Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

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Madhu and Mr. Malik continue their games

I saw my slut wife's pretty foot, still wearing the six inch-heeled shoe with the ankle strap securely locked, extend through the open limo door. Then, her leg. Wait! He pulled her back into the limo. They closed the door.

What was happening? What were they doing?

Was he going to fuck her right there? With the driver able to see and hear them, with all the neighbors watching on this Sunday evening?

There was Mr. Gupta across the street watering his flowers. He was watching the limo, watching from the corner of his eye. Did he know his sweet little neighbor, Madhu, the pretty college teacher, was going to be fucked inside that big car with its black windows?

I waited. My cock was so hard in my pants, so hard. I had beat off just an hour ago, beat off like she told me to do so I could last longer for her.

Was the limo moving? Did I see it rock gently? Were they fucking in there? Maybe she was sucking his cock, her sweet lips with their bright red lipstick wrapped around his huge cock? Moving back and forth. Maybe, up her ass again. She had loved that, loved it when I watched my boss fuck my wife's ass. She was tied over the desk in his office then. Oh, how I wished I could be inside that limo watching them!

How long would they make me wait? How long? I have never seen the second hand on my watch move so slowly. What could I do? I had to wait, wait at the door watching the black limo parked in front of my house. Wondering.

The door is opening again. Yes.

Mr. Malik stepped out of the limousine. I could not see her, see Madhu, his slut, my wife. It had been since Friday and now it was Sunday night. She had been with him all weekend.

What had happened?

Mr. Malik looked perfectly groomed and dressed as if he just stepped from a shower. He bent over to help someone from the limo. I saw her foot again. I saw her leg, the hem of her dress. Ah! There she was. Oh, my. Madhu looked well fucked. I opened the house door and ran down the sidewalk towards them. She saw me coming and smiled. She was exhausted. As I got closer, I could see the white stains on her face and dress. I was beside her now, slipping my behind her back to support her.

"She has had a rough weekend, Ajay. And, this week will be tough."

He stuffed a piece of paper in my pocket.

"Have her there at six in the morning. Do not be late. Then, when they say you can leave, come to my office."

"Yes, sir."

"Goodbye, slut," Mr. Malik said to my wife.

He kissed her hard, one hand on the nape of her neck. I saw the other go through the opening of her dress. He was playing with her pussy. Right here in broad daylight on Sunday evening with all the neighbors home, my boss was playing with his slut's pussy. With my wife's pussy. I quickly glanced around to see if any neighbors were watching.

Was Mr. Gupta the only one watching as he played with her pussy? Mr. Gupta watching as he watered his flowers. Did he have a hard on? Was his cock bursting in his pants as mine was?

"I had a wonderful time, Mr. Malik," she said, although it was said gasping as if she were in pain.

"Good. We will do it again in a few weeks. Goodbye."

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He jumped in the limo and left us there. The dress had fallen open. Could anyone see her? She her nakedness? She the cum on her thigh? Her clit ring glistening with wetness? Madhu looked at me and blushed. Ashamedly, she held the dress around her, looking down.

"Please, Ajay, I hurt. Will you carry me in?" she said very softly.

I lifted her in my arms, carrying her into the house, to our bedroom where I gently set her down on the bed. She fumbled through her purse and handed me a tiny key.

"Take the shoes off, Ajay, please. They have not been off all weekend. My feet are killing me."

I unfastened the tiny lock and undid the buckle. Her feet were swollen.

"Oh, migod, that hurts," she moaned as I pulled the left shoe off her. I started to massage her foot. "No. Get the other one off," she whimpered. When both shoes were off, she fell back on the bed. Her feet were swollen and puffy. I began to rub them.

"That feels so good," she moaned.

Her dress was open all the way, leaving her naked in front of me. Her pussy was bruised, the lips still swollen. As I looked at it, white cum oozed slowly from her and slid down the crack of her ass. She extended one of her long, red tipped, finger nails and plucked the cum from her dripping cunt. I watched as she brought her hand over her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, waiting, waiting for his cum to drop.

Slowly, the drop fell into her open mouth, like nectar falling from a spoon to a waiting babe. She stuck her finger in her mouth, slurping loudly to clean it.

"I love the taste of cum," she sighed contentedly.

"Madhu, what happened?"

"Oh, Ajay, I will tell you all about it later. Go draw me a real hot bath and get me a drink, will you, please?"

