Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

I watched on my phone as my wife hesitated for just a moment before sinking to her knees. She crawled towards our lecherous perverted landlord, her movements slow and sensual. Her breasts swayed gently with each motion, her ass swinging from side to side. As she reached him, Mr. Banerjee's hands came to rest on her head. His thick fingers tangled in her long, dark hair, guiding her face towards his crotch. Aradhya’s breath washed over his cock, causing it to twitch in anticipation. His thick fingers then twisted cruelly in her dark hair, wrenching her head back at a painful angle. Even without sound, I could tell she cried out. Our old landlord then did something that even made me shudder. My screen showed him hawking up saliva and then letting it rain down on my wife's upturned face. The white glob rolled down her flushed cheek. Then he said something to her and she hesitantly opened her mouth. Another splash of his spit landed on her open mouth. Her tongue darted out instinctively to catch it. To my shock, I noticed Aradhya's throat work as she swallowed it greedily, her chest heaving with arousal.

I could see Mr. Banerjee's face crack into a cruel smirk, his eyes glinting with satisfaction at my wife's eager degradation. His thick fingers stroked her spit-stained cheek almost mockingly, as if proudly admiring his handiwork before he yanked her head back into position. Only then did he ease his grip, keeping her head tilted at just the right angle as his cock hovered mere inches from her face. I could see the raw hunger in my wife's eyes as she stared at his thick shaft, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, mixing her own saliva with the remnants of his that still coated them.

Finally, Mr. Banerjee gave a slight nod, granting permission. My wife didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, her full lips parting as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. A low, guttural groan escaped Mr. Banerjee as Aradhya's warm, wet mouth enveloped him. His head fell back against the sofa, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure. His grip on Aradhya's hair tightened, but he didn't force her down. Instead, he allowed her to set her own pace.

She started slow, her lips forming a tight seal around the head of the fat landlord’s thick cock. Her tongue swirled around it, lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered there. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shudders through his body. Gradually, my wife began to take more of him into her mouth. Inch by inch, she slid down his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her hand came up to wrap around the base, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth.

Mr. Banerjee's breathing grew heavier, his chest heaving with each intake of air. Sweat beaded on his forehead, running down his temples and neck. His free hand gripped the sofa cushion, his knuckles turning white with the effort of restraining himself.

Aradhya's head bobbed up and down, her movements becoming more confident. Her dark hair fell in a curtain around her face, occasionally obscuring my view. When it parted, I could see her lips stretched wide around Mr. Banerjee's girth, glistening with saliva. She pulled back, releasing his cock with a wet 'pop'. A string of saliva connected her lips to the tip for a moment before breaking. Her tongue darted out, licking a long stripe from base to tip. Our landlord shuddered, a strangled moan escaping him.

Aradhya lavished attention on every inch of Mr. Banerjee's impressive member. She traced the prominent veins with her tongue, occasionally pausing to place open-mouthed kisses along the shaft. Her hand never stopped moving, stroking firmly as her mouth worked.  Mr. Banerjee's hips began to move, making small thrusting motions. He was losing control, his primal urges taking over. His grip on Aradhya's hair tightened, guiding her movements more forcefully.

Sensing his growing urgency, my wife redoubled her efforts. She took him deep into her mouth once more, relaxing her throat to accommodate his length. Her nose brushed against his belly as she swallowed around him, her throat constricting around his cock. A strangled cry tore from the man’s throat. His hips bucked upward, driving his cock even deeper. Aradhya gagged slightly but didn't pull away. Instead, she held herself there, her eyes watering as she fought against her gag reflex. After a long moment, she pulled back, gasping for air. Strings of saliva connected her lips to Mr. Banerjee's cock, breaking and reforming as she panted. Her lips were swollen and red, her chin slick with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum.

Mr. Banerjee looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. His cock twitched, angry and red, desperate for more attention. Aradhya met his gaze, a mischievous glint in her eye. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head once more. This time, she focused her attention on Mr. Banerjee's balls. She nuzzled against them, inhaling deeply. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the wrinkled skin. The pale, rotund man’s whole body tensed, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Aradhya then took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently. Her hand continued to stroke his shaft, her grip firm but not too tight. Mr. Banerjee's hips jerked sporadically, his control slipping further with each passing second. She alternated between his balls, lavishing each with equal attention. Her free hand came up to caress his inner thigh, her nails scbanging lightly against his skin. Our landlord trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Finally, Aradhya released his balls and returned to his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head before taking him deep once more. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, her head bobbing up and down with increased speed. Mr. Banerjee's grip on her hair tightened to the point of pain. His hips thrust upward, meeting Aradhya's downward movements.

I watched, transfixed, as my wife pleasured this disgusting old, perverted man. The sight of her dusky skin against his pale flesh, her full lips stretched around his impressive girth, was both shocking and arousing. My own arousal pressed painfully against my pants, demanding attention I couldn't give.

