Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

Colt had been born in June, Padma in late April, and, Anju in February, of three consecutive years. Madhu was dropping babies every ten or eleven months. Although she was very happy and healthy, the deliveries and her profession tired her. Sonya quit working for Mr. Malik two months before Anju was born. She stayed home to care for the children, allowing Madhu to continue her profession, and me to continue in mine. I'd received some nice promotions in the intervening years. My status and income were significantly higher. So was my work load.

It had been a wonderful, idyllic life. Madhu was eight months pregnant with the fourth child when a tragedy occurred, a tragedy which altered our lives significantly.

I was at the office when the phone rang. It was Madhu. She sounded hysterical.

"Ajay! Ajay! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Ajay. Horse has had a heart attack!"

I broke the news to Mr. Malik, my boss, and Horse's son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Madhu was in the CCU waiting room. Madhu looked terrible and forlorn. Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, was running down her face. Her hair was a fright.

She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a nursing bra, since she had been constantly nursing one child or another for almost four years. It was her intention to nurse each child for two years, so she was still nursing Padma and Anju. Truthfully, she still took Colt to her breasts sometimes, letting the boy share in her bounty. Her milk laden breasts were a EEE.

She was without that bra now. Her breasts were high and firm and huge. Milk was pouring from her. The milk had soaked her blouse which was only a piece of see through cotton. It was running down to her micro-mini-skirt, which was askew.

"Oh, Ajay," she wailed when she saw me. She threw her arms around me and collapsed. I helped her to a seat just as Mr. Malik came in. She was sobbing but trying to hold it in. She was so distraught she couldn't help the tears. We all were distraught.

A young doctor walked out of the unit toward us.

"Are you the family of Yusuf Malik?"

"Yes. I'm his son," my boss replied.

The doctor had not looked at any of us except Madhu. He could not pull his eyes away from those tits of hers. In fact, every man in the waiting room and a good part of the floor staff has taken up positions to stare at Madhu.

She was oblivious to them which told me how distraught she really was. My Madhu, being a true slut, loved to have men stare at her. If she realized they were looking, she would be showing off herself to them.

"Was anyone with him when the heart attack occurred?" the doctor asked.

Madhu nodded as she wiped her tear stained face with a cloth.

"What was he doing?"

"We were fucking," Madhu sobbed in a loud voice.

The waiting room got extremely quiet. I could see men staring at us, mouths open and eyes wide. "You were having sex? I find that hard to believe. Mr. Malik is eighty-four," the doctor said.

Madhu jumped up, her little fists clenched, arms rigid by her side. She screamed in the doctor's face.

"That eighty-four-year-old man is the father of my three-year-old son. He has a cock like a baseball bat. I mean size and hardness. And, he has the heart of a gentle lion. Don't you demean him in my presence!"

Madhu collapsed to the seat again, sobbing audibly. A murmur of voices floated over the waiting room, probably discussions of Madhu's revelation. The doctor was shaken.

"I'm sorry, Miss . . . " the doctor sputtered.