As I stood, she stuck two fingers up her pussy, swishing them around. Again, she took the cum to her wanting mouth, licking herself clean, taking in all the cum my boss had left in her willing pussy. When I returned from getting her drink and drawing the bath water, she was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"My feet hurt. Please, help me." I carried her into the bathroom, sitting her on the edge of the tub.

"Oh, oh, oh, that feels so good," she groaned as she slid into the steaming water.

I was hard as a rock, my cock throbbing in my pants. What had happened to her? What had they done? I had seen her thighs. What had happened to them? And, now, as she lay back in the tub, I could see her breasts, her stomach. Oh, Madhu had a hard weekend! But, had she liked it? Was she still happy being my boss' slut? I needed to know!

The dried cum on her face was softening from the steaming water. Her makeup was starting to run. I knew I had to have a picture. I ran for our camera. She looked so slutty with cum and eyeliner dirtying her face, I just had to have a picture.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You look so slutty. I wanted a picture."

She laughed. "Ajay, they made videos of this weekend. You can look at your boss' slut all you want."

She finished her bourbon and coke and handed me the glass, asking for another. When I returned, she learned forward.

"Kiss for your boss' slut?"

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I kissed her. I could taste the cum, his cum, in her kiss. It was the cum she had taken from her swollen cunt just before she got in the bath.

"Did you beat off like I told you to?" she asked, watching me intently.

I felt the blush rise in my face and my cock twitch in my pants.

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"Ten."

"Ten. Wow, good for you. Next time, Ajay, I want you to beat off into a glass and save it for me. I want to drink your cum when I get home. Your cum, Ajay, yours, the cum you shot thinking of your slutty wife fucking your boss. Oh, Ajay, think of it. As I am fucking your boss, taking his big cock deep in me, you are beating off into a glass. So, really two men are giving me their cum to drink. Oh, how deliciously slutty!"

"All right. I will save it next time."

"Good. Now let me rest in the water a while and then I will tell you about my weekend," she said with a tired smile.

I sat on the stool and waited. Soon, she finished her drink, asked for another refill and lathered the wash cloth. Leisurely, she began rubbing her breasts. I saw her wince when the cloth rubbed the blue spot.

"Do my hair, please, Ajay," she asked softly.

I kneeled on the floor beside the tub. After pouring shampoo on her silky hair, I began to rub, building a lather, scrubbing her hair clean for her, for Madhu, my wife. Slowly, I rubbed, the lather, rich and sweet smelling, oozing between my fingers, sliding her smooth back in white globs. Globs, soft and wet, sliding down her silky skin. Just as his cum had slid down her face, her breasts, like big globs of cum.

Then, she pulled the stopper and the tub started to drain. She stood and pulled the shower curtain, leaving me still kneeling by the tub. I heard the shower go on as she rinsed herself, rinsing away the grime and the cum. Shower off, she reached for a towel and I handed it to her.

Did she know how I ached, how my dick hurt and my balls? Did she know how much I wanted her? Why was she making me wait?

"Honey, why are you making me wait?"

She ripped back the shower curtain. Her eyes were blazing, her face red, the muscles in her throat corded.

"If you were a real man, you would not let make you wait. You would take me when you wanted me. But, if you were a real man, I would not be a slut just so I can have a child. You made me a slut, you short dicked wimp! Now, get out of my bathroom!"

"Madhu?"

"Get out!"

I left, of course. Why was she so angry at me? She loved it. She said so. She said she loved being Mr. Malik' slut. She could have a child other ways. But she could not have him other ways. Why was she mad at me? I was supportive, helping her. Why?

In a few minutes, the bathroom door opened. She looked sad as she sat on the bed by me.

"I am sorry. It is not your fault you are sterile. Come on. Let me suck your cock."

"No, Madhu."

"Come on, please. Let me suck him and then I will tell you all about my weekend."

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.My slut wife slipped to her knees beside the bed. She pulled me up, wiggling my pants and shorts off me. She pushed me back on the bed and wrapped her lips around my cock. Back and forth, Her mouth was so warm. Back and forth. Wet, the pressure devine. Back and no. No. Oh, oh. I could not help it. It felt so good, so good to have her hot mouth on my cock. She was sitting back now, licking cum from her lips.

"See, honey. That is why I want a man who can last. Now, let me tell you what happened."

She got up on the bed beside me, legs crossed and started to talk. Her eyes were alive. The whiskey and her bath had rejuvenated her.

"Well, you were there when he picked me up. The limo was plush, Ajay. It had a bar and everything, much nicer than anything we could afford. He handed me a single red rose.

'For a lovely lady,' he said.

