Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

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Mr. Malik plan to get Madhu pregnant

That Friday morning when I went to work, I didn't tie Madhu to the bed. It was the first time in three weeks she'd been unbound when I left. She was wild with excitement. Of course, her wildness was partially attributable to not having any orgasms in forty-eight hours after averaging fifty or so a day for the two weeks before that. And she was wildly anticipating the weekend because she knew, just knew, she was going to get pregnant this weekend. All in all, she was a mad woman.

I was excited, too. Our whole adventure with Mr. Malik had started because Madhu wanted more sex than I could give her and she wanted a baby, which I couldn't give her, since I was sterile.

I knew she was going to the hairdresser and then to the dress shop to pick up her new dress. Mr. Malik had told me he would bring Sonya over when he picked up Madhu so I could have Sonya that weekend.

I got home early. Madhu was in the shower. I was standing in the bathroom waiting for her when she turned off the water. She saw me and squealed, throwing herself into my arms, crushing those big tits against me.

"Ajay! Ajay! This is the weekend! I'm going to get pregnant! Oh, Ajay, I've wanted this so long!"

She shoved me back against the wall and started trying to unbuckle my belt.

"No, Madhu. Mr. Malik said no orgasms until he picks you up."

"Please. I had one in the shower, but I need another one. One from a cock up me. Please, Ajay. Oh, God, Ajay, do you realize what has happened! Do you? Well?"

"What?" I answered, confused by her conversation.

"I orgasm so easily now. And, you, you big stud, you hold back so much better. Do you know I orgasm every time your fuck me? Did you know that? Every time! Oh, God, that's so great. Just think, Ajay. I cum every time you stick your dick in me. I just love that!"

She giggled evilly.

"Now, don't let that be an excuse not to eat my pussy. You've always been the best pussy eater in the world, and I do love your tongue. You'll eat my pussy, won't you? If I'm a good little slut for you? Please, Ajay."

"Of course, Madhu. I love eating you."

"Do it now!"

"No orgasm."

"Meanie," she said petulantly.

Suddenly, she stepped back and looked at me quizzically.

"Ajay, do you eat Sonya?"

I had to think for a minute.

"No. I don't"

"Honey, you should. If she's going to be your slut, too, you should eat her. You know, Ajay, all women love to be eaten, to have a man lick their pussy and suck their clit. And, I know Mr. Malik will never do that. So, you can give her a great pleasure she'll not get from anyone else. Because, Ajay, as good as fucking is, eating is almost as good, and no one does it better than you."

"I thought you didn't want me to be with Sonya."

She was towel drying her hair, which had been cut shorter and dyed a brassy blonde. It was a style where she just dried it and fluffed it. As she vigorously massaged her scalp, those big tits moved like animals. It was mesmerizing.

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"Hey, my face is up here," she said with a laugh. "Seriously, honey. I want you to have Sonya."

She put the towel down and took my hands in hers. She put my hands on her hips and shoved her pelvis against me.

"Look, Ajay. No one has said anything to me, but I have a gut feeling about this. Ajay, what if Mr. Malik wants me to have sex with a bunch of guys. Will you mind?"

"You had sex with everyone at the old folks' home and I didn't mind."

"I have a feeling he might be thinking of a whole lot, like, maybe, a dozen or so."

I didn't tell her it would be two dozen plus. Mr. Malik asked me to let him surprise her.

"I won't mind. I'll still love you."

"Oh, Ajay. I know I'm the biggest slut in town, maybe in the whole country. I do love being a slut. I can't tell you how much I love it. But I love you so much. I need you to be here for me. I never want to lose you. That's the reason I want you to have Sonya, or, if not her, someone else. I want your sex life to be wonderful, too."

"It'd be wonderful with just you. You're the greatest."

"Thanks, baby. I know I'm the greatest, but a lot of times I'll be fucking someone else, maybe a lot of someone elses. If Sonya's available, well, I want you to go for it," she said.

"Don't worry about it. Did Mr. Malik call? What does he have planned?"

Her eyes lit up like a slot machine.

"Oh, Ajay. I'm so excited! This weekend I get pregnant, and, I get laid until I cannot walk. He'll be here in thirty minutes. He's bringing Sonya with him to spend the weekend with you while I'm fucking your boss and his friends. Don't forget. Eat her pussy. She'll love it. Let me put on my makeup and then I'll show you my dress."

Without talking and with complete concentration, Madhu professionally applied her makeup. Of course, she wore more than she did before she became a slut, my boss' slut. Mr. Malik wanted her to wear more. She slipped red thigh high stockings up her legs. She put on red pumps with six inch heels. They buckled around her ankle, but did not lock.

When she got the dress out of the closet, at first, I thought it was a bikini. It was tiny. It was red and made of nylon and spandex. The top had shoulder straps and a strap which ran behind her back. It was a pullover, sleeveless. It covered her breasts and stopped. When she put it on, I was reminded of packing sausage. It was that tight, hugging her breasts perfectly. She looked more naked than if she had been naked.

