Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

I pulled into the driveway, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The sight of Tashan's car in the parking lot sent a jolt through me. “He's still here”, I thought, “After hours alone with my wife, he's still in our home.”

My hands shook as I fumbled with my keys, nearly dropping them as I approached the front door to our unit. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before entering. The moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere hit me like a wall – thick with tension, heavy with unspoken truths. The living room was empty, but I could hear muffled voices coming from the kitchen. I moved slowly, each step feeling like I'm wading through molasses. As I rounded the corner, I saw them.

My wife was leaning against the counter, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly disheveled. She was still wearing the red wrap dress I picked out this morning, but it was slightly askew, as if it'd been hastily retied. Her lips were swollen, her eyes bright with a mix of excitement and... perhaps guilt?

Tashan stood nearby, his muscular frame towering over Aradhya. He was buttoning up his shirt, his fingers moving deftly over the fabric. When he saw me, he froze for a split second before continuing, a flicker of something – embarrassment? defiance? – crossing his face.

"Ari!", Aradhya's voice was breathless, higher than usual. "You're home early."

I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, I... I finished up quicker than expected."

Tashan turned to face me, and I couldn't help but notice the way his shirt clung to his broad chest, a few buttons still undone at the top. "Arijit", he said, his deep voice rumbling through the kitchen. "Good to see you, man."

I nodded, unable to form words. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension. I could smell my wife's perfume mingling with something muskier – Tashan's cologne, perhaps? Or something more... primal?

"I was just leaving.", Tashan said, breaking the awkward silence. He turned to Aradhya, and I watched as his hand brushed against hers, lingering for just a moment too long. "Thanks for having me over. It was... nice catching up."

Aradhya nodded, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. "Of course, dear. Anytime."

The word 'dear' hung in the air between us, loaded with possibilities. I felt a twinge in my gut – jealousy? excitement? – as I watched them exchange a look that spoke volumes.

Tashan moved toward the door, and I stepped aside to let him pass. As he did, I caught a whiff of his scent – a mixture of expensive cologne and something else, something that made my stomach clench with the realization of what it might be. At the door, Tashan paused, turning back to me. "Arijit…", he said, his voice low. "You've got a hell of a wife there. Take good care of her."

Before I could respond, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. The sound echoed through the suddenly silent house, leaving Aradhya and me alone with the weight of what'd just happened. I turned back to my wife, really looking at her now. Her skin was glowing, a fine sheen of sweat still visible on her collarbone. The wrap dress had slipped slightly, revealing more of her cleavage than usual. I could see the edge of the black lace bra I picked out this morning, and my mouth went dry at the thought of Tashan seeing it, touching it.

"Ari…", Aradhya said softly, taking a step toward me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, my throat tight. "Yeah, I... I'm fine. How was your day?"

Aradhya bit her lip, a gesture that usually drove me wild. Now, it just reminded me of what those lips might have been doing earlier. "It was... interesting.", she says carefully. "Tashan and I, we... we talked a lot."

I moved closer to her, drawn in by some magnetic force I couldn't explain. "Just talked?", The words come out huskier than I intended.

Aradhya's eyes meet mine, a mix of guilt and defiance in them. "Not... not just talked. Ari, I... we..."

I held up a hand, stopping her. "It's okay.", I said, surprised by how steady my voice was. "You don't have to explain. I... I want to know, but not right now. Not like this."

My wife nodded, relief washing over her face. She reached out, taking my hand in hers. Her skin was warm, softer than usual. Has Tashan touched these hands? Kissed them? The thought sends a shiver through me.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?", Aradhya asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "With... what happened?"

I took a deep breath, considering the question. Am I okay with it? The thought of Tashan touching my wife, kissing her, possibly even... My mind shied away from the specifics, even as my body reacted to the images.

"I think so.", I said slowly. "It's... it's a lot to process. But seeing you now, how happy you look... It's what I wanted for you."

My wife’s eyes filled with tears, and she threw her arms around me. I held her close, breathing in her scent. Underneath her familiar perfume, I caught a whiff of something else – a musky, masculine scent that could only be Tashan's. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This was real. This happened. My wife was with another man, in our home, just hours ago. And now she was in my arms, her body still humming with the aftermath of whatever transpired between them.

I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. They were bright, alive in a way I hadn't seen in weeks. Despite the confusion swirling in my gut, I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me at the sight.

"You look... different.", I said, my voice husky. "Happy."

Aradhya blushed, ducking her head. "I am happy.", she admitted. "But also... conflicted. I love you, Ari. So much. What happened with Tashan, it was... intense. But it doesn't change how I feel about you."

