Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

The workday passed in a blur of meetings and reports, but my mind kept wandering. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart raced, wondering if it was Aradhya with news. By the time I headed home, I was a bundle of nerves and arousal. As I approached our apartment, my steps slowed. What would I find when I opened the door? Would Aradhya be there, freshly showered and innocent-looking? Or would I catch her in the act, Harpreet's large frame looming over her smaller one? With a deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The apartment was quiet, no sign of Harpreet or any "plumbing emergencies". I found Aradhya in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove wearing a tshirt and skirt.

She turned as I entered, a soft smile on her face. "Hey, love.", she said, crossing to give me a quick kiss. "How was your day?"

I searched her face, looking for any sign of what might have transpired. "It was... fine.", I said slowly. "How about yours? Any... emergencies?"

Aradhya's lips curved into a mysterious smile. "Patience, Ari…", she said, her voice low and teasing. "I'll tell you all about my day, but first, let's have dinner. It's almost ready." She ran her hand down my chest, her touch sending shivers through me. "Why don't you go freshen up? Then we can eat, and afterward..." She let the sentence hang, her eyes sparkling with promise.

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. As I headed to the bathroom, my mind raced with possibilities. What had happened while I was gone? The suspense was both thrilling and agonizing. After a quick shower, I joined Aradhya at the dining table. She'd prepared my favorite dish, but I could barely taste it. My eyes kept darting to her face, searching for clues. She ate slowly, savoring each bite, occasionally glancing up at me with a knowing smirk.

Finally, after what felt like hours, we finished eating. Aradhya stood, gathering the plates. "Why don't you pour us some wine and meet me in the living room?", she suggested. "I think it's time we talked about my day."

My hands trembled slightly as I poured the wine. When I entered the living room, Aradhya was curled up on the couch, looking both innocent and incredibly sexy in her casual home clothes. I handed her a glass and sat beside her, my heart pounding.

Aradhya took a sip of wine, then set the glass down. "So", she began, her voice low and sultry, "you want to know how my day went?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "Well," she continued, "it started out pretty normal. I did some cleaning, caught up on my favorite show. But then...", she paused, biting her lip. "I heard a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was curious. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Harpreet standing there, grinning at me like a cat who'd caught a canary."

"Harpreet? You mean your favorite plumber?", I joked.

Aradhya slapped my arm playfully, "Yes Ari, all 6 foot 2 inches of him, broad shoulders filling the doorway, his dark eyes roaming over me."

"What were you wearing?" I asked.

Aradhya's lips curved into a sultry smile. "I had on that pink housecoat you bought me last year. You know the one - it's a bit too small for me now." I nodded, picturing it clearly. The soft, rose-colored fabric that clung to her curves, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. The buttons down the front that always seemed on the verge of popping open.

"It was riding up a bit.", Aradhya continued, her voice low and teasing. "I'd been cleaning, so I was a little... disheveled. The top few buttons were undone, showing just a hint of cleavage."

I shifted in my seat, my pants growing uncomfortably tight. "And what did Harpreet say when he saw you like that?"

Aradhya leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. The movement drew my eyes to the smooth expanse of her thighs. "He said he was in the neighborhood and thought he'd stop by for some tea. Said the chaiwalas' brew couldn't compare to mine. And, Ari, you should’ve seen the way he said it. His voice all low and husky, his eyes never leaving my body. He wasn't there for tea, and we both knew it."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "What happened next?"

"I invited him in, of course," Aradhya said, her eyes locked on mine. "It would have been rude not to, right? I led him to the kitchen, very aware of his eyes on me the whole time. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my back, on my ass." She paused, taking a sip of wine. I waited, barely breathing, for her to continue. "In the kitchen, I started to make tea. I could feel Harpreet behind me, so close I could smell his cologne - something cheap and spicy. As I reached for the cups, I felt his hand on my waist." My breath caught in my throat as I listened intently to her every word. "Just lightly at first. His big, rough hand on my waist, his thumb stroking small circles. I turned to face him.", she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. "He was so close, Ari. I had to tilt my head back to look at him. His eyes were so dark, so intense. I felt... small. Delicate. Desired." Aradhya's tongue darted out to wet her lips. "He reached out, so slowly, and touched the top button of my housecoat."

Harpreet: You look hot, madam-ji. Maybe you should cool down bit.

"And then he started unbuttoning my housecoat.", this time Aradhya swallowed, "I stood there, trembling, as his big fingers worked each button. Slowly, so slowly. With each one, I could feel the cool air on more of my skin. I knew I should stop him, but... I didn't want to."

"What were you wearing underneath?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Aradhya's smile was wicked. "That red lingerie set you love so much. The one with the lace trim. I saw Harpreet's eyes widen as he revealed more and more of it."

I closed my eyes for a moment, picturing it. The red satin against her dusky skin, the lace barely concealing her nipples. "Go on…", I urged.

