Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

Saturday morning, Sonya made breakfast. After we ate, I bound Madhu hand and foot while Sonya and I went to the mall. She would have been screaming curses at me, I know, if I hadn't gagged her, too.

When we got back from the mall, Madhu was more angry then ever. I kept her gagged. I didn't want or need her abuse. Without Sonya's help, I wrestled Madhu until I tied her to the bed. Her legs were spread as wide as I could get them and tied above her head to the headboard. Then, I whipped the inside of her thighs six times on each thigh, leaving a series of beautiful, raised, red parallel welts, each of which brought a scream clearly audible through the gag. The last two swats went on her crotch, one on each side of her pussy. She pissed all over herself.

Sonya made the mistake of saying, "The bitch deserves it." She was tied the same way and received three of each side, but none across her crotch. I considered not even whipping her because she was correct, the bitch did deserve it. However, I didn't want her to think she could get away with anything.

I played with and ate and fucked and caressed Sonya all weekend. I never touched Madhu. Madhu sucked down every drop of cum I shot, all via Sonya's pussy grinding into her mouth.

It might have been the most important weekend of my life. No. It was the most important.

Sonya went home about six on Sunday night. I unbound Madhu for the first time. My heart was in my throat. I'd been very demanding and very rough on Madhu all weekend. I'd ignored her, making her watch while I fucked another woman. I'd whipped her feet so hard she still couldn't stand and whipped the inside of her thighs hard enough so the stripes showed after thirty-six hours.

You could say it was a weekend like none other I ever had. You could also say I had a lot more pride in myself at that point.

Madhu sat on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under her. She watched me intently. But it was the way she watched me which was important. She looked shy and submissive. She looked sweet. She still looked like a slut, but with those tits, seven rings in her crotch and a sign hanging from her navel which said "slut," what would you expect her to look like?

"Ajay, do you still love me?" she asked so softly I could barely hear her.

"What do you think?"

"I think you do. But you've been really rough with me this weekend. You whipped me. You had another woman in my bed. That's okay. I mean, you are the man of the house and if you want to fuck another woman, I understand. And I was a bitch. I did deserve the whipping. But, Ajay, well, I want some attention, too."

"Come here, Madhu."

As Madhu slipped over beside me, I pulled her hair to roll her over on her back. I leaned against her, feeling her breasts against me. I put my hand on the inside of her thigh, feeling the welt. She gasped and put her hands on my wrist to push me away. I grabbed the flesh to squeeze harder.

"Madhu, put your hands under your ass, and leave them there."

She blinked rapidly, but hurried to comply.

"What has gotten into you?" she whispered.

"I'm not a wimp. I'm a man who loves his wife and wants to see her happy. But, every time you put me down, I'm going to punish you."

"Ajay, you're so changed." It was said was admiration.

"You've changed, too. I like the changes in you. I like you being a slut, but you have two men to please as a slut, Mr. Malik and me. Never forget me, Madhu."

It seemed an hour as we just looked at each other. A million times, I almost let go of her tenderized thigh or begged her forgiveness, but I kept saying to myself: be tough, Mr. Malik would be tough. You know, I liked thinking like Mr. Malik.