Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

The nurse was bending over me. There was a cold towel on my forehead. He moved me to a kneeling position with my head between my legs, so the blood would return to my brain. He got me a glass of juice. When I was stable, I stood by the bed and looked down at my Madhu. I couldn't see the piercing in her navel because they had replaced the bandages. She was still tied to the bed, wrists attached to the corners above her head, legs in a frog style with her knees spread and tied. The rings in her pussy were clearly visible.

"Hurts," she mumbled, except it sounded like "herth" with the new brad in her tongue.

She smiled shyly. I decided the best thing to do was to leave and come back tomorrow. I kissed her goodbye and left. But I didn't go back to the hospital until Saturday when it was time to take her home.

Madhu was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She was wearing a cheap, loose dress that came to mid thigh. It has a square bodice which her tits, as she called them, overflowed. When I entered, she stood and put her arms around me. "Oh, Ajay. I was afraid you'd left me. You frightened me not coming back. Why didn't you return my phone calls? Please, Ajay, I don't want to lose you!"

"I needed to let you rest," I answered. The truth was I was thinking over what was going on in our lives. That and I spent every available moment having sex with Sonya, which I really enjoyed a lot.

"I'm sorry I was nasty to you, Ajay," she murmured in my ear. "Please forgive me, baby. Please. I love you so very much, and, you really are the perfect husband for me."

She kissed me hard and I felt the brad against my tongue. I was going to like that brad.

"You're perfect for me, Ajay. Not just any man could love a slut like me. Not just any husband would be so understanding when his slut wife fucked other men. Please, Ajay, tell me you'll stay with me and that I'm forgiven for being nasty to you."

"Of course, I forgive you. I love you."

"Oh, Ajay. That makes me so happy! Please. Take me home."

I took her home, to our house. She was glad to be in her own bed. Saturday she slept most of the day. It was Sunday morning before she felt like talking again. She was sitting up as I removed the dishes left from her breakfast in bed.

"Who was the woman you were with?" she asked, her eyes locked onto me intently.

I was afraid she was going to start another scene, but she seemed calm.

"Sonya."

"Sonya? Why she is nowhere near the woman or the slut I am. I was afraid you might have been with someone who would make you want to leave me. I'm not worried about Sonya," she said smugly.

"You don't need to worry about anyone, Madhu. I'll never leave you."

"I know that now. I really shouldn't have said anything. If Mr. Malik told you to do it, I'm glad you did. But, please, Ajay, don't go chasing women. Come to me. I'm the best fuck you could find anyway. And look at the way I look. I'm a fucker's playground now, Ajay, and you're welcome in my sandbox any time."

Madhu did look like a fucker's playground, with those huge tits and that narrow waist, which made her ass look more inviting, and with those piercings everywhere. But it was more than that. She had a look in her eye, a smile on her face, which said, "I want to be fucked now."

I thought it was strange that a woman who fucked anything was upset if her husband had another woman. I didn't need to understand. I needed Madhu to be happy with me. She seemed to be happy, happy with me, herself and Mr. Malik. I wanted to keep her that way.

"I wish we could fuck, but the doctor said I'm off limits until tomorrow. I can give you a hand job if you want. Maybe we can try out this new brad."

She had a happy smile on her face. Her Madhu smile. The one I liked so much.