Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya’s narration continues)

Harpreet's hands slid up my thighs, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. I tensed, grabbing his wrists. "Wait…", I gasped, my heart racing.

He looked up, confusion in his eyes. "What wrong, jaan? You not want?"

I bit my lip, torn between desire and apprehension. "We... We've never...", I trailed off, embarrassed.

Understanding dawned on his face. "Ah, I see. No worry, jaan. I take good care of you."

His confidence was both terrifying and arousing. I thought about Mr. Banerjee, about the stress crushing me. Then I looked at Harpreet - this rough, low-class plumber who made me feel things I'd never felt before.

"Okay.", I whispered, releasing his wrists.

Harpreet grinned, slowly sliding my panties down. I lifted my hips, helping him. The cool air hit my most intimate parts, making me shiver.

"Sexy.", he murmured, his accent thick with desire. "Now, you relax. Let Harpreet paji make you feel good."

He started slowly, teasingly. His beard scratched my inner thighs as he kissed his way up. I was trembling, half from nerves, half from anticipation.

The first swipe of his tongue made me gasp. "Oh my gosh!"

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me. "That's it, jaan. Let go. Let me hear you."

And I did, Ari. I let go. As Harpreet's tongue worked between my thighs, I lost myself in the sensations. He continued with broad, flat licks, then zeroed in on my clit. His tongue swirled and flicked, occasionally sucking. The contrast of his soft tongue and rough beard drove me wild. I couldn't stop squirming, my hips bucking against his face.

"F-fuck... Hnngh!", I panted, grinding shamelessly. My hands fisted in the sheets - our sheets - as pleasure washed over me. "Ah! Yes! Oh fuck, Harpreet!" I didn't recognize my own voice, raw and desperate. He was relentless though, his other large hand holding my thighs apart as he devoured me. Every lick, every suck pushed me closer to the edge.

I don't know how long it lasted. Time lost all meaning. All I knew was the pleasure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I'd shatter. When I came, it was with a scream I muffled against my arm. My body arched off the bed, held in place only by Harpreet's strong hands. My thighs clamped around his head. He didn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until I was quivering and oversensitive. Only then did he lift his head, his beard glistening. He looked... proud. Smug, even.

"You okay, jaan?", he asked, eyes twinkling.

I laughed breathlessly, feeling more relaxed than I had in days. "I'm not sure right now.", I admitted.

He grinned, crawling up to kiss me deeply. I tasted myself on his tongue, sending another thrill through me. It was intoxicating, but also a stark reminder of what we’d just done. As we kissed, I felt something hard pressing against my thigh. I knew what it was, of course. I’d seen it before, felt it in my hand. But this time... this time felt different. I broke the kiss, looking up at Harpreet. His eyes were dark with desire, his breathing heavy. That’s when I noticed the bulge in his work pants. It looked... huge. Bigger than I remembered.

"You like what you see, jaan?", Harpreet asked, a smirk on his face. He shifted, making his erection more prominent.

I bit my lip, conflicted. We’d crossed so many lines already, but this... this felt like the point of no return. Since we’ve been married, I’d obviously never gone down on anyone but you, Ari. The thought of doing it with Harpreet both thrilled and terrified me.

"I... I don’t know if we should..." I started, my voice trembling.

Harpreet’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of concern. "What wrong now, jaan?"

I couldn’t meet his eyes. "It’s not that I don’t want to.", I admitted. "It’s just... I’ve never done this with anyone but my husband."

Harpreet was quiet for a moment. Then he reached out, gently tilting my chin up to look at him. "Is okay, jaan. We not have to do anything you not want. But...", he paused, his eyes roaming over my body. "I want you so bad. Want to feel your mouth on me."

His words sent a shiver through me. I could feel my resolve weakening. "I... I don’t know..."

"Please, jaan….", he said, his voice low and husky. "I make you feel so good, yes? Let me show you how good it can be for both of us."

I hesitated, my mind racing. I thought about you, Arijit. About your permission, about how far you’d said I could go. But you hadn’t specifically mentioned this, had you? Was this crossing a line? As if sensing my indecision, Harpreet took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel the heat of him through his pants, the hardness straining against the fabric. Despite myself, I gave a small squeeze, drawing a groan from him.

"See how hard I am for you?", he said, his accent thicker with arousal. "Only you make me feel this way, jaan."

My mouth went dry. I licked my lips, noticing how Harpreet’s eyes followed the movement. "It’s not that I haven’t done this before.", I confessed. "It’s just... you’re so much bigger than anyone I’ve been with."

He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through his body and into my hand. "We take it slow, jaan. You do what you comfortable with."

Something about his words, about the idea of trying to take on this challenge, broke down the last of my resistance. Slowly, I nodded.

Harpreet’s face lit up with a grin. He leaned in, kissing me deeply. When he pulled back, he whispered, "Thank you, jaan."

