Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

I'd made an appointment with our family doctor weeks ago, driven by a mix of curiosity and insecurity. After our pregnancy scare with Harpreet, I couldn't shake the nagging question – what if I couldn't give Aradhya a child even if she wanted one? Now, with Tashan back in the picture, that insecurity felt more pressing than ever. So, on a day when my wife was out running errands (and a small, paranoid part of me wondered if she was really meeting Tashan), I made my way to the doctor's office.

The wait was excruciating. As I sat in the sterile examination room, I couldn't help but think about my wife and her ex. Were they together right now? Was he touching her the way I'd imagined, his large hands exploring her body in ways I never could?

When the doctor finally entered, his expression was grave. My heart sank before he could even open his mouth.

"Mr. Chowdhury…", he began, his voice gentle. "I'm afraid I have some difficult news."

As he explained the results of my test, using words like "azoospermia" and "infertility," I feel as if I was underwater. The doctor's voice seemed to come from far away, muffled and distorted.

"There are treatments we can try.", I heard him saying, but I barely registered anything. All I could think about was my wife. She had always wanted children. As I left the doctor's office, my mind reeled with the implications of what I'd just learned. The word "infertile" echoed in my head, a cruel reminder of my inadequacy. How do I tell Aradhya? Should I tell her at all? And what does this mean for us, for our future?

The next few days passed in a haze of anxiety and self-doubt. I caught myself staring at my wife when she wasn’t looking, wondering if she could sense the change in me. Does she somehow know? Can she tell that I'm less of a man now? I tried to act normal, but everything felt off-kilter. Our conversations were stilted, our intimacy strained. Aradhya noticed, of course. She'd always been perceptive.

"Ari, is everything okay?", she asked done evening, her brow furrowed with concern.

I forced a smile. "Just stressed about work.", I lied, hating myself for the deception.

She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

I nodded, burying my face in her hair to hide the tears that threatened to spill. If only she knew.

Days turn into weeks, and still, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. The secret festered inside me, poisoning every interaction. And all the while, I couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that something was going on with Aradhya and Tashan. She was on her phone more often, smiling at messages when she thought I wasn’t looking. I told myself it was innocent, just old friends catching up. But the seeds of doubt had been planted, and it was growing with each passing day.

Then, one lazy Sunday afternoon, it happened! My wife was in the shower, and I was lounging on the bed, half-heartedly scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, her phone chimed with a new message. I glanced over, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Tashan's name on the screen. Before I could stop myself, I reached for her phone. I hesitated for a moment, guilt warring with curiosity. But the need to know overpowered everything else.

I unlocked her screen – a trick I’d learned online, feeling simultaneously clever and ashamed. The chat window opened, and as I scroll through the messages, my heart raced faster with each passing moment. The latest exchange caught my eye, something far more explicit than I'd anticipated:

Tashan: Gosh, Aradhya. I can't stop thinking about you. About that gorgeous body of yours.

Aradhya: Tashan... we shouldn't be talking like this.

Tashan: I know, but I can't help it. Remember how good we were together? The way you'd moan when I touched you?

Aradhya: That was a long time ago...

Tashan: But I bet you still sound just as sexy. Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it.

Aradhya: Tashan!

Tashan: Come on, baby. Don't tell me you don't think about it too. About my hands on your tits, my cock inside you...

There was a long pause before Aradhya's next message, and I could almost feel her hesitation through the screen.

Aradhya: I... I'd be lying if I said I never thought about it.

Tashan: That's my girl. Why don't you show me what I'm missing? Send me a little something to keep me going.

Aradhya: I don't know...

Tashan: Come on! For old times' sake. Just one little pic.

Another pause, even longer this time.

Aradhya: Fine. But just one. And nothing too revealing.

My hands shook as I scrolled down, dreading and anticipating what I might find. And there it was – a photo of Aradhya in a lacy green bra, her cleavage on full display. The angle was artful, teasing, showing just enough to drive a man wild with desire.

Tashan: Fuck me. You're even hotter than I remember. Those tits... God, I want to bury my face in them.

Aradhya: Tashan! You can't say things like that.

Tashan: Why not? It's true. I bet your nipples are hard right now, aren't they?

Aradhya: ...Maybe.

Tashan: Touch them for me. Pinch them like I used to.

Aradhya: I shouldn't...

Tashan: But you want to, don't you? Come on, baby. Do it for me.

There was a gap in the conversation, and when Aradhya responded, I could almost hear the breathlessness in her voice.

Aradhya: Okay. I did it.

Tashan: That's my girl. God, I wish I was there. I'd make you feel so good baby.

Aradhya: Tashan, we have to stop. This isn't right.

