Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

As Aradhya finished recounting her encounter with Harpreet, I sat there in stunned silence, my mind reeling from the vivid details she'd shared. The room felt uncomfortably warm, and I could feel a thin sheen of sweat on my forehead. My heart was racing, a mixture of surprise, arousal, and something I couldn't quite name coursing through my veins.

"Aradhya?", I finally managed to say, my voice hoarse. "Did you... did you actually give him a blowjob? This brutish, low-class plumber?"

I saw a flicker of regret pass over her face, her eyes darting away from mine. "I... yes, Ari. I did," she admitted softly. "It just... happened. I got carried away in the moment."

I leaned back in my chair, trying to process this information. This was so much more than I had anticipated. And so soon after that awkward encounter with the lecherous landlord.

"I see.", I said, my voice carefully neutral. I didn't want to guilt-trip her - after all, I had given her permission to explore. But the speed at which things had escalated left me feeling off-balance.

My wife looked at me, her expression a mix of concern and lingering arousal from reliving the memory. "Are you... are you angry?", she asked hesitantly.

I shook my head slowly. "No, not angry. Just... surprised, I suppose. I didn't expect things to move so fast."

She nodded, seeming to relax a little. "I didn't either, to be honest. It all happened so quickly. One moment we were just talking, and the next..."

"And the next, you had his cock in your mouth.", I finished for her, surprised at the bluntness of my own words.

Aradhya blushed deeply, but she didn't deny it. "Yes.", she whispered. "It... it brought back memories, Ari. Of my time in Delhi, during college."

I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably aware of my own growing arousal. Despite my surprise - or perhaps because of it - I found myself turned on by her confession. The image of my wife, my Aradhya, on her knees before this rough, working-class man... it was more arousing than I cared to admit. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "I see.", I said again, not trusting myself to say more.

My wife sighed, her eyes downcast. "I'm sorry, Ari. I feel like I've disappointed you. This wasn't supposed to go so far, so fast. It started with just some innocent flirting and touching, and then suddenly we were making out, and his hands were all over me..."

She paused, looking ashamed. I reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Aradhya, listen to me. I'm not mad at you. I'm just... surprised, that's all. I didn't expect things to escalate so quickly. We agreed to explore this, and that's what you're doing. I just didn't anticipate it would go from flirting to touching to making out to... oral so quickly."

Aradhya finally looked up at me, her eyes searching my face. "You're really not angry?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm not angry. I'm... well, I'm a lot of things right now, but angry isn't one of them."

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking again. "Ari, I... I need to warn you. If this continues, if we keep going down this path... well, you know what the next step is going to be, don't you?"

I nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. "I do.", I said softly.

Aradhya studied me for a moment, her brow furrowed. "You're still aroused by this, aren't you? Even though we've pushed things so far?"

I felt my face heat up, but I didn't deny it. "Yes.", I admitted. "I am. I can't really explain it, but... yes."

She shook her head, looking both confused and intrigued. "I don't understand, Arijit. We've gone so much further than we originally planned. I thought you'd be upset, or at least want to slow things down."

I took a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. "I'm as surprised as you are, Aradhya. But there's something about hearing you talk about your experiences with that low-class, manly plumber... it's exciting. Terrifying, but exciting."

She nodded slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "So... what now? Do we continue? Do we stop?"

I looked at her, really looked at her. Despite her earlier shame, I could see the excitement in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks. She wanted this, I realized. And, shockingly, so did I!

"We continue," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But Aradhya?"

"Yes?"

"Promise me you'll be careful. And that you'll tell me everything."

Her smile widened, a mix of relief and anticipation. "I promise, Ari. Every detail."

The days following Aradhya's confession about blowing Harpreet passed in an oddly quiet lull. I found myself constantly on edge, anticipating some new development. On a Monday morning, my wife casually mentioned over breakfast, "Oh, by the way, Harpreet had to leave for his village in Punjab. His father's fallen ill."

I nearly choked on my chai. "Is that so?", I managed, trying to keep my voice neutral. "Did he say when he'd be back?"

Aradhya shrugged, buttering her toast. "No, he wasn't sure. You know how these things can be."

I nodded, my mind racing. Part of me felt relieved – we had more time to process everything that had happened. But another part, a part I was still coming to terms with, felt disappointed. Following that news, I found myself spending more time at the office in the days moving forward. Not to escape any painfully arousing reminders, but simply because I was getting more work done there. The familiar routine of the office provided a welcome structure to my days, allowing me to focus on my tasks without the distractions of home. Plus, I reasoned, it would give Aradhya some space to focus on her work as a technical writer.

Each morning as I prepared to leave, I'd ask her, "Are you sure you want to stay home? What if Mr. Banerjee shows up?"

And each time, Aradhya would wave off my concerns. "He hasn't been around in days, Arijit. I think he's finally gotten bored."

I'd nod, kiss her goodbye, and head off to work, all the while battling conflicting emotions. Was I hoping our lecherous landlord would stay away, or was there a part of me that wanted him to show up? I also started noticing subtle changes in Aradhya's behavior in the last week. It was nothing I could put my finger on exactly – just small things. The way she'd startle slightly when I came home, as if I'd interrupted her thoughts. How she seemed more distracted during our evening conversations, her eyes often drifting to her phone.

One night, as we lay in bed, I finally broached the subject. "Aradhya, is everything alright? You seem... I don't know, different somehow."

She turned to me, her eyes wide and innocent. "Different? How do you mean?"

I shrugged, feeling foolish. "I'm not sure. Just... distracted, maybe? Is work stressing you out?"

Aradhya smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "No, work's fine. I'm just... I don't know, restless, I guess."

I nodded, understanding all too well. "Is it because of... you know, Harpreet being gone?"

She bit her lip, considering. "Maybe. I hadn't really thought about it, but... maybe."

I felt a familiar stirring of arousal mixed with anxiety. "Do you... do you miss him?"

Her cheeks flushed slightly. "I... I suppose I do, a little. Is that okay?"

I nodded, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "It's okay. I understand."

And I did understand, more than I cared to admit. I found myself eagerly anticipating Harpreet's return, even as I dreaded it. The thought of what might happen when he came back both thrilled and terrified me.