02-07-2019, 02:28 PM
Madhu was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She was wearing a cheap, loose dress that came to mid thigh. It has a square bodice which her tits, as she called them, overflowed. When I entered, she stood and put her arms around me. "Oh, Ajay. I was afraid you'd left me. You frightened me not coming back. Why didn't you return my phone calls? Please, Ajay, I don't want to lose you!"
"I needed to let you rest," I answered. The truth was I was thinking over what was going on in our lives. That and I spent every available moment having sex with Sonya, which I really enjoyed a lot.
"I'm sorry I was nasty to you, Ajay," she murmured in my ear. "Please forgive me, baby. Please. I love you so very much, and, you really are the perfect husband for me."
She kissed me hard and I felt the brad against my tongue. I was going to like that brad.
"You're perfect for me, Ajay. Not just any man could love a slut like me. Not just any husband would be so understanding when his slut wife fucked other men. Please, Ajay, tell me you'll stay with me and that I'm forgiven for being nasty to you."
"Of course, I forgive you. I love you."
"Oh, Ajay. That makes me so happy! Please. Take me home."
I took her home, to our house. She was glad to be in her own bed. Saturday she slept most of the day. It was Sunday morning before she felt like talking again. She was sitting up as I removed the dishes left from her breakfast in bed.
"Who was the woman you were with?" she asked, her eyes locked onto me intently.
I was afraid she was going to start another scene, but she seemed calm.
"Sonya."
"Sonya? Why she is nowhere near the woman or the slut I am. I was afraid you might have been with someone who would make you want to leave me. I'm not worried about Sonya," she said smugly.
"You don't need to worry about anyone, Madhu. I'll never leave you."
"I know that now. I really shouldn't have said anything. If Mr. Malik told you to do it, I'm glad you did. But, please, Ajay, don't go chasing women. Come to me. I'm the best fuck you could find anyway. And look at the way I look. I'm a fucker's playground now, Ajay, and you're welcome in my sandbox any time."
Madhu did look like a fucker's playground, with those huge tits and that narrow waist, which made her ass look more inviting, and with those piercings everywhere. But it was more than that. She had a look in her eye, a smile on her face, which said, "I want to be fucked now."
I thought it was strange that a woman who fucked anything was upset if her husband had another woman. I didn't need to understand. I needed Madhu to be happy with me. She seemed to be happy, happy with me, herself and Mr. Malik. I wanted to keep her that way.
"I wish we could fuck, but the doctor said I'm off limits until tomorrow. I can give you a hand job if you want. Maybe we can try out this new brad."
She had a happy smile on her face. Her Madhu smile. The one I liked so much.
"Come on. Get your clothes off and lie down. I'll play with you."
When I lay down naked on the bed, she scooted up against me. Those huge tits rested against my chest. She started playing with my cock.
"Let me tell you about the rest of my weekend before the surgery. That's something you always enjoyed."
"I want to hear."
"Where did I leave off? Oh, I remember. That Friday night I spent with Horse and his friends. I told you why they call him Horse. Good lord, that man's well hung! Ajay, before dawn I think I had sex with every man in that retirement home who could get it up. And a few tried and could not do it, but most sure could. It was really fun, you know. Not only did I have a variety of cocks shoved up my pussy for hours on end which any slut would like, they were a bunch of nice guys. Most of those men had never fucked a slut like me. And it had been a long time since they had fucked a woman my age. There were so grateful and sweet with me.
By morning, I was exhausted. They'd fucked me a long time and I only got a couple of hours sleep. I bathed and changed into the clothes Mr. Malik left for me. It was just a top and pair of short shorts. When Mr. Malik arrived, he was peeved to see how tired I was. I guess he understood, however. He took me back to his place and let me sleep the rest of the day.
Oh, Ajay, I love how hard you are. Want to come in my hand?"
"Your mouth."
"I'll try," she said.
She lowered her mouth around my cock. I felt her tongue swishing around. The brad felt great on my cock. I could feel every bump on it. She stopped.
"Ajay, my tongue's still sore. Let me use my hand."
"No. Just play with him while you finish your story."
"Okay. About six, Mr. Malik awakened me. He led me into the shower and turned on the water. I didn't want to get my hair wet, but he had other ideas. And, you know, a good slut always does what her man wants her to do. Not that I had any choice. He shoved my head under the shower and turned off the hot water. God, it was cold! I was shivering, with goose bumps all over me. It was strange. Every place his body touched me, he was so warm compared to the cold water, it felt like I was burning from his touch.
He turned the water to a normal temperature. He lifted me up so my legs were around his waist. I just eased down, letting that big cock of his slide up me. Ajay, it's too bad you are not a woman. You're missing out on the greatest feeling in the world, having a big cock shoved up your cunt. He fucked me there like that. The water was flowing all over us. He was banging my back against the wall. Fucking me. I started to cum, Ajay. It wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm, more like floating and getting electrical shocks which made me twitch and spasm on his cock.
