21-07-2019, 03:31 PM
Both," I answered honestly, and it was. I liked the idea of him fucking her. I was anxiously awaiting her bloated belly, fat from his child, or maybe from another man's child. He had said she would get pregnant from at least one of his friends.
She smiled at me but it was a cunning smile, a demanding smile.
"You like him fucking me, don't you?"
"Yes. I told you that."
She sighed. "I just wish you had told me earlier. I could have been getting this good fucking years ago."
"Come here, you," she said with a smile. "I am not going to leave you that way. I do not want Mr. Malik to think I am not taking care of my husband."
I walked the two steps to her. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants and yanked down by jockeys.
"Oh, you are hard. Let your boss' slut take care of that for you."
She wrapped her lips around my cock, slurping nosily, her tongue active, the pressure magnificent. I could not help myself. I shot into her hot mouth.
"Oh, Ajay, you do come quickly, don't you? That is another reason I am his slut. He lasts all night. Let's do it again. I did not even break a sweat."
She kept sucking on me. I felt my cock harden again. Her head was a blur as she worked back and forth on me, back and forth. Oh, God, it felt good, so good. She would never even touch my cock before, now here she was blowing me like a world champion whore, all thanks to my boss, to Mr. Malik. Finally, I shot in her mouth again. She let me soften there, sucking all the cum from me. When she pulled away, I looked down. My cock was red, bright red, covered in her lipstick.
"Much better. Now, Ajay, I want you to beat off at least three times Sunday afternoon before I get home. That way, you can last longer. Okay?"
"Sure, Madhu," I whispered as I rested against the counter.
"Now, move. I need to get my shoes."
She opened a new shoe box and removed a shoe. It was brushed satin, soft and furry looking. It was black and the heel was very high.
"How high is that?" I asked.
"Six inches. I hope I can wear them all right."
She pointed her sexy toes, tightening the muscles of her leg. Madhu has sexy legs, not thin like some models but muscular with smaller ankles. She slipped the shoe on and fastened a strap around her ankle. Rummaging through the box, she removed a small lock, the kind on some suitcases with the tiny key. She slipped the lock hasp through the tiny hole in the ankle buckle and pushed it shut with a click. I saw her shudder. She rummaged through the shoe box again.
"I can't find the keys. I hope he has them," she said, as she started putting on the other shoe.
When she stood, I had to admire her legs and ass. The six inch heels shaped them wonderfully. I could still see two faint red lines across her ass and another across her upper thigh where he had whipped her Thursday. She turned to admire herself in the mirror.
"Nice," she whispered under her breath. Yes, it was nice and more. It was sexy as hell.
She walked to her closet, the high heels making her sway very invitingly. In a moment, she slipped on her dress. It was black, with a deep V to her waist. It had one snap, a large gold clamp at her waist which held the two sides together. The dress fit a little loosely on top, allowing people at the to view her entire breast if they saw her from the right angle. And, when she walked, the two pieces below opened. She was going to have to be very careful or her pussy would be revealed with each step.
But that is what he wanted I am sure. He wanted her pussy flashing every time she moved. Could you see the ring? Yes. There it was, with that step. Her bald pussy, freshly shaven by her just now, with its gold ring glistening.
She looked so good and I wanted to take her there again. She saw my expression.
"Not enough time, honey. He will be here any minute."
She opened a package from a large department store. Inside were gold bracelets, six for each wrist. They would hang loosely and jangly. We heard the doorbell ring and I ran to answer it.
"Come in, Mr. Malik."
"Hello, Ajay, Is my slut ready?"
"Here I am," she said, bouncing towards the him, the dress revealing her pussy with each long, sexy stride she took. His eyes got hot when he saw her shaven snatch. She kissed, standing on one foot, the other raised, as the raised her head to him. I saw his tongue go into her mouth. Fortunately, she had used mouthwash after the swallowed my cum. I did not mind taking another man's cum from her, but I bet Mr. Malik would mind.
"You look stunning, Madhu," he said.
"Thank you, kind sir," she replied coquettishly.
He pulled a jeweler's box from his pocket, opened it and withdrew a gold necklace. It was a chain about two inches wide. It looked like a heavy chain that would be used on a dog except in gold instead of steel. It had a small diamond hanging from it.
"Turn around," he said. He fastened the necklace around her neck. It was a choker, fitting tightly.