Aradhya's movements became more frantic, sensing Mr. Banerjee's impending climax. She took him as deep as she could, her throat working around him. Her hand stroked what she couldn't fit in her mouth, twisting slightly with each upward motion. The old landlord’s body went rigid, his back arching off the sofa. A strangled cry tore from his throat as he reached his peak. His cock pulsed visibly, pumping his release into Aradhya's eager mouth.

Aradhya didn't pull away. She continued to suck, swallowing each spurt of cum as it came. Mr. Banerjee's hips jerked erratically, his fingers tangled painfully in Aradhya's hair as he rode out his orgasm. After what seemed like an eternity, his body body went limp. He collapsed back onto the sofa, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His grip on Aradhya's hair loosened, his hand falling limply to his side.

My wife slowly pulled back, letting Mr. Banerjee's softening cock slip from her mouth. She sat back on her heels, looking up at him with a mixture of satisfaction and expectation. A drop of cum clung to the corner of her mouth, which she quickly licked away. Our lecherous landlord looked down at her, his expression a mix of awe and residual lust. His cock twitched feebly, as if trying to rally for another round. With surprising strength, he suddenly gripped Aradhya's arms and pulled her onto his lap. His flabby stomach pressed against her taut abdomen as he crushed his lips against hers in a sloppy, aggressive kiss.

My wife’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Mr. Banerjee's tongue invaded her mouth, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. He groaned deeply, apparently aroused by the lingering flavor of his own cum. His hands roamed over her body, kneading her breasts and squeezing her ass as he devoured her mouth.

When they finally broke apart, both were panting heavily. Our landlord’s face was flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his balding head. He grinned lecherously at Aradhya, his hands still wandering over her dusky skin. I watched intently, straining to decipher their conversation, especially since the video feed was silent. Their lips moved, forming words I couldn't decipher. Aradhya laughed at something Mr. Banerjee said, her head thrown back, exposing the graceful line of her neck. The landlord's expression was smug, clearly pleased with himself.

Their mouths continued to move in animated conversation. Mr. Banerjee's hands never stopped roaming over my wife’s body, pinching, squeezing, and caressing. She squirmed on his lap, her reactions a mix of pleasure and playful resistance. After several minutes of silent exchange, he glanced at the gaudy gold watch on his wrist. His expression changed, a hint of reluctance crossing his features. With exaggerated movements, he lifted Aradhya off his lap and set her down on the sofa beside him. The portly landlord then heaved himself to his feet, his substantial belly hanging over his groin. Both Aradhya and I watched as he waddled around the room, collecting his scattered clothing. My wife remained on the sofa, her nude form a stark contrast to Mr. Banerjee's ungainly movements.

He dressed slowly, his movements sluggish in his post-coital state, struggling with buttons and zippers. His shirt strained against his protruding stomach, the bottom buttons left undone. As he fastened his belt, he turned to Aradhya, his lips moving in what I assumed was a parting statement. My wife nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. Mr. Banerjee took a final, lingering look at my wife's naked body before lumbering out of the apartment. The door closed behind him with a silent click on my screen.

As I pondered over these crazy moments between my wife and our landlord, I realized that things would never be the same. This wasn't just a one-time thing, a momentary lapse in judgment. This has been happening for a while and unlike the first time with our supposedly lecherous landlord, this time my wife seemed to be an eager participant. The scene faded to black on my phone screen, leaving me with a thousand questions and a growing sense of anticipation.

My mind reeled as I stumbled through my workday, the silent video feed haunting my thoughts. Confusion overwhelmed me, but an unexpected undercurrent of arousal coursed through my body. I'd given my wife tacit permission to explore with Harpreet, that towering Punjabi Adonis with his thick beard, hairy chest, and bulging muscles. But the landlord? This defied logic - and yet, it ignited something primal within me. Mr. Banerjee was Harpreet's polar opposite - short, fat, balding, with skin that glistened unappealingly. As I pictured my wife with our greasy landlord, my cock twitched traitorously in my pants. I recalled the stories I'd devoured on illicit forums late at night - tales of wives submitting to older, unattractive men while their husbands watched. I never imagined I'd find myself living out those scenarios.

The memory of Mr. Banerjee groping and sucking on Aradhya's boobs weeks ago resurfaced. "I've dreamed of this. Imagined how these perfect tits would feel in my hands.", he had said. My stomach churned, but my arousal intensified. I remembered how Aradhya's body responded involuntarily to the portly landlord's touch in this most recent video footage.

Why was this turning me on? Jealousy still simmered, but it was overshadowed by a confusing cocktail of shame and excitement. I'd pictured Aradhya with Harpreet - all raw masculinity. But Mr. Banerjee? The mental image was almost laughable, yet undeniably erotic. As hours crawled by, my arousal and perplexity deepened. I oscillated between disgust and desperate horniness. By day's end, my pants were uncomfortably tight, my mind a mess of conflicting desires. I dreaded confronting Aradhya and this baffling, arousing new reality.