The skirt was as revealing. She wiggled it up her body and over her hips. She held her breath as I zipped it. When she was standing, you could see about a half inch of bare skin below the skirt and above the stockings. The waist of the skirt dipped in front coming to a "v" which pointed straight down between her legs, with the point of the "v" where hair would have been had she hadn't been shaved. Her jewelry which said slut and hung from her pierced navel was the only thing she wore between her breasts and her skirt.

She was prancing, almost out of control. She was like a horse ready for a parade. And, boy, did she look good!

The doorbell rang. She squealed and ran to open the door. She jumped into Mr. Malik arms on the front porch, threw her legs around him and kissed him with all she had. I glanced around for the neighbors. Mr. Gupta was watering his flowers again, watching Madhu as intently as he could.

"Easy, Madhu," Mr. Malik said. She held on like a leech as he walked in. Sonya was right behind them.

"Sonya!" Madhu said. Sonya looked startled.

"Thank you for being with Ajay while I'm with Mr. Malik. I really appreciate it," Madhu said. She sounded sincere. Sonya looked as if she couldn't believe it. "Now, take good care of him for me!"

"Sure, Madhu," Sonya replied, still acting as if she could not believe Madhu.

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"Let's go, Mr. Malik!"

"Not so fast. Ajay, fuck this hot slut and do it doggie style."

Madhu spun on her heel, arched her back to thrust her breasts out toward me, and grinned.

"Yeah, Ajay. Fuck this hot slut!"

Mr. Malik pushed Madhu across the table face first and lifted up her skirt. She was wiggling her ass and murmuring "come on, come on." I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Boy, was I hard! Me! Ajay! Hard as a rock and getting ready to fuck the best slut in the whole country. I jammed it in Madhu.

"Slowly, Ajay. Make her beg for it," Mr. Malik said softly in my ear.

I slowed down making long, smooth strokes, slamming in fast, coming out slow. Madhu was whining and whimpering. On the fifth stroke, I felt her pussy spasm on my cock.

"Yes, Ajay. Yes! Do me faster! Faster! I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming."

She was sweating, and spasming on my cock. I was easily holding back. By the time I came, Madhu had three orgasms and was covered in sweat. As I pulled out, Mr. Malik reached over and pinched Madhu's pussy shut with his fingers. In his other hand was a gold clip, like the kind women wear in their hair. It had three teeth on each side.

Now I knew why he had three rings put in each side of Madhu's pussy. The teeth of the comb were designed to slip into the rings in her pussy. When he released the snap, the spring closed, holding her pussy shut.

"What are you doing?" Madhu asked, sounding confused.

"Get a mirror, Sonya," Mr. Malik ordered.

Sonya got the mirror and gave it to him. He held it so Madhu could look back through her legs and see her pussy.

"Well, look at that," she said. "It seals my pussy."

Madhu was admiring her pussy, as we all were. It did look very slutty to see her pierced pussy, which was full of my cum, sealed with a golden comb.

"Okay, Madhu. Let's go," Mr. Malik said, playfully swatting her ass which was raised in the air. Madhu giggled as she stood and straightened her clothes.

"Let me clean up before we leave."

"No. You looked freshly fucked. That's the way sluts should look."

She smiled like that thought pleased her and grabbed her purse. She kissed me on the lips and whispered for me to be sure to eat Sonya while she was gone. What surprised me was she kissed Sonya on the lips, too, and told her to please me. Sonya was stunned, standing with her mouth hanging open as she watched them leave.

Mr. Gupta watched every move of Madhu's body as she pranced to the limo on Mr. Malik' arm. She wiggled even more for him and blew him a kiss. Mr. Gupta was going to drown those damn flowers if he kept watering them as an excuse to see what Madhu was doing.

Sonya and I had a lovely weekend. We spent Friday night in bed together. Saturday, we went to the beach. Sonya looked great in her bikini. I really liked Sonya. She was sexy, sweet and fun. While she was fucking two men, Mr. Malik and me, she didn't act like a true slut, like Madhu. But my Madhu was a world class slut.

It was interesting comparing the two of them. I was very glad I had them both. But if someone said I could only have one of them, I would say Madhu no matter how many other men she fucked. I liked Sonya a lot. But I loved Madhu.

I did spend a lot of time that weekend eating Sonya. Madhu was right. She loved it. She said no man had ever eaten her before. I felt sorry for those men. They had missed some very sweet tasting pussy.

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Mr. Malik called us from the phone in the limo. We were standing on the front porch when it pulled up in front at four thirty on that Sunday afternoon. Instantly, the door opened and Madhu stepped out. Sonya gasped and my mouth fell open.

Madhu was naked. I mean naked. Even her stockings and shoes were gone. She acted like nothing was wrong as she bent over to kiss Mr. Malik goodbye which flashed her pussy at us. I could see the comb was in place. Mr. Gupta was watering his flowers again.

