Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

Aradhya's eyes locked with mine, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she continued her story, her voice low and husky. "Gosh, Ari, the way he touched me... His hands were so fucking big, so rough. When they were squeezing my tits, I thought I might cum right then and there." She described how Harpreet's calloused palms cupped her breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. How his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

"I couldn't help myself.", Aradhya breathed. "I started moving against him, grinding my hips. The lower part of my saree was still clinging to me, the silk sliding against my skin with every movement. But fuck, I needed more." She went on, describing how she straddled one of Harpreet's thick, muscular thighs. How she rocked against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "And then I felt it, Ari…", her voice dropped to a whisper. "His cock. Even through his work pants, I could feel how fucking huge it was. Thick and hard, pressing against my thigh. Oh my gosh, it felt like a goddamn baseball bat." My breath caught in my throat as Aradhya described the size of Harpreet's erection. I'd always thought I was well-endowed with my near 6-inch cock, but the way she talked about the plumber's cock made me feel inadequate in comparison.

"I needed to feel it better.", my sweet and sexy wife continued, her eyes glazing over with lust at the memory. "I needed more skin, more contact. So, I did something crazy. Something I never thought I'd do." She paused, building the tension. "I stopped everything. Pulled back from Harpreet. You should've seen the look on his face - like a kid who'd just had his candy taken away. But then... then I reached for the waist of my saree." She described how she slowly, teasingly unwrapped the remaining fabric of her saree. How Harpreet's eyes followed every movement, his chest heaving with anticipation. "When the last of the silk fell away, leaving me in nothing but my panties... fuck, Ari. The noise Harpreet made. It wasn't human. It was this deep, guttural growl that made my whole body shiver." She went on, painting a vivid picture of how she straddled Harpreet again. How she ground down against his massive erection, feeling every thick inch through the thin fabric of his work pants and her soaked panties.

"We went at it like fucking animals, Ari.", Aradhya gasped. "His mouth found mine, and we were once again locked in another kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, hungry and demanding. I could taste the chai on his breath, smell the sweat and musk on his skin. It was intoxicating." She described how Harpreet's hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, trailing up her sides, roughly palming her breasts. "His hands were everywhere, Ari. Touching, grabbing, pinching. And fuck, it hurt a little, but in the best way possible. Every squeeze, every pinch just made me wetter, made me grind harder against him."

I was shocked to hear this. In all our years together, Aradhya had never shown any interest in mixing pain with pleasure. It was a side of her I'd never seen before, and it both aroused and unsettled me. "When he twisted my nipple…", she continued, her breath coming in short gasps, "I moaned so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear. The pain shot through me like lightning, but fuck, it felt so good. I wanted more. Needed more." Aradhya's eyes glinted with a mix of lust and mischief as she continued her tale. "Just when I thought things couldn't get hotter, Harpreet suddenly pulled back. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto mine as he gripped the hem of his shirt." She described how Harpreet peeled off his sweat-soaked work shirt, revealing his body inch by tantalizing inch. "Fuck, Ari!", Aradhya breathed, her voice thick with remembered desire. "His chest... it was like something out of a goddamn romance novel. All broad and muscular, covered in a mat of dark, curly hair. His pecs were so defined I could see each ripple as he moved." She went on, painting a vivid picture of Harpreet's physique - the hard planes of his abs, the V of his hips disappearing into his work pants, the bulging biceps that flexed with every movement.

"I couldn't help myself.", she admitted, a flush creeping up her cheeks. "I had to touch him. My hands were all over him, feeling every ridge, every dip, every hard muscle. His skin was so hot under my palms, slick with a sheen of sweat."  She described how she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, how she traced the lines of his abs, how she gripped his bulging biceps.

"And his nipples…", Aradhya added, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "They were so sensitive. When I brushed my thumbs over them, Harpreet let out this deep, guttural groan that made me weak in the knees. So I did it again. And again. I loved the way he reacted, the way his whole body tensed and shuddered under my touch." She went on, describing how she leaned in, replacing her fingers with her mouth. How she licked and sucked at Harpreet's nipples, reveling in the salty taste of his skin and the way he gasped and groaned. "I was like a woman possessed, Ari.", Aradhya breathed. "I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to touch every inch of him, to taste every part of his body. And Harpreet... fuck, he was just as hungry for me."

