Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

"Oh, Ajay, do you really think that is what I am?"

"Of course."

"You don't think I'm a whore?"

"No."

She smiled again and the tears dried up. She thought about it, her expression changing from sadness through concentration to happiness.

"Ajay. You're right! I'm a professional slut, not a whore. Oh, Ajay, think about it. I'm a pro."

"Well, professional slut, what kind of deal did they make you?"

Mr. Malik had told me what the offer would be, but he told me not to tell Madhu about it. I was waiting for her to tell me and I planned to act surprised when she said it. I really was surprised.

"Ajay, they made me a pathetic offer. So, we negotiated. I mean, I'm going to have five children to support and put through college. They offered a lousy ten thousand a month. Now, let me tell you how it ended up. There are twenty-five men, twenty-four in Mr. Malik' club and Horse. I thought it was so sweet Horse wanted to be included. I really like him."

"I know you do," I said. I knew she liked his big cock as well as his sweetness.

"Anyway, each of them will contribute six hundred dollars a month. For that, they get me three times a month each. They can sign up for extra time at two hundred an hour. Anal sex is two hundred extra each penetration. I figure I will gross, oh, maybe, twenty to twenty-five thousand a month. I have to pay for the townhouse, and the costumes and stuff, and the supplies and things."

"What do you mean by costumes?"

"You know. Fetish clothing, little girl dresses for when they want me to act like a collegegirl, maids uniforms, nurses uniforms, corsets, bondage equipment like ropes and whips. Costumes and stuff."

"I never thought about that."

"That's why I'm the professional here. You know what else? One of them is a car dealer. I ordered a new convertible, which he's selling me at his cost. I can pick it up tomorrow. A slut needs good wheels, Ajay."

She dug her nails into my arms.

"Think about it! We'll be financially secure in just a few years. We can invest all that money for our future, Ajay, yours and mine. And the children. The children's future, too."

Madhu leaned into me and pushed me on my back. She straddled me, resting her pussy on my chest.

"Do you want to eat this cum, Ajay, the cum of the seven fathers?"

"No. I told you that."

"Just offering, in case you changed your mind. Come on."

She hopped off me and went into the bathroom. She got her water glass by the sink and held it under her pussy as she gently removed the comb. Cum plopped out and ran into the glass. When she thought she had it all, she raised the glass, said, "cheers" and drank it down, licking her glass and her lips when she was through.

"This slut does love cum. This slut's tired all of a sudden. Come on. Shower with me."

I took off my clothes and joined her in the shower. She was quiet as I shampooed her head and washed her throughly. She let me dry her hair, which was now squeaky clean. She barely made it to the bed before she was asleep. Before I covered her over, I looked at the bruises on her lips and tits and hips. She had a hard weekend. I was dying to hear about it.