'Oh, thank you, Asif,' I replied.

Ajay, he got mad. Real mad. He did not say anything but his eyes told me. He put his hand on my leg, right there, on the knee. His fingers slowly started walking up my leg. It felt like a spider on my leg. You know how I hate spiders. I wanted to brush it off, or shake it off, but I was afraid of him, afraid of what he was going to do to me.

"Why are you angry?" I gasped out at him.

'You may never call me by my first name, slut. Do you understand?'

'Yes, sir, but.'

'But nothing, slut.'

His hand kept moving up my leg. I flinched, jerking my legs shut, trapping his hand. Oh, Ajay, he did not like that. That is when he did this."

She pointed to a dark, purple-blue, ugly bruise on her thigh. I could see where a nail had dug into her flesh, tearing it.

"He dug his nail in and squeezed. I grabbed his hands with mine but his look told me to let his go. I pulled my hands away. He kept the pressure up, then slowly he twisted, just like a college teacher twists a child's ear, he twisted my flesh until I screamed. When he released me, I grabbed my leg, rubbing it.

'Put your hands flat on the seat, palms down, and slide them between the two seat partitions,' he said. 'Never rub where I have punished, slut.'

I did it. I did not want to make him mad again.

'Now, spread your legs for me. That's it. No, slut. Wider. Wider.'

He reached over and removed the clip from my dress. The front fell apart leaving me totally exposed. You saw that dress. It is one piece held together by that clip. Oh, Ajay, it felt so good to be like that. To be totally exposed. Open. Under his control. I loved it, Ajay. I loved your boss dominating me like that.

'Well, slut,' he said, 'I can see I will have to help you open your legs like I want them.'

Ajay, those limos have everything. There was a drawer in the shelf where the whiskey was. He opened it. There were ropes inside. He took two pieces of rope and made slip knots in one end of each of them. He took each of my legs and slipped a rope over foot. He pulled it, tightening the rope around my ankle.

Ajay, I looked down at myself, at my shaven pussy and the ring through my clit hood, at the high heels locked in place, at the rope, the white rope against the dark stockings. It was so decadent! God, I was dripping pussy juices from it!

Oh, Ajay, you are so hard again. You like hearing about this, don't you? Do you want to stop for a quickie?"

"No. Go on. Please."

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"Ajay, there are straps in those limos. Straps like in cabs, for people to hold on to. They were above the rear seat. He pulled my right leg up, toward the strap. He slipped the rope tied to my ankle through the strap and pulled. I was bracing myself on my arms and on my other foot. It was bent as such an angle, Ajay, as I strained as my right foot was tied to the strap.

I was starting to sweat as I stared into his face. I knew what he was going to do, Ajay."

Her hand was on my leg, her nails gently teasing me. My god, I wanted her, wanted to fuck her. Take her my mind screamed, but I sat there.

"Ajay, I need to cum. Will you eat me? Please. You know I can't cum easily from you fucking me. After this weekend, maybe I will never be able to cum from you fucking me ever again."

"Why?"

"Oh, Ajay, his cock is so much bigger than yours. And his father's, well. I am sure my pussy is so stretched I won't even feel yours."

"I thought that was an old wives tale, about stretched pussy, I mean."

"All little dicked men think it is an old wives tale, Now, eat me. Come on."

She lay back on the bed, pulling me towards her. I wanted to fuck her, but she pushed me, pushed my head between her legs. She held me to her pussy. It was swollen again, swollen in need.

Her pussy is so sweet, so ripe. I love eating Madhu's pussy. I licked. I tongued and sucked. I ate Madhu's pussy like a madman. All the time my cock was throbbing in its own need.

"More, more, suck my clit. Make me cum, Mr. Malik," she screamed, holding my head to her dripping cunt. I made her cum. She came so much more easily now. It did not take nearly as long, not after Mr. Malik had broken her in. She gasped, resting.

"Oh, Ajay, that felt good. I love to cum. You know, Ajay, you eat my pussy better than anybody, even better than your boss. I just realized that. You are one pussy eating dude, Ajay."

She stretched her legs, arching her back as she yawned.

"Want to hear some more?"

"Yes," I said. My cock was ready to explode. Didn't she know that?

"Where was I? Oh, yes. There I was, watching him, spread wide and open, my dress undone. Oh, it was delicious. I wish you could be a woman, Ajay, for just one day. You could learn how good it really feels. I felt his hand on my left ankle, the one supporting me.

