Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

Madhu is in training, & Ajay helps outs


I showered in the morning and made us breakfast.

"I wonder what I'll do today?" Madhu said.

I smiled. I knew what she was going to do because I knew she was going to be tied to the bed all day. She kept asking me what I was doing as I fastened the leather restraints to her wrists. I snugged them tightly so she could not get away. Then, I chained her to the headboard corners with the chain, just like Mr. Malik told me to do.

"Ajay, what are you doing?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"I thought sluts did not question their man," I replied.

"You're my husband, not my man."

"Madhu, I know you're Mr. Malik's slut first, but, you're my slut second. Anyway, he told me to do this to you. So, keep quiet!"

I fastened the clamps to her nipples and attached the clamp chain to her wrists.

"Oh, migod," she said. "This'll stimulate me all day."

"I'm not through."

I greased the butt plug and the vibrator and inserted each in its proper place. She was whispering "no, no" as I tied the leathers around her, holding them in place. I turned the vibrator to high. She jammed her feet on the bed and arched her back. I heard her groan.

"Have a nice day," I said as I turned out the light and left.

There was a note on my desk when I got to the office. Mr. Malik wanted to see me immediately. I went right to his office. Sonya had a smug smile on her face as she let me in. I had been horribly concerned because when Mr. Malik trusted me to whip his other slut, Sonya, I had whipped her too hard. He told me to hit her so the stripe would disappear in twelve hours. But I gave her one that lasted seven days.

Mr. Malik was sitting behind his desk when I entered. When he stood, I saw his cock hanging outside his pants and it was hard. I looked at Sonya who was standing beside me.

"I want my cock sucked," Mr. Malik said emphatically.

I looked at Sonya, but Mr. Malik said, "I want you to suck it, Ajay. Come get on your knees!"

My head was reeling and I felt a little dizzy. Suck my boss' cock? Me? Ajay? That is what he just said. He was glaring at me as he slowly stroked it, keeping it rock hard.

"Now, Ajay."

I know I had never thought about sucking his cock, or any other cock, for that matter. Often I had eaten my own cum out of Madhu's pussy, but that was to help her orgasm since I gave her so few orgasms with my cock. That is why she liked being Mr. Malik slut so much. He made her cum like a house afire. I was totally unprepared for him ordering me to suck his cock. I don't know why I said it, but I did.

"No, sir."

"What did you say, you wimp? I'll fire you and take your wife away from you forever. She's my slut and she will do as I tell her. Do you want that? Do you want to lose Madhu and your job?"

Sonya had a superior, smug expression. I was very angry with her for I was sure she had whined to Mr. Malik and set up this whole scene. But it was Mr. Malik' face I studied. He didn't look angry. He looked neutral, almost quizzical.

I know Madhu thought I was a wimp, a worthless wimp, because I couldn't give her the baby she wanted. I knew she liked fucking my boss and his friends more than she liked fucking me. Even Sonya said I was not as strong as Mr. Malik, implying I was less than a man.

[Arul Pragasam]

Definitely Ajay is less than a man. However, he is a good pimp.

[Dorabooji]

Great update. Waiting to see what else is waiting for Ajay.

[Joseph Rayman]

Super update

[Priyanka98]

I knew losing Madhu would be the worse thing that even happened to me. But, I had only one answer.

"Mr. Malik, I'll do almost anything you want me to do. But, sir, I will not do that!"

I was nauseous I was so frightened, but something told me I had answered correctly. Mr. Malik looked at Sonya and smiled. She looked chastised, that smug expression wiped from her face.

"That's the correct answer, Ajay. I was testing you. Sonya, come get over the desk."

"Yes, Mr. Malik," Sonya answered in a shy, little girl voice.

I watched as Mr. Malik tied Sonya across his desk just like he had tied my wife that first day he had whipped her. He raised her skirt. She was not wearing hose or panties. I could see the stripe on her ass still healing.

"I knew you wouldn't do it, Ajay, but Sonya thought you would. I had to make sure. I'm proud of your answer. Now, let's talk about whipping sluts. This stripe you gave Sonya is almost eight days old and is still very visible. That's way too hard."

"I understand, sir. I'm sorry about that."

"Don't apologize. I was afraid you'd be too gentle with them. A real slut likes to feel the sting. She likes to know her man will whip her when she needs it. I want to show you how hard to swing. We can practice on Sonya. You don't mind, do you Sonya?"

"Please, Mr. Malik," she pleaded, her voice quivering.

