Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories Part 2 (You Only Live Once) by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

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."

"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 toinvest 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."

"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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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."

"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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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."

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."

"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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

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.

"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."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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."

"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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

"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!

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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.

"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.






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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

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."

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.





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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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."

"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.










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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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.

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.

'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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

'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.

'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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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."

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."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

"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 towatch 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.

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"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 theystared 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.

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"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.

"Well, I'm horny as hell and I want to be fucked again."

"It's good for a slut to be horny. Makes you all the more ready when a man wants you."

"Ajay, you sound just like Mr. Malik. In fact, you're a lot more like Mr. Malik. That's good. I like your boss. I like being his slut. He sure knows how to treat a slut like me. I like you being more like Mr. Malik, Ajay."

She yawned and got off the bed. When she returned from the bathroom, she lay down by me again. She slipped up against me and gave me a soft kiss. Then, she continued her story.

"You know, after they whipped me, when I was tied over the table, I begged them to fuck me. They just laughed and walked away. My god, I was horny! I wanted it so badly. But they ignored me. That made me feel so slutty. There I was, naked, freshly whipped and still tied down, begging them, anyone, to fuck me.

I would have thought my desire would have ebbed as time passed, but it didn't. It seemed a year to me as I lay there begging to be fucked. Finally, they untied me and did what I had been begging for. They fucked me really well. Thank God, there was a lot of them because being tied down and whipped and left to beg really makes this slut horny. Super horny!

That night, the seven fathers again put their cum in me using a funnel. It was the fourth time. Again, they sealed my pussy with the golden comb, tied me to the bed, and left me there for the night.

Sunday morning was like Saturday. I read the newspaper, sitting naked in their club, quietly drinking my animal cum for breakfast. When a man arrived, I did anything he wanted. Then, Mr. Malik told me to clean the place up. I did. I scrubbed the floors, changed the sheets, everything. The seven fathers filled me again. They put the comb in place and brought me home."

A sly grin crossed her face and a devilish look was in her eyes.

"What haven't you told me?" I said.

"Do you know what a chastity belt is?"

"I've heard of them. I didn't know they really exist."

"They do. Believe me."

She wanted me to ask about it. She wanted me to ask so much she was squirming. Finally, I asked. She grinned evilly again.

"Ajay, as I was tied down over the table, after I had been whipped and left there, after I had begged long and hard to be fucked, I got mad. I know I'm a slut, but a slut has feelings, too. And this slut needed to feel a cock in her.

'I'll find other men to fuck, a lot of men, if you wimps cannot keep me happy!' I screamed at them.

No one said anything as they arose and started toward the table. I was afraid they really were going to whip me hard, but they released me. Mr. Martinez had this steel contraption in his hands. They held me motionless as he put it on me and locked it. Then, they walked away.

I started to examine it. I freaked out when I discovered nothing could touch me between my legs. Certainly no cock was going to get in me. I couldn't even masturbate. I ran to Mr. Malik who ignored me even though I was kneeling by his side, begging him to talk to me. Finally, he looked down at me.

'Madhu, you're my slut. You belong to your husband and to me. If I believe you are screwing someone other than me, Ajay, my father, or the other twenty-three club members, I'll lock you in that chastity belt as punishment. I might leave you in it for a month. Do you understand what that means?'

'Yes. Please, Mr. Malik. I'll be good! I'll be faithful to the twenty-six men you named! Never do that to me!' I sobbed.

He released me, undoing the chastity belt and taking it off me. It felt so wonderfully free, so absolutely wonderfully alive, to be able to touch my own pussy again. Believe me, Ajay. I'll never fuck anyone unless Mr. Malik says I can. I couldn't stand to not orgasm, not even for a day."

She giggled again and stroked between her legs.

"I don't even know if I can stand to go eight hours without orgasming, Ajay."

A chastity belt. Wow! That would be the perfect punishment for my Madhu. No orgasm! Ideal punishment for a slut like her. She'd go insane in less than a week if she couldn't orgasm. I had to hand it to Mr. Malik. He really knew how to handle a slut like Madhu.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I realized how good it was for me to have someone like Mr. Malik to teach me how to handle a slut like Madhu. She had changed since she became my boss' slut. I loved those changes. I was very happy. But I realized it took a special man to love, live with, and manage a slut. I was glad Mr. Malik was showing me how to do it.

"Ajay, let's get something to eat. I'm hungry again," she said softly.

After we ate, we curled up together in bed, her back to me, her head on my arm, a giant tit in my hand. We fell asleep that way.