Madhu looked at me as her back was to him. She was so hot, so sluttish, so wanting sex. I had never seen her like that. I was so happy for her and for me. Mr. Malik took her arm and walked her to the door.
As they exited towards his limo, he turned to me and said, "Ajay. Call the school and tell them there has been a death in the family and Madhu will be out all next week. She will not feel like working. Have a good weekend."
"You, too," I replied as he escorted my slut wife away. She never looked back at me as I stared at her swishing ass under her flimsy and expensive dress.
It was a long weekend. The house was so quiet, the day so empty. I could not get her out of my mind. What was she doing at that second? Was she fucking him? Did he have her bent over a chair? On her back? Or, was it someone else? Who? A friend? A business associate? Maybe, it was someone from the office, someone I knew. Maybe?
I beat off, taking my smallish cock in my own hand. I used cooking oil once, salad oil, then hand lotion. I was going to be an expert on lubricants and beating off by the time she returned.
Where were they now? At his house? A party? My mind was going crazy.
Where? Who?
It was six o'clock on Sunday evening when I saw his limo drive up in front. I opened the door and stood waiting, waiting for her to walk out of it and come to me! Waiting to her about what had happened! Waiting for my slut wife to tell me how she had been used!
The limo door opened . . .
Next : Madhu meets the boss' father.
I saw my slut wife's pretty foot, still wearing the six inch-heeled shoe with the ankle strap securely locked, extend through the open limo door. Then, her leg. Wait! He pulled her back into the limo. They closed the door.
What was happening? What were they doing?
Was he going to fuck her right there? With the driver able to see and hear them, with all the neighbors watching on this Sunday evening?
There was Mr. Gupta across the street watering his flowers. He was watching the limo, watching from the corner of his eye. Did he know his sweet little neighbor, Madhu, the pretty school teacher, was going to be fucked inside that big car with its black windows?
I waited. My cock was so hard in my pants, so hard. I had beat off just an hour ago, beat off like she told me to do so I could last longer for her.
Was the limo moving? Did I see it rock gently? Were they fucking in there? Maybe she was sucking his cock, her sweet lips with their bright red lipstick wrapped around his huge cock? Moving back and forth. Maybe, up her ass again. She had loved that, loved it when I watched my boss fuck my wife's ass. She was tied over the desk in his office then. Oh, how I wished I could be inside that limo watching them!
How long would they make me wait? How long? I have never seen the second hand on my watch move so slowly. What could I do? I had to wait, wait at the door watching the black limo parked in front of my house. Wondering.
The door is opening again. Yes.
Mr. Malik stepped out of the limousine. I could not see her, see Madhu, his slut, my wife. It had been since Friday and now it was Sunday night. She had been with him all weekend.
What had happened?
Mr. Malik looked perfectly groomed and dressed as if he just stepped from a shower. He bent over to help someone from the limo. I saw her foot again. I saw her leg, the hem of her dress. Ah! There she was. Oh, my. Madhu looked well fucked. I opened the house door and ran down the sidewalk towards them. She saw me coming and smiled. She was exhausted. As I got closer, I could see the white stains on her face and dress. I was beside her now, slipping my behind her back to support her.
"She has had a rough weekend, Ajay. And, this week will be tough."
He stuffed a piece of paper in my pocket.
"Have her there at six in the morning. Do not be late. Then, when they say you can leave, come to my office."
"Yes, sir."
"Goodbye, slut," Mr. Malik said to my wife.
He kissed her hard, one hand on the nape of her neck. I saw the other go through the opening of her dress. He was playing with her pussy. Right here in broad daylight on Sunday evening with all the neighbors home, my boss was playing with his slut's pussy. With my wife's pussy. I quickly glanced around to see if any neighbors were watching.
Was Mr. Gupta the only one watching as he played with her pussy? Mr. Gupta watching as he watered his flowers. Did he have a hard on? Was his cock bursting in his pants as mine was?
"I had a wonderful time, Mr. Malik," she said, although it was said gasping as if she were in pain.
"Good. We will do it again in a few weeks. Goodbye."
He jumped in the limo and left us there. The dress had fallen open. Could anyone see her? She her nakedness? She the cum on her thigh? Her clit ring glistening with wetness? Madhu looked at me and blushed. Ashamedly, she held the dress around her, looking down.
"Please, Ajay, I hurt. Will you carry me in?" she said very softly.
