Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

"Mrs. Khanna. Madhu Khanna. I'm Ajay Khanna, her husband," I interrupted.

The doctor looked stunned. The murmurs started again.

"Mrs. Khanna. I meant nothing derogatory. Can you tell me, did he give any indication of the attack? Did he say anything that might help us?"

"Oh, oh. Poor Horse. He said real loudly 'Oh, God. I'm coming.' I though he was having an orgasm. I didn't know he meant he was going to Heaven."

Madhu broke down again, sobbing pitifully. Everyone who had heard her was motionless and speechless.

"How is my father?" Mr. Malik intervened.

"Touch and go," the doctor replied. "I'll keep you informed."

The doctor turned to leave, stopped and turned back, staring at Madhu again. Mr. Malik went to his side.

"If he was having sex with her, I'm surprised your father has lived this long. She looks like she's woman enough to kill any man."

My boss replied, "I feel that way every time I fuck her."

The doctor's mouth flew open as he stared at my boss. He shivered. I could see his pants were tented. He was mumbling to himself as he disappeared back into CCU.

Over the next thirty minutes, other people arrived. Sonya came. It took her some time to find a baby sitter. Saheen Malik. Mr. Malik wife, and Mrs. Fareeda, Mr. Malik sister, arrived together. Saheen was a tall, elegant, classy looking women. She was very beautiful and well shaped. I wondered how she was in bed. If Saheen knew about Madhu or Sonya, it didn't show. She evidenced no hostility at all to my wife and my girlfriend, both of whom were her husband's sluts.

Then, the young doctor came out. He looked tired and drawn. Walking directly to Madhu, he said, "Mrs. Khanna, Mr. Malik is asking for you." He led Madhu into the CCU. The rest of us followed.

Horse lay dying, tubes and electrical contacts attached to every part of his body. His eyes were closed. Mr. Malik pushed through the crowd to stand by his father's head. His sister was right with him. Madhu stood where Horse could see her.

Horse's eyes fluttered and he looked at us. Mr. Malik leaned his ear to his father's mouth as the old man tried to speak. As Mr. Malik turned to speak to Madhu, he stood back and moved his sister out of the way.

"Take off your blouse, Madhu. He wants to see your tits."

Madhu's tears started flowing again as she quickly undid the two buttons of her blouse which were attached. She ripped off the blouse and dropped it to the floor. A male nurse groaned. A female nurse whimpered.

Madhu took Horse's hand and held it to her milk filled breast, both her hands over his.

"Please don't die. I love you. I love you, Horse. Don't leave me," she sobbed.

Horse's hand squeezed and milk shot everywhere, rich and thick and full of life. The milk was still flowing down his fist clenched on her breast when the heart monitor alarm sounded.

Doctors and nurses rushed to assist Horse. Madhu fell to the floor and shrieked.

"Help me, Ajay. My baby's coming," she screamed.

One spirit departs. Another spirit arrives.

Fortunately, we were in a hospital. The baby was a month premature and came very quickly. The CCU room doctors decided to deliver there. Horse, dead now, was on the other side of a room separator. I was by Madhu's side as the baby entered this world. The doctor and nurses assisting looked shocked and fearful, as if expecting a confrontation. They held the baby up so I could see.