Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

(Aradhya's narration continues)


Tashan's hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. I shivered, both from his touch and from the thrill of doing something so forbidden. "I've dreamed of tasting every inch of you.", he growled. "Of making you scream my name like you did that night at Priya's."

His words sent a flood of heat through me. I tugged at his shirt, torn between desire and the last vestiges of my guilt. "Tashan", I whimpered. "I... I want you, but..."

Tashan pulled back, his eyes dark with desire but also filled with understanding. "We can take it slow.", he said, his voice rough but gentle. "We have all day."

I nodded, grateful for his patience. "Maybe... maybe we could move to the living room?", I suggested shyly.

Tashan smiled, lifting me off the counter with ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the living room, marveling at how small I felt in his arms. We settled on the couch, Tashan pulling me onto his lap. His hands roamed my back as we kissed, slower now, exploring and savoring. I let my own hands wander, tracing the muscles of his chest through his shirt.

"Do you remember that night in the library?", I asked breathlessly, pulling back slightly. "When we almost got caught?"

Tashan chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. "How could I forget? I wanted to bend you over that study table so badly."

I felt my cheeks flush at his words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through me. "I... I used to think about that sometimes.", I admitted shyly.

Tashan's hands moved to the tie of my wrap dress. "And now?", he asked, slowly undoing the knot. "What do you think about now?"

The dress fell open, revealing the black lace bra underneath. I fought the urge to cover myself, instead meeting Tashan's gaze. "This.", I whispered. "I think about this."

Tashan's eyes darkened as he took in the sight. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered.", he murmured.

His hands roamed my newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shivered, torn between the desire to press closer and the lingering guilt about you, Ari. "Tashan.", I breathed, "I... I'm not sure..."

Tashan's hands stilled, his eyes meeting mine. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, babe.", he said softly. "We can just talk, if you want."

I nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Maybe... maybe we could just kiss for a while?", I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tashan smiled, pulling me close. "Whatever you want, Aradhya darling.", he murmured before capturing my lips in a tender kiss.

We spent the next several minutes like that, trading slow, deep kisses on the couch. Tashan's hands stayed respectfully on my waist, while mine explored the muscles of his chest and arms. Gradually, I felt myself relaxing, my earlier nervousness fading into a warm, steady desire.

"Tashan…", I murmured against his lips, "I think... I think I'm ready for more."

His eyes met mine, dark with desire but also filled with care. "Are you sure?", he asked.

I nodded, feeling suddenly shy again. "Yes, but... can we go slow?"

Tashan smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Of course.", he said softly. "We'll go at your pace."

He stood, lifting me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him softly as he carried me to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated skin. Tashan hovered over me, his large frame making me feel deliciously small and protected. "You're so beautiful, Aradhya.", he murmured. "I want to worship every inch of you."

I blushed at his words, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "I... I'm not sure what to do.", I admitted softly.

Tashan's hand cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking gently. "Just feel.", he whispered. "Let me make you feel good, like that first night."

His lips trailed down my neck, across my collarbone. I gasped softly, arching into his touch. "Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.", Tashan murmured against my skin.

I nodded, unable to form words as his hands and lips explored my body. Every touch sent sparks of pleasure through me, building a slow, steady heat in my core.

"Tashan.", I breathed, my hands fisting in the sheets. "Please..."

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with passion. "What do you need, Aradhya?", he asked softly. "Tell me what you want."

I bit my lip, feeling suddenly shy again. "I... I want you.", I whispered. "All of you."

Tashan's eyes met mine, filled with desire and tenderness. "Are you sure?", he asked again. "What about your husband?"

I hesitated for a moment, guilt warring with desire. But in that moment, looking up at Tashan, feeling his body against mine, I couldn't bring myself to stop. "I... I need this.", I breathed. "Please, Tashan. Make love to me."