"When he got to the last button, he just stood there for a moment, drinking me in. I felt so exposed. So vulnerable. But also powerful. The way he was looking at me... like he wanted to devour me." She paused for a second to gauge my reaction. “He reached out and pushed the housecoat off my shoulders.", my wife continued, her voice husky with remembered desire. "But it didn't fall completely. Instead, it hung loosely around my arms, exposing my shoulders and most of my back. The front gaped open, revealing my red lingerie."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. "So you were still partially covered?"

Aradhya nodded, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Just barely. The housecoat was like a frame, drawing attention to what it revealed rather than what it concealed. Harpreet's eyes... the way he looked at me. Like he was starving and I was a feast."  Her breath hitched as she spoke. "His hands were so big, so rough. He ran them down my sides, over my hips. The contrast of his calloused palms against the smooth satin of my lingerie... it sent shivers through me."

My breathing was ragged now. "Did he... did he touch your breasts?"

She nodded slowly. "He cupped them through my bra. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I couldn't help the little moan that escaped me. The housecoat slipped further down my arms as I arched into his touch."

"And you?" I asked. "What were you doing?"

Aradhya's eyes met mine, dark with desire. "I was trembling, Ari. My hands were on his chest - God, he's so muscular. I could feel his heart pounding under my palms. The housecoat restricted my movements a bit, but... I didn't want to take it off completely. I felt... naughty, being partially dressed like that." She bit her lip. "I managed to run my hands down his chest, over his abs. He tensed under my touch, and I could see the bulge in his work pants growing. The housecoat kept slipping, and I had to keep shrugging my shoulders to keep it from falling completely. Then....", Aradhya continued, her voice husky. "He leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he went for my neck. His beard was rough against my skin as he kissed and nipped at my pulse point. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. The movement caused the housecoat to slip down one arm, leaving it dangling from the other."

I shifted in my seat, trying to relieve the pressure in my pants. "Did he... did he say anything?"

Aradhya's laugh was low and sultry. "Oh yes. He was murmuring in Punjabi, his breath hot against my skin. I couldn't understand most of it, but the tone... Ari, it was so dirty. So primal. He kept tugging at the housecoat, like he was frustrated that it was still partially covering me."

"What about you?", I asked, my voice strained. "Did you say anything?"

She nodded slowly. "I moaned his name. Just once, but... it was enough. He growled - actually growled, Ari - and suddenly his hands were on my ass, lifting me onto the counter. The housecoat bunched up around my waist, trapped between us. He pushed my legs apart, stepping between them. I could feel the heat of him, even through his clothes. He kissed me then, hard and demanding. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I... I kissed him back, Ari. I kissed him like I was starving for it. My arms were still partially restrained by the housecoat, adding to the feeling of being at his mercy.", my wife’s breath hitched as she continued, her eyes glazing over with remembered pleasure. "Then, when he broke the kiss... he buried his face in my cleavage. His hot breath on my skin made me shiver. He licked a long, slow stripe between my breasts, his tongue rough and wet. I could feel his saliva on my skin, dripping down into my bra." She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing. "He was like a man possessed. Licking, sucking, even biting a little. I could hear these obscene slurping noises as he... as he practically slobbered over my tits. It was so dirty, so primal. I should've been disgusted, but... fuck, it turned me on so much."

I groaned, picturing the scene vividly. Aradhya continued, her voice husky with arousal. "When he finally looked up at me, his beard was wet and glistening. There was this hungry look in his eyes that made me weak in the knees. I'm glad I was sitting on the counter, or I might've collapsed right there."

My head was spinning, a mix of jealousy and arousal making me dizzy. "And... and then what happened?"

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He reached behind me, his fingers fumbling with my bra clasp. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest. The housecoat was barely hanging on at this point, just a whisper of fabric against my skin. And then..." Aradhya paused, biting her lip, her eyes dark with remembered lust. "And then I felt it - that little 'pop' as my bra came undone. Harpreet growled again, Ari. Like some kind of animal. He yanked my bra off so hard I thought he might tear it."

I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. "And then?", I managed to croak out.

"Then he just... stared at my tits for a moment. ", Aradhya continued, her voice husky, " Like he couldn't believe they were real. His hands came up, rough and calloused, and he just... grabbed them. Squeezed them hard. It should've hurt, but fuck, Ari, it felt so good." She closed her eyes, lost in the memory. "He started playing with my nipples. Pinching them, rolling them between his fingers. They got so hard, so sensitive. Every touch sent sparks through me. I could feel how wet I was getting, my panties soaked through." I groaned and my wife’s eyes snapped open, locking onto mine. "You should've seen the way he manhandled my tits. Like they belonged to him. He was rough, so fucking rough. Squeezing, kneading, practically mauling them. His big hands made them look so small, so vulnerable." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on my ear. "And then he started sucking on them. First one, then the other. His mouth was so hot, so wet. He sucked so hard I thought he might leave bruises. His tongue flicked over my nipples, making me squirm and moan like a whore!"

I was breathing heavily now, my hand unconsciously moving to palm my erection through my pants. Aradhya noticed, a wicked smile curving her lips.

"You like hearing this, don't you?" she purred. "Like hearing how another man played with my tits? How he made me moan and writhe? How I spread my legs wider, inviting him to touch me more?" I nodded, beyond words at this point. Aradhya's smile grew even more devious.