Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

.My slut wife slipped to her knees beside the bed. She pulled me up, wiggling my pants and shorts off me. She pushed me back on the bed and wrapped her lips around my cock. Back and forth, Her mouth was so warm. Back and forth. Wet, the pressure devine. Back and no. No. Oh, oh. I could not help it. It felt so good, so good to have her hot mouth on my cock. She was sitting back now, licking cum from her lips.

"See, honey. That is why I want a man who can last. Now, let me tell you what happened."

She got up on the bed beside me, legs crossed and started to talk. Her eyes were alive. The whiskey and her bath had rejuvenated her.

"Well, you were there when he picked me up. The limo was plush, Ajay. It had a bar and everything, much nicer than anything we could afford. He handed me a single red rose.

'For a lovely lady,' he said.

'Oh, thank you, Asif,' I replied.

Ajay, he got mad. Real mad. He did not say anything but his eyes told me. He put his hand on my leg, right there, on the knee. His fingers slowly started walking up my leg. It felt like a spider on my leg. You know how I hate spiders. I wanted to brush it off, or shake it off, but I was afraid of him, afraid of what he was going to do to me.

"Why are you angry?" I gasped out at him.

'You may never call me by my first name, slut. Do you understand?'

'Yes, sir, but.'

'But nothing, slut.'

His hand kept moving up my leg. I flinched, jerking my legs shut, trapping his hand. Oh, Ajay, he did not like that. That is when he did this."

She pointed to a dark, purple-blue, ugly bruise on her thigh. I could see where a nail had dug into her flesh, tearing it.

"He dug his nail in and squeezed. I grabbed his hands with mine but his look told me to let his go. I pulled my hands away. He kept the pressure up, then slowly he twisted, just like a college teacher twists a child's ear, he twisted my flesh until I screamed. When he released me, I grabbed my leg, rubbing it.

'Put your hands flat on the seat, palms down, and slide them between the two seat partitions,' he said. 'Never rub where I have punished, slut.'

I did it. I did not want to make him mad again.

'Now, spread your legs for me. That's it. No, slut. Wider. Wider.'

He reached over and removed the clip from my dress. The front fell apart leaving me totally exposed. You saw that dress. It is one piece held together by that clip. Oh, Ajay, it felt so good to be like that. To be totally exposed. Open. Under his control. I loved it, Ajay. I loved your boss dominating me like that.

'Well, slut,' he said, 'I can see I will have to help you open your legs like I want them.'

Ajay, those limos have everything. There was a drawer in the shelf where the whiskey was. He opened it. There were ropes inside. He took two pieces of rope and made slip knots in one end of each of them. He took each of my legs and slipped a rope over foot. He pulled it, tightening the rope around my ankle.

Ajay, I looked down at myself, at my shaven pussy and the ring through my clit hood, at the high heels locked in place, at the rope, the white rope against the dark stockings. It was so decadent! God, I was dripping pussy juices from it!

Oh, Ajay, you are so hard again. You like hearing about this, don't you? Do you want to stop for a quickie?"

"No. Go on. Please."