As Tashan's lips met mine once more, I lost myself in the passion, the desire, the fulfillment of years of longing. His hands roamed my body with a familiarity that belied our years apart, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his thick black hair as our kisses grew more heated. His lean, muscular body pressed against mine, his height allowing him to envelop me completely. I could feel the hard planes of his chest against my softer curves, the contrast sending shivers down my spine. His lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of my dusky complexion.

"Fuck, Aradhya.", he growled, his Punjabi accent thickening with desire. "You taste even better than I remembered."

I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot just below my ear, a blush creeping up my cheeks despite my experience. With Tashan, I always felt like that shy college girl again. "Tashan.", I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please..."

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, slowly inching it upwards. I bit my lip, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he revealed more of my skin. Tashan's eyes roamed over my body appreciatively, his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts beneath my bra.

"Beautiful." he murmured, before lowering his head to press soft kisses along my collarbone.

I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. Tashan's hands caressed my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts teasingly. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As his kisses trailed lower, his hands moved to the clasp of my bra. He looked up at me, silently asking for permission. I nodded shyly, my heart racing with anticipation.

Deftly unhooking my bra, he slowly pulled it away, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened as they took in the sight of my dark brown nipples, already pebbled with arousal.

"Fuck, Aradhya!", he groaned, his voice low and husky. "You're even more gorgeous than I remembered."

Before I could respond, Tashan's mouth was on my breast, his tongue swirling around my sensitive nipple. I gasped, my back arching off the couch at the intense sensation. His hand came up to knead my other breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple in teasing circles. As he lavished attention on my breasts, his free hand trailed down my stomach, tracing patterns on my skin. I squirmed beneath him, my body burning with need. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of my skirt, teasing the sensitive skin there.

"Tashan.", I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Please, I need..."

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. They were dark with desire, a predatory gleam that I remembered all too well from our college days. "What do you need, Aradhya?", he asked, his voice low and rough. "Tell me."

I bit my lip, feeling another blush creep up my cheeks. "I... I need you to touch me more.", I whispered, averting my eyes shyly.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "As you wish.", he murmured.

With agonizing slowness, Tashan unbuttoned my skirt and slid them down my legs, his fingers trailing fire along my skin. I lifted my hips to help him, my heart racing with anticipation. He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart.

"Damn, Aradhya!", he groaned, his breath hot against my most intimate area. "You're so wet for me already."

Before I could respond, his tongue licked a long stripe up my slit. I cried out, my back arching off the bed at the intense sensation. He chuckled against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His tongue then began exploring me with a skill that spoke of experience, finding all the spots that made me writhe and moan. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he slid two long fingers inside me.

"Oh gosh, Tashan!", I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets. "That feels... fucking...aaaaammmaaaaziing"

He hummed in approval, the sound vibrating through me. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I could feel the tension building in my lower belly, a coiling spring ready to snap. Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled back. I whimpered at the loss, my eyes flying open to meet his heated gaze.

"Not yet," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to be inside you when you come."

He sat back on his heels, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed his lean, hairy, muscular torso. My fingers itched to touch him, to trace the lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair leading into his pants. Tashan stood to remove his pants and boxers, and I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him. He was even more impressive than I remembered, his 8-inch cock standing proud and erect. I licked my lips unconsciously, remembering how he had felt inside me all those years ago.

He crawled back onto the bed, his larger frame looming over me. I reached up to touch him shyly, my hands roaming over his chest and down his stomach. Tashan groaned as I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.

"Fuck, babe!", he hissed, his hips bucking into my touch. "If you keep that up, this will be over embarrassingly quickly."

I grinned up at him, feeling a surge of confidence despite my lingering shyness. "Maybe I want that.", I teased softly, my thumb swiping over the head of his cock.

Tashan's eyes darkened, and suddenly he was pinning my hands above my head. "Naughty girl.", he growled, nipping at my earlobe. "I think you need to be taught a lesson."

The shift in his demeanor sent a thrill through me. This was the Tashan I remembered from college - dominant, aggressive, and utterly irresistible. I squirmed beneath him, arousal pooling between my thighs.