I lifted her in my arms, carrying her into the house, to our bedroom where I gently set her down on the bed. She fumbled through her purse and handed me a tiny key.
"Take the shoes off, Ajay, please. They have not been off all weekend. My feet are killing me."
I unfastened the tiny lock and undid the buckle. Her feet were swollen.
"Oh, migod, that hurts," she moaned as I pulled the left shoe off her. I started to massage her foot. "No. Get the other one off," she whimpered. When both shoes were off, she fell back on the bed. Her feet were swollen and puffy. I began to rub them.
"That feels so good," she moaned.
Her dress was open all the way, leaving her naked in front of me. Her pussy was bruised, the lips still swollen. As I looked at it, white cum oozed slowly from her and slid down the crack of her ass. She extended one of her long, red tipped, finger nails and plucked the cum from her dripping cunt. I watched as she brought her hand over her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, waiting, waiting for his cum to drop.
Slowly, the drop fell into her open mouth, like nectar falling from a spoon to a waiting babe. She stuck her finger in her mouth, slurping loudly to clean it.
"I love the taste of cum," she sighed contentedly.
"Madhu, what happened?"
"Oh, Ajay, I will tell you all about it later. Go draw me a real hot bath and get me a drink, will you, please?"
As I stood, she stuck two fingers up her pussy, swishing them around. Again, she took the cum to her wanting mouth, licking herself clean, taking in all the cum my boss had left in her willing pussy. When I returned from getting her drink and drawing the bath water, she was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"My feet hurt. Please, help me." I carried her into the bathroom, sitting her on the edge of the tub.
"Oh, oh, oh, that feels so good," she groaned as she slid into the steaming water.
I was hard as a rock, my cock throbbing in my pants. What had happened to her? What had they done? I had seen her thighs. What had happened to them? And, now, as she lay back in the tub, I could see her breasts, her stomach. Oh, Madhu had a hard weekend! But, had she liked it? Was she still happy being my boss' slut? I needed to know!
The dried cum on her face was softening from the steaming water. Her makeup was starting to run. I knew I had to have a picture. I ran for our camera. She looked so slutty with cum and eyeliner dirtying her face, I just had to have a picture.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You look so slutty. I wanted a picture."
She laughed. "Ajay, they made videos of this weekend. You can look at your boss' slut all you want."
She finished her bourbon and coke and handed me the glass, asking for another. When I returned, she learned forward.
"Kiss for your boss' slut?"
I kissed her. I could taste the cum, his cum, in her kiss. It was the cum she had taken from her swollen cunt just before she got in the bath.
"Did you beat off like I told you to?" she asked, watching me intently.
I felt the blush rise in my face and my cock twitch in my pants.
"Yes."
"How many times?"
"Ten."
"Ten. Wow, good for you. Next time, Ajay, I want you to beat off into a glass and save it for me. I want to drink your cum when I get home. Your cum, Ajay, yours, the cum you shot thinking of your slutty wife fucking your boss. Oh, Ajay, think of it. As I am fucking your boss, taking his big cock deep in me, you are beating off into a glass. So, really two men are giving me their cum to drink. Oh, how deliciously slutty!"
"All right. I will save it next time."
"Good. Now let me rest in the water a while and then I will tell you about my weekend," she said with a tired smile.
I sat on the stool and waited. Soon, she finished her drink, asked for another refill and lathered the wash cloth. Leisurely, she began rubbing her breasts. I saw her wince when the cloth rubbed the blue spot.
"Do my hair, please, Ajay," she asked softly.
I kneeled on the floor beside the tub. After pouring shampoo on her silky hair, I began to rub, building a lather, scrubbing her hair clean for her, for Madhu, my wife. Slowly, I rubbed, the lather, rich and sweet smelling, oozing between my fingers, sliding her smooth back in white globs. Globs, soft and wet, sliding down her silky skin. Just as his cum had slid down her face, her breasts, like big globs of cum.
Then, she pulled the stopper and the tub started to drain. She stood and pulled the shower curtain, leaving me still kneeling by the tub. I heard the shower go on as she rinsed herself, rinsing away the grime and the cum. Shower off, she reached for a towel and I handed it to her.
Did she know how I ached, how my dick hurt and my balls? Did she know how much I wanted her? Why was she making me wait?
"Honey, why are you making me wait?"
She ripped back the shower curtain. Her eyes were blazing, her face red, the muscles in her throat corded.