"What did you say, Sonya?"

"No, sir," she sobbed.

"Gag her, Ajay."

I gagged Sonya with the same gag that had filled Mr. Malik' other slut's mouth, Madhu's mouth. I handed him the crop.

"Now, watch."

Mr. Malik and I practiced whipping Sonya. I must admit it takes more skill to whip a slut than I realized but after twelve or so, I was doing much better. I knew I was because Mr. Malik said so.

"Ajay, you want front or back?"

"Either's fine with me, sir."

"Take her mouth then. I'll ream out her pussy."

So, Mr. Malik and I double fucked his slut secretary as she lay tied across his desk. I pulled out and came on her face. Honestly, Sonya loved the whole thing. She was licking my cum from her lips and smiling at me when I stood back to admire her and all my cum on her face.

"Have a seat, Ajay. We need to talk," Mr. Malik said.

He left Sonya strapped across his desk with cum on her face and dripping out of her pussy. She put her head down on the desk and sighed happily. Mr. Malik patted her head. She raised up and smiled at him before snuggling back against the desk again.

"Ajay, Madhu's a magnificent slut. Out of the best sluts in America, Madhu would rank in the top ten. Did she tell you about her weekend with my club?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ajay, they all loved her. In fact, we came up with a plan and I want to discuss it with you. I want your agreement before we implement it."

[Priyanka98]

"Thank you, Mr. Malik, but she's your slut. Why not ask her?"

"Sluts don't want to be asked. They want to be told. Isn't that right, Sonya?"

"Yes, Mr. Malik," she whispered softly.

"Since you'll be spending the rest of your life with Madhu, I want to make sure you agree."

"What is it?"

"First, I'm sure Madhu told you there were six men there. But, that's only part of my club. Total membership is twenty-four. In the past, we have had club sluts, and most of us also have our own sluts, like Sonya here is mine."

Sonya blushed a little but wiggled her ass invitingly.

"We want Madhu to be our new club slut. She would quit teaching. We'd provide a townhouse where she would go each morning. She'd service whichever men were on the schedule that day. Ajay, this is a paying position. We pay ten thousand a month, year around, even in those months when she's too pregnant to have sex. Of course, we would not let her know it's a paying position. The money would go to you, for a new house to hold all those kids and to invest for the future."

My mind was reeling! My Madhu making that kind of money. But she would be a whore!

"I don't know if I want her to be a whore, Mr. Malik."

"She won't be. Just consider her a professional slut, helping you to provide for your future and that of your children. All of these men are clean, discreet and very careful, Ajay. We don't want to run the hazards of fucking around. That's why we prefer having a club slut to bringing in call girls or hookers."

He could tell by my expression my brain was trying to digest all this.

"Ajay, did you leave the vibrator and butt plug in her like I said?"

"Yes, sir."

"And her nipples are chained?"

"Of course."

"Ajay, you know Madhu's always horny as hell. She absolutely loves sex."

"Yes. I know," I replied with a grin. I loved it that she loved sex.

"After three weeks of being stimulated as much as she is, no one man will be able to satisfy her. No one. Not me and not you. She'll be a big titted fucking machine. By making her the club slut, you insure she's only having sex with good men and men who won't try to take her away from you. It's to your advantage."

"I can see that."

"Probably, with twenty-four of us, she'll have twenty-four men a week, plus you, of course. That should keep her happy."

"I do want to see my Madhu happy."

"I know you do, Ajay. And she knows it, too."

"Okay, Mr. Malik. I agree."

"Good. Sonya'll keep her schedule, arranging the dates and times when men will arrive at the townhouse. Madhu will be at the townhouse and fuck and suck whatever man is there. By the way, there'll be twenty-five. My father was so taken with her he wants to be included. The other club members have approved it."

[Priyanka98]

"She was impressed with your father, too, Mr. Malik."

He laughed.

"Every woman is. I wish I had inherited his big cock rather than his blonde hair. Now, let's talk about Sonya. I want you to enjoy Sonya, Ajay. I do have a sexy and pretty wife who likes me to fuck her twice a week or so. There will be times Sonya might be lonely and I don't want that for her.

Remember when you were a teenager? You would go to your father and say 'hey, pop. Can I borrow the car tonight?' If he said yes, you took the car for a ride? Well, let me be pop. You know Sonya's much more fun to ride than dad's old Chevy. Come to me and ask anytime you want her. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Sonya?"

Sonya raised her head. I could see the cum on her face, white and dry. She gave me a big smile.

