Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya’s narration continues)

I felt Mr. Banerjee's hot, wet mouth on my neck, his lips leaving a trail of saliva as he worked his way down to my collarbone. His ragged breath and grunts of pleasure sent shivers down my spine as he savored the taste of my skin. "Mmm... delicious…", he mumbled against my flesh, his tongue darting out to trace the hollow of my throat. "So sweet... so soft..."

I couldn't help but shudder, a soft "Ohhh..." escaping my lips as my body betrayed me with each passing moment. My nipples hardened further, pressing against the fabric of my bra as Mr. Banerjee's hands continued to knead and squeeze my breasts through my blouse. His mouth descended lower, his lips ghosting over the swell of my breasts visible above my low neckline. His tongue dipped into my cleavage, leaving a wet trail that cooled quickly in the air, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin.

"Damn, I've dreamed of this.", Mr. Banerjee groaned, his voice muffled against my chest. "Dreamed of tasting you, of burying my face in these perfect tits."

His teeth grazed the soft flesh of my breast, and I gasped, my back arching involuntarily. "Ah! Mmmmmmmm...", I moaned, feeling a rush of wetness between my legs, my body responding to the illicit nature of the situation despite my mind's protests. Mr. Banerjee's stubble scratched against my sensitive skin as he nuzzled deeper into my cleavage, his hot breath fanning across my flesh. His hands moved to my sides, squeezing my ribs as he pressed his face more firmly against my breasts.

"Ohhh... gosh...", I whimpered, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.

Just as I thought he might tear my blouse open with his teeth, Mr. Banerjee suddenly pulled back. The abrupt cessation of contact left me feeling oddly bereft, my skin tingling where his mouth had been. I blinked in confusion, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Mr. Banerjee was staring at me, his eyes dark with lust, a predatory smile playing on his lips. There was an expectant look on his face, as if he was waiting for something.

My heart raced as understanding dawned. I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as they moved to the buttons of my blouse. Mr. Banerjee's eyes followed the movement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation. Slowly, achingly slowly, I began to undo the buttons. The first one slipped free, revealing a bit more of my cleavage. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on my fingers as they moved to the second button. As each button came undone, more of my flesh was exposed to our lecherous landlord’s hungry gaze. I felt vulnerable, exposed, yet strangely empowered by the way he was looking at me - like I was the most desirable thing he'd ever seen. When the last button was undone, I hesitated for a moment before slowly parting the fabric of my blouse. My bra-covered breasts were revealed to the older, portly man’s gaze, the lacy black material a stark contrast against my olive skin.

Mr. Banerjee inhaled sharply, his eyes widening at the sight. "Beautiful…", he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "Even more perfect than I'd imagined."

I felt a flush creep up my neck and onto my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coloring my skin. I watched as Mr. Banerjee licked his lips again, his eyes roving over my exposed flesh.

"Take it off!", he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. "I want to see all of you."

My hands moved to the clasp of my bra, but I hesitated. This was the point of no return, I realized. If I removed my bra, there would be no going back, no pretending this hadn't happened. As if sensing my hesitation, Mr. Banerjee leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on my thighs. "Remember our arrangement, Mrs. Guho.", he murmured, his fingers digging slightly into my flesh. "You wouldn't want your husband to find out about your... indiscretions, would you?"

The threat was clear, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself, before reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra. The lacy garment fell away, revealing my medium-sized breasts to Mr. Banerjee's hungry gaze. My dark-brown nipples hardened in the cool air, standing erect as if begging for attention.

"Exquisite!", Mr. Banerjee breathed, his eyes roving over my exposed flesh. "Absolutely exquisite."

I resisted the urge to cover myself, instead forcing my arms to remain at my sides as Mr. Banerjee drank in the sight of me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was a thrill running through me at being looked at with such unbridled lust. Mr. Banerjee's hands moved then, slowly sliding up my thighs and over my stomach. I shivered at the contact, my muscles tensing beneath his touch. When his fingers finally reached my breasts, I let out a soft gasp, "Ahhhhhhh…..!!!!!"

"So soft.", he murmured, cupping my breasts in his hands. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, causing me to arch my back involuntarily. "So responsive."

He began to knead my flesh, his fingers digging in almost painfully as he squeezed and massaged my breasts. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my body betraying me once again as pleasure coursed through me. "Mmmmmpppphhhhh... oh goshhhh..!!!"

Mr. Banerjee leaned forward then, his hot breath fanning over my skin. "I'm going to taste you now, Mrs. Guho.", he growled. "I'm going to suck on these beautiful tits until you're begging for more."