"If you were a real man, you would not let make you wait. You would take me when you wanted me. But, if you were a real man, I would not be a slut just so I can have a child. You made me a slut, you short dicked wimp! Now, get out of my bathroom!"
"Madhu?"
"Get out!"
I left, of course. Why was she so angry at me? She loved it. She said so. She said she loved being Mr. Malik' slut. She could have a child other ways. But she could not have him other ways. Why was she mad at me? I was supportive, helping her. Why?
In a few minutes, the bathroom door opened. She looked sad as she sat on the bed by me.
"I am sorry. It is not your fault you are sterile. Come on. Let me suck your cock."
"No, Madhu."
"Come on, please. Let me suck him and then I will tell you all about my weekend."
My slut wife slipped to her knees beside the bed. She pulled me up, wiggling my pants and shorts off me. She pushed me back on the bed and wrapped her lips around my cock. Back and forth, Her mouth was so warm. Back and forth. Wet, the pressure devine. Back and no. No. Oh, oh. I could not help it. It felt so good, so good to have her hot mouth on my cock. She was sitting back now, licking cum from her lips.
"See, honey. That is why I want a man who can last. Now, let me tell you what happened."
She got up on the bed beside me, legs crossed and started to talk. Her eyes were alive. The whiskey and her bath had rejuvenated her.
"Well, you were there when he picked me up. The limo was plush, Ajay. It had a bar and everything, much nicer than anything we could afford. He handed me a single red rose.
'For a lovely lady,' he said.
'Oh, thank you, Asif,' I replied.
Ajay, he got mad. Real mad. He did not say anything but his eyes told me. He put his hand on my leg, right there, on the knee. His fingers slowly started walking up my leg. It felt like a spider on my leg. You know how I hate spiders. I wanted to brush it off, or shake it off, but I was afraid of him, afraid of what he was going to do to me.
"Why are you angry?" I gasped out at him.
'You may never call me by my first name, slut. Do you understand?'
'Yes, sir, but.'
'But nothing, slut.'
His hand kept moving up my leg. I flinched, jerking my legs shut, trapping his hand. Oh, Ajay, he did not like that. That is when he did this."
She pointed to a dark, purple-blue, ugly bruise on her thigh. I could see where a nail had dug into her flesh, tearing it.
She smiled at me but it was a cunning smile, a demanding smile.
"You like him fucking me, don't you?"
"Yes. I told you that."
She sighed. "I just wish you had told me earlier. I could have been getting this good fucking years ago."
"Come here, you," she said with a smile. "I am not going to leave you that way. I do not want Mr. Malik to think I am not taking care of my husband."
I walked the two steps to her. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants and yanked down by jockeys.
"Oh, you are hard. Let your boss' slut take care of that for you."
She wrapped her lips around my cock, slurping nosily, her tongue active, the pressure magnificent. I could not help myself. I shot into her hot mouth.
"Oh, Ajay, you do come quickly, don't you? That is another reason I am his slut. He lasts all night. Let's do it again. I did not even break a sweat."
She kept sucking on me. I felt my cock harden again. Her head was a blur as she worked back and forth on me, back and forth. Oh, God, it felt good, so good. She would never even touch my cock before, now here she was blowing me like a world champion whore, all thanks to my boss, to Mr. Malik. Finally, I shot in her mouth again. She let me soften there, sucking all the cum from me. When she pulled away, I looked down. My cock was red, bright red, covered in her lipstick.
"Much better. Now, Ajay, I want you to beat off at least three times Sunday afternoon before I get home. That way, you can last longer. Okay?"
"Sure, Madhu," I whispered as I rested against the counter.
"Now, move. I need to get my shoes."
She opened a new shoe box and removed a shoe. It was brushed satin, soft and furry looking. It was black and the heel was very high.
"How high is that?" I asked.
"Six inches. I hope I can wear them all right."
She pointed her sexy toes, tightening the muscles of her leg. Madhu has sexy legs, not thin like some models but muscular with smaller ankles. She slipped the shoe on and fastened a strap around her ankle. Rummaging through the box, she removed a small lock, the kind on some suitcases with the tiny key. She slipped the lock hasp through the tiny hole in the ankle buckle and pushed it shut with a click. I saw her shudder. She rummaged through the shoe box again.
"I can't find the keys. I hope he has them," she said, as she started putting on the other shoe.
