Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

The next morning, I woke up with my wife nestled against me, her warm breath tickling my chest. Memories of our passionate encounter the night before flooded back, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. As she stirred, her eyes fluttering open, I smiled down at her.

"Good morning, beautiful.", I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Aradhya yawned, stretching languidly against me. "Mmm, good morning.", she replied, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Last night was..."

"Incredible!", I finished for her, my cock twitching with interest as I recalled the details of our lovemaking.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, it was. I... I hope you're still okay with everything we talked about."

I pulled her closer, nuzzling into her hair. "More than okay.", I assured her. "In fact, I've been thinking... why don't we go out today? Maybe catch a movie?"

Aradhya's eyes lit up. "That sounds perfect. It's been ages since we've had a proper date."

We spent the morning lounging in bed, trading lazy kisses and gentle caresses, before finally dragging ourselves to the shower. As we got dressed, I couldn't help but admire the way my wife’s kurta hugged her curves, the deep red fabric contrasting beautifully with her rich, dusky skin. The vibrant color made her warm brown complexion glow, accentuating the depth and warmth of her skin tone. Her full lips, painted a subtle shade of mauve, stood out against her dark features, drawing my gaze time and time again. Her long, thick black hair fell in waves around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her big, expressive eyes, lined with a touch of kohl, seemed to smolder as she caught me staring. The gold jhumkas dangling from her ears added a touch of sparkle, complementing her deep cocoa skin. I watched, mesmerized, as she applied a dot of sindoor at her hairline, the bright red powder a stark contrast against her forehead. The simple act, a symbol of our marriage, sent a surge of possessive desire through me.

"You're absolutely stunning.", I murmured, wrapping my arms around her from behind as she finished getting ready.

Aradhya met my eyes in the reflection, a mischievous glint in her gaze. "Thank you, handsome." she replied, her voice low and sultry. "You're not looking too bad yourself."

I pressed a soft kiss to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating scent of jasmine and sandalwood that was uniquely hers. The warmth of her skin against my lips sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a familiar heat in my core. We headed out, hand in hand, to the local cinema. The afternoon sun was warm on our skin as we walked, and I found myself hyper-aware of every glance cast our way. Did that man checking out Aradhya know about her encounter with Harpreet? Could that woman eyeing me up sense the newfound excitement in our relationship?

At the theater, we settled into our seats with a tub of popcorn between us. As the lights dimmed and the movie began, I found my mind wandering. Instead of focusing on the action on screen, I kept picturing Aradhya with that low-class alpha male plumber - her small frame pressed against his larger one, his rough hands roaming her body. Halfway through the film, I felt my wife’s hand on my thigh. I turned to look at her, finding her eyes dark with desire. Slowly, teasingly, she slid her hand higher, brushing against the growing bulge in my pants.

"Aradhya…", I hissed, glancing around nervously. "What are you doing?"

She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear. "Just thinking about last night.", she whispered, "About how hot it was when you fucked me while I told you about Harpreet."

I groaned softly, my cock hardening fully at her words. "Gosh, Aradhya... you're driving me crazy."

She giggled softly, giving me a quick squeeze before withdrawing her hand. "Good.", she murmured, turning her attention back to the movie with a satisfied smirk.

The rest of the film passed in a blur of sexual tension. By the time the credits rolled, I was painfully hard and eager to get Aradhya home. We hurried out of the theater, barely paying attention to our surroundings as we made our way to the street.

That's when it happened!

As we rounded the corner, still lost in our own little world of desire, the aroma of chai and the buzz of conversation from a nearby tea stall caught our attention. My eyes swept over the small crowd gathered there, and suddenly, I froze. There he was. Harpreet, the tall brutish low-class plumber. He was leaning against the stall's rickety counter, one muscular arm propped on the wooden surface as he chatted animatedly with the chaiwala. His white vest was stained with grease and sweat, clinging to his broad chest and emphasizing his powerful build. A worn toolbelt hung low on his hips, drawing attention to his strong thighs encased in work-worn jeans.

I felt Aradhya stiffen beside me, her grip on my hand tightening. "Ari…", she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's him."

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from the man who had so thoroughly captured my wife's imagination. As if sensing our gaze, Harpreet looked up, his eyes locking onto Aradhya. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face, his thick beard doing little to hide the hunger in his expression. I watched as Aradhya's cheeks flushed, her body language shifting subtly. She straightened her spine, pushing her chest out ever so slightly. Meanwhile, his gaze raked over her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her kurta. I felt a surge of jealousy at the blatant way he was eyeing my wife, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of arousal. My wife’s eyes flicked to me briefly before returning to Harpreet. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture I recognized as one of her flirting tells. From the corner of my eye, I could see Harpreet's grin widen, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The sexual tension between them was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity. I shifted uncomfortably, my own arousal warring with the instinct to step in, to claim Aradhya as mine. As we hurried back to our apartment, my mind raced with the possibilities. The way that low-class man had looked at my wife, the way she had responded to him, it was clear that the attraction between them was quite strong indeed.  

By the time we reached our building, we were both breathing heavily, and not just from the brisk walk. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, Aradhya pushed me against the wall, her lips crashing into mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. I groaned into her mouth, my hands gripping her hips and pulling her flush against me. She ground herself against my erection, whimpering softly.

"Ari…", she panted as we broke for air. "I need you. Now!"

