Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

"I like your changes, too, Ajay. I like you being rough with me. I like you being a man for a change. No!"

That no was in response to the very hard squeeze I made across the welt on her thigh top. I squeezed until tears came to her eyes and she sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Ajay. I didn't mean to put you down," she whimpered.

I moved my hand to stroke up and down the lips of her pussy. The rings felt strange and I wondered what Mr. Malik had in mind. Madhu continued to stare at me, as if she were seeing me for the first time.

"Ajay, how long am I going to share you with Sonya?"

"Until Mr. Malik and I decide otherwise."

"Ajay, what if we went back to like we were? I mean, after Mr. Malik gets me pregnant."

"No, Madhu. You're a slut. You're his slut and my slut. Sonya is his slut and my slut. But, most importantly, you're my wife."

She was squirming to get under me.

"You really don't mind me being a slut?"

"No. I like it. I'm looking forward to raising our children."

"Ajay, please, would you fuck me?" she murmured.

I slipped between Madhu's legs. It was the first time I mounted her since surgery. I could really tell the changes, and I liked them. I thought Mr. Malik sure knows what he is doing. I didn't even think about pleasing Madhu, or lasting long enough to make her cum. But I did.

"Ajay. Ajay! Oh, yes! God, yes!" she screamed when she orgasmed.

I was so use to have her calling Mr. Malik name when she came, her calling my name surprised me. It was a very pleasant surprise.

"I came from your cock, Ajay. Your cock! It felt so good. Ajay, just hold me. Please. Let this big titted slut sleep in your arms tonight."

Sonya was with Mr. Malik Monday and Tuesday night. Tuesday night Madhu got on her knees and begged me not to keep my relationship with Sonya. She promised she would make me the happiest man in the world if it were just she and I. I told her I'd think about it.

Wednesday when I talked to Mr. Malik, he told me to keep Sonya. The competition was good for Madhu. I was doing all right following Mr. Malik orders. I told Madhu Sonya was my slut, too, and that's the way it would stay. We fucked long and hard.

As Madhu healed, and as she spent more days with the vibrator, it seemed her orgasms increased exponentially. She could orgasm so much more easily now. And she loved to orgasm. By the end of the third week, she orgasmed every time I had sex with her. They were real, positive, strong orgasms.

Mr. Malik and I had talked. He had changed his mind about the whippings every day, but I still whipped her twice a week so she would remember what it felt like. Never once did I have to whip her for demeaning me. That's what pleased me.

Yes. Me. Ajay. I made my wife cum every time I fucked her.

On Tuesday, Mr. Malik called me into his office.

"Well, Ajay. Friday's the big day. She'll spend the weekend with the seven of us."

"She's so excited. Mr. Malik, she's a bit hurt you haven't contacted her."