Adultery Encouraged to become Hot wife

[cuck_wife]

Part 3

I need to tell you something very personal. Sunanda, my wife, is the most sexy and curvy woman I have ever met. I go crazy every day for her body; the heavy breasts, the full hips, the soft waist, and that round, swinging behind. We've had a great sex life for years, but I've always had this strong dream of her being with another man. Not just any man—my cousin Pradeep, who is young, good-looking, and full of energy. Not even Pradeep, I never told anyone. But I've learned that things are moving forward between them through Sunanda's flirty revelations lately, and it's making me want them more than ever.

It began in a quiet way. I felt a strong need to learn more and see if my dream could come true without me having to do anything. So, I secretly placed a small security camera in the living room—one that looks like part of the ceiling.
I didn't tell Sunanda about it ever. When I was away, I just wanted to watch her and maybe see her in private times that would inspire me.
One evening, when I was working, Pradeep came over without warning, as he does sometimes because he's family. Sunanda told me about it later. She sounded excited in a naughty way that turns me on. Wearing a thin robe that showed off her body and exposed cleavage, she lay on the couch.
She said there was a lot of stress. Pradeep sat near her, his knee touching hers. He said softly, "Bhabhi, I can't get you out of my mind... how beautiful you are." He ran his fingers up her arm, slowly moving the strap to the side so that her shoulder was bare. He said quietly, "Your skin is soft."
Sunanda leaned in even though she was blushing. "You're making me nervous, Pradeep," she said, but her breath catching told him she was lying. He pulled her close, and their lips touched softly at first, then they kissed more deeply and with more passion. He groaned, "God, bhabhi, your lips are so tasty." He touched her hips and the curves of her body with his hands. Holding you like this has always been my dream. It feels so good to have your body against mine.
"Mmm, Pradeep... your hands are strong," she said, while kissing him. Their kiss was hungry, with their mouths moving together and his hands gripping her hips. He told her, "You're so sexy, bhabhi... I want you so bad," as he pressed his erection against her. But that was all—kisses, hugs, and his heated words of what he wanted. Not yet, no.
Sunanda's eyes were sparkling when she pulled me into the bedroom after I got home. She purred, "Ramesh, Pradeep came over today," as she sat on top of me. While I was wearing my nightgown, he couldn't stop looking at me. While we were making love, she whispered the following things: "His kiss was deep, and he put his hands on my waist and told me how much he wants my body." I became very aroused. "Did he say anything else?" I asked, pushing even harder. She smiled, "Yes... he said he dreamed about me and that I drive him crazy."
Pradeep came over again another time when I was not home. Sunanda wore a bright red saree. The pallu was hung low, drawing attention to her deep cleavage and her beautiful curves.

