Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

We finished our lunch, the air still thick with unresolved tension. I was helping Aradhya clear the table when her phone chimed. She reached for it, and I half-expected it to be our landlord, Mr. Banerjee. But as soon as she saw the screen, her eyes widened with excitement.

"Oh my gosh, Ari!", she breathed, her fingers hovering over the phone. "It's Harpreet. He's back in the city." I could feel the heat rising in my own cheeks, a mixture of anticipation and something darker, more primal. "Should I... should I reply?", she asked.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself against the kitchen counter. "Yeah.", I said, my voice slightly hoarse. "Yeah, you should."

My wife bit her lip, her fingers poised over the keyboard. "What should I say?"

I moved closer, peering over her shoulder at the screen. "Ask him when he got back. Keep it casual."

She nodded, typing out a quick message: "Hey Harpreet! Welcome back. When did you get in?"

We waited, the seconds ticking by agonizingly slow. Then the phone chimed again.

"Ji, madam-ji! Me come back yesterday night only. Kiven ho tussi?", Harpreet's reply read, his broken English mixed with Punjabi making Aradhya smile.

I could feel her body heat as she leaned back slightly, her back almost touching my chest. "Tell him you've been thinking about him.", I murmured, my breath hot against her ear.

She shivered slightly but did as I suggested. "I've been good. Actually... I've been thinking about you."

The reply came faster this time. "Accha? What kind thinking u do? Good-good thinking, na?"

She turned to look at me, her eyes wide. "Ari, are you sure about this?"

I nodded, my mouth dry. "Go on. Tell him."

She took a shaky breath before typing: "The kind of thoughts that aren't appropriate for a married woman."

We both held our breath as we waited for Harpreet's response. When it came, it was bold despite his limited English: "Oho! Naughty-shaughty thinking, haan? Me also doing same-to-same for u, madam-ji. Remembering ur soft dusky skin, how u taste."

I could feel Aradhya's pulse quicken. She looked at me again, seeking guidance. "Ask him what else he's been thinking about.", I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.

She typed the message, her fingers trembling slightly. The brutish plumber's reply was almost immediate: "Me thinking ur bhooree-bhooree (dusky-dusky) skin. Ur khushboo (smell). How feel when me touching u last time on couch. Mmmm."

Aradhya gasped softly, and I could see the flush deepening on her cheeks. She turned to me again, her eyes dark with desire. "Ari, this is... this is getting intense."

I swallowed hard, nodding. "I know. It's okay. Keep going."

She hesitated for a moment before typing: "I've been thinking about your hands too. And... other parts of you."

Harpreet's response made us both catch our breath: "Oye hoye! Me want seeing u, madam-ji. Not only soching. Real-real dekhna. Want tasting u again like last time."

Aradhya's hand shook as she held the phone. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "Ari... what should I do?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "Invite him over. Tomorrow. I'll be at the office all day."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure? Really sure? You know we've... done things before."

I nodded slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. "I meant what I said before, Aradhya. I want you to be happy. To be... satisfied. And I know you two haven't gone all the way yet."

She searched my face for a long moment, then turned back to her phone. "I'm free tomorrow afternoon if you want to come over.", she typed.

We waited in tense silence for Harpreet's reply. When it came, it was simple but loaded with meaning: "2 baje me coming. Bilkul ready rehna (be ready), madam-ji."

Aradhya set the phone down on the counter, her hands shaking slightly. She turned to face me fully, her expression serious. "Ari, you know what this means, right? If he comes over tomorrow... it's not just going to be like last time. We're talking about going all the way."

I nodded, my mouth dry. "I know."

She took a step closer to me, her voice low and intense. "We're talking about sex, Ari. In our home. In our bed."

I felt a twinge of jealousy mixed with an undeniable surge of arousal. "I understand.", I said softly. "Just... be careful, okay?"

My wife's beautiful eyes softened as she caught my meaning. "Of course. I'll make sure we use protection."

I nodded, relief mingling with the cocktail of emotions swirling in my chest. "Good."

She reached out, cupping my face in her hands. "Are you really okay with this, Ari? Because if you're not, I can call it off. You're more important to me than any of this."

I leaned into her touch, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, I met her gaze steadily. "I'm okay with it. I want you to be happy, Aradhya. To have what you need."

A slow smile spread across her face, and she leaned in to kiss me softly. "You're amazing, you know that?"

I returned her smile, even as my heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. "Just promise me one thing?"

"Anything.", she said immediately.

"When I get home tomorrow night... tell me everything. In detail."

Aradhya's eyes darkened with desire, and she nodded. "I promise. Every single detail."

She turned back to her phone, typing out a quick message to confirm the time with Harpreet. His reply came swiftly: "Theek hai, 2 baje pakka. Me bringing special gift for u, madam-ji. U liking very much, promise."

As she set the phone down again, I could see the excitement radiating from her. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that I wasn't the one who could make her feel this way, but seeing her so happy... it was worth it.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation and nervous energy. We went about our usual routines, but there was an undercurrent of tension, of unspoken thoughts and desires. Every time our eyes met, I could see the mixture of gratitude and excitement in Aradhya's gaze. As we prepared for bed that night, the air was thick with unspoken words. Aradhya moved around the room, laying out her clothes for the next day with extra care. I watched her from the bed, my heart aching with a mixture of love, desire, and a twinge of jealousy.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?", I asked softly as she slid into bed beside me.

She turned to face me, her expression thoughtful. "A little.", she admitted. "But mostly... I'm excited. Is that awful of me?"

I reached out, tracing the curve of her cheek. "No, it's not awful. It's... it's kind of hot, actually."

Her eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with desire. "Yeah? You like thinking about it?"

I nodded, feeling my face flush. "I do. I can't help it."

She moved closer, her body pressing against mine. "Tell me what you're thinking about now.", she whispered.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "I'm thinking about Harpreet's hands on you. About how he'll make you feel. The sounds you'll make."

Aradhya moaned softly, her hand sliding down my chest. "What else?"

"I'm thinking about how wet you'll be for him.", I continued, my voice rough with desire. "How he'll stretch you open, fill you up in ways I can't."

She gasped, her fingers digging into my skin. "Ari..."

"I'm thinking about how many times he'll make you cum.", I whispered, my own arousal building despite the twinge of shame. "How you'll look when you're completely satisfied."

Aradhya crushed her lips to mine, kissing me deeply. When she pulled back, her eyes were blazing with lust. "I love you so much, Ari. You know that, right?"

I nodded, pulling her close. "I know. I love you too."

We fell asleep tangled together, the anticipation of tomorrow humming through both of us. As I drifted off, I couldn't help but wonder what the hidden cameras would capture, what secrets they would reveal. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me, even as sleep claimed me.

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Morning had come too quickly, and soon I was preparing to leave for work. Aradhya was already up, fussing with her hair and makeup more than usual. I shuffled into the kitchen, still groggy, and put the kettle on for my morning tea. As I waited for the water to boil, I couldn’t help but notice how intently my wife was working on her appearance. Her dusky skin glowed in the early morning light, and she was applying her makeup with more care than I had seen in months. I was just pouring the hot water over my tea bag when she entered the kitchen. The look on her face stopped me cold. Her eyes were blazing with a mixture of anger and hurt, and in her hand, she was holding something small and black. My heart sank as I realized what it was—the tiny hidden camera I had placed in our bedroom closet.

"What the fuck is this, Arijit?!", my wife demanded, her voice low and dangerous.