She went on, describing how she arched into Harpreet's touch, silently begging for more of that exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. How she raked her nails down his back, leaving angry red trails in their wake. "I could feel how wet I was getting.", she breathed. "My panties were soaked through, clinging to me. Every time I ground down on Harpreet's cock, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge." She described the delicious friction, how the rough fabric of Harpreet's work pants rubbed against her clit through her thin panties. How each movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. "And Harpreet, fuck... his hands were so strong, so demanding. He gripped my hips, guiding my movements, making me grind harder, faster against him. I could feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of my panties, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise." Aradhya's voice was thick with desire as she continued. "We kissed again and when we broke away, he started trailing his mouth down my neck. When he reached that spot where my neck meets my shoulder, he bit down. Hard. The pain was sharp, intense, but fuck, Ari... it just turned me on more."

She described how she threw her head back, giving Harpreet better access to her neck. How he alternated between sucking and biting, leaving a trail of marks that she'd have to hide later. "His beard scbangd against my skin, leaving it red and sensitive. Every brush of his stubble sent shivers down my spine. And his hands, god... they were everywhere. Squeezing my ass, kneading my tits, pinching my nipples. It was like he couldn't get enough of me." Aradhya's breath was coming in short gasps now, her eyes half-closed as she lost herself in the memory. "I was so close, Ari. So fucking close. The feel of his massive cock grinding against me, his mouth on my neck, his hands on my body... it was overwhelming."

"And then…", Aradhya breathed, "then Harpreet did something that pushed me over the edge. He slid one hand between us, pressing his fingers against my clit through my soaked panties. The pressure, the friction... fuck, Ari. I came so hard I saw stars." She went on, describing her orgasm in vivid detail. How her body tensed, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed over her. How she cried out, not caring who might hear. How she clung to Harpreet, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out her climax.

"When I finally came down from that high", my wife said, her eyes glazed with remembered pleasure, "I realized something. Harpreet was still hard. His massive cock was straining against his work pants, practically begging to be freed." She paused, biting her lip as she met my gaze. "I felt like I owed him one, you know? After all the pleasure he'd given me... I couldn't just leave him hanging." Aradhya described how she slid off Harpreet's lap, her legs still shaky from her multiple orgasms. How she knelt between his spread thighs, her hands resting on his muscular legs.

"I looked up at him," she continued, her voice husky. "Fuck, Ari... the way he was looking at me. Like I was a goddamn feast and he was starving. It made me feel so powerful, so fucking sexy." She went on, detailing how she slowly, teasingly, ran her hands up Harpreet's thighs. How she traced the outline of his cock through his pants, reveling in the way it twitched under her touch. "I took my sweet time with his belt.", she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Dragged it out, making him wait. By the time I finally got it undone, Harpreet was practically growling with impatience." She described the torturously slow process of unzipping his fly, how she could feel the heat radiating from his crotch, how the musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils.

At this point, I couldn't contain myself any longer. "Did you... did you go all the way with him?" I asked, my voice tight with a mix of jealousy and arousal.

Aradhya's eyes widened, and she reached out to playfully slap my arm. "Ari?! No, of course not. That would be taking it too far. But..." she trailed off, her gaze turning mischievous. "I did give him a helping hand, so to speak." She turned back to her tale, describing how she finally freed Harpreet's cock from the confines of his pants and boxers. "Gosh….", Aradhya breathed. "His dick was even more impressive than I'd imagined. Thick as my wrist, long enough that I knew it would hit all the right spots. And the head... fuck, it was already glistening with pre-cum, looking all purple and swollen." She went into vivid detail about Harpreet's cock - the prominent veins running along its length, the way it curved slightly to the left, the nest of dark, curly hair at its base. "I couldn't help myself.", Aradhya admitted. "I had to touch it. When I wrapped my hand around it, I could barely get my fingers to meet. And fuck, it was so hot, so hard. I could feel it pulsing in my grip."

She described how she started stroking him, slowly at first. How she experimented with different grips and speeds, paying attention to Harpreet's reactions. "He'd groan things like, 'Haan, aise hi... just like that, kuḍiye,'", Aradhya said, attempting to mimic Harpreet's accent. "The way he called me 'kuḍiye' in that husky voice... fuck, it sent shivers down my spine."

