Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

[Priyanka98]

I held my wife's hand as I looked down at her face. We had already decided on the children's names depending on who the father was.

"A very healthy, hearty Subarmaniam Khanna has entered the world," I said.

"Subarmaniam? Oh, Ajay. I got my south indian baby. I got my rainbow."

Her eyes closed. The doctor gave her medication and she rested.

The time following was very difficult for my Madhu. She was physically exhausted. She was severely depressed. As happy as she was with her children and with Sonya and me, the loss of Horse weighed heavily on her. I think a large part of it was the way he died, having sex with her.

The doctor had not given her antidepression medication because she was nursing. She sat and looked out the window most of the day. She refused sex and affection. She ate only because Sonya and I insisted it was necessary to have healthy milk for the babies.

Sonya was a Godsend, caring for Madhu and the four babies with tenderness and joy. She was very much a part of our family and Madhu and I both loved her as she loved us.

Madhu loved Horse. She loved him deeply and honestly. That didn't bother me. I knew she loved me, too. Madhu was a slut, but she had a big heart. It was a heart big enough to love more than one man. Or, more than two or three.

I hired a maid to help at the house. Sonya was busy with four children under the age of four and Madhu did little except nurse and rest.

A month after that day Roy, as we called our son, was born, Mr. and Mrs. Malik and Horse Malik' lawyer came to the house. They had asked us to join them downtown, but Madhu wasn't up to it. Graciously, they agreed to come to our house where we all sat in the living room.

"Mrs. Khanna," the lawyer said in measured and well-modulated tones. "Mr. Yusuf Malik thought highly of you. He put you in his will."

"I don't want to be in his will," she answered in a monotone as she stared blankly out the window. "I want to be in his bed with him between my legs. I want to hear his breathing as he lays on me. I want his hands on me and his cock in me. That's what I want."

The lawyer sputtered and his face turned red from Madhu's statement. I saw a tear in Mr. Malik eye.

The lawyer composed himself and continued, "he left you quite a sum of money."

Madhu stared at him, no emotion on her face, her eyes dead.

"Is this about money? Money? I don't want to hear it."

Laboriously, Madhu stood. She kissed me softly on the lips. As she walked toward the door, she stopped by Mr. Malik' chair. She kissed him softly on the lips, as she had kissed me, and exited the room. The lawyer and I were watching Saheen Malik. She showed no emotion from Madhu kissing her husband. Neither of the Malik seemed a bit concerned about Horse leaving part of his wealth to Madhu's darling children. My children, too. The lawyer turned to me.

"Actually, Mr. Khanna, Mr. Malik left the money in trust for your wife. You are the trustee so you'll manage it and distribute the income for her needs. I understand she bore Mr. Malik a child."

"Yes," I replied. "He fathered Colt, our son. Colt is the first of our four children."

"Mr. Malik fathered only the one boy?" the lawyer asked.

"Yes. All four of them have different fathers," I said. He looked aghast.

"Amazing. To continue, Mr. Malik is, I mean, was, an unusual man. The trust document provides after your death and that of Mrs. Khanna, the trust proceeds will be distributed to all your children equally, no matter who the father."

I smiled. Horse loved Madhu as she loved him. He knew what was in her heart, her love for all her children. He let it guide his making of his will. I didn't reply to the lawyer who glared at me impatiently.

"This is a lot of money. Mr. Khanna, we are talking about seven million dollars in blue-chip stocks and bonds," he said.

That was more money than Madhu or I ever imagined. I knew she would gladly give it all up to have Horse back. Madhu was that way. Sweet, loving. She was as loving as she was slutty, and, that's saying a lot. When the business was over, the lawyer left but, Mr. and Mrs. Malik stayed. It was she who broke the silence.

"Mr. Khanna, can I speak with Madhu, and with Sonya?"

"Certainly," I replied, wondering if an explosion of cosmic proportions was imminent. However, she seemed very calm and controlled.

They were in the nursery. Madhu was nursing Roy. Sonya was feeding Padma pablum since they were starting to wean her. Anju was sound asleep in her crib. She was still nursing and I wondered if she had been fed already. We had passed Colt in the living room where he was engrossed in a children's show on TV.

As always when she nursed, Madhu was naked except for the diaper used as a wiping cloth which was across her shoulder. Madhu and Sonya looked up at Mrs. Malik. For a second, they both look frightened and gave Mr. Malik and me a questioning look. Since Mr. Malik appeared unconcerned, so was I. He had been right about a lot of things so far. I suspected he knew his wife.

"May I sit down?" Mrs. Malik asked. Madhu nodded.

Gracefully, she sat. As we all waited for her to speak, I saw the loving and gentle expression on her face as she looked at Madhu.

"I know all about you, Madhu. I know about you being my husband's slut. I know about the club and the bet and the babies. I know about you, too, Sonya." She slowly turned to look at her husband. "And I know about the blonde bimbo in accounting, Asif."

Mr. Malik blushed and shifted from foot to foot nervously.

"I said nothing for two reasons. My husband is a stud, which is the names males gave themselves when they call women sluts for the identical behavior. Like sluts, studs need plenty of sex and they need variety. I'm happy my husband is sexually active. I know he keeps me satisfied."

Mrs. Malik looked away, her eyes sad, seeing some sight in her mind.

"More than that, we lost a child."

Madhu sobbed audibly. Sonya whispered "I'm sorry."

"He died three years before Asif met you, Madhu. I was hoping you could bear him another son. I was very disappointed he has not fathered any of your four."

Madhu looked up at Asif Malik, my boss. She had emotion in her face for the first time in a long time. That emotion was sweetness and caring and, probably, love.

"Why didn't you tell me? You could have fathered them all," she said softly.

He shifted feet again and mumbled as his face turned crimson. He didn't respond before Saheen continued.

"Will you please have another and let Asif father it?"

Madhu was visibly pained. Raj whimpered at her breast as she shifted position.

"I'm so sorry. I truly am. But I have had enough," she said sadly.