"Yes. I'd like that," she said.

"I'd like it, too," I said, grinning back at her. Sonya was not my Madhu. By that I mean, I didn't love her like I loved Madhu, but Sonya was fun and sweet.

"Only one more thing, Ajay. The baby."

"That's very important, Mr. Malik. Madhu really wants to have children."

"She'll have five before we are through. As for now, she's resting for four weeks. One reason is the surgery. The other reason is the timing of her ovulation. The weekend we'll take her is the weekend she is ovulating. We can almost guarantee she'll get pregnant."

"How do you know she isn't pregnant now?"

"When she was in the hospital, the doctor did a D&C, where they scbang out the lining of her uterus. No one has fucked her since then. There's no baby in there."

"Oh."

"This is what I want to do with her. My father, five other men and I have formed a little betting pool. We'll all take Madhu that weekend, planting our seed in her. When the baby comes, the one whose seed sprouted will win the bet. We're putting five thousand each into the bet, Ajay, which is a total of thirty-five thousand. The father of the baby will get fifteen thousand of that. The other twenty will go into a education fund for the baby."

"Wow. I've never heard of anything like that."

"These guys like to bet almost as much as they like to fuck. You have any problems with that?"

"No, sir. It would be great for the baby's college to be paid for."

"That child will definitely need to go to an outstanding university. You'll have a special child, Ajay. All of these men are very intelligent, successful, healthy, well educated, and are handsome with good, athletic physiques."

"Good."

"There's one thing they don't have in common. They don't have your physical characteristics."

"I don't understand," I said, although I understood perfectly what he said.

"Madhu has blue eyes and brown hair. You have light brown hair and green eyes. Of the seven, only my father and I have the same characteristics. One is a wild, red headed Scotsman. The other four all have dark eyes. They are a Sicilian, a Hispanic, a black, and an oriental."

"Then, the baby won't look like us."

"The odds are two out of seven the first baby will look like you. Ajay, I could have picked only men who had your basic characteristics, but I wanted a diverse group."

[Priyanka98]

"Why?"

"It makes the waiting more suspenseful. And, we might even make some side bets during that nine month wait. But, from your perspective, Madhu's a slut. She loves being a slut. What could be more slutty that having a child that obviously isn't your husband's? Then, for the rest of her life, every one will know she fucked around because the baby doesn't look like you."

"I see what you mean, Mr. Malik."

"Let me explain further. The way the bet is set up is more complicated than just that. The first time there will seven of us depositing our seed in Madhu. The winner drops out and the next baby roulette will have only six contestants. Since she'll have five babies, the last one will be the product of one of only three men. Work out the math. The odds are overwhelming she'll deliver a rainbow before she's through."

Mr. Malik gave me a big, happy grin. Sonya was smiling contentedly as she lay bound on the desk.

"Ajay, that's a real slut. Five children, five obviously different fathers."

"She does enjoy being a slut."

"Yes, she does. And she's a damn fine slut, too. Any problems with the plan?"

"No, sir. It sounds like you have an interesting future planned for Madhu."

"And for you. These will be your children as well as hers. You'll be living with her and raising those children."

"I love children, Mr. Malik. I just hope they're all healthy and happy."

"Me, too. Anything else?"

"No, sir."

"Have a good day. Oh, Ajay, not one word of any of this to Madhu. I want everything that happens to be a surprise to her."

I nodded acquiescence. Mr. Malik was starting to fuck Sonya's ass as I quietly closed the door behind me.

I was surprised how much work I got done that day. It was six when I opened the front door at my house. I heard Madhu groaning in the bedroom. When I saw her, she was writhing in sexual need on the bed, the chains pulled tight, her nipples distended. The vibrator was still humming away.

"Oh, Ajay. Thank God. I can't cum. Please, Ajay! Let me cum."

As I walked to the bed, I wondered how often she would cum after eighteen days of being bound like this. The bed was soaked with her sweat and love juice. She was out of control. I knew I was not suppose to fuck her yet. So, I slipped my finger in her clit ring and pulled. She started thrusting back and forth, using the tension to stimulate herself.

She screamed like a banshee when she came. And, she did not stop cumming until she passed out. I undid the leather and removed her vibrator and butt plug. I unfastened the nipple clamp and unbound her wrists. She didn't move. I covered her over with a blanket and went to make dinner.

It was more than an hour later when Madhu stumbled into the kitchen. She looked exhausted but happy.

"Oh, Ajay," she said with a smile.