"Hi, Mr. Gupta," Madhu called out as she waved to him. Her walk was exaggerated as she swished down the sidewalk to the door. She did not run, but walked as if she had all day. Mr. Gupta sat down in the wet flowerbed. I could clearly hear his groan.

On the front porch, Madhu gave me a quick kiss and said hi. She turned to Sonya.

"Did you take good care of him?" she asked.

"Of course," Sonya said, blushing slightly.

"Thanks, Sonya," Madhu said sincerely. She grabbed Sonya and kissed her hard on the lips, her tongue in Sonya's mouth, their bodies grinding together. At first Sonya tried to pull away, but Madhu held her by the back of the neck and kissed her like a man kisses a woman he wants to conquer. Madhu's other hand was playing with Sonya's breast. Sonya's eyes glazed over and closed and her arms dropped by her side as her resistance ceased. Madhu broke the kiss and patted Sonya lovingly on the bottom.

"Mr. Malik is waiting, Sonya. But, you and I'll get together real soon."

Sonya backed away, almost falling off the porch. We watched her run to the limo and jump in. The door slammed and the limo sped off. I shut the front door behind us. Madhu looked very happy, but exhausted, as if she were running on pure adrenalin. Her short, brassy blonde hair was spiked, like a punk rocker. I realized it was plastered with cum as was much of the rest of her. She was covered in cum.

"What was kissing Sonya all about?"

"Ajay, it occurred to me that men like to see women having sex with women. Women can have sex continually, but you guys have to rest sometimes. So, we girls can please each other while you guys are resting. Besides, Ajay, let's be honest. How can I really be a slut if I do not have sex with other women?"

"That does make sense," I replied, thinking about how much I enjoyed just watching them kiss. I was really looking forward to Madhu and Sonya really getting it on with each other. She leaned against me and kissed me long and slowly.

"I have so much to tell you. I hope it makes you happy, Ajay, because, while it's very slutty and really wild, it makes me happier then I have ever been since the day I married you."

"Madhu, I'm anxious to hear," I replied.

"Come on. I want a bath."

Just then, the doorbell rang. I peered out the peephole to see Mr. Gupta standing there, looking sanctimonious and angry. I told Madhu who it was. She just grinned and opened the door wide, standing there naked and slutty for Mr. Gupta to see. His eyes bugged out and he couldn't yank his stare from Madhu's naked tits. But his mouth still worked.

"Young woman," he snapped. "You're nothing but a common slut! I'm going to call the security officer and report your scandalous behavior. We have laws against people like you!"

Madhu grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him hard, grinding her mouth and body against him. She took his hands and put them on those big tits of hers. I saw her hands over his, making him massage her tits.

"Massage my tits, Mr. Gupta. Come on now. Doesn't that feel good to you? Yes, I'm a slut. But there is nothing common about me. I'm the best slut in the whole fucking country."

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She released his hands and Mr. Gupta kept massaging her tits. He looked like he couldn't believe where his hands were and had absolutely no control over them. Madhu slipped her hands to his crotch and massaged his cock through his pants.

"Nice cock, Mr. Gupta," she said sensually. "If you come in your pants for me, tomorrow I'll give you a blow job. I'll let you play with my tits all you want to while you come in my mouth. You'll love doing that, won't you? Come on, Mr. Gupta, come in your pants for me."

I could tell by his face he could not hold back. He jerked and groaned.

"Oh, that's a good boy," she murmured as her hands flew back and forth. "Now, come over at nine in the morning for your blow job from the best slut in the country. Don't be late."

She kissed him softly and pushed him out the door. I looked through the peephole. Mr. Gupta, stunned and frozen, stood facing the closed door. His hands were still raised, fingers open as they had been when he played with Madhu's tits.

Madhu grinned at me and took my hand to lead me into the bathroom. She stopped by the bed, kissed me again and put my hand on her pussy. I could feel the golden comb.

"Do you know what's in my pussy, Ajay?"

"No."

"Cum. The cum of seven men. Five of those seven will be the fathers of your children. Your children, Ajay. And mine. Five little babies for us to raise as our own. Ajay, you better sit down."

She held my hands as we sat side by side on the bed. When she smiled, I could see flakes of white, dried cum, break off and float away.

"Ajay, seven men put their seed in me to get me pregnant. They're not all white. Ajay, I don't care. Do you?"

"No. Mr. Malik told me the plan to get you pregnant."

"And you don't mind? Thank God, Ajay, because I love his plan. I love the idea that I'll have children that don't look like you, not even of your race. I love that all of my children will have different fathers. I mean, this is definitely world class slut. I was afraid you'd object."

"Don't be afraid. I just want them to all be healthy."

She gave me a big grin, but her eyes were clouded. She had something else to tell me and she was afraid of my response.

"That's not all, Ajay. I'm going to be a whore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they want me to quit teaching and let all of them fuck me. There are twenty-five of them, Ajay. Twenty-five hard cocks to keep my sweet pussy filled. I like thinking of you and twenty-five other men to keep me satisfied. But they're going to pay me. That makes me a whore."

Tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, leaving wet tracks in the dried cum she wore as slut makeup. Her lower lip began to quiver like it always did when she was going to cry.

"Ajay," she said in a timid, tiny voice. "I don't want to be a whore. I want to be a slut."

"Madhu!" The sharp edge to my voice seized her attention. "You're not a whore. You're a professional slut. Think about it. Everyone knows a professional is better than an amateur, in any endeavor, like baseball, or tennis, or skating. You're not going to be on the street soliciting. You're not going to have sex with just anyone. You have a full time career as private slut to a club of wealthy men. You're being rewarded for being the best slut in the world. You're a professional slut."

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"Oh, Ajay, do you really think that is what I am?"

"Of course."

"You don't think I'm a whore?"

"No."

She smiled again and the tears dried up. She thought about it, her expression changing from sadness through concentration to happiness.

"Ajay. You're right! I'm a professional slut, not a whore. Oh, Ajay, think about it. I'm a pro."

"Well, professional slut, what kind of deal did they make you?"

Mr. Malik had told me what the offer would be, but he told me not to tell Madhu about it. I was waiting for her to tell me and I planned to act surprised when she said it. I really was surprised.

"Ajay, they made me a pathetic offer. So, we negotiated. I mean, I'm going to have five children to support and put through college. They offered a lousy ten thousand a month. Now, let me tell you how it ended up. There are twenty-five men, twenty-four in Mr. Malik' club and Horse. I thought it was so sweet Horse wanted to be included. I really like him."

"I know you do," I said. I knew she liked his big cock as well as his sweetness.

"Anyway, each of them will contribute six hundred dollars a month. For that, they get me three times a month each. They can sign up for extra time at two hundred an hour. Anal sex is two hundred extra each penetration. I figure I will gross, oh, maybe, twenty to twenty-five thousand a month. I have to pay for the townhouse, and the costumes and stuff, and the supplies and things."

"What do you mean by costumes?"

"You know. Fetish clothing, little girl dresses for when they want me to act like a collegegirl, maids uniforms, nurses uniforms, corsets, bondage equipment like ropes and whips. Costumes and stuff."

"I never thought about that."

"That's why I'm the professional here. You know what else? One of them is a car dealer. I ordered a new convertible, which he's selling me at his cost. I can pick it up tomorrow. A slut needs good wheels, Ajay."

She dug her nails into my arms.

"Think about it! We'll be financially secure in just a few years. We can invest all that money for our future, Ajay, yours and mine. And the children. The children's future, too."

Madhu leaned into me and pushed me on my back. She straddled me, resting her pussy on my chest.

"Do you want to eat this cum, Ajay, the cum of the seven fathers?"

"No. I told you that."

"Just offering, in case you changed your mind. Come on."

She hopped off me and went into the bathroom. She got her water glass by the sink and held it under her pussy as she gently removed the comb. Cum plopped out and ran into the glass. When she thought she had it all, she raised the glass, said, "cheers" and drank it down, licking her glass and her lips when she was through.

"This slut does love cum. This slut's tired all of a sudden. Come on. Shower with me."

I took off my clothes and joined her in the shower. She was quiet as I shampooed her head and washed her throughly. She let me dry her hair, which was now squeaky clean. She barely made it to the bed before she was asleep. Before I covered her over, I looked at the bruises on her lips and tits and hips. She had a hard weekend. I was dying to hear about it.

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She awakened about seven, hungry as a bear. I ordered pizza. We sat together on the couch, sipping our beers, as we waited for it.

"God, Ajay. What a weekend. Do you want to hear?" she asked coquettishly.

"Yes. I love hearing."

"I know. You're really proud of me, aren't you? You're proud your wife is a world class slut."

"Yes, I'm proud of you."

"And you like the fact I'm fucking a lot of men. Don't lie to me."

"Yes. I like our life together, too."

"Me, too, Ajay. I'm blessed beyond my dreams. I'm a professional slut who's going to have five children and my husband is supportive and loving and proud of his slut wife. How did I get so lucky?"

Gently, she kissed me. Then, she kissed me hard and giggled.

"Ajay, I'll bet money I'm pregnant right now, as we speak. Let me tell you all about it. You know when Mr. Malik picked me up Friday, I was wearing my comb and my pussy was full of your cum. It didn't seem we were driving in the right direction so I asked where we were going.

'To the mall. I'm going to let you prance through the mall. And, I'm going to remove the comb so the cum drips down your leg and everyone can see it,' Mr. Malik said.

Ajay, that's so slutty I almost orgasmed just thinking about it. Then, I realized both our parents ate dinner Friday night at the restaurant in the mall. Suddenly, I didn't want to be there. I don't mind being a slut, but I didn't want to embarrass them. I told Mr. Malik. It was the first time I ever said no to him. He just smiled and said okay. Well, we drove to the building his club uses.

You're so hard, Ajay. You really do get turned on listening to my adventures, don't you?"

"Yes," I gasped as she played with my cock.