The next day, I didn't go to work. Mr. Malik had agreed I could have a day or two off to help Madhu get her townhouse rented and established. We drove in her new convertible.

On Wednesday morning, she started her new career as a professional slut, leaving the house at seven in the morning since her first fuck was at seven thirty. The first week or so, we were adjusting to the new routine. She'd come home from work tired and hungry but reasonably well satisfied. Sometimes she had only one man in the morning and another in the afternoon. Sometimes she had five or six.

But she was Madhu, the slut. She still wanted to fuck me each night. She always came like a women sexually possessed.

Friday, Mr. Malik called me into his office. We actually talked about the company for a few minutes before he changed the subject.

"Sonya told me Madhu came on to her?" my boss said.

"Yes, sir," I answered honestly. "Madhu said a slut should have sex with women."

"Madhu's right. A slut should have sex with women as well as with men. She should have sex with anything - animal, mineral or vegetable - which will fit up her love tunnel. Sonya's a little put off by it, though. I want you to have both of them this Sunday. See that they make love."

"Yes, Mr. Malik."

"I'm taking Madhu Friday night. My Dad has her Saturday morning. One of the club members is having a poker party Saturday night. There will be six guys there for her. Do you want Sonya for the weekend?"

"Yes, sir. Please."

"She'll be there at eight. That is all, Ajay."

Sonya and I had a lovely Friday night and Saturday. I was enjoying Sonya. She was a wonderful women. But, to be honest, Sonya was never going to a real slut, not a world class slut like my Madhu. Sonya was perfectly happy fucking just Mr. Malik and me. Madhu could never be happy with just two men. I knew that. We all knew that.

Sonya and I talked about her having sex with Madhu, too. I told Sonya Mr. Malik wanted her to have sex with Madhu and so did I. She was very apprehensive. Madhu got home about four Sunday morning, awakening us with her arrival.

Madhu was hyper. I asked her what was wrong. She turned and stared at Sonya, her eyes boring into my boss' secretary.

"I'm looking forward to having my first lesbian sex with Sonya," she said, desire dripping from her voice and, if I knew my Madhu, probably from her pussy, too.

I couldn't see Madhu's pussy though, to really tell if it was dripping. She had on a leather skirt which started right above her pubis, a leather halter top, and the "slut" charm dangling from her navel. She wore thigh high stockings, as always. The skirt was long enough to cover the stocking tops when she stood. It was an emerald green color. She really did look wonderful, wonderfully slutty, which is what she was.

"I don't want to have sex with you, Madhu. I'm not a slut like you are," Sonya said shyly.

"Oh, Sonya, don't be ashamed by that. It's okay. Not every woman can be a world class slut like me. Not everyone is a professional golfer but a lot of people still like to hit the ball around. You can still have fun and not be a pro like me," Madhu said reassuringly as she held Sonya's hands.

Madhu put her arm around Sonya's shoulder to guide her back into the bedroom. Sonya was naked, having just gotten out of bed when Madhu came home. I thought it was very sweet of Madhu to be so kind and gentle to Sonya. Then I realized it was Madhu's first time with another woman, too.

But this was Madhu's idea. Sonya watched as Madhu undressed which took a second. Besides not wearing much, Madhu was becoming very adept at dressing and undressing quickly. I sat in the straight chair I pulled beside the bed to watch.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You and Mr. Malik really want this, Ajay?" Sonya asked, looking at me.

"Yes, we do," I replied.

She nodded. Madhu lay down beside her. Sonya gasped when Madhu put her hand on Sonya's stomach.

"What do we do?" Sonya asked plaintively.

Surprise shot across Madhu's face.

"Well, I've never done this either, so I really don't know. I bet we figure it out as we go along," she said lovingly. They went very slowly. Madhu initiated most everything at first. Sonya lay there, legs slightly spread, hands by her side, as Madhu began to play with her. Madhu would ask softly, "Do you like that?" or "how does this feel?" I watched Madhu. She knew a woman's body, she loved sex, and she was being slow and gentle.

Once Sonya shoved Madhu's hands away. Madhu slapped Sonya hard across the inside of her thigh and told her to never resist. Sonya sobbed and her resistance ceased. I realized Madhu was a woman who happily knew what she wanted and was going to get it. She was very gentle but firm with Sonya. I learned some things about how to make love to a woman by watching my boss' slut, my wife, make love to my boss' secretary, my slut.

