Adultery Wife helps me become a cuckold

[incest_cuck]

I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the lines of code scrolling across my computer screen. Working from home had its perks, but today I found myself distracted. Something felt off, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what.

A soft ping from my phone drew my attention. I picked it up, expecting a message from a coworker or a friend. Instead, I saw a text from an unknown number:

"We need to talk. Meet me at The Daily Grind coffee shop at 1 PM. It's about Aradhya. "

My heart raced as I read the message. Who was that? And what did they want to discuss about my wife? A part of me wanted to ignore it, to dismiss it as a prank or a wrong number. But curiosity and a gnawing sense of unease compelled me to respond.

"Who is this? How do you know Aradhya?"

The reply came almost instantly: "You’ll understand when we meet. Don't tell Aradhya about this. It's important."

I glanced at the clock. 12:30 PM. I had half an hour to decide what to do. My palms felt sweaty as I weighed my options. Finally, with a deep breath, I made up my mind.

"Aradhya?", I called out, my voice shakier than I'd intended. "I need to run out for a bit. Got a... a lunch meeting with a potential client. I shouldn't be too long."

"Okay, Ari!", she replied from the other room. "Don't forget we have dinner plans tonight!"

I grabbed my keys and headed out, my mind racing with possibilities. As I drove to The Daily Grind, I tried to calm myself. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. But deep down, I knew something significant was about to happen. The coffee shop was bustling when I arrived, the lunchtime crowd filling the air with chatter and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I scanned the room, unsure who I was looking for. That's when I saw him.

Sitting at a corner table, a tall, lean man with sharp features and an air of confidence that seemed to radiate outward. He caught my eye and nodded, gesturing for me to join him. As I approached, I felt a strange mix of intimidation and recognition. "Tashan?", I asked hesitantly as I reached the table.

"Arijit.", he said, his voice smooth and self-assured. "Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat."

I slid into the chair across from him, acutely aware of how small I felt in comparison. "So…", I managed, my voice sounding weak even to my own ears. "What's this about?"

Tashan leaned back, his posture relaxed and self-assured. "I'll get straight to the point.", he said, fixing me with an intense gaze. "I think we both know what's going on between me and your wife."

My stomach dropped. "I... I don't know what you mean.", I stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

Tashan chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "Come on, Arijit. You're a smart guy. You walked in on us the other day. And I'm willing to bet that wasn't the first time Aradhya's had some... extracurricular fun."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "W-What? That's... that's not... I don’t understand what you mean, Tashan.", I couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

"Relax, man.", Tashan said, his tone maddeningly calm. "I'm not here to judge. In fact, I think we might be able to help each other out."

I blinked, confusion momentarily overtaking my panic. "Help each other?"

Tashan nodded, leaning forward slightly. "See, I've been in this situation before. I'm what you might call a 'bull' – I sleep with married women, with their husbands' knowledge and consent."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady myself. "What?!", I croaked.

"It's more common than you might think.", Tashan continued, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. "Lots of couples find it... exciting. And from what I can tell, you and Aradhya might already be exploring that dynamic."

My mind raced back to Harpreet the plumber, to our landlord. How did Tashan know? "I don't... We're not...", I sputtered.

Tashan held up a hand, silencing me. "Let me finish. I'm proposing an arrangement. One where everyone gets what they want. Aradhya gets to explore her desires, you get to indulge in your... shall we say, voyeuristic tendencies, and I get to enjoy your beautiful wife."

The cafe suddenly felt too hot, too crowded. I loosened my collar, struggling to breathe. "This is insane.", I muttered.

"Is it?", Tashan countered, his voice low and persuasive. "Think about it, Arijit. You've already let Aradhya sleep with other men. You've watched her, haven't you? Enjoyed seeing her pleasure? I’ve been doing this for years. I have enough experience to realize who is and isn’t a cuckold – another term that you may or may not be familiar with."

I felt a flush creep up my neck, remembering the hidden camera footage of Aradhya with Harpreet. The mix of jealousy and arousal I'd felt watching it.

"It's okay to admit it.", Tashan pressed. "There's no shame in it. In fact, it's incredibly erotic. Imagine watching your wife writhe in ecstasy, knowing you're giving her that gift. Knowing you're secure enough in your relationship, to let her explore her deepest fantasies."

His words stirred something in me, a dark desire I'd tried to ignore. "But... but you're her ex.", I protested weakly.

Tashan grinned, sensing my resolve weakening. "Exactly. Think how hot that would be for her. For both of you. The forbidden fruit, right there for the taking."

I shook my head, trying to clear it. "This is crazy. I can't... We can't..."

"Why not?", Tashan challenged. "You're already halfway there, Arijit. Why not go all the way? Let Aradhya experience the kind of pleasure she's always dreamed of. Let yourself fully embrace this side of you."

I sat there, torn between shock, anger, and a growing sense of excitement I couldn't quite suppress. Tashan's words painted vivid pictures in my mind – my sweet, homely wife, flushed and moaning beneath him, while I watched from the shadows.

"I... I need time to think.", I finally managed.

Tashan nodded, seeming satisfied. "Of course. Take whatever time you need. But don't take too long. An opportunity like this doesn't come around every day."

He stood, towering over me. "Think about it, Arijit. Think about how good it would feel to fully embrace this side of yourself. To give your wife everything she desires. To be the kind of man who has enough faith in himself to let his wife explore her wildest fantasies."

With that, he walked away, leaving me sitting there, my world turned upside down. As I watched him walking back, I couldn't help but notice the confidence in his stride, the way other patrons' eyes followed him. As I finally stood to leave, my legs felt shaky, I realized that Tashan had awoken something in me. Something I couldn't ignore. Something that would change everything.