"Whenever you want me to stop talking and fuck or suck, just let me know. Where was I? Oh, yes. As I was getting out of the limo at his club, he stopped me. My legs were spread with one foot in the limo and one out. He popped the comb and the cum just gushed from me. Your cum, Ajay, running down my legs as he led me into the club. Seven men were there when you include Mr. Malik. Of course, I recognized some of them from before. And, Horse was one of them. I gave him a big, wet kiss as I ground my tits into his chest. He loved it.

'Now, Madhu, my sweet slut, one of us seven will get you pregnant,' Mr. Malik said to me.

I was so excited. I was going to get fucked seven times and get pregnant. But it didn't work out that way. Ajay, there is the pizza man. Do you want me to answer the door?"

Madhu was not teasing me. She would have answered the door even though she was naked. I was wearing a robe. I answered the door and returned with the pizza to the kitchen table. Madhu grabbed a piece, stuffing it in her mouth like she was starving. I got us fresh beers and set down with her.

"Um, that pizza's good," she said, trying to catch the dangling cheese with her fingers.

"Go on," I urged.

"Even sluts have to eat," she said with a laugh, licking tomato sauce from her fingers. I had noticed Madhu loved to eat more sloppily since she became a slut. She liked to get the food on her hands and lick it off. Then, I realized I enjoyed that same thing, too. She chugged some beer and wiped her mouth.

"Ajay, Mr. Malik told me to undress, which was real easy since I was wearing almost nothing. The men undressed as I did.

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'Now, little slut, get on your knees. Suck each cock until it is hard and then thank it for getting you pregnant.'

I did just like Mr. Malik said. Oh, Ajay, seven of them, all waiting to get me pregnant. I knelt and took a cock in my mouth, a black cock. I got it nice and hard, thanked it and, then, I went to the second man. I did all seven, just like Mr. Malik said for me to do.

Mr. Malik does know how to make a girl feel slutty, Ajay. As I was sucking the last of the seven, Mr. Malik put something around my neck. It was a leather bondage collar, a thick, wide one. He snugged it tight. I heard the click of the padlock as he locked it around my neck. My adrenalin was really rushing now. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. Not that I cared. As long as I got fucked long and often and got pregnant, they could do anything they wanted to me.

They carried me in and lay me on the bed. There was a leather strap running around the bed and they attached my collar to that strap. I could not raise my head off the bed. As I was trying to figure out what they were doing, they attached leather restraints around my ankles.

Ajay, your cock's twitching. If you cum and I don't get to swallow it, I'll never forgive you."

"You better get your mouth to work then," I moaned.

"God, I love sucking cock," she murmured as she lowered her lips over my cock head.

Madhu is a good cocksucker. No. Madhu is a world class cock sucker and she loves doing it. Madhu expelled a great sigh as she daintily retrieved a dapple of cum on her chin and sucked her finger clean.

"Ajay, you know what they did next? They spread my legs and attached them to the corner posts of the bed. They attached them high up so I was really hanging by my ankles with my pussy straight up in the air. I wondered how they were going to fuck me that way. But they had no intention of fucking me. Horse retrieved a funnel, you know, the kind you use in chemistry glass with the Teflon lining so everything slides through and there's a valve at the bottom to hold things in the funnel until you want to release the contents.

'Okay, men. Ready?' Mr. Malik said.

'Ready!' they all replied.

Ajay, I couldn't believe it. They starting masturbating. That's right! Beating off! Right there in front of me and each other. All seven of them. They were sort of at the side of the bed and I could turn my head and see them. They were all pounding their puds, laughing and teasing each other like junior high kids. I think they had more fun doing a circle jerk than fucking me. Well, at least that one time.

I was so disappointed. I wanted all those hard cocks up my sweet slue. But I was not so disappointed I didn't play with myself. I want you to know my hands were busy on my pussy. Then one of them groaned and grabbed the funnel. He stuck his dick in it and squirted his cum into the funnel. Do you know why?"

"Tell me."

"I will. As each one was ready to shoot, he grabbed the funnel and shot into it. Ajay, they filled that funnel with hot, fresh, man cum.

'Okay, Madhu. Stick a finger in it and stir it all up. We want every sperm to have an equal chance at impregnating you,' Mr. Malik said.

Ajay, talk about slutty! I stirred up all the sperm in the funnel, making it swirl round and round. When Mr. Malik pulled the funnel away, I sucked my finger clean. Think of it. The cum of seven men on my finger and in my mouth at once.

Oh, Ajay. Then, one of the men held the lips to my pussy open and Mr. Malik eased the funnel into me. I could feel its plastic hardness nudge my cervix.

'Number one, in the chute,' Mr. Malik said and turned the valve.

I orgasmed. Yes, I did. Just from the feel of all that sperm running into me, just from knowing I was going to get pregnant. It felt so good. They let the funnel drain and eased it out. Then, they sealed my pussy with my comb again.

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'Madhu, lay there for a while. We'll come back for you,' Mr. Malik said.