She sat on my lap with her legs outside mine. Her huge tits rested on my chest as she put her head on my shoulder.

"God, what a day. Ajay, it was wild. I was right on the edge of orgasm the whole time. The whole time. My pussy was running like a faucet. But I couldn't cum. Can I get something to eat?"

"Sure, Madhu."

[Priyanka98]

I started preparing her a plate.

"Did you get laid today?"

"No, but Sonya sucked my cock."

"Good. I'm too tired for sex."

She almost fell asleep eating. I carried her into the bedroom and she was out for the night. It was much later when I realized I hadn't whipped her. I hoped Mr. Malik wouldn't be too mad about that.

The next day, I again left Madhu tied and stimulated. Again that night, she was too tired to fuck me. On the third night after Madhu passed out, I went to Sonya's house. I was getting horny!

I did it just like Mr. Malik suggested. When I asked to borrow his Chevy, he laughed for ten minutes, then told me to go over to Sonya's house.

When I got there, Sonya answered the door in her bathrobe. She dragged me into the bedroom. I saw her vibrator on the bedside table. It stayed there because I went where it had been. It was very late when I slipped back into my own bed, but Madhu never seemed to know I had been gone.

Friday had been a breakthrough for Madhu. She told me she had orgasmed seven or eight times during the day from the vibrator. But, Friday night, she told me was too tired again. When she said it, she gave me a nasty look, her face all crunched up, her eyes small and beady. She was still tied to the bed, but I had removed the vibrator, chains and plug.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You've been sneaking out at night, Ajay. You think I don't know, but wives know these things. Where were you going? You have someone else, don't you?"

Ice storms aren't as cold as Madhu's voice.

"I went to Sonya's house. You were off limits and exhausted. Monday you told me you were glad I had been with Sonya because you were too tired. Remember?"

"Oh. Well. Still. I'm not going to have sex with you, Ajay, until you apologize to me and promise to never see Sonya again."

"Mr. Malik said I could have Sonya anytime I wanted to."

"Mr. Malik said! Mr. Malik said! You wimp! Well, tell Mr. Malik I'm cutting you off! And tell him I'm cutting him off, too! I'm the best goddamned slut in the whole fucking country and I'm cutting him off! See how he likes that!"

Madhu was certainly very angry. I was unsure what to do and I wanted to do the right thing for us both. I guess she read my mind.

"Go ahead. Call Mr. Malik, you wimp! Ask your boss what to do with your wife since you are too big a wimp to know yourself!"

I did. I explained to Mr. Malik what had happened. He let out a big sigh.

"Where is Madhu now, Ajay?"

"Hands still tied to the bed, sir."

"Good. First, put the restraints on Madhu's ankles and tie them to the foot of the bed. Tie her very tightly, really stretching her out. Then gag her. Call Sonya from the phone next to the bed so Madhu can hear everything. Tell Sonya to come spend the weekend with you and to bring clothes and cosmetics. Really, Ajay, that'll be a great assistance to me. My wife's sister is in town and I need to fuck both of them this weekend. I was feeling badly about neglecting Sonya."

[Priyanka98]

"Good idea, Mr. Malik, but what about Madhu?"

"I'm not finished. After you talk to Sonya, get the riding crop. Remember how hard you hit Sonya that first time?"

"Yes, sir."

"Carefully explain to Madhu she's to be very submissive and sweet to you and to me. Explain she's never to threaten you or me again. Explain she's a slut, my slut and your slut, and that sluts don't open their mouths unless some man wants to put a cock in it. That was the original deal, Ajay. While she's foremost my slut, she's your slut, too."

"I remember that very clearly."

"I thought you would. Give Madhu two swats of the crop, each as hard as the swat you gave Sonya."

"Wow. Where, sir?"

"On the bottom of her feet. That's very painful. She probably won't be able to walk for a few days, maybe even a few weeks. Don't help her out, or make it easy on her. Make her crawl everywhere. Be sure to tell her you want her to crawl. Explain every time she steps out of line, she'll receive swats that hard either on the bottom of her feet, her nipples, or right on her pussy. Be very explicit, Ajay."

"Yes, sir."

"One other thing. Fuck Sonya in your bed with Madhu bound and lying right beside you. Tell Sonya to make a lot of noise when she cums. Last and certainly not least, after you cum in Sonya, have her squat over Madhu and make Madhu eat your cum from Sonya's pussy. Come to think of it, as much as Madhu loves cum, tell Madhu that's a reward because you really love her."