The walk home was a blur. My mind raced with images – Aradhya and Tashan together, their bodies intertwined. Me, watching from the shadows, consumed by a potent mix of jealousy and arousal. I found myself outside our apartment, key in hand, frozen in indecision. What would I say to Aradhya? How could I even begin to broach this subject?

Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. My wife looked up from her book, smiling at me. "Hey, hon. How was lunch with your client?"

I opened my mouth, ready to spill everything. But the words caught in my throat. "Fine.", I managed. "Just fine."

As I retreated to my home office, Tashan's words echoed in my mind. "Think about it, Arijit. Think about how good it would feel..."

And despite myself, I was thinking about it.

***

That night, as my wife and I settled into bed, my mind was still reeling from my conversation with her ex who had just fucked her a few days ago. I watched as she slipped on her favorite silk nightgown, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that never failed to stir something in me. She caught me staring and smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"See something you like?", she teased, climbing into bed beside me.

I pulled her close, inhaling the scent of her lavender shampoo. "Always.", I murmured, my lips finding hers.

The kiss started soft, gentle, but quickly deepened. Her tongue slid against mine, igniting a familiar heat in my core. My hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. She moaned softly into my mouth, pressing herself against me. I slid my hand lower, pushing up her nightgown to caress her thigh. Her breath hitched as my fingers brushed against her center, feeling the dampness already gathering there. Slowly, teasingly, I began to stroke her, my thumb circling her clit as I slipped a finger inside her.

"Mmm, Arijit.", she sighed, her hips rocking against my hand. "That feels so good."

I watched her face as I pleasured her, mesmerized by the way her lips parted, the flush creeping up her neck. It was moments like these that made me question my earlier conversation with Tashan. How could I even consider sharing this? But then, unbidden, an image flashed in my mind – Aradhya, writhing in ecstasy beneath that hunk’s lean, sinewy frame. The thought sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through me, and I found myself adding a second finger, curling them inside her.

She gasped, her back arching. "Oh gosh, yessssss….", she moaned. "Right there."

I continued my ministrations, building her pleasure slowly, steadily. But even as I focused on her reactions, my mind was racing. How could I bring up what had happened today? Should I even mention it at all?

"Sweetheart", I said softly, my fingers still moving inside her. "There's something I need to tell you."

She opened her eyes, looking at me curiously. "Mm? What is it, Ari?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "I... I met with Tashan today."

Aradhya's eyes widened, and she stilled beneath my touch. "What? Why?"

"He texted me, asked to meet for coffee.", I explained, my heart pounding. "I was curious, so I went."

Aradhya sat up, pulling away from me slightly. "And you didn't tell me? You lied to me?!"

I could see the hurt in her eyes, and it made my stomach churn. "I'm sorry.", I said quickly. "I should have. I just... I didn't know how to bring it up."

She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "What did he want?"

This was it. The moment of truth. I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "He... he knows about us. About our arrangement."

Aradhya's face paled. "What? How?"

"I don't know.", I admitted. "But he does. And he... he made a proposition."

Aradhya's eyes narrowed. "What kind of proposition?"

I took another deep breath, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "He wants to... to be with you, while I watch." The silence that followed was deafening. My wife stared at me, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something else I couldn't quite identify.

"You're joking.", she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I shook my head. "I'm not. He was very... explicit about what he wanted."

My wife stood up abruptly, pacing the room. "I can't believe this.", she muttered. "I can't believe he would... And you! You’re actually considering this?"

I felt a flash of defensiveness. "We've done this before, Aradhya. With Harpreet, with Mr. Banerjee... and now with Tashan. I've known about these encounters, even seen some of them."

"That's different!", she exclaimed. "Harpreet and Mr. Banerjee were... they weren't as personal. But Tashan? He's my ex, Arijit. We have history. And now you want to watch in person?"

I nodded slowly, my heart racing. "I know it's different. But that's part of what makes it... intriguing."

Aradhya's eyes widened. "Intriguing? You find the idea of watching your wife fuck her ex in person intriguing?"

I could feel my face burning, but I forced myself to continue. "Yes.", I said softly. "I've already seen you with others, heard about your encounters. But being there, in the room with you and Tashan... it stirs something in me I can't quite explain."

She was quiet for a long moment, her gaze distant. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I can't deny that being with Tashan again was... intense. But having you there, watching..."

A jolt of arousal shot through me at her words. "Is it really so different from what we've already done?"

Aradhya shook her head, a flush creeping up her neck. "It feels like crossing a line. I mean, you've known about the others for sure, even seen everything on camera. But being there, in person..."

I stood up and squeezed her hand gently. "It could be amazing, sweetheart. Watching you experience that pleasure up close... being part of it in a way."

She bit her lip, her eyes meeting mine. "But what about you? Isn't it different, seeing it happen right in front of you? With someone from my past?"

I considered her question carefully. "I think... I think it would be a mix of emotions. Jealousy, sure. But also excitement. Pride, even. Knowing that you're mine, but that I'm secure enough to be there while you explore this connection with Tashan."

Aradhya's breath hitched slightly. "You've really thought about this, haven't you?"

I nodded. "I have. But Aradhya, I meant what I said. This only happens if you want it to. If you're not comfortable, we forget the whole thing."

She was quiet again, her fingers idly tracing patterns on my palm. "I need time.", she finally said. "To think about this. To process it all."

I nodded, relief and disappointment warring within me. "Of course. Take all the time you need."

As we settled back into bed, Aradhya curled against my side, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Had I opened Pandora's box? Or was this the beginning of something incredible? Only time would tell. But as I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with images of Aradhya and Tashan, I couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation coursing through me. Whatever happened next, our lives would never be the same.