Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

"Ajay, I've decided on a name for him. I call going to name him Ajay Khanna, Jr., after you."

While I was honored my wife wanted another man's baby to have my name, I had other plans.

"No, Madhu. We're going to name him and the others after their fathers, whoever they may be."

"Oh, Ajay. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I like that, Ajay. It's so slutty. We'll always think of the father when we call our child's name. But I want to name him now and we don't know his father yet."

"Yes, we do. The DNA tests came back today."

She jerked, which squeezed a breast, I mean tit, which forced a surge of milk down the baby, which made him choke. She patted his back lovingly and returned him to his meal.

"Who is it?" she asked excitedly.

"His father is Mohhamad Yusuf Malik."

"Horse? Horse! Oh, Ajay, how wonderful. I was praying Horse would father the first one. Can we call the baby Charlie?"

"No, Madhu. Let's call him Colt."

"Oh, Ajay. That's perfect. Colt. Little Colt, sired by Horse. Darling, little, baby, Colt."

She lovingly stroked the man-child heartily nursing as her massive teat, her face with the radiance of a mother, the happy mother she was. She looked up at me. A sexy smile crossed her face.

"If he's hung like his father, we'll have to call him Stallion when he's grown."

I knew my Madhu loved Ysuf Malik' big cock. I knew of the twenty-five men fucking her (twenty-six if you include me), Horse's cock was the biggest. That's why he was called Horse. Madhu and Horse had a very special relationship that extended beyond sex. I think they loved each other.

Madhu glanced up with a devilish expression in her eye.

"If he's hung like his father, I think his mother will have to introduce him to sex."

I gasped. "Are you joking?"

"No. Mothers need to teach and help their children, don't they? I'll introduce them all, boys and girls. Ajay, none of them could have a better teacher than I am. I mean, I'm a teacher and a slut. Who better to teach sex ed?"

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The little glimmer in her eye made me believe she was teasing, but something about the way she said it made me think she was serious. I had years to think about that.

Horse was so overjoyed at the baby being his, he wept. His son and my boss, Mr. Malik, seemed very happy, too. It occurred to me that Colt was my boss' brother, or half brother anyway. I wondered how he felt about Madhu bringing his brother into the world rather than his son. If it bothered him, he never showed it.

The next year, and the one after it, produced the same cycle. Madhu would be fertilized by the men making the bet, six the second year, five the third, since the winner of the previous year's bet dropped out of the process. Madhu would get pregnant. We all continued our work routines.

The second child was Padma Basu Khanna, named by Mr. Basu, who won the bet that year, after his grandmother, bengoli lady.

The third was Anjana Mehta Khanna, named for two lovely Punjabi ladies, the grandmothers of Mr. Mehta, the child's father. After the winner was announced, Mr. Mehta arrived at the hospital with his wife, five children by her and our baby's two namesakes to bless and welcome the new arrival.

No man ever had two such beautiful, happy, healthy and wonderful daughters as I did. And none had such a fine son as Colt.