Before I could respond, his mouth descended on my breast. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard, and I was unable to hold back the moan that escaped me, "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fuck..."

Mr. Banerjee's tongue swirled around my sensitive peak, flicking and teasing as his hand continued to knead my other breast. He alternated between gentle licks and hard sucks, drawing gasps and whimpers from me with each movement.

"Ah! Ah! Mmmm...", I panted, my head thrown back in pleasure.

Mr. Banerjee soon switched to my other breast, his mouth closing around my neglected nipple. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, and I arched off the couch, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips. "Oh gosh! Yes! Mmmmmmmmmm....!!!"

"That's it!" Mr. Banerjee mumbled against my skin. "Let me hear you, Mrs. Guho. Let me hear how much you're enjoying this."

His mouth returned to my breast with renewed vigor, his tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking hard. I arched my back, pushing my chest further into his face as a long, low moan escaped my lips.

"Ohhh... myyyy... mmmm...", I whimpered, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on Mr. Banerjee's nearly bare scalp. The few wisps of hair left slipped through my grasp as I tried to grab hold, leaving my palms pressed against his smooth, sweat-slicked dome.

The landlord's free hand moved to my other breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, causing me to writhe beside him. "Fuck... ah! Ah!", I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Our hungry, lustful landlord switched breasts then, his hot mouth closing around my neglected nipple. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp cry from me. The few strands of hair the landlord had left tickled my sternum, adding to the overwhelming sensations assaulting my body.

"Yes! Oh gosh, yes! Yes! Yes!", I moaned, lost in the sensations.

Just as I felt the pressure building between my legs, Mr. Banerjee suddenly pulled back. I blinked in confusion, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

"Well, Mrs. Guho", he said, a satisfied smirk on his face, "that was certainly... enjoyable." He stood up, straightening his clothes. "Unfortunately, I have an appointment I must get to. But don't worry, I'll be back for more. This is just the beginning of our... arrangement."

I remained on the couch, my blouse open, breasts exposed, feeling suddenly vulnerable and confused. "W-what?", I stammered.

"Oh yes!", Mr. Banerjee replied, his eyes roving over my disheveled form one last time. "We've only scratched the surface. I'll be in touch soon."

With that, he left, the door closing behind him with a soft click. I was left alone, my body still tingling from his touch, my mind reeling from what had just transpired. The weight of our "arrangement" settled heavily on my shoulders, and I wondered with a mix of dread and anticipation what our landlord had in store for me next.

(Aradhya's narration ends)

"And that's... that's what happened, Ari.", Aradhya finished, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at me, eyes filled with a mixture of shame, fear, and uncertainty. "What... what should we do now?"

My face contorted as I listened to Aradhya's tale, a storm of emotions playing across my features. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides, knuckles whitening with barely suppressed rage.

"That fucking bastard!", I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "How dare he touch you like that?"

But even as anger flashed in my eyes, I felt a flicker of fear - the reality of our precarious situation hitting home. We couldn't afford to lose this apartment, not with rents having gone up so much in recent months. My eyes flicked over my wife. Despite her modest attire, my mind conjured vivid images of the scene she'd described. I felt a sudden, unwelcome tightening in my groin as I imagined Mr. Banerjee's mouth on Aradhya's breasts, her fingers scrabbling at the old man's balding head.

"Fuck!", I muttered, running a hand through my own slightly balding hair. "This is... fucked up." I paced the room, my mind racing. After several tense moments, I turned back to my wife, my expression conflicted. "We... we need to play this out carefully.", I said finally, my voice strained. "We can't risk losing the apartment, but we also can't let that pervert think he can do whatever he wants."

Aradhya's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Ari, you can't be serious. I'm not attracted to that old lecher at all! My body might have responded, but that was just... just physical. The thought of doing more with him makes me sick."

I held up my hands placatingly. "I know, I know. But we're in a tight spot here. Maybe we can find a way to satisfy his demands without going too far. Keep him interested enough to maintain our arrangement, but set clear boundaries."

Aradhya shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "I don't know if I can do that, Arijit. What if he wants more? What if he doesn't stop?"

I moved to her, wrapping her in my arms. "We'll figure it out together, okay? We'll be smart about this. I'll be here to protect you, and we'll find a way to turn this situation to our advantage somehow."

As we held each other, I knew we were treading dangerous waters. The game we were about to play with our portly, lecherous landlord was risky, with our home, our marriage, and our dignity all hanging in the balance. But with few other options, I steeled myself for what was to come, hoping we could navigate this treacherous path without losing ourselves in the process.