'Please don't,' I pleaded. But, he yanked it up. Ajay, I was swinging! As the limo moved, I was swinging! He is so strong. He pulled my leg toward the other strap. He yanked the rope.

"No,' I screamed. 'You are pulling me apart.'

'I like more flexibility in my sluts. You need to began exercise.'

God, Ajay, how can I describe it? My legs were roped to the straps. My hands were trapped between the seat cushions. My ass was in the air. My ass and my naked pussy. Oh, Ajay, it was divine! I was swinging. I was swinging and with every swing, my pussy approached Mr. Malik' face. Oh, I wanted him to lick me. When my pussy swung to his face, I wanted his mouth on me. I felt so slutty, Ajay. So absolutely slutty and helpless swinging in the limo.

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You are doing copy paste of someone else story. Chances are high that others would have read this story. Not sure original author completed that story or not. if you can give a finish, people will surely apprecialte.

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You are doing copy paste of someone else story. Chances are high that others would have read this story.  Not sure original author completed that story or not. if you can give a finish, people will surely apprecialte.

I have already said that its copied.
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I dont think many had read this story.

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You know what he did, then? He slipped his finger in my pussy ring. This ring. The one through my punctured clit hood. Then, when I swung away from him, it pulled. Oh, it hurt and I begged him to let go. But, when the pressure lessened, shocks went through me, bolts. I knew I could cum from it. I knew I could. I wanted to, Ajay. I wanted to cum swinging there, cumming from his finger in my clit ring.

I wanted to cum so badly. My head was back, lower than my body. I could feel the blood pounding through my brain. My thighs were tight, stretched, my muscles screaming from the tension, my tendons hot and burning. I was so open. Open and available. And, I wanted to cum.

'Please, Mr. Malik. Let me cum. Let me. Please. I need it.'

I begged him to let me cum, begged so much. It felt good, Ajay. Sluts should beg once in a while. He did not say a word. As I begged and begged to cum, he said nothing. He was keeping me at the edge, the absolute edge of orgasm. It was devine, simply devine, oh God, I wish I could feel it right now!

I could not see him. I could only feel his presence, feel him sitting between my open legs, feel that one finger through my clit ring, as I swung back and forth, back and forth.

Oh, Ajay, you are so hard. Let's do something about that. Would you like to fuck your boss's slut? Would you like to put your dick in this well used cunt, so well used, Ajay? Let's do it! Then, I will tell you about the rest of my weekend."

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Madhu meets the boss' father

Madhu, my slut wife, had been telling me about her weekend with my boss, Mr. Malik. It made me so hard listening to her, she was going to let me fuck her. She was on her back on our bed, our marital bed. I didn't mind she was my boss' slut. She was much better in bed with me, too. My sex life was good now. And she was going to have the baby I could not give her. My boss was going to make her pregnant.

"Come on, Ajay. Stick that little thing in me. Fuck me, Ajay. Fuck me."

I crawled between Madhu's spread legs, those beautiful legs she'dd wrapped around my boss just hours ago as he fucked her in the limo in front of my house. Now, she wrapped those legs around me and guided me into her.

I couldn't feel any difference. She didn't feel stretched to me. Was she? Was she so stretched from his big cock that she could barely feel me in her? How did it feel to her? How?

Madhu's legs were tight around me. I could feel her tighten her pussy. Tighten. I'd hold back. She said sometimes I could make her cum when I fucked her. Sometimes. Maybe if I tried harder to hold back.

"Ummm, Ajay, fuck me. Come on, honey."

She was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat pouring off her. Feel her muscles start to tighten.

"Ajay, so close, honey. Faster, baby. No. Dammit, no. Damn you, can't you learn to hold it? Oh, God. Get down there. Make me cum with your mouth. Hurry, Ajay. I need to cum. Yes. Oh, yes. Come on, you pussy eater. Eat me. Eat me!"

Yes, I'd make her cum. Her hands held my head tightly against her pussy. I was sucking her clit, sucking and licking.

"Yes. YES!" she screamed.

She wrapped her legs around my head, crushing it, squeezing, squeezing my head as she came. I continued to lick her, continued eating her as the aftershocks floated through her. I stayed between her legs, licking at her delicious pussy, as she rested. I felt her stir, then she moved to sit up again. She patted my hand patronizingly.

"Well, Ajay, you almost made me cum with your dick. Maybe next time. It's a good thing you love to suck cum from my pussy while you eat it or you'd never make me orgasm. Do you want to hear about the rest of my weekend?"

"Yes, Madhu. I'd like that."