Sonya started to respond as Madhu kissed, nibbled, caressed and touched her. They were beautiful together. Two lovely women pleasuring each other. Then, Madhu slipped down between Sonya's legs and started eating her pussy, licking her clit. Sonya went nuts, screaming as she orgasmed again and again.

I knew everything was all right when Sonya recovered from her orgasms.

"My turn to eat you," she told Madhu, rolling Madhu on her back. Judging from Madhu's response, Sonya was very good at eating another woman. Of course, with Madhu it is hard to tell. She orgasms so wildly at everything. They went to sleep in each other's arms. I turned out the light and crawled in with them, snuggling up to Madhu's back.

Madhu whispered sleepily, "This slut sure love you, Ajay."

Sonya whispered, "So do I."

I called Mr. Malik Sunday morning. His wife answered. She had a lovely, feminine voice that made me wonder was she was like. She called him to the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Malik."

"Ajay, how can I help you?"

"Your two sluts loved making love to each other. I'm calling to invite you to a Sunday brunch. We can watch the two of them and then fuck them."

"Sounds delightful. My wife is playing tennis at eleven. I'll be there shortly after she leaves."

When Mr. Malik arrived, the two of them greeted him at the door stark naked. We decided to fuck them first, so we could rest as we watched them. That was Mr. Malik's idea. It was the first time I had fucked my wife while Mr. Malik was there except that once in his office when he whipped her before we both fucked her. I fucked Madhu while he fucked Sonya. We did it that way because the girls flipped a coin and Madhu lost.

The two of them gave a delightful show for us. First they sixty-nined to suck up all the cum Mr. Malik and I left in them. Then, they used the two headed dildo Madhu had bought. Mr. Malik and I were ready. This time I took Sonya. After the girls licked each other clean again, Mr. Malik took Sonya home.

I looked at my Madhu lying on the bed, legs splayed, cum and pussy juice and sweat and saliva covering her. Her big tits were moving gently up and down as she breathed. The rings in her pussy and navel glittered and shone.

She was a beautiful, desirable woman. She was a true slut, my boss' slut. Most importantly, she was my wife.

To be concluded . . .

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Can they live happily ever after?


Over the next three weeks, our lives were pretty much like any typical American family. I went to work each week day at the office where Mr. Malik was my boss. Madhu went to her job in her townhouse as a professional slut where she'd fuck between two and six of the club members each day. Usually, Sonya had dinner with us. After dinner, the three of us visited and had sex. After Sonya went home, Madhu and I cuddled in bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.

I never imagined my sex life would be this good. I couldn't even believe that Madhu was so hot because before she became my boss' slut, our sex life was mediocre. Not only did I have a world class slut, my wife, in my bed each night, I had Sonya, too. Sonya was sweet, as sweet as my darling Madhu. She was more shy and not as good in bed but, she was still damn good.

Sonya really surprised me in the way she opened up with Madhu. The two of them enjoyed making love, as they called it. I enjoyed watching them, seeing their bodies, smelling them. I knew Sonya wanted no more than the three of us though. She made that very clear. For her, Mr. Malik, Madhu and I were the limit. That was fine, too. Not everyone is a world class slut like my Madhu.

One night Madhu was in the bathroom after dinner. Sonya and I were in the kitchen cleaning up when we heard an ear piercing shriek. Madhu came running into the kitchen wild eyed.

"Blue! Look! Blue!"

She collapsed on the floor and began to sob. Sonya and I ran to her, still unaware of the cause of her anguish.

"My home pregnancy test is blue! I'm pregnant! Pregnant, Ajay. Oh, god, I have waited so long."

The three of us sobbed and held each other, our joy at Madhu's pregnancy more than we could stand.

The next day a test at the doctor confirmed it. Madhu was pregnant. She was pregnant, a child growing in her womb. Of course, we did not know which of the seven men who gambled on her impregnation was the father or what race the baby would be but, we didn't care. Madhu was pregnant. I was so thrilled for her, and so was Sonya.

After Madhu told my boss, Mr. Malik, of her joy, he scheduled a big party for that next Saturday afternoon at his club to celebrate Madhu's pregnancy.

Sonya and I went to the mall when Madhu left in Mr. Malik limo. Madhu was so happy she pranced down the sidewalk and flashed her shaved pussy and pierced pussy at Mr. Gupta before jumping in the car. Poor Mr. Gupta. Madhu did tease him terribly, allowing him only an infrequent blow job to quench the flames she built in him. I just realized that was unfair to Madhu. She wasn't a tease. She was so sexual and slutty that every man who saw her wanted her. That made me proud. Everyone wanted my wife but only Mr. Malik, the men who chose to give her to, and I had her.

