Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

I kissed her. I could taste the cum, his cum, in her kiss. It was the cum she had taken from her swollen cunt just before she got in the bath.

"Did you beat off like I told you to?" she asked, watching me intently.

I felt the blush rise in my face and my cock twitch in my pants.

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"Ten."

"Ten. Wow, good for you. Next time, Ajay, I want you to beat off into a glass and save it for me. I want to drink your cum when I get home. Your cum, Ajay, yours, the cum you shot thinking of your slutty wife fucking your boss. Oh, Ajay, think of it. As I am fucking your boss, taking his big cock deep in me, you are beating off into a glass. So, really two men are giving me their cum to drink. Oh, how deliciously slutty!"

"All right. I will save it next time."

"Good. Now let me rest in the water a while and then I will tell you about my weekend," she said with a tired smile.

I sat on the stool and waited. Soon, she finished her drink, asked for another refill and lathered the wash cloth. Leisurely, she began rubbing her breasts. I saw her wince when the cloth rubbed the blue spot.

"Do my hair, please, Ajay," she asked softly.

I kneeled on the floor beside the tub. After pouring shampoo on her silky hair, I began to rub, building a lather, scrubbing her hair clean for her, for Madhu, my wife. Slowly, I rubbed, the lather, rich and sweet smelling, oozing between my fingers, sliding her smooth back in white globs. Globs, soft and wet, sliding down her silky skin. Just as his cum had slid down her face, her breasts, like big globs of cum.

Then, she pulled the stopper and the tub started to drain. She stood and pulled the shower curtain, leaving me still kneeling by the tub. I heard the shower go on as she rinsed herself, rinsing away the grime and the cum. Shower off, she reached for a towel and I handed it to her.

Did she know how I ached, how my dick hurt and my balls? Did she know how much I wanted her? Why was she making me wait?

"Honey, why are you making me wait?"

She ripped back the shower curtain. Her eyes were blazing, her face red, the muscles in her throat corded.

"If you were a real man, you would not let make you wait. You would take me when you wanted me. But, if you were a real man, I would not be a slut just so I can have a child. You made me a slut, you short dicked wimp! Now, get out of my bathroom!"

"Madhu?"

"Get out!"

I left, of course. Why was she so angry at me? She loved it. She said so. She said she loved being Mr. Malik' slut. She could have a child other ways. But she could not have him other ways. Why was she mad at me? I was supportive, helping her. Why?

In a few minutes, the bathroom door opened. She looked sad as she sat on the bed by me.

"I am sorry. It is not your fault you are sterile. Come on. Let me suck your cock."

"No, Madhu."

"Come on, please. Let me suck him and then I will tell you all about my weekend."