"Well, come sit by me." She scooted up so her back was resting on the pillows and patted the bed beside her. She yawned and stretched.

"Where was I? Remember when you were a kid, a little kid maybe five or six and you went to the playground to ride the swings? You'd kick your legs and go higher, and kick and higher. Remember? Then, you'd get way high, kicking your legs to the sky. Right at the top, your head would be so far back you were looking at the ground. Then, movement would cease for an instant and you'd feel weightless. Down you went again, swinging backwards toward the ground. Remember how good it felt?

This was ten times better. Better. My feet weren't swinging much, just the inches the straps in the limo moved, just the inches the rope would allow. But my pussy, oh, my pussy, moved back and forth, back and forth, almost weightless, Ajay. And, my head was back all the time. Oh, Ajay, the best part though was my pussy ring. His finger was through it. With each swing, the tension on the ring tightened. It'd pull. Then it'd be painful and I was afraid I would tear. Just when I thought the pain would make me scream, back I'd swing and the bolts of electricity would fire through me.

Bolts, Ajay, of pleasure, firing from my pussy all through me, making me tingle. Oh, I wanted to cum, but he wouldn't let me. Mr. Malik is a good lover, Ajay, real good. You should take lessons from him. He knows how to make a girl beg for it, especially if the girl is a slut like me.

Then he let go of the ring. He stopped touching me. He wouldn't talk. I swung there in the air, needing to cum. I was so open, so available, my pussy in his face, but he didn't touch me. 'Mr. Malik? Please, say something,' I finally asked, but he was silent. You know, Ajay, that is when I felt the sluttiest. Just hanging there, my legs spread as wide as they could go, my pussy so open and exposed and him ignoring me, letting me hang. My arms were hurting and my legs ached. I felt my excitement ease away.

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The limo slowed. When it did, he removed the ropes, letting me down. I sat for a second, my legs throbbing. I rubbed my arms to get circulation back in them.

'Slut,' he said. 'I have a date tonight. I'm leaving you here. This is a retirement home. Go to apartment 2312, which is my father's unit. Do whatever he says. You're his slut tonight. I'll pick you up at ten in the morning. Be wearing this.'

He handed me a small bag. Did I feel like a slut? Oh, Ajay, it was so delicious. It seemed Mr. Malik was making me more slutty with everything he did. I loved it. Well, I went through security. As I was looking for the apartment, several of the residents were sitting outside. As I walked by, I heard one say, 'slut'. That was me. Slut.

Can I have some water, Ajay?"

I got Madhu the glass of water. She was looking down at her shaven snatch when I returned. I saw her gently stroking the clit ring. Little goose bumps broke on her breasts and chest.

"Oh, thanks, Ajay. Well, I knocked on the door and it opened in a second. A man was standing there. He looked like Mr. Malik, but older. I guess he was seventy-five or so. His face was wrinkled like a cotton dress thrown in a pile, but he had a big smile as he looked at me up and down. Really, Ajay, I was so disappointed. I was looking forward to some action with Mr. Malik and he sends me to an old folks home. But I smiled and tried to act happy.

'I'm Muhammad Asif Malik. Call me Horse. All my friends do.' the man said.

I shook his hand, but he didn't let go, pulling me into the room and closing the door behind me. Ajay, there were three other old men sitting on the couch and a man in a wheel chair. He introduced them. Dabban, the man in the wheelchair, said he was ninety-one. I noticed a video camera in his lap and I knew they were going to photograph me. Babar was next to him. Babar was eighty-three. He was only about five four and did not weigh any more than I do. He was so scrawny. Ajay, I was afraid he might break. Then, Emran. Emran was way stooped over, with one of those humps on his backs like real old men get. He was leaning on his cane, his head up, peering at me over trifocals. Shammi was last. Shammi had a huge belly. He was wearing his house slippers.

Oh, Ajay, I was getting really down now. I wanted some fun. What fun could I have with these old men? Well, let me tell you, they had some fun planned!

Horse pointed to a straight chair, sitting about a foot away from the wall.

"Sit there, girly girl,' he said with a grin.

I sat down. Horse put a hand on each of my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the chair, so I was hanging off it. He picked up my feet and brought them back so the long high heels were hooked behind the chair legs. I could not unhook them without sliding back in the chair, so I was trapped there. That brought my knees out at an angle like this and really spread my legs. Suddenly, all five of them were looking into my shaved pussy.

'Should I take off my dress?' I asked.

Emran replied, "Leave it on, You look like more of a slut with it flopped open like that.'