Madhu was happy not only because she was pregnant. She was happy because her pregnancy meant she could fuck all twenty-five of the club members without them wearing condoms. She was very excited about that.

"And without condoms. I'm pregnant so they can all splash their cum in me. Oh, Ajay, I do love cum in me," she giggled as she was dressing.

About two months later, Sonya moved in with us. She was a great help to Madhu during her pregnancy. Both Madhu and I enjoyed sex with Sonya. The three of us slept in the big king-sized bed in our bedroom. She was a real member of our family.

For the duration of Madhu's pregnancy, our lives were normal. Until she started her ninth month, Madhu went to work every day just like Sonya and I did.

Madhu delivered a beautiful, healthy baby boy. The timing showed the funnel and comb had done the trick. When I visited the hospital about three days after the baby was born, Madhu was sitting up in bed nursing the baby. We had not named him yet. Her tits were even bigger than they had been and full of rich, thick milk which Mr. Malik, Sonya and I had already sampled. Madhu had enough milk for us all. Madhu was smiling up at me, happiness and sweetness radiating from her. I preferred she watch the baby. I would have hated it if that massive tit crushed him.

"Ajay, I've decided on a name for him. I call going to name him Ajay Khanna, Jr., after you."

While I was honored my wife wanted another man's baby to have my name, I had other plans.

"No, Madhu. We're going to name him and the others after their fathers, whoever they may be."

"Oh, Ajay. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I like that, Ajay. It's so slutty. We'll always think of the father when we call our child's name. But I want to name him now and we don't know his father yet."

"Yes, we do. The DNA tests came back today."

She jerked, which squeezed a breast, I mean tit, which forced a surge of milk down the baby, which made him choke. She patted his back lovingly and returned him to his meal.

"Who is it?" she asked excitedly.

"His father is Mohhamad Yusuf Malik."

"Horse? Horse! Oh, Ajay, how wonderful. I was praying Horse would father the first one. Can we call the baby Charlie?"

"No, Madhu. Let's call him Colt."

"Oh, Ajay. That's perfect. Colt. Little Colt, sired by Horse. Darling, little, baby, Colt."

She lovingly stroked the man-child heartily nursing as her massive teat, her face with the radiance of a mother, the happy mother she was. She looked up at me. A sexy smile crossed her face.

"If he's hung like his father, we'll have to call him Stallion when he's grown."

I knew my Madhu loved Ysuf Malik' big cock. I knew of the twenty-five men fucking her (twenty-six if you include me), Horse's cock was the biggest. That's why he was called Horse. Madhu and Horse had a very special relationship that extended beyond sex. I think they loved each other.

Madhu glanced up with a devilish expression in her eye.

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"If he's hung like his father, I think his mother will have to introduce him to sex."

I gasped. "Are you joking?"

"No. Mothers need to teach and help their children, don't they? I'll introduce them all, boys and girls. Ajay, none of them could have a better teacher than I am. I mean, I'm a teacher and a slut. Who better to teach sex ed?"

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The little glimmer in her eye made me believe she was teasing, but something about the way she said it made me think she was serious. I had years to think about that.

Horse was so overjoyed at the baby being his, he wept. His son and my boss, Mr. Malik, seemed very happy, too. It occurred to me that Colt was my boss' brother, or half brother anyway. I wondered how he felt about Madhubringing his brother into the world rather than his son. If it bothered him, he never showed it.

The next year, and the one after it, produced the same cycle. Madhu would be fertilized by the men making the bet, six the second year, five the third, since the winner of the previous year's bet dropped out of the process. Madhu would get pregnant. We all continued our work routines.

The second child was Padma Basu Khanna, named by Mr. Basu, who won the bet that year, after his grandmother, bengoli lady.

The third was Anjana Mehta Khanna, named for two lovely Punjabi ladies, the grandmothers of Mr. Mehta, the child's father. After the winner was announced, Mr. Mehta arrived at the hospital with his wife, five children by her and our baby's two namesakes to bless and welcome the new arrival.

No man ever had two such beautiful, happy, healthy and wonderful daughters as I did. And none had such a fine son as Colt.

Colt had been born in June, Padma in late April, and, Anju in February, of three consecutive years. Madhu was dropping babies every ten or eleven months. Although she was very happy and healthy, the deliveries and her profession tired her. Sonya quit working for Mr. Malik two months before Anju was born. She stayed home to care for the children, allowing Madhu to continue her profession, and me to continue in mine. I'd received some nice promotions in the intervening years. My status and income were significantly higher. So was my work load.