"Mr. Malik, I really . . . "

"Got to go, Ajay. My sister-in-law just started sucking my cock." He disconnected.

Madhu's eyes were big and she seemed hardly to breathe as she watched me.

"What did he say?"

"He left it to me to handle anyway I want to, Madhu. You told me a good slut shuts up and does what her man says. I'm your man, Madhu."

"Oh, bullshit! You're my wimp husband. Mr. Malik is my man."

Methodically, completely, and, I must say, with a great deal of personal satisfaction, I did just like Mr. Malik said. The two blows of the riding crop across the bottom of her feet caused a great deal of noise and activity on her part. When I explained to Madhu if she were unpleasant again, the next time the crop would land across her nipples and pussy, I believe she understood I was serious.

Madhu wasn't unbound the entire weekend. She wasn't always attached to the bed, but she was always in bondage. Sonya did the cooking because Madhu couldn't stand on her feet. Madhu crawled everyplace she went. At first, she bitched and moaned about crawling and the pain in her feet. A solid blow across her ass ended that noise.

Friday night, with Madhu bound to the bed, I fucked Sonya as we lay next to Madhu. Sonya had been coached so she screamed her orgasm. She also called my name over and over. Does anything sound so sweet?

"Yes, Ajay, you stud," Sonya yelled as I fucked her.

"He isn't a stud, you brainless bimbo. He's a weak little wimp," Madhu replied.

I didn't tell Sonya to call me stud or to yell out my name, for that matter. She just did it. I hoped she did it because she meant it, but I didn't ask her. I would rather not know for sure than know for sure it was an act.

I didn't respond to Madhu's reply to Sonya. But I can tell you I was sick and tired of her calling me a wimp.

[Ananthukutty]

Now Ajay need to make Sonya pregnant and make madhu realize her mistake of being fathered by another man child in her womb. Ajay should leave her

[Sanjjay Rangasamy]

Weak little wimp - rightly said

[Kalyan143]

super

[fuckandforget]

Good one

[xbiilove]

Great going

[Priyanka98]

Saturday morning, Sonya made breakfast. After we ate, I bound Madhu hand and foot while Sonya and I went to the mall. She would have been screaming curses at me, I know, if I hadn't gagged her, too.

When we got back from the mall, Madhu was more angry then ever. I kept her gagged. I didn't want or need her abuse. Without Sonya's help, I wrestled Madhu until I tied her to the bed. Her legs were spread as wide as I could get them and tied above her head to the headboard. Then, I whipped the inside of her thighs six times on each thigh, leaving a series of beautiful, raised, red parallel welts, each of which brought a scream clearly audible through the gag. The last two swats went on her crotch, one on each side of her pussy. She pissed all over herself.

Sonya made the mistake of saying, "The bitch deserves it." She was tied the same way and received three of each side, but none across her crotch. I considered not even whipping her because she was correct, the bitch did deserve it. However, I didn't want her to think she could get away with anything.

I played with and ate and fucked and caressed Sonya all weekend. I never touched Madhu. Madhu sucked down every drop of cum I shot, all via Sonya's pussy grinding into her mouth.

It might have been the most important weekend of my life. No. It was the most important.

Sonya went home about six on Sunday night. I unbound Madhu for the first time. My heart was in my throat. I'd been very demanding and very rough on Madhu all weekend. I'd ignored her, making her watch while I fucked another woman. I'd whipped her feet so hard she still couldn't stand and whipped the inside of her thighs hard enough so the stripes showed after thirty-six hours.

You could say it was a weekend like none other I ever had. You could also say I had a lot more pride in myself at that point.

Madhu sat on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under her. She watched me intently. But it was the way she watched me which was important. She looked shy and submissive. She looked sweet. She still looked like a slut, but with those tits, seven rings in her crotch and a sign hanging from her navel which said "slut," what would you expect her to look like?

"Ajay, do you still love me?" she asked so softly I could barely hear her.

"What do you think?"

"I think you do. But you've been really rough with me this weekend. You whipped me. You had another woman in my bed. That's okay. I mean, you are the man of the house and if you want to fuck another woman, I understand. And I was a bitch. I did deserve the whipping. But, Ajay, well, I want some attention, too."

"Come here, Madhu."

As Madhu slipped over beside me, I pulled her hair to roll her over on her back. I leaned against her, feeling her breasts against me. I put my hand on the inside of her thigh, feeling the welt. She gasped and put her hands on my wrist to push me away. I grabbed the flesh to squeeze harder.