With slightly steadier hands than before, I reached for his belt. The leather was worn, the buckle tarnished. It spoke of long days of hard work. As I undid it, I could smell him - a musky, masculine scent mixed with sweat and something distinctly steely. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it wasn’t off-putting either. If anything, it made this feel more real, more raw. I unzipped his pants, my heart pounding with anticipation. He lifted his hips, helping me slide his pants and underwear down. And then... there it was. It sprang free, long and thick, dark, curving slightly to the left. The head was flushed and glistening, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. And the smell... it was stronger now, that mix of musk and sweat and man. It should have turned me off, but instead, I felt a rush of heat between my legs.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. "Harpreet", I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "lie down on the bed. I want to... I want to position myself properly."

He grinned, a mix of excitement and anticipation in his eyes. "Of course, jaan.", he replied, his accent thick with arousal. He shuffled back on the bed, his massive erection bobbing as he moved.

I watched as he settled himself, his hairy legs spread slightly. The sight of him like that, so open and vulnerable yet so powerfully masculine, sent another rush of heat through me. I crawled onto the bed, positioning myself between his thighs. The hair on his legs tickled my skin as I settled in. Up close, the musky scent of him was even stronger, a heady mix that made my head spin. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, see the way his cock twitched in anticipation.

"Go on, jaan.", he encouraged. "Show me what you can do."

I leaned in, my heart racing. The musky smell was overwhelming now, but not unpleasant. It was... primal. Exciting. I darted my tongue out, licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip. The taste was salty, slightly bitter. Different from yours, Ari, and different from others I’d known. But not bad. Encouraged by his low moan, I took the head into my mouth.

"Oyyyyyyyyy!!", Harpreet groaned. "That’s it, jaan. Take more.", I tried to take more of him in, but he was so thick. My jaw ached as I stretched my mouth around him. I could only manage about half before I felt like I might gag.

"Is okay…", Harpreet said, his hand coming to rest on my head. "Take what you can."

I did as he said, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. The dual sensation seemed to drive him wild. His hips started to move, thrusting shallowly.

"Jaan...your mouth ekdum perfect.", Harpreet growled, his accent heavy with desire. "So hot and wet."

"Mmmphhhff!!", I moaned around his thickness, drool leaking from the corners of my stretched lips. The obscene wet sounds filled the room as I serviced him.

"That's right meri jaan, choke on it...fuck...I wanna paint your whole mouth white!!!...", He gripped my hair tighter. "Look up, look at me while you doing the sucking..."

I gazed up at him through teary eyes, his cock stretching my lips wide. "Ahhh...those eyes...sala, you were making for this only no?"

"Mhmmm...", I hummed in agreement, sending vibrations through his shaft.

His words were sending a thrill through me. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I bobbed my head. The taste of him filled my mouth, salty and musky. I could feel him leaking more pre-cum, coating my tongue. In the meantime, his cock grew even harder, throbbing urgently against my tongue. More precum continued to my mouth as his hips started to buck, fucking my face in short desperate thrusts. I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper, letting him use my mouth however he needed.

The sounds he made were absolutely filthy - guttural groans and breathless curses in both English and Hindi. His muscular thighs quivered on either side of my head. I reached up to massage his heavy balls, feeling them draw tight against his body. I don’t know how long I kept at it. Probably 10-15 minutes, easily. Time seemed to lose all meaning. My world narrowed down to the feeling of Harpreet in my mouth, the sound of his groans, the taste and smell of him. My jaw ached, my lips felt swollen, but I didn’t want to stop.

Harpreet’s hand tightened even further in my hair. "Jaan!", he groaned. "I... I close. You want me to..."

I knew what he was asking. For a moment, I hesitated. This was the point of no return. If I let him finish in my mouth, there would be no going back. But I was too far gone to care. I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder, moving faster. Harpreet’s groans grew louder, his hips bucking more erratically.

"Fuck, jaan! I... I...", And then he was cumming, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he spilled himself on my tongue. The taste was stronger now, saltier, more intense. I swallowed reflexively, again and again, trying to take it all.

When it was over, I pulled back, gasping for air. Harpreet collapsed back on the bed, his hairy chest heaving. I looked up at him, a mix of pride and uncertainty swirling in my chest. But when Harpreet opened his eyes and looked at me, all my doubts vanished. The look on his face... I’ve never seen anyone look at me like that before. Like I was a goddess, like I’d given him the greatest gift in the world.

"Come here, jaan.", he said, pulling me up for a kiss. He didn’t seem to care about the taste of himself on my lips. If anything, it seemed to excite him more. When we finally broke apart, both breathless, he grinned at me. "Wah, jaan. That was... incredible. You very good at that."

I blushed, oddly proud. "Well... I’ve had some practice.", I admitted.

Harpreet’s grin widened. "Lucky me, then. Very lucky me."

As we lay there, catching our breath, I couldn’t help but think about what we’d just done. About how far we’d gone. Part of me felt guilty. But a bigger part... a bigger part felt exhilarated. Alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years.

(Aradhya’s narration ends)