Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

Madhu and Mr. Malik continue their games

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

What was happening? What were they doing?

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

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

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

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

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

The door is opening again. Yes.

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

What had happened?

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

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

He stuffed a piece of paper in my pocket.

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

"Yes, sir."

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

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

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

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

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