They shut off the light and left me there. I started to cry I was so happy. Not only was I tied to the bed with my legs up and opened like the good slut I am, but the sperm of seven men were trapped in my pussy fighting for the chance to make me pregnant. I could almost feel all those sperm in me, Ajay."

I had to admit that the way Mr. Malik used the funnel to put the sperm in Madhu would most certainly make the bet very fair. Every man's sperm stood an equal chance of getting my Madhu pregnant. I wondered which one would win. She must have wondered the same thing.

"You know, Ajay, as I lay there, feeling all that cum in my sealed pussy, knowing one of those men's sperm was impregnating me at that very moment, I tired to envision what the child would look like. I knew each of the men. I tried to see what blend of my genes and his would be in a baby. Well, with seven different men from six different ethnic groups, it would take a computer to try to determine what the baby would look like.

Then, I realized I didn't care. I really didn't. I just wanted a healthy, happy baby."

"Me, too, Madhu. Me, too."

"Oh, I love you, Ajay."

She held onto me tightly, her head on my shoulder. I held her, too, as we just enjoyed each other and the moment.

"In about half an hour, the door opened and Mr. Basu came in. He was the Oriental whose sperm was in me. He released my ankles and neck and led me by the hand into the other room. Migod, there were naked men everywhere. The club has a hot tub and whirlpool, a billiard room, a TV room and reading room and a card room, as well as a big kitchen and dining room.

Ajay, every one of the men was naked. Mr. Basu gave me a tour of the club facilities, introducing me to all the men. As I met each one of them, they kissed me and played with my tits, so by the time I had met all of them, I was very much in need of a few orgasms.

Damn, Ajay, you are so hard. I just love that."

"Keep talking."

"There were two other women, but they were dressed. He told me they would cook and serve the food and drinks, but not participate in the sex.

That's when I knew I was getting ready for more fucking then I ever had in my life. I was quivering thinking about all those cocks in me. Think of it. Mr. Basu told me there were twenty-five of them. Twenty-five. My head was reeling.

As I walked, I could feel all that cum and my own juices sloshing around in my pussy. It felt so strange and so good. When we returned to the big room, Mr. Malik and Mr. Basu helped me stand on the poker table. All the men gathered around. They were all staring at me, Ajay. Me! At my tits! And, my pussy! I was displayed like prime merchandise, like a champion slut.

Mr. Malik explained to the other men about getting me pregnant and the bet and all. Then, he told everyone they could fuck me all they wanted, but they had to use condoms so as to not interfere with the bet. And know what else? He told them to feed me their cum from the condom after they fucked me.

Mr. Malik turned to me and handed me the funnel.

'You know what to do,' he said, and I did.

I put the funnel under my pussy and removed the comb. All that good cum drained into the funnel. I stuck the funnel in my mouth and opened the valve. They applauded, clapping for my cum sucking ways. As my head was back and I was still sucking the cum from the funnel, I felt hands on me. They laid me on the table and started.

Oh, Ajay, I feel sorry for you, not because you were not there, I mean. I feel sorry for you because you are a man. You get hard and fire, then you are done for a while. But a woman, particularly a woman who's a slut like me, is just getting warmed up after one man. You know, I start orgasming with one, but with many, I'm transported to a wild, wonderful fuck land. A woman can fuck all night and orgasm all night and love it all night. And not just one night, but every night. I feel sorry for all men because they cannot enjoy sex as much as women can."

[Priyanka98]

I thought about that. I know, as much as I enjoyed it, I didn't like sex nearly as much as Madhu.

"Think of every possible way a man can fuck a woman. I did them all. Against the wall, upside down, in the hot tub, on the billiard table, every way. Those guys were competing to see who could give me the best fucking and in the most unusual position. It was a tie. They all were magnificent."

Madhu gave a huge sigh. I saw her hand snake between her legs to play with herself as the joy of her memories made her horny again.

"The seven fathers didn't fuck me. All the others did. Mr. Subarmaniam, who is the South Indian whose sperm was in me, said they were saving themselves for the bet. When it was fairly late, I was fucked out, laying on the bed. I was more satisfied then I ever have been. Horse came in and helped me to the bathroom. I showered, used the facilities and douched. Then, he retied me to the bed and they all masturbated into the funnel again. Again, their cum was swirled by my finger and then released in my pussy. They put the comb in place. They released my legs, bound my wrists behind me, attached my collar to the headboard with a short chain and left me there for the night. As they all told me goodnight, they swatted my ass or twisted a nipple. They turned out the light as they left.

It was dark. I was alone. Alone except for a billion sperm swimming around inside me. Isn't that slutty, Ajay? Isn't that just wonderful? I was fucked until I could not move, my pussy sealed with the sperm of seven men in it, and tied to the bed so they could start using me again in the morning.

I felt like a true slut. And, Ajay, I knew, I just knew I was already pregnant, from the first funnel. I slept like a baby all night."

[Priyanka98]

Madhu's pregnant.

