Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[DuraiBabu]

Aradhya's smile turned predatory. "Oh, I saw it for what it was - a challenge. He was still upset about last time, still nursing his wounded pride. So I decided to... up the ante, so to speak." I nudged her to continue. "When I walked into the living room…", she said, her voice low and sultry, "I made sure to move extra slowly. I let the pallu of my saree slip down again, exposing my shoulder and the top of my breast. Harpreet was sitting on the edge of the couch. His eyes... gosh, Ari, if looks could burn. He was trying so hard to act nonchalant, but I could see the way his fingers dug into his knees, the tension in his jaw."

She described how she set the tea tray on the coffee table, making sure to bend low as she did so. How she deliberately fumbled with the cups, giving Harpreet ample opportunity to stare down her blouse. "When I handed him his cup", Aradhya said, her voice barely above a whisper, "our fingers brushed. Just for a moment, but... gosh, Ari, it was like an electric shock. I nearly dropped the cup."

I found myself leaning forward, completely engrossed in her tale. "And then what happened?"

Aradhya's eyes gleamed with mischief as she continued her tale, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, I sat down next to Harpreet, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The silk of my saree whispered against his rough work pants, and I swear I could feel every fiber igniting my skin." She shifted in her seat, mimicking her actions from earlier. The movement caused her saree to slip slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone. I found myself transfixed, imagining Harpreet's reaction.

"I asked how his day was and that he must’ve been exhausted from all the hard work.", Aradhya purred, her voice dripping with honey. She told him:

Aradhya: You know, I've always admired how... capable you are. It must take a lot of strength to handle those heavy tools all day.

As she spoke, she mentioned how she let her hand "accidentally" brush against the brutish low-class plumber’s bicep. She gasped softly, as if surprised by the firm muscles beneath his shirt. In the present, Aradhya's eyes met mine, burning with intensity. "I swear, Ari, I could feel his muscles tense under my touch. It was... intoxicating."

She went on to describe how she continued her subtle seduction, finding every excuse to touch Harpreet. She'd lean in close to whisper a question, her breath hot against his ear. She'd reach across him to adjust a cushion, letting her breast brush against his arm. "At one point", Aradhya said, her voice husky, "I pretended to lose my balance. I grabbed his thigh to steady myself, and oh gosh, Ari... the heat of him, the firmness of his muscles... it took everything I had not to squeeze harder, to run my hand up higher..."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. My wife’s hand on the rugged plumber’s thigh, her saree riding up to reveal a glimpse of her smooth leg. Harpreet, his body rigid with tension, fighting against his obvious desire.

"What did Harpreet do?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya's smile turned wicked. "Oh, he was trying so hard to resist. But I could see the cracks in his armor. His breathing was getting heavier, his eyes darker. Every time I touched him, he'd flinch slightly, like my fingers were burning him." She described how she continued her assault on Harpreet's senses. She'd toss her hair, letting the scent of her shampoo waft towards him. She'd lick her lips slowly, drawing his attention to her mouth.

"I could see his resolve crumbling.", Aradhya said, her voice thick with desire. "His hands were clenched into fists on his knees, his knuckles white with the effort of restraining himself." The tension in her story was building, and I found myself on the edge of my seat, both dreading and eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

"Finally…", Aradhya continued, "I decided to make my move. I stood up, pretending to straighten my saree. As I did, I let the pallu slip completely off my shoulder, exposing the full length of my arm and the side of my breast.", she demonstrated, the silk of her saree sliding sensually against her skin. I felt my mouth go dry at the sight. "Harpreet's eyes... they were like burning coals. He couldn't look away. I turned to him, letting him get a full view of my body. 'Harpreet,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper, 'is everything alright? You seem... tense.'" Aradhya's eyes met mine, dark with desire as she relived the moment. "And that's when he snapped!"

She described how Harpreet surged to his feet, his massive frame looming over her. How his hands shot out, gripping her waist, pulling her flush against his body. "I could feel every hard line of him.", Aradhya gasped, her breath coming faster now. "His chest, his abs, his... everything. He was like a furnace, Ari, radiating heat and raw masculinity."

I swallowed hard, picturing the scene. Aradhya, dwarfed by Harpreet's bulk, her saree in disarray. Harpreet, his control finally shattered, holding her like he never intended to let go. "What happened next?" I prompted, my voice hoarse with a mix of arousal and jealousy.

Aradhya's smile was pure sin. "He kissed me, Ari. And… it was... explosive!" She described the kiss in vivid detail - how Harpreet's lips crashed against hers, demanding and hungry. How his beard scratched deliciously against her skin. How his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of chai and something uniquely male. "I melted into him.", she confessed, her eyes half-closed as if reliving the moment. "My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer. I could feel his groan vibrating through his chest."

She went on to describe how they stumbled back onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and desperation. How the plumber’s huge hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, trailing fire up her sides. "I straddled his lap.", my wife said, her voice breathy. "The rough fabric of his work pants scbangd against my inner thighs as my saree rode up. I could feel him, Ari... all of him. He was so hard, so big..."