Oh, Ajay, I did look like a slut, a real cheap slut, with my knees so wide and my heels locked behind the chair legs. Horse pulled me forward a little more. I was so open in front of them. Horse went into the kitchen. He came back in a minute with a fishing pole and a zucchini. Look, Ajay, my pussy is dripping just from telling you about this!"

She was dripping, too. Madhu, my little slut wife, was dripping like a faucet. She dipped her finger in her pussy and licked it clean. Then, she dipped again and offered it to me. Of course, I opened my mouth. Her pussy tasted great.

"Well, Ajay, Horse pulled some line from the pole. It was clear line. Whatyacallit?"

"Monofilament line."

"And it had a little thing on the end. He showed it to me, said it was for attaching lures. He called it a spinner. It had a catch. He clipped it onto the ring in my clit hood.

'Ole Horse done caught himself some real fish now,' Emran said.

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'Now, honey, you masturbate on this veggie here while we watch.'

The zucchini was cold, very cold. I shivered when he handed it to me. I put the cold veggie to my pussy lips, moving it around to lubricate it. Horse sat down with the fishing pole in his hand. He pulled the line tight and it tugged my ring. Oh, Ajay, I was still so horny from swinging in the limo, when he started pulling on that ring, I just about came!

'Don't touch your pretty little twat, girly girl. Just use the veggie,' Horse said to me.

It was so cold, but my pussy felt like a gaping hole. I had to have something up me. I started to squirm from the coldness. Then Horse pulled the line. He was really making me dance with that fishing pole. I started inching the zucchini up my pussy. I was so wet, Ajay. Can you see me, fucking myself on a zucchini with my clit tethered to a fishing pole while five dirty old men watch? I mean, is that world class slut or what!

Oh, Ajay, you're so hard again. Well, this time you'll have to wait!"

"I don't want to wait. I want to fuck you."

"Fuck yourself, wimp!"

"Mr. Malik'll punish you for that, Madhu."

She stared at me, a nasty, demeaning stare.

"Well, if that isn't the wimpiest, queerest sounding thing anybody ever said to me. Real masculine, Ajay. What a man! Threatening me with your boss! Like a three-year-old. Why don't you be a man, you worthless wimp? Why don't you take me! A real man would. But then a real man wouldn't let his woman be the slut of his boss, would he?"

I didn't like that. I didn't like it one bit. After all, she wanted to be his slut. She wanted Mr. Malik to fuck her and make her pregnant. I was trying to be understanding, to be loving! I was trying to make the bitch happy!

She rolled over, exposing the back of her thighs.

"See where I was whipped, Ajay. See how a real man treats a woman who belongs to him. But, you would not know anything about what a real man does, would you?"

I was so angry I thought I might hit her, so I left the room. I went into the kitchen, got a beer and went out on the patio. It was ten minutes before I heard the door open. She knelt by the chair.

"Look, Ajay. I'm sorry. Come on back inside. I'll fuck you and then I'll finish telling you about my weekend."

I followed her back to my bedroom. I was hurt and angry. She spread her legs for me, those legs she spread for Mr. Malik. "Come on, Ajay," she said softly.

"No. You get on top."

"All right."

She had a funny little smile on her face as I lay back on the bed. She swung her leg over me and eased my raging cock into her pussy. She started to move, move up and down.

What would Mr. Malik do? I thought. What would my boss do to satisfy his hot slut? His slut that was my wife. She said she liked being a slut and she was my slut, too.

Well, let her satisfy me!

Up and down. She was sweating, starting to moan. Pussy ring! I slipped my little finger through the ring in her clit hood. When she moved, it pulled. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.

"Yes," she moaned.

Fuck yourself on my cock, slut! I thought. I didn't care if I ever came, but she cared if she did. Faster, faster. The ring was pulling. She was riding my cock.

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"Now! Now! Oh. Oh. Yes, Ajay. YES! YES!"

She collapsed on me, gasping, her breathing ragged and hot on my chest, her juices dripping down my cock onto my balls. When she rolled off me, she had an expression on her face I hadn't seen in years. I think it was satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction.

From me. From me!

"Ajay, I came from you fucking me. Do you know how long it's been since I did that? And, you didn't cum at all, did you?"

"No, I didn't. Now, tell me the rest of your story."

She whispered, "Ajay. I'm exhausted. Let me go to sleep."

"Not until you finish telling me about your weekend."