The elevator dinged, and we stumbled out onto our floor, barely making it to our apartment before clothes started flying. As I pressed Aradhya against the wall, my lips attacking her neck, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if we'd invited Harpreet back with us. The thought sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I groaned, gently lifting Aradhya and carrying her to the bedroom. As I laid her on the bed, her eyes dark with lust and her lips swollen from our kisses, I knew that meeting Harpreet on our way home had opened up a new window of lust within her. And as I settled between Aradhya's thighs, ready to lose myself in her once again, I couldn't help but think what more was in store for the three of us.

The next couple of days were uneventful.

Monday morning dawned, the soft light filtering through the curtains as I stirred. I gazed at my wife’s sleeping form beside me, her dusky skin glowing in the early morning light. Her full lips were slightly parted, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins, but I pushed the feeling aside, knowing all too well how quickly it would end if I acted on it. As I began to get dressed for work, Aradhya's eyes fluttered open. She stretched languidly, the sheet slipping down to reveal the swell of her breasts. "Mmmhmm, going to the office again?", she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.

I nodded, trying to keep my voice casual. "Yeah, I've got some meetings that are better done in person."

Aradhya's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Is that so?", she purred, sitting up and letting the sheet pool around her waist. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, drawing my gaze. "Are you sure it's not because you're hoping I'll have another... plumbing emergency?"

I felt my face flush, caught out in my transparent excuse. "I... that's not..."

Aradhya's laugh was low and throaty. "Oh, Ari…", she said, rising from the bed and sauntering over to me. Her hips swayed hypnotically, and I felt my mouth go dry. She pressed herself against me, her soft curves molding to my body. "You don't have to pretend. I know exactly what you're thinking." She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "You're hoping that while you're gone, I'll call Harpreet. That he'll come over with his big, strong hands and his dirty work clothes. That he'll bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me until I scream."

I groaned, my cock hardening instantly at her words. Aradhya ground herself against me, feeling my arousal. "Is that what you want, Ari? To come home and find me freshly fucked, my pussy still dripping with his cum?"

"Fuck, babe!", I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.

Aradhya's eyes glinted with mischief as she continued her teasing assault. Her hands roamed over my chest, her nails lightly scbanging through the fabric of my shirt. "Maybe I'll leave the door unlocked…", she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So you can walk in and catch us in the act. Would you like that, Ari? To see Harpreet's big, rough hands on my body? To hear the sounds I make when he's inside me?"

I was panting now, my entire body thrumming with arousal. Aradhya's words painted vivid pictures in my mind, each one more erotic than the last. She pressed her lips to my neck, sucking gently on my pulse point.

"Or maybe…", she continued, her breath hot against my skin, "you'd prefer to watch from the beginning. To see him strip me slowly, to watch as he explores every inch of my body with his mouth and hands. Would you touch yourself while you watched, Ari? Would you stroke your cock as Harpreet fucks me?"

My hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against me. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her nightgown, and it was driving me wild. "Aradhya…", I groaned, not sure if I was begging her to stop or continue.

She pulled back slightly, her dark eyes meeting mine. There was lust there, yes, but also a hint of something else. Uncertainty? Worry? "Tell me, Ari.", she said, her voice softer now. "Is this really what you want? Because if it is... gosh, I want it too. But I'm scared."

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. "What are you scared of, love?" I asked gently.

Aradhya bit her lip, a gesture that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. "I'm scared of how much I want it.", she admitted, "Of how far things have already gone with Harpreet. If we keep going down this path, there's no telling where we'll end up."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Hey…", I said softly, "it's okay. I meant what I said before. I'm secure in our relationship. I understand that you want... that you need pleasure beyond what I can give you."

Aradhya's eyes welled up with tears. "But Ari, it's not fair to you. You shouldn't have to-"

I cut her off with a gentle kiss. "Aradhya, my love, listen to me. When we had our arranged marriage, I... I didn't know about my problems. I was a virgin, remember? I had no idea how bad my premature ejaculation was. And I know you thought you were destined for a lifetime of mediocre sex."

Aradhya nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb.

"But now…", I continued, "now we have a chance for you to experience the kind of pleasure you deserve. With someone built like the guys you dated in college. And I... I want that for you."

Aradhya searched my eyes, looking for any sign of doubt or resentment. Finding none, she threw her arms around me, burying her face in my neck. "I love you so much, Ari.", she whispered. "How did I get so lucky to find a husband as understanding as you?"

I held her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. "I love you too, babe. More than anything. And that's why I want you to be happy and satisfied in every way."

As we stood there, locked in our embrace, I felt a complex mix of emotions swirling within me. There was love, of course, deep and abiding. But there was also a hint of jealousy, a primal possessiveness that I couldn't quite shake. And beneath it all, a current of arousal that I couldn't deny. For years, I had been secretly reading cuckolding stories online, fascinated and turned on by the idea of sharing my wife. And now, suddenly, I was slowly becoming one of those husbands I had read about. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me, even as it filled me with a strange mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Aradhya pulled back slightly, her eyes searching my face. "Are you sure about this, Ari? Really sure?"

I nodded, surprised to find that I meant it. "I'm sure. I want you to be happy, Aradhya. To be satisfied. And if Harpreet can give you what I can't... then I want you to have that."

Aradhya's eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were accompanied by a smile. "You're amazing, you know that?" she said, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. With that last kiss, I headed out the door, my mind swirling with images of what might transpire in my absence. As I walked to the bus terminal, I couldn't help but notice every tall, muscular man I passed, wondering if they could satisfy Aradhya the way that low-class brutish plumber could.