Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

The limo slowed. When it did, he removed the ropes, letting me down. I sat for a second, my legs throbbing. I rubbed my arms to get circulation back in them.

'Slut,' he said. 'I have a date tonight. I'm leaving you here. This is a retirement home. Go to apartment 2312, which is my father's unit. Do whatever he says. You're his slut tonight. I'll pick you up at ten in the morning. Be wearing this.'

He handed me a small bag. Did I feel like a slut? Oh, Ajay, it was so delicious. It seemed Mr. Malik was making me more slutty with everything he did. I loved it. Well, I went through security. As I was looking for the apartment, several of the residents were sitting outside. As I walked by, I heard one say, 'slut'. That was me. Slut.

Can I have some water, Ajay?"

I got Madhu the glass of water. She was looking down at her shaven snatch when I returned. I saw her gently stroking the clit ring. Little goose bumps broke on her breasts and chest.

"Oh, thanks, Ajay. Well, I knocked on the door and it opened in a second. A man was standing there. He looked like Mr. Malik, but older. I guess he was seventy-five or so. His face was wrinkled like a cotton dress thrown in a pile, but he had a big smile as he looked at me up and down. Really, Ajay, I was so disappointed. I was looking forward to some action with Mr. Malik and he sends me to an old folks home. But I smiled and tried to act happy.

'I'm Muhammad Asif Malik. Call me Horse. All my friends do.' the man said.

I shook his hand, but he didn't let go, pulling me into the room and closing the door behind me. Ajay, there were three other old men sitting on the couch and a man in a wheel chair. He introduced them. Dabban, the man in the wheelchair, said he was ninety-one. I noticed a video camera in his lap and I knew they were going to photograph me. Babar was next to him. Babar was eighty-three. He was only about five four and did not weigh any more than I do. He was so scrawny. Ajay, I was afraid he might break. Then, Emran. Emran was way stooped over, with one of those humps on his backs like real old men get. He was leaning on his cane, his head up, peering at me over trifocals. Shammi was last. Shammi had a huge belly. He was wearing his house slippers.

Oh, Ajay, I was getting really down now. I wanted some fun. What fun could I have with these old men? Well, let me tell you, they had some fun planned!

Horse pointed to a straight chair, sitting about a foot away from the wall.

"Sit there, girly girl,' he said with a grin.

I sat down. Horse put a hand on each of my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the chair, so I was hanging off it. He picked up my feet and brought them back so the long high heels were hooked behind the chair legs. I could not unhook them without sliding back in the chair, so I was trapped there. That brought my knees out at an angle like this and really spread my legs. Suddenly, all five of them were looking into my shaved pussy.

'Should I take off my dress?' I asked.

Emran replied, "Leave it on, You look like more of a slut with it flopped open like that.'

Oh, Ajay, I did look like a slut, a real cheap slut, with my knees so wide and my heels locked behind the chair legs. Horse pulled me forward a little more. I was so open in front of them. Horse went into the kitchen. He came back in a minute with a fishing pole and a zucchini. Look, Ajay, my pussy is dripping just from telling you about this!"

She was dripping, too. Madhu, my little slut wife, was dripping like a faucet. She dipped her finger in her pussy and licked it clean. Then, she dipped again and offered it to me. Of course, I opened my mouth. Her pussy tasted great.

"Well, Ajay, Horse pulled some line from the pole. It was clear line. Whatyacallit?"

"Monofilament line."

"And it had a little thing on the end. He showed it to me, said it was for attaching lures. He called it a spinner. It had a catch. He clipped it onto the ring in my clit hood.

'Ole Horse done caught himself some real fish now,' Emran said.