Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice. "Aradhya, can we talk for a minute?"

She looked at me, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "Of course, Ari. Is everything okay?"

I patted the bed beside me, and she sat down, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. The scent of her shampoo wafted over me, familiar and comforting, even as my mind raced with the unfamiliar territory we were about to enter.

"I... I couldn't help but notice you've been chatting with Tashan a lot lately.", I began, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands.

My beautiful wife’s doe-shaped eyes widened, a blush creeping up her neck. "Oh, Ari, it's nothing. We're just old friends catching up."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what would come next. "Aradhya, love, I saw the messages. And... the photo."

She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Ari, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to go that far. It was just... I don't know. A moment of weakness, I guess."

I reached out, taking her hand in mine. It felt soft, warm and familiar. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not angry. In fact, I... I want to talk about it."

She looked at me, confusion evident in her eyes. "Talk about it? What do you mean?"

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "I know we decided to stop... you know, the affairs and the stories. But seeing those messages, it made me realize something. I... I miss it. The excitement, the thrill. And I think maybe you do too."

She bit her lip, a gesture I'd always found irresistible. "Ari, I don't know. After what happened with Harpreet..."

The memory of that night flooded back – the broken condom, the panic, the relief when Aradhya's period finally came. I squeeze her hand gently. "That was an accident, love. A one-in-a-million chance. And besides, I... I have something to tell you about that."

Aradhya's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the revelation I was about to make. "I went to the doctor last week. For a... a fertility test."

Her eyes widened. "Ari, why didn't you tell me? We could have gone together."

I shook my head and said, "I wanted to be sure before I said anything. And, well... it turns out I can't have children. I'm infertile."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and final. My wife’s hand tightened around mine, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Ari. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

I shrugged, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I didn't know how. I was afraid... afraid you'd be disappointed. That you'd want to leave me for someone who could give you a family."

She pulled me into a fierce hug, her damp hair tickling my cheek. "Never. I love you, Ari. Children or no children, that will never change."

We stayed like that for a long moment, holding each other, processing the weight of this revelation. When we finally pulled apart, I cupped her face in my hands, wiping away a stray tear with my thumb.

"I love you too, darling. More than anything. And that's why... that's why I want you to be happy. To have everything you want in life."

She looked at me, confusion evident in her eyes. "What are you saying?"

I took a deep breath, "I'm saying that if you want to... explore things with Tashan, or anyone else for that matter, I'm okay with it. More than okay, actually. I... I want you to."

Aradhya's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. "Ari, are you sure? After everything that happened before..."

I nodded, surprised by how certain I felt. "I'm sure. The thing with Harpreet, it scared us both. But now, knowing that I can't... that there's no risk of me getting you pregnant... It changes things, doesn't it?"

She bit her lip, considering. "I suppose it does. But Ari, what if... what if I did get pregnant? With someone else's child?"

The thought sent a jolt of arousal through me, mixed with a bittersweet ache. "Then we'd figure it out together."

Tears welled up in Aradhya's eyes again, but this time, there was a spark of something else there too. Excitement, maybe? Hope? "Ari, I don't know what to say. This is... it's a lot to take in."

I pulled her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I know, love. And we don't have to decide anything right now. I just want you to know that the option is there. If you want it."

We sat in silence for a while, holding each other, the weight of possibility hanging between us. Finally, my wife spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tashan’s... been pretty persistent."

I couldn’t help the twitch of excitement I felt at the mention of his name. "Well, if you're interested... maybe we could invite him over sometime. Just to talk, see how things go."

Aradhya pulled back, studying my face. "Are you sure about this, Ari? Really sure?"

I nodded, surprised by how steady my voice was. "I am. I want you to be happy, love. And if Tashan can give you something I can't... well, I want you to have that."

She was quiet for a long moment, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but determined. "Okay. Let's... I’ll invite him over. Just to talk."

The decision made, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooded through me. She pulled out her phone, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Should I... should I message him now?"

I nodded with a smile.

She typed out a quick message, trying to keep her hands from shaking: “Hey Tashan. I was wondering if you'd like to come over for drinks sometime this week. Let us know if you're free."

