Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

"Well, you certainly are being considered," Madhu said.

I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys. Madhu was now naked except for her panties. I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her bare breasts. She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed, a funny, wild smile.

"Tell me you favorite sexual fantasy again," she said.

I quivered. She had never asked this question before, never.

"Which one?" I asked, although I knew exactly which one she meant.

She dragged her nails over my bare leg. "You know which one."

"I want you to have sex with another man. I want him to impregnate you. I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about it." I gasped it out, my voice squeaky. Sweat started to flow from me.

"Tell me yours now," I asked. Madhu would never discuss her fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different. She was dying to tell me. She gave me a coquettish gaze, looking up from under her lashes.

"Oh, mine is almost the same as yours. In mine, a strong man takes me in a situation where I have little choice about it. You watch sometimes. Sometimes, I tell you about it. He fucks me. His dick is big and long and thick and so very hard. He fucks me all he wants to. He fucks me and makes me pregnant."

She was wild, digging her fingernails into my thigh. She leaned over conspiratorially.

"More than that, he makes me his slut. Me, Ajay, me. Little, sweet, shy Madhu. I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants."

"Why did you never tell me that?"

She ignored my question, standing and walking away. She spun to face me again, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward.

"I know what it will take to get you the promotion," she said.

"What?"

"Mr. Malik wants me. He wants to fuck me."

I started to quiver. I could tell Madhu was very sexually excited, more excited than I had ever seen her, even on the honeymoon. Her nipples were hard and I could see the dark stain of honey dew on her panties. Her eyes glittered as she sat by me again. Her hand slid up my leg to feel the erection in my shorts.

"I want to fuck him. I want him to take me. I want him to make me his slut. You would like that, Ajay, wouldn't you? You would like your sweet wife to fuck your boss and for you to get the promotion. Think of it, Ajay. Think of Mr. Malik, your boss, between my legs, fucking me, fucking me so hard. Think of his hot cum flooding my ravaged pussy. Think of his virile sperm seizing my eggs, making me pregnant. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Her hand was rubbing my cock hard now. I could not hold back.

"Oh, Ajay, you are excited. You came in your shorts. I want you to get hard again and cum in me, Ajay. I want you to cum in me as I tell you my fantasy."

I was hard in an instant. Madhu stripped off her panties and shoved them in my face, giving me a deep smell of her delicious odors. She lay on her back and pulled me between her legs as our eyes locked together. I was moving slowly in and out.

"Mr. Malik is my fantasy, Ajay. He tells me I will do as he says. If I do, you get a big raise. If I don't, you get fired. I have no choice. But, if I had a choice, it would be him. I want him to father my children. I want my belly fat with his child. So, I let him have me. And, oh, Ajay, he really has me! His cock is big, very big, and very hard. He fucks my pussy so good, so good."