It had been a wonderful, idyllic life. Madhu was eight months pregnant with the fourth child when a tragedy occurred, a tragedy which altered our lives significantly.

I was at the office when the phone rang. It was Madhu. She sounded hysterical.

"Ajay! Ajay! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Ajay. Horse has had a heart attack!"

I broke the news to Mr. Malik, my boss, and Horse's son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Madhu was in the CCU waiting room. Madhu looked terrible and forlorn. Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, was running down her face. Her hair was a fright.

She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a nursing bra, since she had been constantly nursing one child or another for almost four years. It was her intention to nurse each child for two years, so she was still nursing Padma and Anju. Truthfully, she still took Colt to her breasts sometimes, letting the boy share in her bounty. Her milk laden breasts were a EEE.

She was without that bra now. Her breasts were high and firm and huge. Milk was pouring from her. The milk had soaked her blouse which was only a piece of see through cotton. It was running down to her micro-mini-skirt, which was askew.

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"Oh, Ajay," she wailed when she saw me. She threw her arms around me and collapsed. I helped her to a seat just as Mr. Malik came in. She was sobbing but trying to hold it in. She was so distraught she couldn't help the tears. We all were distraught.

A young doctor walked out of the unit toward us.

"Are you the family of Yusuf Malik?"

"Yes. I'm his son," my boss replied.

The doctor had not looked at any of us except Madhu. He could not pull his eyes away from those tits of hers. In fact, every man in the waiting room and a good part of the floor staff has taken up positions to stare at Madhu.

She was oblivious to them which told me how distraught she really was. My Madhu, being a true slut, loved to have men stare at her. If she realized they were looking, she would be showing off herself to them.

"Was anyone with him when the heart attack occurred?" the doctor asked.

Madhu nodded as she wiped her tear stained face with a cloth.

"What was he doing?"

"We were fucking," Madhu sobbed in a loud voice.

The waiting room got extremely quiet. I could see men staring at us, mouths open and eyes wide. "You were having sex? I find that hard to believe. Mr. Malik is eighty-four," the doctor said.

Madhu jumped up, her little fists clenched, arms rigid by her side. She screamed in the doctor's face.

"That eighty-four-year-old man is the father of my three-year-old son. He has a cock like a baseball bat. I mean size and hardness. And, he has the heart of a gentle lion. Don't you demean him in my presence!"

Madhu collapsed to the seat again, sobbing audibly. A murmur of voices floated over the waiting room, probably discussions of Madhu's revelation. The doctor was shaken.

"I'm sorry, Miss . . . " the doctor sputtered.

"Mrs. Khanna. Madhu Khanna. I'm Ajay Khanna, her husband," I interrupted.

The doctor looked stunned. The murmurs started again.

"Mrs. Khanna. I meant nothing derogatory. Can you tell me, did he give any indication of the attack? Did he say anything that might help us?"

"Oh, oh. Poor Horse. He said real loudly 'Oh, God. I'm coming.' I though he was having an orgasm. I didn't know he meant he was going to Heaven."

Madhu broke down again, sobbing pitifully. Everyone who had heard her was motionless and speechless.

"How is my father?" Mr. Malik intervened.

"Touch and go," the doctor replied. "I'll keep you informed."

The doctor turned to leave, stopped and turned back, staring at Madhu again. Mr. Malik went to his side.

"If he was having sex with her, I'm surprised your father has lived this long. She looks like she's woman enough to kill any man."

My boss replied, "I feel that way every time I fuck her."

The doctor's mouth flew open as he stared at my boss. He shivered. I could see his pants were tented. He was mumbling to himself as he disappeared back into CCU.

Over the next thirty minutes, other people arrived. Sonya came. It took her some time to find a baby sitter. Saheen Malik. Mr. Malik wife, and Mrs. Fareeda, Mr. Malik sister, arrived together. Saheen was a tall, elegant, classy looking women. She was very beautiful and well shaped. I wondered how she was in bed. If Saheen knew about Madhu or Sonya, it didn't show. She evidenced no hostility at all to my wife and my girlfriend, both of whom were her husband's sluts.

Then, the young doctor came out. He looked tired and drawn. Walking directly to Madhu, he said, "Mrs. Khanna, Mr. Malik is asking for you." He led Madhu into the CCU. The rest of us followed.