Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

She released his hands and Mr. Gupta kept massaging her tits. He looked like he couldn't believe where his hands were and had absolutely no control over them. Madhu slipped her hands to his crotch and massaged his cock through his pants.

"Nice cock, Mr. Gupta," she said sensually. "If you come in your pants for me, tomorrow I'll give you a blow job. I'll let you play with my tits all you want to while you come in my mouth. You'll love doing that, won't you? Come on, Mr. Gupta, come in your pants for me."

I could tell by his face he could not hold back. He jerked and groaned.

"Oh, that's a good boy," she murmured as her hands flew back and forth. "Now, come over at nine in the morning for your blow job from the best slut in the country. Don't be late."

She kissed him softly and pushed him out the door. I looked through the peephole. Mr. Gupta, stunned and frozen, stood facing the closed door. His hands were still raised, fingers open as they had been when he played with Madhu's tits.

Madhu grinned at me and took my hand to lead me into the bathroom. She stopped by the bed, kissed me again and put my hand on her pussy. I could feel the golden comb.

"Do you know what's in my pussy, Ajay?"

"No."

"Cum. The cum of seven men. Five of those seven will be the fathers of your children. Your children, Ajay. And mine. Five little babies for us to raise as our own. Ajay, you better sit down."

She held my hands as we sat side by side on the bed. When she smiled, I could see flakes of white, dried cum, break off and float away.

"Ajay, seven men put their seed in me to get me pregnant. They're not all white. Ajay, I don't care. Do you?"

"No. Mr. Malik told me the plan to get you pregnant."

"And you don't mind? Thank God, Ajay, because I love his plan. I love the idea that I'll have children that don't look like you, not even of your race. I love that all of my children will have different fathers. I mean, this is definitely world class slut. I was afraid you'd object."

"Don't be afraid. I just want them to all be healthy."

She gave me a big grin, but her eyes were clouded. She had something else to tell me and she was afraid of my response.

"That's not all, Ajay. I'm going to be a whore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they want me to quit teaching and let all of them fuck me. There are twenty-five of them, Ajay. Twenty-five hard cocks to keep my sweet pussy filled. I like thinking of you and twenty-five other men to keep me satisfied. But they're going to pay me. That makes me a whore."

Tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, leaving wet tracks in the dried cum she wore as slut makeup. Her lower lip began to quiver like it always did when she was going to cry.

"Ajay," she said in a timid, tiny voice. "I don't want to be a whore. I want to be a slut."

"Madhu!" The sharp edge to my voice seized her attention. "You're not a whore. You're a professional slut. Think about it. Everyone knows a professional is better than an amateur, in any endeavor, like baseball, or tennis, or skating. You're not going to be on the street soliciting. You're not going to have sex with just anyone. You have a full time career as private slut to a club of wealthy men. You're being rewarded for being the best slut in the world. You're a professional slut."