Tashan: Don't you want me, baby? Don't you miss my cock inside you?

Aradhya: Of course I do, but... I'm married now.

Tashan: That doesn't have to stop us. We could meet up, just once. For old times' sake.

Aradhya: I can't. It wouldn't be fair to Arijit.

Tashan: He doesn't have to know. Come on, Aradhya. One night. That's all I'm asking.

There was another long pause, and I held my breath, terrified and aroused by what my wife might’ve said next.

Aradhya: I... I need to think about it.

Tashan: Take all the time you need, baby. But know that when you're ready, I'll be here. Waiting to make you scream my name again.

That's where the conversation ended, and I was left staring at the screen, my mind reeling. The explicit nature of their exchange, the photo, Aradhya's hesitant but clear interest – it was all so much more than I'd expected. As I continued scrolling up, I saw more photos being exchanged. Each one Was slightly more revealing than the last. My gorgeous, sexy wife in a low-cut top. My beautiful wife in a bikini at the beach. My smoking hot wife in a tight dress, pouting at the camera.

With each image, Tashan's comments become more suggestive, and Aradhya's responses more flirtatious.

Tashan: Damn, baby. That dress is killer. Your husband is a lucky man.

Aradhya: You think so?

Tashan: I know so. I can't stop staring at this picture.

Aradhya: Maybe I should send more then...

Tashan: Please do. You know I can never get enough of you.

My hands shook as I scrolled through the chat.

Tashan: Remember that red lingerie set you used to have?

Aradhya: Gosh, that was ages ago. I can't believe you remember that.

Tashan: How could I forget? You looked incredible in it.

Aradhya: I don't even know if it still fits...

Tashan: Only one way to find out ?

Aradhya: Tashan! You're terrible.

Tashan: Come on, for old times' sake. I bet you still look amazing in it.

There was a long pause after this message, and I held my breath again, dreading what would come next. Finally, she responded.

Aradhya: I shouldn't...

Tashan: But you want to, don't you?

Another pause, even longer this time.

Aradhya: Maybe...

Tashan: Do it. I promise I'll delete it right after.

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I scrolled down, terrified of what I might see next. But instead of a photo, there was just another message from her.

Aradhya: I can't, Tashan. It wouldn't be right.

Tashan: I understand. I'm sorry if I pushed too far.

Aradhya: It's okay. I just... I need to remember I'm married now.

Tashan: Of course. I respect that. But just know, if you ever change your mind...

Aradhya: Tashan...

Tashan: Sorry, sorry. I'll behave. But can I at least say how gorgeous you look in that last picture you sent?

Aradhya: I suppose that's harmless enough.

Tashan: You're stunning, Aradhya. Truly breathtaking.

Aradhya: Thank you. It's nice to hear sometimes.

Tashan: Doesn't Arijit tell you?

Aradhya: He does, but... it's different coming from you.

My stomach churned at her words. Different how? Better? More exciting? I scrolled frantically, looking for more, but that's where the conversation ended. I stared at the phone, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, jealousy, hurt – they all swirled together, threatening to overwhelm me. But underneath it all, there was something else. A shameful, twisted excitement that I couldn't quite suppress. I imagined Aradhya posing for these pictures, knowing Tashan would see them. Did she get a thrill from it? Did she think of him when she was choosing her outfits, when she was angling the camera just so?

And Tashan – confident, assertive Tashan. So different from me. I could almost hear his deep voice saying those flirtatious words, could almost see the way my wife must’ve blushed when she read them. The sound of the shower turning off snapped me back to reality. I quickly placed her phone back where I found it, my hands shaking.

As I heard her moving around in the bathroom, I tried to process what I'd just discovered. The flirtatious messages, the revealing photos – it was all so unlike the Aradhya I know. Or thought I knew. But then again, isn't this exactly what happened with Harpreet? With Mr. Banerjee? It had been so long since we had a sexcapade with them that I had almost forgotten how she was.

I thought back to our conversations about her college days, about her "fling" with Tashan. How much did she really tell me? How much was still hidden? The bathroom door opened, and my wife emerged, wrapped in a towel. She smiled when she saw me, and my heart clenched.

"Hey, you," she says, leaning down to kiss me. "What have you been up to?"

I forced a smile, hoping she couldn't see the turmoil in my eyes. "Oh, you know. Just browsing the internet."

She nodded, then turned to her dresser. As she dropped her towel to get dressed, I couldn't help but stare. Is this the body she'd been showing off to Tashan? The body that he remembered, that he still desired after all these years?

And then another thought hit me – a thought so shocking, so arousing, that I had to bite back a gasp.