I nodded, my throat tight. "I know, love. I know."

We stood there for a long moment, holding each other in the kitchen where, just minutes ago, Aradhya was with another man. The air around us was thick with unspoken words, with the lingering presence of Tashan.

Finally, I broke the silence. "Do you... do you want to talk about it now?"

Aradhya looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, Ari."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "I'm sure. I want to know. Everything."

My wife nodded, taking my hand and leading me to the living room. We sat on the couch, and I couldn't help but wonder if this is where she and Tashan sat earlier. Did they kiss here? Did his hands roam over her body on this very cushion?

"Where do you want me to start?", she asks, her voice soft.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "From the beginning. When he arrived."

Aradhya took a deep breath. "Okay. Well, he got here around 10. I was nervous, so I'd had a glass of wine. When I opened the door..."

(Aradhya's narration begins)

When I opened the door, my heart started fluttering as I took in the sight of Tashan. He stood there, towering over me at almost a foot taller, his imposing figure accentuated by a crisp white shirt that hugged his muscular frame. His dark eyes roamed over me, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Aradhya", he breathed, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "You look... incredible."

I felt my cheeks flush, acutely aware of how the red wrap dress clung to my curves. I ducked my head slightly, suddenly feeling shy. "Thank you, Tashan. You look quite handsome yourself. Please, come in."

As he stepped inside, his cologne washed over me - a heady mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him. My skin tingled with anticipation, but I tried to keep my composure.

"Can I get you a drink?", I asked, leading him to the kitchen. "I've just opened a bottle of wine."

Tashan's hand brushed against my lower back as we walked, and I felt a jolt of electricity. I moved slightly ahead, maintaining a small distance between us.

"Wine sounds perfect.", he said, his voice low and intimate.

In the kitchen, I could feel his eyes on me as I poured the wine. When I turned to hand him his glass, he was closer than I expected. Our fingers brushed, and I quickly pulled my hand back, feeling a rush of heat to my face.

"To old friends.", Tashan said, raising his glass.

"And new beginnings.", I added, my voice barely above a whisper. I took a sip of wine, using the glass to hide my flushed cheeks.

We sipped our wine, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. Tashan leaned against the counter, his eyes never leaving mine. I found myself fidgeting with the stem of my wine glass, unsure where to look.

"Do you remember that night in Delhi?" he asked suddenly. "The one at Priya's party?"

I felt a rush of heat flood my body, memories of that night crashing over me. "How could I forget?  You saved me from that awful blind date Priya set me up with." I said softly, my voice trembling slightly.

Tashan's smile turned predatory. "I remember thinking how beautiful you looked that night. That red saree... I couldn't take my eyes off you."

My breath caught in my throat. "Tashan...", I murmured, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

He set down his wine glass and took a step closer. I instinctively took a small step back, my back hitting the kitchen counter. "I've thought about that night so many times over the years, Aradhya. About how you felt in my arms, how you tasted..."

I swallowed hard, my body reacting to his words and the memory of that night - the night I'd given him my virginity. "I... I've thought about it too.", I admitted, my voice barely audible.

Tashan's hand came up to cup my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. I trembled at his touch, torn between the urge to lean into it and the instinct to pull away. "And now here we are.", he murmured. "No more barriers between us."

I looked up at him through my lashes, my heart racing. His lips hovered inches from mine, his breath warm on my face. His lips met mine, gentle at first, then growing more insistent. I hesitated for a moment before responding, my hands coming up to rest lightly on his chest. Tashan's hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, his height difference allowing him to envelop me completely.

I broke the kiss, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. "Tashan, wait," I gasped. "This is... it's all happening so fast."

Tashan pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "We've waited years for this, Aradhya.", he said, his voice husky. "Don't you want this?" I bit my lip, torn between desire and guilt - remembering what happened between me and Harpreet. Tashan's hand came up to cup my cheek again. "Then why did you invite me here?", Tashan asked, his voice low and intense. "Why did you let me in?"

I looked up at him, feeling small and vulnerable under his towering frame. "Because I... I still want you.", I whispered. "But I don't know if I can do this."

Tashan's lips found mine again, and this time I didn't resist. I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt as he backed me up against the kitchen counter. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of wine and raw passion. I gasped as Tashan's hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He gripped my hips, lifting me onto the counter with ease, his height and strength making it effortless. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, my earlier hesitation fading in the face of overwhelming desire.

"Aradhya.", he groaned, his lips moving to my neck. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this."

I threw my head back, giving him better access. "Tell me.", I panted, surprising myself with my boldness. "Tell me what you've dreamed about."