He leaned into me, trapping me against the wall with his cock still in me, and turned off the water. He eased out and pushed me to my knees. He stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked him real good. Soon, he came in my mouth, the hot cum spurting against the roof. I swished it around before I swallowed. He softened there as I continued to suck him.
"I needed to let you rest," I answered. The truth was I was thinking over what was going on in our lives. That and I spent every available moment having sex with Sonya, which I really enjoyed a lot.
"I'm sorry I was nasty to you, Ajay," she murmured in my ear. "Please forgive me, baby. Please. I love you so very much, and, you really are the perfect husband for me."
She kissed me hard and I felt the brad against my tongue. I was going to like that brad.
"You're perfect for me, Ajay. Not just any man could love a slut like me. Not just any husband would be so understanding when his slut wife fucked other men. Please, Ajay, tell me you'll stay with me and that I'm forgiven for being nasty to you."
"Of course, I forgive you. I love you."
"Oh, Ajay. That makes me so happy! Please. Take me home."
I took her home, to our house. She was glad to be in her own bed. Saturday she slept most of the day. It was Sunday morning before she felt like talking again. She was sitting up as I removed the dishes left from her breakfast in bed.
"Who was the woman you were with?" she asked, her eyes locked onto me intently.
I was afraid she was going to start another scene, but she seemed calm.
"Sonya."
"Sonya? Why she is nowhere near the woman or the slut I am. I was afraid you might have been with someone who would make you want to leave me. I'm not worried about Sonya," she said smugly.
"You don't need to worry about anyone, Madhu. I'll never leave you."
"I know that now. I really shouldn't have said anything. If Mr. Malik told you to do it, I'm glad you did. But, please, Ajay, don't go chasing women. Come to me. I'm the best fuck you could find anyway. And look at the way I look. I'm a fucker's playground now, Ajay, and you're welcome in my sandbox any time."
Madhu did look like a fucker's playground, with those huge tits and that narrow waist, which made her ass look more inviting, and with those piercings everywhere. But it was more than that. She had a look in her eye, a smile on her face, which said, "I want to be fucked now."
I thought it was strange that a woman who fucked anything was upset if her husband had another woman. I didn't need to understand. I needed Madhu to be happy with me. She seemed to be happy, happy with me, herself and Mr. Malik. I wanted to keep her that way.
"I wish we could fuck, but the doctor said I'm off limits until tomorrow. I can give you a hand job if you want. Maybe we can try out this new brad."
She had a happy smile on her face. Her Madhu smile. The one I liked so much.
"Come on. Get your clothes off and lie down. I'll play with you."
When I lay down naked on the bed, she scooted up against me. Those huge tits rested against my chest. She started playing with my cock.
"Let me tell you about the rest of my weekend before the surgery. That's something you always enjoyed."
"I want to hear."
"Where did I leave off? Oh, I remember. That Friday night I spent with Horse and his friends. I told you why they call him Horse. Good lord, that man's well hung! Ajay, before dawn I think I had sex with every man in that retirement home who could get it up. And a few tried and could not do it, but most sure could. It was really fun, you know. Not only did I have a variety of cocks shoved up my pussy for hours on end which any slut would like, they were a bunch of nice guys. Most of those men had never fucked a slut like me. And it had been a long time since they had fucked a woman my age. There were so grateful and sweet with me.
By morning, I was exhausted. They'd fucked me a long time and I only got a couple of hours sleep. I bathed and changed into the clothes Mr. Malik left for me. It was just a top and pair of short shorts. When Mr. Malik arrived, he was peeved to see how tired I was. I guess he understood, however. He took me back to his place and let me sleep the rest of the day.
Oh, Ajay, I love how hard you are. Want to come in my hand?"
"Your mouth."
"I'll try," she said.
She lowered her mouth around my cock. I felt her tongue swishing around. The brad felt great on my cock. I could feel every bump on it. She stopped.
"Ajay, my tongue's still sore. Let me use my hand."
"No. Just play with him while you finish your story."
"Okay. About six, Mr. Malik awakened me. He led me into the shower and turned on the water. I didn't want to get my hair wet, but he had other ideas. And, you know, a good slut always does what her man wants her to do. Not that I had any choice. He shoved my head under the shower and turned off the hot water. God, it was cold! I was shivering, with goose bumps all over me. It was strange. Every place his body touched me, he was so warm compared to the cold water, it felt like I was burning from his touch.
He turned the water to a normal temperature. He lifted me up so my legs were around his waist. I just eased down, letting that big cock of his slide up me. Ajay, it's too bad you are not a woman. You're missing out on the greatest feeling in the world, having a big cock shoved up your cunt. He fucked me there like that. The water was flowing all over us. He was banging my back against the wall. Fucking me. I started to cum, Ajay. It wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm, more like floating and getting electrical shocks which made me twitch and spasm on his cock.
He leaned into me, trapping me against the wall with his cock still in me, and turned off the water. He eased out and pushed me to my knees. He stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked him real good. Soon, he came in my mouth, the hot cum spurting against the roof. I swished it around before I swallowed. He softened there as I continued to suck him.
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