Madhu, my wife and my boss' slut, was telling me about her weekend. At his club, Mr. Malik, my boss, and six other men filled her with their cum after making a bet on which one would get her pregnant. More than that, nineteen other men fucked her all they wanted. Each of those nineteen had to use a condom so they would not interfere with the bet. Madhu was very appreciative that they emptied all the condoms into her willing mouth so she could swallow all that man cum. Madhu is a world class slut and sluts can never eat enough cum.

Madhu gave me a beautiful, innocent smile and resumed her story.

"While I slept, I dreamed. I dreamed I delivered seven babies at once except they were not really babies. They were about four years old. They were all boys and each one looked exactly like his father, meaning none of them looked like you or me. The city gave me a big parade. I was naked, riding in a float covered with roses. Our seven little sons were standing up by me, waving to the crowd. Oh, Ajay, what a wonderful dream."

She looked pensive as a tear floated down her cheek. I knew how much my Madhu wanted children, children I could not give her since I was sterile. She smiled wanly, patted my hand, and continued with her story about her weekend.

"Saturday morning, Horse awakened me. He untied me and removed my collar and restraints. I was a little stiff from being bound all night. In the bathroom, I removed the golden comb and swallowed down the cum that had been in my pussy, took a shower, washed my hair and, generally, cleaned up.

I was starved, Ajay. All that fucking makes a slut hungry. Horse just grinned when I asked for something to eat and handed me a quart milk bottle. It was full of animal cum, courtesy of Mr. Ambani. That was it. They gave me nothing else to eat all weekend except four quarts of cum plus the cum from all those condoms and funnels."

No wonder Madhu had scarfed that pizza and beer as if she were starved. I wondered what the food value of cum was and if there was any way to find out.

"Ajay, come to think of it, I was never really hungry either, not until I smelled the pizza. Then I was famished. Anyway, it was just Horse and me in the club. We talked and played gin rummy. I really do like Horse. If he were fifty years younger, I would be his mistress, his personal slut. Don't worry, Ajay. I'd never leave you for him or anyone else.

My god, Ajay. You're so hard. You're hard all the time. I like that, Ajay. Want a quickie?"

"Later. Tell me more."

"Ajay, I think it's wonderful you like having a slut wife because, baby, your wife loves being a slut. Well, I drank the animal cum as Horse and I finished our gin rummy game. One of the men came in. He took me in the bedroom and fucked me. Nothing wild or unusual. Just a good hard fucking from a good man with a good hard cock. That's how the morning went. Men would arrive and fuck me. Some wanted to take their time. Others had a golf game or something and were in a hurry. Generally, it was fairly calm. I like that kind of fucking, too, you know."

She laughed introspectively and squeezed my hand.

"I like all kinds of fucking, don't I? About lunch, the other six fathers arrived. They went through the same routine as the prior night, tying me to the bed, using a funnel to fill me with seed, and then sealing my pussy with a golden comb through my pussy rings. In the afternoon, I played cards and visited and fucked whoever asked. About four Mr. Malik told me to take a nap.

Ajay, how about a quickie? Please."

I could tell by her voice and her face Madhu wanted to orgasm. Mr. Malik, once again, had been completely correct about his slut, about my wife. Madhu was addicted to sex and loved being that way. I loved her being that way. My sex life had never been better.

"I'll eat you," I answered.

She gave a little squeal and shoved me on my back. In a flash, her pierced pussy was pressed against my mouth. I do love eating Madhu's pussy. This time I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her tightly against me. That reduced her movement and made it take longer before she came.

Wow! She came over and over, squealing and bucking and begging me to do it harder. I love seeing my Madhu cum.

[Ragasiyananban]

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[Priyanka98]

"God, that felt great," she said, as she lay against me, those massive tits crushed into me like soft pillows between us. I stroked her ass as she rested. Finally, she stretched and yawned, rolling over on her back.

"You have got to hear the rest of my weekend. Mr. Malik awakened me about seven, told me to bathe and dress. What surprised me was he gave me a pair of panties to wear. After all, I had never worn panties around him. But, they were silk and sheer.

'What is going on?' I asked.

He swatted my ass hard with his hand.

'Did Ajay tell you not to open your mouth unless a man wants to shove a cock in it?'

'Yes, sir. I'm sorry,' I replied. And, I was sorry. I wanted to be the best slut ever for him and his friends. I wanted to do exactly what they wanted me to do.

I followed the seven fathers to a van. In about ten minutes we arrived at a gentlemen's club, you know, one of those places were women dance topless. We all went inside. Ajay, there were women, all sorts of women, everywhere. One woman was on the runway dancing, wearing just a G-string. We sat and watched for a while. When we first went in, I was disappointed. Really, since I'd fucked all seven of them, I couldn't understand why they wanted to watch other women. But, in a while, I found out.

You know, Ajay, we women are something special. Our bodies are so sensual, so, just so sexy. I was getting turned on watching the other women dance. I'm looking forward to having Sonya, Ajay.

