Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

"Hey, my face is up here," she said with a laugh. "Seriously, honey. I want you to have Sonya."

She put the towel down and took my hands in hers. She put my hands on her hips and shoved her pelvis against me.

"Look, Ajay. No one has said anything to me, but I have a gut feeling about this. Ajay, what if Mr. Malik wants me to have sex with a bunch of guys. Will you mind?"

"You had sex with everyone at the old folks' home and I didn't mind."

"I have a feeling he might be thinking of a whole lot, like, maybe, a dozen or so."

I didn't tell her it would be two dozen plus. Mr. Malik asked me to let him surprise her.

"I won't mind. I'll still love you."

"Oh, Ajay. I know I'm the biggest slut in town, maybe in the whole country. I do love being a slut. I can't tell you how much I love it. But I love you so much. I need you to be here for me. I never want to lose you. That's the reason I want you to have Sonya, or, if not her, someone else. I want your sex life to be wonderful, too."

"It'd be wonderful with just you. You're the greatest."

"Thanks, baby. I know I'm the greatest, but a lot of times I'll be fucking someone else, maybe a lot of someone elses. If Sonya's available, well, I want you to go for it," she said.

"Don't worry about it. Did Mr. Malik call? What does he have planned?"

Her eyes lit up like a slot machine.

"Oh, Ajay. I'm so excited! This weekend I get pregnant, and, I get laid until I cannot walk. He'll be here in thirty minutes. He's bringing Sonya with him to spend the weekend with you while I'm fucking your boss and his friends. Don't forget. Eat her pussy. She'll love it. Let me put on my makeup and then I'll show you my dress."

Without talking and with complete concentration, Madhu professionally applied her makeup. Of course, she wore more than she did before she became a slut, my boss' slut. Mr. Malik wanted her to wear more. She slipped red thigh high stockings up her legs. She put on red pumps with six inch heels. They buckled around her ankle, but did not lock.

When she got the dress out of the closet, at first, I thought it was a bikini. It was tiny. It was red and made of nylon and spandex. The top had shoulder straps and a strap which ran behind her back. It was a pullover, sleeveless. It covered her breasts and stopped. When she put it on, I was reminded of packing sausage. It was that tight, hugging her breasts perfectly. She looked more naked than if she had been naked.

The skirt was as revealing. She wiggled it up her body and over her hips. She held her breath as I zipped it. When she was standing, you could see about a half inch of bare skin below the skirt and above the stockings. The waist of the skirt dipped in front coming to a "v" which pointed straight down between her legs, with the point of the "v" where hair would have been had she hadn't been shaved. Her jewelry which said slut and hung from her pierced navel was the only thing she wore between her breasts and her skirt.

She was prancing, almost out of control. She was like a horse ready for a parade. And, boy, did she look good!

The doorbell rang. She squealed and ran to open the door. She jumped into Mr. Malik arms on the front porch, threw her legs around him and kissed him with all she had. I glanced around for the neighbors. Mr. Gupta was watering his flowers again, watching Madhu as intently as he could.

"Easy, Madhu," Mr. Malik said. She held on like a leech as he walked in. Sonya was right behind them.

"Sonya!" Madhu said. Sonya looked startled.

"Thank you for being with Ajay while I'm with Mr. Malik. I really appreciate it," Madhu said. She sounded sincere. Sonya looked as if she couldn't believe it. "Now, take good care of him for me!"

"Sure, Madhu," Sonya replied, still acting as if she could not believe Madhu.