She hit send before I could second-guess myself, then showed me the screen. "Now we wait, I guess."

We didn't have to wait long. Less than a minute later, her phone buzzed with Tashan's reply:

"Sounds great! How about Friday at 8?"

I looked at Aradhya, raising an eyebrow in question. She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She typed back: "Friday at 8 works perfectly. See you then."

As she set the phone down, the reality of what we had just done began to sink in. My wife and I looked at each other, a mix of excitement, nervousness, and something else – something primal and electric – passing between us.

"So.", I said, my voice slightly husky. "What are you planning to wear?"

She laughed, the tension breaking slightly. "I don't know about you, but I think I need to go shopping. If we're doing this, I want to look my best."

I pulled her close, breathing in the clean scent of her skin. "You always look beautiful, love. But if shopping will make you feel more confident, then by all means."

She kissed me then, soft and sweet, but with an undercurrent of heat that made my toes curl. When we broke apart, she rested her forehead against mine. "Thank you, Ari. For understanding. For... for everything."

I stroked her cheek, marveling at the love I felt for this woman. "Always, Aradhya. Whatever happens, we're in this together."

As she got up to get dressed, I couldn't help but watch her move, imagining Tashan's eyes on her body, his hands where mine had been so many times before. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and I found myself counting the days until Friday. The rest of the week passed in a blur of anticipation and preparation. My wife did indeed go shopping, coming home with bags from Westlife and a few other high fashion stores. She modeled the lingerie for me, each set more tantalizing than the last, and I couldn't help but imagine Tashan's reaction when he’d see her in them.

For my part, I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, stocking the bar with top-shelf liquor and making sure the bedroom looked immaculate. I even changed the sheets, opting for the silky Egyptian cotton set we usually save for special occasions.

By the time Friday rolled around, the air in our apartment was thick with tension and excitement. Aradhya emerged from the bathroom in a form-fitting black dress that hugged every curve, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She was wearing the ruby pendant I gave her for our anniversary, the stone nestled in the hollow of her throat.

"How do I look?", she asked, giving a little twirl.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Absolutely stunning. Tashan won't know what hit him."

She blushed, smoothing her hands over the dress. "And you're sure about this? We can still call it off if you've changed your mind."

I crossed the room to her, taking her hands in mine. "I'm sure. Are you?"

Aradhya nodded, a mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. "I am. It's just... it's been a while, you know? Since we've done anything like this."

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "We'll take it slow. Nothing has to happen tonight if you're not comfortable."

She smiles, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "You're right. No pressure, just... exploration."

As I left for work, I couldn't help but glance back at my stunning wife, imagining her getting ready for her date with one of her ex-lovers. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me, mixed with a twinge of anxiety. The workday dragged by, each minute feeling like an hour. I couldn't focus on anything, my mind constantly wandering to what might be happening in our apartment. Was Tashan there yet? What were they talking about? Had he kissed her? Touched her?

I found myself reaching for my phone countless times, wanting to text her, to ask for details, but I stopped myself each time. I promised her space, and I intended to keep that promise. By the time lunch came around, I was a bundle of nerves. I couldn't eat, couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was Aradhya and Tashan, alone in our apartment. Were they in the living room, or had they moved to the bedroom? Was Aradhya still wearing the outfit I picked out, or had Tashan peeled it off her, revealing the lace beneath?

The questions swirled in my mind, driving me to distraction. I wish I still had the cameras in the apartment, a way to see what was happening. But after the incident with Harpreet, we agreed to get rid of them. Now, I was left to my imagination, which proved to be both torturous and arousing.

As the afternoon wore on, I found myself inventing excuses to leave early. But each time, I talked myself out of it. This was Aradhya's time, her exploration. I needed to respect that, no matter how much it was killing me not to know what's happening.

By the time 5 o'clock rolls around, I was practically vibrating with tension. I raced out of the office, my mind already at home. What will I find when I get there? Will Tashan still be there? Will I see evidence of their encounter, or will Aradhya have tidied everything away?

As I drove home, my mind raced with possibilities. Whatever I find, I knew one thing for certain – our lives would never be the same after today. And despite the anxiety churning in my gut, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at what the future might hold.