It was amateur night and they were having a dance contest. Ajay, I felt sorry for the other women. I mean, they were good looking and sexy but, none of them stood a chance of winning. Not with me there. Not with these tits and these legs. But you know it's more than just looks, don't you, Ajay? Well, don't you?"

"Yes. It's more than just looks."

Her eyes glowed with excitement and desire.

"You bet it is! It's what is inside me, my desire, my need, my happiness at being a slut. That's what turns the men on. They just look at me and they can see it! They know I love getting fucked even more than they love fucking me. It drives them nuts!

Mr. Malik talked to me. He told me to think of fucking and of being the best. That's what I was already thinking of. He also told me not to take off the panties because that would be against the law.

Ajay, you want to fuck?"

"No. I want to hear about the rest of your evening."

"Ajay, it's a good thing you let me fuck other men, because I love to fuck. I don't think there is a man in the world who could keep up with me."

"I agree. Talk!"

"Do you understand what I'm saying? There'll always have to be a lot of men in my life, Ajay. A lot. I love to fuck and suck and swallow cum and feel their hard pricks in me."

"I know, Madhu. That's fine with me. A world class slut like you should have a lot of men. Now, finish your story."

"When it was my turn to dance, Mr. Malik just lifted me to the runway. I looked around at the sea of faces. They were all staring at me, their eyes glazed. I could see their desire for me."

She laughed in a wanton, evil way.

"But all men want a slut like me. All of them. Oh, I loved dancing for them. I loved the way their faces looked as they stared at me. Ajay, they were dazed. They couldn't take their eyes off me. I loved their catcalls and the hands reaching for me. I loved the whistles and the applause. I loved knowing every cock in the place was at attention because of me. Me. Madhu, the slut.

[Priyanka98]

I took my time, bumping and grinding to the music. I could feel the sweat pouring from me, feel the sex oozing from my pores. Slowly, I stripped. I kept the panties on just like Mr. Malik said to do. The men watching me could see my juices sliding down my leg, see the rings in my pussy. I heard them comment on the rings. Honestly, I think a guy in the second row orgasmed in his pants from seeing those rings in my pussy through my sheer panties. Really, the panties, soaked in my pussy juice and plastered to my bloated pussy lips, were sexier than if I wore nothing.

It makes me so horny thinking about it, I need to fuck. Come on, stud. Fuck me! Please?"

"Soon. Go ahead."

She sighed unhappily, then smiled conspiratorially.

"I won, of course. One thousand dollars. The crowd collected another thousand for me to dance a second time. I would have danced for free, but it was nice to be appreciated. I danced slowly, moving my hips and my legs, showing off my body. They loved my body, Ajay. Oh, I could get to where I really liked dancing like that.

After my second dance, when the music stopped, the place was as quiet as a tomb. Everyone was staring at me. Their mouths hung open, their tongues snaked across dry lips. Even the owner and the bouncers stared at me as if they'd never seen anything as sexy, as slutty, as me. Mr. Malik reached up for me. I slid into his arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him long and hard as I ground my body into his.

I didn't plan to say what burst out of me. But I did. Really loudly I said, 'I want to get fucked right now!'

Oh, my god, I thought the customers would tear the place down getting to me. They were wild animals, Ajay, like bulls in mating season and I was the heifer they wanted to breed. As the bouncers fought off the crowd, the seven fathers carried me out and shoved me in the van. After the van screeched away, Mr. Malik gave me a hard pinch on my tit.

'You'll be whipped for that,' he said.

'Okay, if you tie me down, too,' I said with a giggle. They all started to laugh, but when we got back to the club, they tied me over a poker table and whipped my ass. I loved it. I loved it even through my tears.

Please, Ajay, fuck me. I need it so. Please! Oh, you stud, the best slut in the world is begging you to fuck her. Begging! Come on, Ajay. Fuck me!"

I fucked her. I fucked her hard. What I really liked was that she started cumming almost as soon as I entered her. She came and came, multiple orgasms. When I felt like I might shoot, I pulled out and ate her, holding her arms down by her side, hearing her moans, her begging for me to continue. I ate her until she was exhausted and my jaw was sore. Then, I put my cock in her again and fucked her until I came. Her multiple orgasms did not stop until she felt my cum hit the walls of her pussy.

When I rolled off her, she smiled at me, her face soft and relaxed, her eyes sex crazed and unfocused.

"Feed me your cum. Take it from my pussy and let me lick it from your fingers. I love your cum, Ajay."

I fed her my cum, just like she asked. She slurped and sucked, the noise adding to the joy of seeing my Madhu greedily eat my cum, the cum I had left in her. Her eyes closed as she drifted to sleep. I lay by her and stroked her face and body, enjoying this delicious slut that was my wife.

Yes, she was a slut, a super, world class slut. She was the slut of my boss, his father and twenty-three of his friends. But she was my slut, too, and she was my wife.

After about half an hour, Madhu yawned and stretched. She pulled my head down to kiss her and I tasted her and our juices together.

"Have you been playing with me while I was asleep?"

"Yes, I have."

She gave me a slutty grin.