He became very excited or happy. He stepped close and said, "Bhabhi, you look beautiful in this saree... I can't control myself." She said with a smile, "Maybe I did it on purpose." "Do you think the way it shows my body is nice?"
He softly growled, "Yes, fuck." "Your hips and the way your cleavage shows in this silk—I'm completely glued to the spot, staring at you." He ran his fingers along the edge of the saree, touching her thigh. She whispered, "Pradeep, touch me." in a flirty way.
He kissed her neck before her lips in a hot, rushed way. He said, "Your skin smells really good," and lightly sucked on her neck. His hands squeezed her butt through the cloth. Bhabhi, this butt is perfect. "I want to take it and never give it back." She pressed back and held him close. She said, out of breath, "You're so hard already... it turns me on knowing I do this to you."
He ground against her and said, "I want you, Sunanda bhabhi... all of you." They hugged tightly and kissed deeply, but again, they stopped short of having sex. The heat of flirting, touching, and his daring words alone.
Sunanda told me everything that night. "She said, "He was all over me in my red saree." She touched me with her hand as she spoke. "Kissing my neck, grabbing my butt, and saying he wants to fuck me senseless." I was very aroused. I begged, "Tell me what he said exactly." She complained, "He said my body was addictive and wanted to have me so badly he could die." We had sex with a lot of emotion, and her stories were what really did it for me.
After one visit, Pradeep left a small gift—a silver bracelet hidden under a pillow with a note saying, "Wear this and think of my kisses... and what I want to do to you next."
Sunanda wore it where no one could see, and her heart was rushing. She said, "Pradeep left this... he wants me bad, Ramesh," when she showed it to me. I was crazily excited by it—knowing that he liked me, that we were moving forward with kisses and touches, and that he thought it was all a secret.
I get a kick out of watching this tape from a hidden camera by myself. I've seen everything: their kisses that they don't want others to see, him touching her body through her clothes, and her hugging him back. It's more addictive than I thought, but I keep it a secret, even from Sunanda. She thinks the only way I can get to know this is through her stories.
Sunanda is starting to really like his young passion and the way he loves her body in saris or nightgowns. During our close conversations, she says, "He makes me feel so wanted." Pradeep keeps coming and flirts more and more, hugs her tightly, and whispers that he wants her, but they haven't had sex yet. Just making things more tense.
I held her close as we lay together one night. I groaned, "Sunanda, your Pradeep stories are the best kind of torture." "Keep telling me everything; he's clearly interested." She drew a line on my chest. "Ramesh, he is... his kisses are getting hotter every time. What if it escalates?
I was filled with lustful desire when I thought about that. I vaguely told her, "I'd love to hear every detail," while hiding my whole dream.
Then, my office sent me to Assam for a month of training, and things changed.
I told her, looking at her body, "I hate to leave my sexy wife alone." "Pradeep being there makes it even more true." She gave a playful smile. "Don't worry... or maybe you should worry. "I'm going to miss you." I gave her a deep kiss before I left. "Call me a lot and tell me all."
Now, in Assam, the house is quiet for her. But Pradeep comes to Sunanda's mind—his strong hugs and kisses full of passion, his words of desire. She is daydreaming about his next visit and maybe thinking about how things might progress. What about me? I feel like I'm on fire every time she calls and every time they flirt. Her confessions and my secret thoughts keep my dream alive and growing. Anything could happen this month.

