya shook her head. "No. That's... that's when I stopped him. It was like a bucket of cold water, suddenly realizing how far things had gone. I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away from my blouse."

I nodded, a mix of relief and disappointment washing over me. "How did he react?"

"He looked... confused at first," Aradhya said. "Then frustrated. He tried to pull me back in for another kiss, but I put my hand on his chest, keeping him at bay. I told him... I told him we needed to stop."

"And did he?" I asked, tension coiling in my gut.

Aradhya nodded. "He did. He didn't look happy about it, but he didn't force anything. I climbed off his lap, adjusting my saree. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. I took a moment to catch my breath. My heart was racing, my body was on fire. Part of me wanted to climb right back onto his lap, to let him finish what he started. But I knew... I knew I couldn't.", she paused, taking a shaky breath. "So, I asked him to leave. Told him that the job was done, that he needed to go."

"Did he leave right away?", I asked, picturing Harpreet's frustrated expression.

Aradhya shook her head. "No, he hesitated. He stood up, adjusting himself in his pants - gosh, Ari, the bulge was obscene - and he asked if I was sure. Said he could... he could take care of me, make me feel good."

My cock twitched at her words, a mix of jealousy and arousal coursing through me. "What did you say?"

"I lied.", Aradhya admitted, her cheeks flushing. "I told him I was worried about you getting suspicious. About the neighbors noticing how long he'd been here. I... I appealed to his sense of discretion, I guess. And it worked! He seemed to understand then. He nodded, gathered his tools, and headed for the door. But before he left...", she trailed off, biting her lip.

"What?", I pressed. "What did he do?"

Aradhya met my eyes, her gaze intense. "He turned back to me and kissed me passionately one last time. And then he winked at me. Actually winked!”

"And then he left?"

She nodded. "Yes. He left, and I... I collapsed on the sofa, my heart pounding, my body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire. I could smell him on me - sweat and grease and something distinctly masculine. It took everything I had not to... not to touch myself right there.", her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of guilt and arousal, “I did later though, Ari. Soon after he left, in the shower. I couldn't help it. The memory of his hands on me, his beard scratching my skin, the way he smelled... it was too much. I came so hard I nearly collapsed."