When she stood, I had to admire her legs and ass. The six inch heels shaped them wonderfully. I could still see two faint red lines across her ass and another across her upper thigh where he had whipped her Thursday. She turned to admire herself in the mirror.
"Nice," she whispered under her breath. Yes, it was nice and more. It was sexy as hell.
She walked to her closet, the high heels making her sway very invitingly. In a moment, she slipped on her dress. It was black, with a deep V to her waist. It had one snap, a large gold clamp at her waist which held the two sides together. The dress fit a little loosely on top, allowing people at the to view her entire breast if they saw her from the right angle. And, when she walked, the two pieces below opened. She was going to have to be very careful or her pussy would be revealed with each step.
But that is what he wanted I am sure. He wanted her pussy flashing every time she moved. Could you see the ring? Yes. There it was, with that step. Her bald pussy, freshly shaven by her just now, with its gold ring glistening.
She looked so good and I wanted to take her there again. She saw my expression.
"Not enough time, honey. He will be here any minute."
She opened a package from a large department store. Inside were gold bracelets, six for each wrist. They would hang loosely and jangly. We heard the doorbell ring and I ran to answer it.
"Come in, Mr. Malik."
"Hello, Ajay, Is my slut ready?"
"Here I am," she said, bouncing towards the him, the dress revealing her pussy with each long, sexy stride she took. His eyes got hot when he saw her shaven snatch. She kissed, standing on one foot, the other raised, as the raised her head to him. I saw his tongue go into her mouth. Fortunately, she had used mouthwash after the swallowed my cum. I did not mind taking another man's cum from her, but I bet Mr. Malik would mind.
"You look stunning, Madhu," he said.
"Thank you, kind sir," she replied coquettishly.
He pulled a jeweler's box from his pocket, opened it and withdrew a gold necklace. It was a chain about two inches wide. It looked like a heavy chain that would be used on a dog except in gold instead of steel. It had a small diamond hanging from it.
"Turn around," he said. He fastened the necklace around her neck. It was a choker, fitting tightly.
Madhu looked at me as her back was to him. She was so hot, so sluttish, so wanting sex. I had never seen her like that. I was so happy for her and for me. Mr. Malik took her arm and walked her to the door.
As they exited towards his limo, he turned to me and said, "Ajay. Call the school and tell them there has been a death in the family and Madhu will be out all next week. She will not feel like working. Have a good weekend."
"You, too," I replied as he escorted my slut wife away. She never looked back at me as I stared at her swishing ass under her flimsy and expensive dress.
It was a long weekend. The house was so quiet, the day so empty. I could not get her out of my mind. What was she doing at that second? Was she fucking him? Did he have her bent over a chair? On her back? Or, was it someone else? Who? A friend? A business associate? Maybe, it was someone from the office, someone I knew. Maybe?
I beat off, taking my smallish cock in my own hand. I used cooking oil once, salad oil, then hand lotion. I was going to be an expert on lubricants and beating off by the time she returned.
Where were they now? At his house? A party? My mind was going crazy.
Where? Who?
It was six o'clock on Sunday evening when I saw his limo drive up in front. I opened the door and stood waiting, waiting for her to walk out of it and come to me! Waiting to her about what had happened! Waiting for my slut wife to tell me how she had been used!
The limo door opened . . .
Next : Madhu meets the boss' father.
I saw my slut wife's pretty foot, still wearing the six inch-heeled shoe with the ankle strap securely locked, extend through the open limo door. Then, her leg. Wait! He pulled her back into the limo. They closed the door.
What was happening? What were they doing?
Was he going to fuck her right there? With the driver able to see and hear them, with all the neighbors watching on this Sunday evening?
There was Mr. Gupta across the street watering his flowers. He was watching the limo, watching from the corner of his eye. Did he know his sweet little neighbor, Madhu, the pretty school teacher, was going to be fucked inside that big car with its black windows?
I waited. My cock was so hard in my pants, so hard. I had beat off just an hour ago, beat off like she told me to do so I could last longer for her.
Was the limo moving? Did I see it rock gently? Were they fucking in there? Maybe she was sucking his cock, her sweet lips with their bright red lipstick wrapped around his huge cock? Moving back and forth. Maybe, up her ass again. She had loved that, loved it when I watched my boss fuck my wife's ass. She was tied over the desk in his office then. Oh, how I wished I could be inside that limo watching them!