"Madhu, put your hands under your ass, and leave them there."

She blinked rapidly, but hurried to comply.

"What has gotten into you?" she whispered.

"I'm not a wimp. I'm a man who loves his wife and wants to see her happy. But, every time you put me down, I'm going to punish you."

"Ajay, you're so changed." It was said was admiration.

"You've changed, too. I like the changes in you. I like you being a slut, but you have two men to please as a slut, Mr. Malik and me. Never forget me, Madhu."

It seemed an hour as we just looked at each other. A million times, I almost let go of her tenderized thigh or begged her forgiveness, but I kept saying to myself: be tough, Mr. Malik would be tough. You know, I liked thinking like Mr. Malik.

[Priyanka98]

"I like your changes, too, Ajay. I like you being rough with me. I like you being a man for a change. No!"

That no was in response to the very hard squeeze I made across the welt on her thigh top. I squeezed until tears came to her eyes and she sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Ajay. I didn't mean to put you down," she whimpered.

I moved my hand to stroke up and down the lips of her pussy. The rings felt strange and I wondered what Mr. Malik had in mind. Madhu continued to stare at me, as if she were seeing me for the first time.

"Ajay, how long am I going to share you with Sonya?"

"Until Mr. Malik and I decide otherwise."

"Ajay, what if we went back to like we were? I mean, after Mr. Malik gets me pregnant."

"No, Madhu. You're a slut. You're his slut and my slut. Sonya is his slut and my slut. But, most importantly, you're my wife."

She was squirming to get under me.

"You really don't mind me being a slut?"

"No. I like it. I'm looking forward to raising our children."

"Ajay, please, would you fuck me?" she murmured.

I slipped between Madhu's legs. It was the first time I mounted her since surgery. I could really tell the changes, and I liked them. I thought Mr. Malik sure knows what he is doing. I didn't even think about pleasing Madhu, or lasting long enough to make her cum. But I did.

"Ajay. Ajay! Oh, yes! God, yes!" she screamed when she orgasmed.

I was so use to have her calling Mr. Malik name when she came, her calling my name surprised me. It was a very pleasant surprise.

"I came from your cock, Ajay. Your cock! It felt so good. Ajay, just hold me. Please. Let this big titted slut sleep in your arms tonight."

Sonya was with Mr. Malik Monday and Tuesday night. Tuesday night Madhu got on her knees and begged me not to keep my relationship with Sonya. She promised she would make me the happiest man in the world if it were just she and I. I told her I'd think about it.

Wednesday when I talked to Mr. Malik, he told me to keep Sonya. The competition was good for Madhu. I was doing all right following Mr. Malik orders. I told Madhu Sonya was my slut, too, and that's the way it would stay. We fucked long and hard.

As Madhu healed, and as she spent more days with the vibrator, it seemed her orgasms increased exponentially. She could orgasm so much more easily now. And she loved to orgasm. By the end of the third week, she orgasmed every time I had sex with her. They were real, positive, strong orgasms.

Mr. Malik and I had talked. He had changed his mind about the whippings every day, but I still whipped her twice a week so she would remember what it felt like. Never once did I have to whip her for demeaning me. That's what pleased me.

Yes. Me. Ajay. I made my wife cum every time I fucked her.

On Tuesday, Mr. Malik called me into his office.

"Well, Ajay. Friday's the big day. She'll spend the weekend with the seven of us."

"She's so excited. Mr. Malik, she's a bit hurt you haven't contacted her."

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"She's a slut. She is suppose to sit by the phone wondering if I'll call. She'll see plenty of me this weekend. Is she orgasming freely from the vibrator?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I don't want her to have any more orgasms until she meets with us. Leave out the equipment tomorrow and Friday. But keep her bound all the time, even at night so she cannot masturbate. I'll call her tonight to tell her what to wear. Do you want Sonya for the weekend?"

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

"So would Sonya. I'll drop her off when I pick up Madhu. Thanks, Ajay. You may go."

Madhu was tired when I got home.

"Migod, Ajay. I must've orgasmed fifty times today," she murmured as I removed the vibrator.

When I didn't fuck her, she asked why.

"Mr. Malik said you don't get another orgasm until you're with him Friday."

She gave me a wicked smile.

"I'll be so horny I'll be a mad woman by then. But he has known best, hasn't he?"

I agreed. Mr. Malik seemed to know best what was right for me and my Madhu, my wife and his slut.

[Kalyan143]

super story

[Gilmalover]

Super update