I felt a jolt of arousal mixed with a twinge of jealousy at her words. The vivid imagery she was painting was almost too much to bear. "What did you do then?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aradhya's eyes met mine, burning with an intensity I'd rarely seen before. "I ground down against him, Ari. I wanted to feel every inch of him. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my blouse. I swear I could feel the heat of his palms burning through the silk." She described how they kissed frantically, all teeth and tongue and desperation. How Harpreet's mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a path of fire in its wake. How she arched into him, offering more of herself. "He found the hem of my blouse.", Aradhya gasped, her breath coming in short pants now. "His fingers skimmed along my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I wanted... god, Ari, I wanted him to touch me everywhere. To claim me, to mark me as his."

"And then?", I prompted, both dreading and eagerly anticipating her answer.

My wife’s smile was wicked, her eyes dark with remembered passion. "And then…", she continued, “I separated from him for a second. And when I did, I could feel his eyes burning into me, his gaze heavy with desire. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. With trembling fingers, I reached for the edge of my pallu." She demonstrated, her hand hovering over the dbangd fabric of her saree. "I held his gaze as I slowly, so slowly, pulled the pallu away. The silk whispered against my skin as it fell, pooling at my waist. Harpreet's eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of my blouse-covered breasts."

Aradhya described how she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest forward. The thin fabric of her blouse clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. "For what felt like an eternity, Harpreet just... stared. His eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin, lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my collarbone. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze, Ari. It was like he was touching me with his eyes alone." She shivered, lost in the memory. "And then... then he snapped again!", her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "His hands shot out, gripping the edges of my blouse. I barely had time to gasp before he tore it open. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging off the walls. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air." She described the look on Harpreet's face - raw, animalistic hunger. How his eyes devoured the sight of her bra, the lace barely containing her heaving breasts. "For a moment, he just looked. His chest was heaving, his nostrils flared. I could smell him - sweat and metal and pure, musky male. It was intoxicating." Aradhya's breath quickened as she continued. "Then he lunged forward. His mouth found my cleavage, hot and wet and hungry. His beard scbangd against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine."

She went on, describing in vivid detail how that low-class plumber’s dirty, rough tongue traced the curve of her breasts, how he nipped and sucked at the soft flesh spilling over her bra cups. "His hands came up to cup my breasts.", Aradhya gasped. "They were so big, so rough. I could feel the calluses on his palms scbanging against my skin as he kneaded and squeezed." She described how she arched into his touch, her hands tangling in his thick hair. How she could feel his groan vibrating against her chest as she tugged at his locks. "Harpreet's mouth was everywhere, Ari. Licking, sucking, biting. He left a trail of fire across my skin, marking me, claiming me. I could feel the wetness of his tongue, the scratch of his beard, the heat of his breath." Aradhya's eyes were half-closed now, lost in the memory. "He found a particularly sensitive spot at the top of my breast. When he sucked hard, I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. I swear I saw stars. His rough hands slid around to my back, his calloused fingers fumbling with my bra clasp. I could feel his desperation in the way he trembled, in the ragged breaths against my skin. I arched my back, pressing my chest more firmly against his face, reveling in the scratch of his beard and the heat of his mouth.", she paused, biting her lip. "I reached back to help him, my fingers brushing against his. The clasp finally gave way, and for a moment, we both froze. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart."

Aradhya's voice once again dropped to a whisper. "Slowly, so slowly, I let the straps slide down my arms. The cool air kissed my skin as my bra fell away. Harpreet pulled back, his eyes fixed on my chest. I felt so exposed, Ari. So vulnerable. It had been so long since anyone but you had seen me like this." She painted the scene in deliciously dirty detail - how her dark brown nipples pebbled hard under Harpreet's hungry eyes, how her dusky skin broke out in goosebumps. "Harpreet's eyes... god, Ari, they were like burning coals. He looked at me like a starving man eyeing a feast. His gaze roamed over every inch of my bare breasts, taking in the soft curves, the deep brown peaks. I could almost feel the weight of his stare, heavy and hot on my skin." Aradhya's breath hitched. "My face was on fire, part embarrassed, part horny as hell. One second I wanted to cover up, hide from how bad he wanted me. The next... fuck, I wanted to show off."  She described how she thrust her chest out, running her hands up to cup her boobies, offering them up like ripe fruit.

"The look on his face, Ari... a starving wolf eyeing a juicy steak. His eyes were black with lust. I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. His hands kept clenching and unclenching, like he was fighting not to grab my tits right then and there." Aradhya's voice dripped with remembered desire. "I felt powerful in that moment, Ari. Beautiful. Desirable. My dark skin next to his lighter hands... it was intoxicating. The way Harpreet looked at me... like I was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever seen. Like he wanted to devour every inch of me." She described how Harpreet's eyes flickered between her face and her breasts, how his breathing grew heavier, how a low growl rumbled in his chest.

My sweet wife’s voice was trembling now. "And then he dove back in, his mouth finding my nipple. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue against my sensitive flesh... god, Ari. I thought I might combust on the spot." She described how Harpreet lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucking. How his beard left her skin lightly bruised and sensitive. How his hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, trailing fire up her sides. "I was lost in sensation.", she breathed. "The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his hands, the solid warmth of his body against mine. I wanted more, Ari. I wanted all of him!"

That was one great update! Keep the fire going, dont break the momentum. At times, the over narration keeps the story a little draggy. But kudos to your daily efforts in updating. Absolutely love it!! Please expand the scope on how Aradhya humiliates her husband..