How long would they make me wait? How long? I have never seen the second hand on my watch move so slowly. What could I do? I had to wait, wait at the door watching the black limo parked in front of my house. Wondering.
The door is opening again. Yes.
Mr. Malik stepped out of the limousine. I could not see her, see Madhu, his slut, my wife. It had been since Friday and now it was Sunday night. She had been with him all weekend.
What had happened?
Mr. Malik looked perfectly groomed and dressed as if he just stepped from a shower. He bent over to help someone from the limo. I saw her foot again. I saw her leg, the hem of her dress. Ah! There she was. Oh, my. Madhu looked well fucked. I opened the house door and ran down the sidewalk towards them. She saw me coming and smiled. She was exhausted. As I got closer, I could see the white stains on her face and dress. I was beside her now, slipping my behind her back to support her.
"She has had a rough weekend, Ajay. And, this week will be tough."
He stuffed a piece of paper in my pocket.
"Have her there at six in the morning. Do not be late. Then, when they say you can leave, come to my office."
"Yes, sir."
"Goodbye, slut," Mr. Malik said to my wife.
He kissed her hard, one hand on the nape of her neck. I saw the other go through the opening of her dress. He was playing with her pussy. Right here in broad daylight on Sunday evening with all the neighbors home, my boss was playing with his slut's pussy. With my wife's pussy. I quickly glanced around to see if any neighbors were watching.
Was Mr. Gupta the only one watching as he played with her pussy? Mr. Gupta watching as he watered his flowers. Did he have a hard on? Was his cock bursting in his pants as mine was?
"I had a wonderful time, Mr. Malik," she said, although it was said gasping as if she were in pain.
"Good. We will do it again in a few weeks. Goodbye."
He jumped in the limo and left us there. The dress had fallen open. Could anyone see her? She her nakedness? She the cum on her thigh? Her clit ring glistening with wetness? Madhu looked at me and blushed. Ashamedly, she held the dress around her, looking down.
"Please, Ajay, I hurt. Will you carry me in?" she said very softly.
I lifted her in my arms, carrying her into the house, to our bedroom where I gently set her down on the bed. She fumbled through her purse and handed me a tiny key.
"Take the shoes off, Ajay, please. They have not been off all weekend. My feet are killing me."
I unfastened the tiny lock and undid the buckle. Her feet were swollen.
"Oh, migod, that hurts," she moaned as I pulled the left shoe off her. I started to massage her foot. "No. Get the other one off," she whimpered. When both shoes were off, she fell back on the bed. Her feet were swollen and puffy. I began to rub them.
"That feels so good," she moaned.
Her dress was open all the way, leaving her naked in front of me. Her pussy was bruised, the lips still swollen. As I looked at it, white cum oozed slowly from her and slid down the crack of her ass. She extended one of her long, red tipped, finger nails and plucked the cum from her dripping cunt. I watched as she brought her hand over her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, waiting, waiting for his cum to drop.
Slowly, the drop fell into her open mouth, like nectar falling from a spoon to a waiting babe. She stuck her finger in her mouth, slurping loudly to clean it.
"I love the taste of cum," she sighed contentedly.
"Madhu, what happened?"
"Oh, Ajay, I will tell you all about it later. Go draw me a real hot bath and get me a drink, will you, please?"
As I stood, she stuck two fingers up her pussy, swishing them around. Again, she took the cum to her wanting mouth, licking herself clean, taking in all the cum my boss had left in her willing pussy. When I returned from getting her drink and drawing the bath water, she was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"My feet hurt. Please, help me." I carried her into the bathroom, sitting her on the edge of the tub.
"Oh, oh, oh, that feels so good," she groaned as she slid into the steaming water.
I was hard as a rock, my cock throbbing in my pants. What had happened to her? What had they done? I had seen her thighs. What had happened to them? And, now, as she lay back in the tub, I could see her breasts, her stomach. Oh, Madhu had a hard weekend! But, had she liked it? Was she still happy being my boss' slut? I needed to know!
The dried cum on her face was softening from the steaming water. Her makeup was starting to run. I knew I had to have a picture. I ran for our camera. She looked so slutty with cum and eyeliner dirtying her face, I just had to have a picture.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You look so slutty. I wanted a picture."
She laughed. "Ajay, they made videos of this weekend. You can look at your boss' slut all you want."