"Every time I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, he'd let out this deep, guttural groan. He'd moan, 'Oh fuck... teri bhen di! That feels soooo good,'" Aradhya breathed. "I didn't know what 'teri bhen di' meant, but the way he said it... I knew it was dirty, and it turned me on even more." Aradhya said, her voice thick with arousal. "And when I used my thumb to spread his pre-cum around the head... fuck, Ari. The noises he made. It was like music to my ears." She went on, detailing how she gradually increased her pace. How she used her free hand to cup and massage his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. "I was mesmerized.", Aradhya breathed. "Watching my hand slide up and down his shaft, seeing how his foreskin moved with each stroke. The way his abs would clench every time I hit a particularly sensitive spot. It was fucking intoxicating." She described how Harpreet's breathing grew heavier, how his hips started to thrust up to meet her strokes. How his hands gripped the edges of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white.

"I could tell he was getting close," Aradhya continued. "His cock was getting even harder in my hand, the veins more pronounced. His balls were drawing up tight against his body. And fuck... the sounds he was making. These deep, animalistic grunts and groans. It was driving me wild." She went on, describing how she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over the head of Harpreet's cock. How she licked her lips, considering taking him into her mouth. "But I didn't.", Aradhya assured me quickly. "As much as I wanted to taste him, to feel him stretching my lips... I knew that would be crossing a line. So I just kept stroking him, faster and faster."

"He'd pant things like, 'Faster... tezz, tezz! Oh fuck... I'm gonna... main aane wala haan!'" she said. "I figured out that 'tezz' meant faster, and 'main aane wala haan' meant he was about to cum. The mix of languages, the desperation in his voice... it was intoxicating." She went on, describing how Harpreet's encouragements reached a fever pitch as he approached his orgasm.

"And then…", Aradhya breathed, "then it happened. Harpreet let out this roar: 'Oh fuck... Jatta aa gaya! I'm cumming, kuḍiye!'.... he sounded like a fucking lion or tiger. His whole body went rigid, his cock swelling even more in my hand. And then he came." She described Harpreet's orgasm in exquisite detail - how his cock pulsed in her grip, how thick ropes of cum erupted from the tip. How it seemed to go on forever, spurt after spurt coating her hand and splattering onto his stomach and chest.

"It was like a fucking geyser, Ari.", my wife said, her eyes wide. "I've never seen a guy cum so much. By the time he was done, my hand was drenched, and there were puddles of cum all over his abs and chest. Some of it even reached his neck." She went on, describing how she continued to stroke him gently through the aftershocks. How Harpreet's body shuddered with each touch to his oversensitive cock. How he finally had to grab her wrist to stop her when it became too much. "We just sat there for a moment, both of us panting.", Aradhya said. "I was still kneeling between his legs, my hand covered in his cum. Harpreet was slumped in the couch, looking thoroughly fucked out. And honestly... I've never felt so satisfied, so fucking powerful!" She described how she finally stood up on shaky legs, how she grabbed a nearby towel to clean herself and Harpreet off. How they shared a look of mutual satisfaction and silent understanding.

"And that was it," Aradhya concluded. "We got dressed, Harpreet finished fixing the sink, and he left. But fuck, Ari... I'll never forget that afternoon. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me... it made me feel alive in a way I haven't felt in a while." As Aradhya's tale came to an end, I found myself in a whirlwind of emotions. Jealousy, arousal, shock, and a strange sort of pride all warred within me. I couldn't believe what my wife had done, how far she'd gone with the plumber. But at the same time, I couldn't deny how incredibly turned on I was by her story.

"So…", Aradhya said, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of apprehension and defiance. "That's what happened. What do you think, Ari? Are you mad at me?"

I took a deep breath, trying to sort through my tangled emotions. On one hand, I was jealous as hell. The thought of her taking things so far with another man, making her feel things I apparently never had... it stung. But on the other hand, seeing Aradhya so alive, so passionate... it awakened something in me. "Honestly? Fuck, Aradhya! That was the hottest thing I've ever heard."

A slow smile spread across Aradhya's face, relief and mischief dancing in her eyes. "Really?", she asked, leaning in closer. "You're not mad?"

I shook my head, still trying to process everything. "I'm not mad.", I said. "I'm... fuck, I don't know what I am. But I know one thing for sure."

"What's that?" Aradhya asked, her hand sliding up my thigh.

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. "I know that right now, I want you more than I ever have in my life."

Aradhya's eyes darkened with desire as she straddled my lap, mirroring her position with Harpreet from her story. "Well then…", she purred, grinding down against my rapidly hardening cock. "Why don't you show me just how much you want me?" As I pulled her in for a fierce, hungry kiss, I knew that our sex life would never be the same again. And honestly? I couldn't fucking wait to see what other surprises my wife had in store for me.