"Okay. Oh, yes. I felt so slutty as they all watched me masturbate on the zucchini. I moved it in and out. It was so slick from my juices I could barely hold on to it. Horse pulled my clit ring. He must be a hell of a fisherman. His touch was perfect, tight when I needed it, light when I needed that. I felt my orgasm building. I was almost there. Almost. I started to cum. He yanked the line hard. Then, again. Again. I was cumming and I couldn't stop. I passed out and fell out of the chair."

"Madhu! Were you hurt?"

"No, but I felt very foolish. Horse detached the spinner from my clit ring. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. They put cold packs on my head and let me cool down.

Then one of them said, "Show her why they call you Horse."

Madhu shivered remembering it.

"Ajay, the old man unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Much bigger than his son's cock. Ajay, it was huge. I'd never seen anything like it. I was afraid it'd stretch my pussy until it never would be the same.

'You don't plan to fuck me with that?' I asked.

'Girly-girl, I plan to fuck you all night with this,' Horse replied."

She had a smile on her face remembering how fucking Mr. Malik' father felt. She must have enjoyed it. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep. I slapped her hard across the ass. She awakened with a start.

"Madhu, tell me what happened!"

"Oh, Ajay. It was like being fist fucked it was so big. He hit my cervix with every stroke. He was still fucking me an hour later when I passed out. They awakened me. I fucked or sucked all of them before the night was over. What really hurt was Horse fucking my ass. Oh, God, it hurt! Ajay, please. Let me sleep."

She turned away and closed her eyes.

I tried to awaken her, but she was so exhausted I couldn't. I left her there, too tired to talk from the fucking she had received over the weekend from my boss and his father.

I locked up the house for the night. As I was turning out the lights, I remembered my instructions from Mr. Malik about taking her someplace in the morning. I found the note and read it.

It was the name and address of a hospital.

I wondered what Mr. Malik' had planned for his slut.

For my wife.

[Ananthukutty]

Wonderful, she is now slut for Ajay too. This is more interesting.

[Priyanka98]

It was difficult awakening Madhu in the morning, but I did it. I carried her to the car and drove her to the hospital, checked her in and waited as the doctor came out. He told her to lie on the Gurney. Then, a nurse gave her the preoperative anesthetic.

"You can leave now," he said to me.

"What are you going to do to my wife?"

"Exactly what Mr. Malik told me to do. He'll explain it to you."

I drove to the office and reported to Mr. Malik, as he had instructed me. I couldn't find his secretary so I knocked on the door and identified myself. He told me to come in.

Mr. Malik was sitting behind his desk.

"Good morning, Ajay. What can I do for you?" His voice sounded strained.

"I was wondering what was going to happen to my wife?"

Mr. Malik let out a small groan and his head went back. He moved his hands under the desk. I saw his hips start to buck. I thought he was masturbating. Right here as I watched. He gasped as his face turned red. He gave one powerful thrust. It seemed an hour as he held that position. Then he relaxed.

I didn't know what to do. I stood there with my heart pounding. I knew I had the hardest cock I could remember.

"Good job, Sonya," he said. "Now, give Ajay one."

He slid his chair back and his secretary climbed out from under his desk. Her makeup was smeared, her lipstick spread all over her face. Her hair was in tangles. Cum dripped down her chin and her tongue snaked out to lick it away. She had a wild, sexual look in her eyes.

"Pull your pants down and have a seat, Ajay," Mr. Malik said.

I sat with my pants around my ankles. Sonya wobbled over and collapsed between my legs. She wrapped her mouth around my cock. Nobody had ever seen me have sex before. Nobody but my slut wife. Nobody but her had ever sucked my cock. But I was getting a blow job from my boss' secretary as he watched me. She sucked cock a lot better than my wife.

I couldn't hold back. I shot, filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed. She stayed between my legs and rested, too tired to stand.

"I'm sure you want to know what I'm having done to my slut," Mr. Malik said. "I'll tell you. She's having extensive plastic surgery. First, breast implants. She's a B-cup, Ajay. They'll make her a DD-cup. That's the size of Pamela Lee, if you were wondering. She's having liposuction which will remove about three to four inches off her stomach and waist. The combination of the two will make her have an hourglass figure. I don't like her nose. They'll rebuild that the way I want it.

I decided to have her pierced while she's there. I wanted her to be able to feel it, so they'll do the piercings separate from her surgery and without anesthesia. It'll be painful and she'll remember it. It'll make her feel more slutty, Ajay. Don't think I'm cruel to her. I really like Madhu. Sluts like to be treated harshly."

"Yes, sir. Where will she be pierced?"