Sunanda's Thoughts About Her Private Life
I sit by myself in the bedroom, and the fan slowly turns above me. The silver bracelet that Pradeep gave me shines on my wrist every time I move. The house feels too quiet and full of prospects with Ramesh far away in Assam.
Thinking about Pradeep this much is not right. I am aware of that. But I feel his lips again every time I shut my eyes—hot and eager, with a taste of that afternoon's coffee. I still get chills when I think about how he whispered "Bhabhi" against my neck. That's the first time someone has called me that with so much desire. Ramesh says it with love and like he knows the person well. Pradeep says it like it's a prayer and a sin at the same time.
I look in the full-length mirror to see how I look. That day, the red saree was still hanging in the closet. I wore it on purpose, right? The blouse is a little too tight, and the pallu is hung low enough to show the curve of my breasts. I felt powerful when Pradeep's eyes clouded and his fingers touched the edge of the cloth. I am still wanted in a way that makes my stomach flutter.
So far, all he's done is kiss her and touch her. His hands have shaped my waist, traced the curve of my butt through silk and cotton, and squeezed my hips. But he doesn't continue. Always comes to a stop. He says, "I want you so much, Sunanda bhabhi," with a hoarse voice and a hard body pressed against mine. Let me know when you're ready. I melt, but I pull away. Nope, not yet. No, not all.
But by myself, in the quiet, I allowed myself to think about what "fully" would feel like.
I see him softly pushing me up against the wall in the living room, the wall next to the couch where Ramesh and I watch movies. His young hands, strong and gentle, slid the pallu off my shoulder and watched it drop. Kissing the bare skin, lower and lower, until his lips are on the curve of my breast over the shirt. I picture myself making a soft, needy sound. My fingers were running through his hair as I pulled him closer.
I think about how his body is. He is thirty years old, fit, and can't sit still. When we kiss, I can feel how hard he is against my thigh, hot and demanding. How would it feel if I touched him the right way after reaching down? To grab onto that hard thing and hear him moan my name? Thinking about it makes me feel warm between my legs.
I occasionally think about whether Ramesh has a clue. He asks about Pradeep using that tone that makes me think he would not be mad. Actually, Ramesh's breathing changes when I tell him little facts like "He kissed me today" and "His hands were on my waist." He pulls me close and makes love to me more urgently. Is this what he wants, too? The idea makes me feel both scared and excited.
Again, I touch the band. The secret gift that Pradeep got. Since the day he left it, I haven't taken it off. I keep it on while I'm in the shower. I can feel its cool heaviness on my skin when I sleep. A way to help you remember.
Tonight, I lie on our bed, with Ramesh's side still empty. I let my hand move down my body over the thin nightgown. I think about Pradeep's mouth on my neck and his fingers pushing into my hips. I picture him finally losing his careful control, lifting my skirt, and seeing how ready I am. Moving into me slowly and deeply as I say, "Yes... just like that."
I breathe faster. My hips are raised a little from the bed. I should not. However, I do. I let the dream take over until I feel good in calm waves.
I am motionless after, with hot skin and a beating heart.
I have love for Ramesh. Yes, I do. He is my home and my safety; he is all that I need.
But what about Pradeep? Pradeep is lit. Fire that is young and doesn't care about the danger.
And I'm beginning to see that I want to feel the burn.
Only a bit more.
Perhaps soon.
Look into Pradeep's secret thoughts.
It's late. All I can think about is Sunanda bhabhi, even though I'm lying on my bed and looking at the slowly spinning ceiling fan.
What is going on with me, God?
Ramesh bhaiya's wife is someone I've always admired and known for a long time. But recently… all that has changed. I was a goner as soon as I saw her in that red saree. Totally lost. The silk clung to her body, and the deep neckline showed just the right amount of her big, soft breasts. I was having trouble breathing. When she moved, the pallu slipped a little. At that moment, I had to make fists to keep from reaching out.
She knows how she affects me. I can see it in her eyes: that small smile and the way she tilts her head when I get too close. She likes it. Watching me have a hard time is something she enjoys.
I planned to just say hi and leave when I went over today while bhaiya was working. But as soon as she, wearing that thin nightgown and with her hair down and face glowing, opened the door... I was already hard before I went in. We sat on the couch and talked about nothing, but our knees touched, and we didn't move them away.
There was nothing I could do. I mumbled that she was always on my mind. I touched her arm with my fingers and slowly glided up her skin, which felt warm. When I pushed the strap down and kissed her shoulder, she made a soft sigh that turned me on.
There is a risk in kissing her. Her lips feel nice and are very sensitive. When she opens her mouth for me and lets my tongue in, and moans softly when I suck on her bottom lip, I have to use all of my self-control to keep from pushing her down and taking more. I keep putting my hands on her waist, her hips, and that amazing butt I've wanted to grab for months. It is a large, round, and perfect thing. She moves closer when I squeeze, and I can feel her full, warm breasts and hard nipples through the cloth against my chest.
I want her more than anything, and it's painful not to have her.
I keep saying, "Sister-in-law, you're making me lose my mind," "I want you, everything about you," and "Please let me have you." I say it against her neck, and the combination of her perfume and natural scent makes me feel faint. She becomes wet—I can feel it when I press against her leg. She also wants it. But she always pulls back with a smile just enough to say, "Not yet, Pradeep... be patient."
Are you patient? How can I wait when I think about her every time I get home after leaving and masturbate? I picture slowly taking off that saree, with each button on the blouse opening one at a time to show those lovely, large breasts. Kissing them and sucking on her nipples until she moans and bends her body. She lifts her skirt and finds her pussy, which is wet, for me and whispers my name while I put my fingers inside of her.
I want to have sex with her. Very. Difficult. Her body feels hot and tight around me as she holds onto my back and moans in my ear. I want to make her orgasm so hard that she forgets everything except for my name.
But she is married to Ramesh bhaiya.
I should be stopped by that thought. No, it doesn't.
If anything, it makes it more bad. The secret and the risk make it more exciting. I know it's wrong to touch my cousin's body and taste her vagina to make her want me. The fact that it's wrong makes me want her even more.
That silver bracelet was left for her. A small thing that is hidden. I want her to remember how I kissed her, how I touched her, and how I told her I want to have sex with her every time she wears it.
I wonder if she thinks of me when she touches her smooth pussy.
I hope she succeeds.
For that reason, I do. Each night.
And soon, really soon, Kisses are no longer enough for me.
I can't do that.
I do not want to do that.
Bhabhi Sunanda Even though you don't know it, you belong to me now.
I can wait.
But not a lot.