02-07-2019, 02:37 PM
Can they live happily ever after?
Over the next three weeks, our lives were pretty much like any typical American family. I went to work each week day at the office where Mr. Malik was my boss. Madhu went to her job in her townhouse as a professional slut where she'd fuck between two and six of the club members each day. Usually, Sonya had dinner with us. After dinner, the three of us visited and had sex. After Sonya went home, Madhu and I cuddled in bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.
I never imagined my sex life would be this good. I couldn't even believe that Madhu was so hot because before she became my boss' slut, our sex life was mediocre. Not only did I have a world class slut, my wife, in my bed each night, I had Sonya, too. Sonya was sweet, as sweet as my darling Madhu. She was more shy and not as good in bed but, she was still damn good.
Sonya really surprised me in the way she opened up with Madhu. The two of them enjoyed making love, as they called it. I enjoyed watching them, seeing their bodies, smelling them. I knew Sonya wanted no more than the three of us though. She made that very clear. For her, Mr. Malik, Madhu and I were the limit. That was fine, too. Not everyone is a world class slut like my Madhu.
One night Madhu was in the bathroom after dinner. Sonya and I were in the kitchen cleaning up when we heard an ear piercing shriek. Madhu came running into the kitchen wild eyed.
"Blue! Look! Blue!"
She collapsed on the floor and began to sob. Sonya and I ran to her, still unaware of the cause of her anguish.
"My home pregnancy test is blue! I'm pregnant! Pregnant, Ajay. Oh, god, I have waited so long."
The three of us sobbed and held each other, our joy at Madhu's pregnancy more than we could stand.
The next day a test at the doctor confirmed it. Madhu was pregnant. She was pregnant, a child growing in her womb. Of course, we did not know which of the seven men who gambled on her impregnation was the father or what race the baby would be but, we didn't care. Madhu was pregnant. I was so thrilled for her, and so was Sonya.
After Madhu told my boss, Mr. Malik, of her joy, he scheduled a big party for that next Saturday afternoon at his club to celebrate Madhu's pregnancy.
Sonya and I went to the mall when Madhu left in Mr. Malik limo. Madhu was so happy she pranced down the sidewalk and flashed her shaved pussy and pierced pussy at Mr. Gupta before jumping in the car. Poor Mr. Gupta. Madhu did tease him terribly, allowing him only an infrequent blow job to quench the flames she built in him. I just realized that was unfair to Madhu. She wasn't a tease. She was so sexual and slutty that every man who saw her wanted her. That made me proud. Everyone wanted my wife but only Mr. Malik, the men who chose to give her to, and I had her.
Madhu was happy not only because she was pregnant. She was happy because her pregnancy meant she could fuck all twenty-five of the club members without them wearing condoms. She was very excited about that.
"And without condoms. I'm pregnant so they can all splash their cum in me. Oh, Ajay, I do love cum in me," she giggled as she was dressing.
About two months later, Sonya moved in with us. She was a great help to Madhu during her pregnancy. Both Madhu and I enjoyed sex with Sonya. The three of us slept in the big king-sized bed in our bedroom. She was a real member of our family.
For the duration of Madhu's pregnancy, our lives were normal. Until she started her ninth month, Madhu went to work every day just like Sonya and I did.
Madhu delivered a beautiful, healthy baby boy. The timing showed the funnel and comb had done the trick. When I visited the hospital about three days after the baby was born, Madhu was sitting up in bed nursing the baby. We had not named him yet. Her tits were even bigger than they had been and full of rich, thick milk which Mr. Malik, Sonya and I had already sampled. Madhu had enough milk for us all. Madhu was smiling up at me, happiness and sweetness radiating from her. I preferred she watch the baby. I would have hated it if that massive tit crushed him.
"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.
Over the next three weeks, our lives were pretty much like any typical American family. I went to work each week day at the office where Mr. Malik was my boss. Madhu went to her job in her townhouse as a professional slut where she'd fuck between two and six of the club members each day. Usually, Sonya had dinner with us. After dinner, the three of us visited and had sex. After Sonya went home, Madhu and I cuddled in bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.
I never imagined my sex life would be this good. I couldn't even believe that Madhu was so hot because before she became my boss' slut, our sex life was mediocre. Not only did I have a world class slut, my wife, in my bed each night, I had Sonya, too. Sonya was sweet, as sweet as my darling Madhu. She was more shy and not as good in bed but, she was still damn good.
Sonya really surprised me in the way she opened up with Madhu. The two of them enjoyed making love, as they called it. I enjoyed watching them, seeing their bodies, smelling them. I knew Sonya wanted no more than the three of us though. She made that very clear. For her, Mr. Malik, Madhu and I were the limit. That was fine, too. Not everyone is a world class slut like my Madhu.
One night Madhu was in the bathroom after dinner. Sonya and I were in the kitchen cleaning up when we heard an ear piercing shriek. Madhu came running into the kitchen wild eyed.
"Blue! Look! Blue!"
She collapsed on the floor and began to sob. Sonya and I ran to her, still unaware of the cause of her anguish.
"My home pregnancy test is blue! I'm pregnant! Pregnant, Ajay. Oh, god, I have waited so long."
The three of us sobbed and held each other, our joy at Madhu's pregnancy more than we could stand.
The next day a test at the doctor confirmed it. Madhu was pregnant. She was pregnant, a child growing in her womb. Of course, we did not know which of the seven men who gambled on her impregnation was the father or what race the baby would be but, we didn't care. Madhu was pregnant. I was so thrilled for her, and so was Sonya.
After Madhu told my boss, Mr. Malik, of her joy, he scheduled a big party for that next Saturday afternoon at his club to celebrate Madhu's pregnancy.
Sonya and I went to the mall when Madhu left in Mr. Malik limo. Madhu was so happy she pranced down the sidewalk and flashed her shaved pussy and pierced pussy at Mr. Gupta before jumping in the car. Poor Mr. Gupta. Madhu did tease him terribly, allowing him only an infrequent blow job to quench the flames she built in him. I just realized that was unfair to Madhu. She wasn't a tease. She was so sexual and slutty that every man who saw her wanted her. That made me proud. Everyone wanted my wife but only Mr. Malik, the men who chose to give her to, and I had her.
Madhu was happy not only because she was pregnant. She was happy because her pregnancy meant she could fuck all twenty-five of the club members without them wearing condoms. She was very excited about that.
"And without condoms. I'm pregnant so they can all splash their cum in me. Oh, Ajay, I do love cum in me," she giggled as she was dressing.
About two months later, Sonya moved in with us. She was a great help to Madhu during her pregnancy. Both Madhu and I enjoyed sex with Sonya. The three of us slept in the big king-sized bed in our bedroom. She was a real member of our family.
For the duration of Madhu's pregnancy, our lives were normal. Until she started her ninth month, Madhu went to work every day just like Sonya and I did.
Madhu delivered a beautiful, healthy baby boy. The timing showed the funnel and comb had done the trick. When I visited the hospital about three days after the baby was born, Madhu was sitting up in bed nursing the baby. We had not named him yet. Her tits were even bigger than they had been and full of rich, thick milk which Mr. Malik, Sonya and I had already sampled. Madhu had enough milk for us all. Madhu was smiling up at me, happiness and sweetness radiating from her. I preferred she watch the baby. I would have hated it if that massive tit crushed him.
"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.
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