She finished her bourbon and coke and handed me the glass, asking for another. When I returned, she learned forward.
"Kiss for your boss' slut?"
I kissed her. I could taste the cum, his cum, in her kiss. It was the cum she had taken from her swollen cunt just before she got in the bath.
"Did you beat off like I told you to?" she asked, watching me intently.
I felt the blush rise in my face and my cock twitch in my pants.
"Yes."
"How many times?"
"Ten."
"Ten. Wow, good for you. Next time, Ajay, I want you to beat off into a glass and save it for me. I want to drink your cum when I get home. Your cum, Ajay, yours, the cum you shot thinking of your slutty wife fucking your boss. Oh, Ajay, think of it. As I am fucking your boss, taking his big cock deep in me, you are beating off into a glass. So, really two men are giving me their cum to drink. Oh, how deliciously slutty!"
"All right. I will save it next time."
"Good. Now let me rest in the water a while and then I will tell you about my weekend," she said with a tired smile.
I sat on the stool and waited. Soon, she finished her drink, asked for another refill and lathered the wash cloth. Leisurely, she began rubbing her breasts. I saw her wince when the cloth rubbed the blue spot.
"Do my hair, please, Ajay," she asked softly.
I kneeled on the floor beside the tub. After pouring shampoo on her silky hair, I began to rub, building a lather, scrubbing her hair clean for her, for Madhu, my wife. Slowly, I rubbed, the lather, rich and sweet smelling, oozing between my fingers, sliding her smooth back in white globs. Globs, soft and wet, sliding down her silky skin. Just as his cum had slid down her face, her breasts, like big globs of cum.
Then, she pulled the stopper and the tub started to drain. She stood and pulled the shower curtain, leaving me still kneeling by the tub. I heard the shower go on as she rinsed herself, rinsing away the grime and the cum. Shower off, she reached for a towel and I handed it to her.
Did she know how I ached, how my dick hurt and my balls? Did she know how much I wanted her? Why was she making me wait?
"Honey, why are you making me wait?"
She ripped back the shower curtain. Her eyes were blazing, her face red, the muscles in her throat corded.
"If you were a real man, you would not let make you wait. You would take me when you wanted me. But, if you were a real man, I would not be a slut just so I can have a child. You made me a slut, you short dicked wimp! Now, get out of my bathroom!"
"Madhu?"
"Get out!"
I left, of course. Why was she so angry at me? She loved it. She said so. She said she loved being Mr. Malik' slut. She could have a child other ways. But she could not have him other ways. Why was she mad at me? I was supportive, helping her. Why?
In a few minutes, the bathroom door opened. She looked sad as she sat on the bed by me.
"I am sorry. It is not your fault you are sterile. Come on. Let me suck your cock."
"No, Madhu."
"Come on, please. Let me suck him and then I will tell you all about my weekend."
My slut wife slipped to her knees beside the bed. She pulled me up, wiggling my pants and shorts off me. She pushed me back on the bed and wrapped her lips around my cock. Back and forth, Her mouth was so warm. Back and forth. Wet, the pressure devine. Back and no. No. Oh, oh. I could not help it. It felt so good, so good to have her hot mouth on my cock. She was sitting back now, licking cum from her lips.
"See, honey. That is why I want a man who can last. Now, let me tell you what happened."
She got up on the bed beside me, legs crossed and started to talk. Her eyes were alive. The whiskey and her bath had rejuvenated her.
"Well, you were there when he picked me up. The limo was plush, Ajay. It had a bar and everything, much nicer than anything we could afford. He handed me a single red rose.
'For a lovely lady,' he said.
'Oh, thank you, Asif,' I replied.
Ajay, he got mad. Real mad. He did not say anything but his eyes told me. He put his hand on my leg, right there, on the knee. His fingers slowly started walking up my leg. It felt like a spider on my leg. You know how I hate spiders. I wanted to brush it off, or shake it off, but I was afraid of him, afraid of what he was going to do to me.
"Why are you angry?" I gasped out at him.
'You may never call me by my first name, slut. Do you understand?'
'Yes, sir, but.'
'But nothing, slut.'
His hand kept moving up my leg. I flinched, jerking my legs shut, trapping his hand. Oh, Ajay, he did not like that. That is when he did this."
She pointed to a dark, purple-blue, ugly bruise on her thigh. I could see where a nail had dug into her flesh, tearing it.
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