"She'll have a small, round brad in her tongue. The brad's raised with bumps on it. It feels great when she sucks your cock. They're piercing her navel. I had some jewelry made for her."

He handed me a small jewelry box. I opened it. Inside was a charm like teenage girls wear around their neck with their names dangling from a gold chain. Except this was not a name. This said "slut."

"Finally, her pussy. Three gold rings on each side, six in total. Yes, she'll be well pierced."

"That sounds like a lot," I said.

[Priyanka98]

"It is. She'll recuperate for four weeks. During that time, you need to take good care of her for me. Make sure you do everything the doctor says so she heals properly."

I was insulted! I mean, she may be his slut, but she was still my wife. Of course, I'd take good care of her. She was my Madhu and I loved her.

"I won't see her until she's healed and ready to be used. During that month, I have some things I want you to do for me."

"Certainly, Mr. Malik. Anything you want."

What did he want? What had I just agreed to do to his slut? To my wife? My heart was pounding but, once again, I was real hard and my cock poked against my trousers.

"Sonya. Get the package."

His secretary stood, bracing herself on my thigh as she did. She gave me a sexy smile. In a moment, she returned with a box and a folder which she handed to Mr. Malik. He extracted a sheet of paper from the folder and handed it to me.

"That's a schedule of her whippings, Ajay. She needs to be whipped each day, in the evening. It's a matrix with the date down the left axis and the place where she is to be whipped across the top. The number of strokes is determined by reading the matrix. Questions?"

"Sir, to see if I'm reading this correctly? No whippings until she has been out of the hospital for two weeks. Then, for example, Tuesday she's to get three strokes across the inside of each thigh. On Thursday, one across each nipple. Is that right?"

"Yes, Ajay. You'll give her the punishment with this." He handed me a riding crop.

"The stroke should be hard enough so it's visible two hours later, but not so hard that it can be seen after twelve hours. It'll take you a while to learn how to do it. Don't be afraid to hurt her. Better too strong than too weak. Just experiment. In addition, Ajay, follow these instructions."

He handed me another piece of paper. It was a detailed plan. I was stunned when I read it. I could not believe this was going to happen to my wife, to my Madhu. It would be worse than the whipping. I guess he could read my face.

"Don't worry. She'll love it. I'll explain just to make sure you understand. Each morning before you go to work, attach her wrist restraints to the corner of your bed, to spread her arms and keep her from escaping. Her legs won't be bound. Use the heavy chain in this box to bind her wrists to the headboard. Then, with these small gold chains and clamps, attach her nipples to her wrist restraints. That way, every movement she makes will pull on her nipples. Lubricate the butt plug and stick it up her ass. Insert the vibrator and turn it to high. Finally, put the leathers around her to hold the vibrator and butt plug in place."

"And leave her that way all day?"

"Yes, Ajay. She should be left that way for at least eight hours. Now, as you can read, the first week she'll be hospitalized. The second week, use the smallest vibrator. The third week, you'll use the medium vibrator. The last week, the biggest one'll be used. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Ajay, thanks for helping me train my slut. I appreciate it. In fact, I have a little bonus for you."

"What's that, Mr. Malik?"

"I'll be out of town for a week and I don't want Sonya neglected. I want you to spend your lunch hours in here with her each day."

I glanced at Sonya. She gave me a big sexy grin.

"You may fuck her all you want, but I want her to suck your cock for at least half an hour. Keeps her in training."

I couldn't believe it. My boss, Mr. Malik, had another slut besides my wife and he wanted her to suck my cock during lunch hour! He wanted me to help him train his sluts! Me! Ajay! I was elated by the very thought of helping him.

"And I want you to spend the night with Sonya this week. She's available and Madhu will be in the hospital. There's no need for you to be alone."

Mr. Malik gave a demanding smile to Sonya. She blushed slightly and wiggled like a bitch in heat.

"I want you to whip Sonya for me, too, Ajay."

"No," Sonya said, both hands covering her ass. Her lower lip was quivering.

"Yes, Sonya, my little slut. You need a few and Ajay needs the practice. Tonight, show Ajay how to hang you by your feet. I want you to have ten across the back of your thighs tonight."

"Please, no, Mr. Malik," she whined as a tear ran down her cheek.

"Do it, Ajay," he said to me. "Feel free to fuck Sonya any time you wish. And you really should fuck her ass since I know you can't have Madhu that way. Any other questions?"

"No, sir."

He gave me a big smile and shook my hand.

"That's all. You may leave."

To be continued . . .