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She released his hands and Mr. Gupta kept massaging her tits. He looked like he couldn't believe where his hands were and had absolutely no control over them. Madhu slipped her hands to his crotch and massaged his cock through his pants.

"Nice cock, Mr. Gupta," she said sensually. "If you come in your pants for me, tomorrow I'll give you a blow job. I'll let you play with my tits all you want to while you come in my mouth. You'll love doing that, won't you? Come on, Mr. Gupta, come in your pants for me."

I could tell by his face he could not hold back. He jerked and groaned.

"Oh, that's a good boy," she murmured as her hands flew back and forth. "Now, come over at nine in the morning for your blow job from the best slut in the country. Don't be late."

She kissed him softly and pushed him out the door. I looked through the peephole. Mr. Gupta, stunned and frozen, stood facing the closed door. His hands were still raised, fingers open as they had been when he played with Madhu's tits.

Madhu grinned at me and took my hand to lead me into the bathroom. She stopped by the bed, kissed me again and put my hand on her pussy. I could feel the golden comb.

"Do you know what's in my pussy, Ajay?"

"No."

"Cum. The cum of seven men. Five of those seven will be the fathers of your children. Your children, Ajay. And mine. Five little babies for us to raise as our own. Ajay, you better sit down."

She held my hands as we sat side by side on the bed. When she smiled, I could see flakes of white, dried cum, break off and float away.

"Ajay, seven men put their seed in me to get me pregnant. They're not all white. Ajay, I don't care. Do you?"

"No. Mr. Malik told me the plan to get you pregnant."

"And you don't mind? Thank God, Ajay, because I love his plan. I love the idea that I'll have children that don't look like you, not even of your race. I love that all of my children will have different fathers. I mean, this is definitely world class slut. I was afraid you'd object."

"Don't be afraid. I just want them to all be healthy."

She gave me a big grin, but her eyes were clouded. She had something else to tell me and she was afraid of my response.

"That's not all, Ajay. I'm going to be a whore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they want me to quit teaching and let all of them fuck me. There are twenty-five of them, Ajay. Twenty-five hard cocks to keep my sweet pussy filled. I like thinking of you and twenty-five other men to keep me satisfied. But they're going to pay me. That makes me a whore."

Tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, leaving wet tracks in the dried cum she wore as slut makeup. Her lower lip began to quiver like it always did when she was going to cry.

"Ajay," she said in a timid, tiny voice. "I don't want to be a whore. I want to be a slut."

"Madhu!" The sharp edge to my voice seized her attention. "You're not a whore. You're a professional slut. Think about it. Everyone knows a professional is better than an amateur, in any endeavor, like baseball, or tennis, or skating. You're not going to be on the street soliciting. You're not going to have sex with just anyone. You have a full time career as private slut to a club of wealthy men. You're being rewarded for being the best slut in the world. You're a professional slut."

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"Oh, Ajay, do you really think that is what I am?"

"Of course."

"You don't think I'm a whore?"

"No."

She smiled again and the tears dried up. She thought about it, her expression changing from sadness through concentration to happiness.

"Ajay. You're right! I'm a professional slut, not a whore. Oh, Ajay, think about it. I'm a pro."

"Well, professional slut, what kind of deal did they make you?"

Mr. Malik had told me what the offer would be, but he told me not to tell Madhu about it. I was waiting for her to tell me and I planned to act surprised when she said it. I really was surprised.

"Ajay, they made me a pathetic offer. So, we negotiated. I mean, I'm going to have five children to support and put through college. They offered a lousy ten thousand a month. Now, let me tell you how it ended up. There are twenty-five men, twenty-four in Mr. Malik' club and Horse. I thought it was so sweet Horse wanted to be included. I really like him."

"I know you do," I said. I knew she liked his big cock as well as his sweetness.

"Anyway, each of them will contribute six hundred dollars a month. For that, they get me three times a month each. They can sign up for extra time at two hundred an hour. Anal sex is two hundred extra each penetration. I figure I will gross, oh, maybe, twenty to twenty-five thousand a month. I have to pay for the townhouse, and the costumes and stuff, and the supplies and things."

"What do you mean by costumes?"

"You know. Fetish clothing, little girl dresses for when they want me to act like a collegegirl, maids uniforms, nurses uniforms, corsets, bondage equipment like ropes and whips. Costumes and stuff."

"I never thought about that."

"That's why I'm the professional here. You know what else? One of them is a car dealer. I ordered a new convertible, which he's selling me at his cost. I can pick it up tomorrow. A slut needs good wheels, Ajay."

She dug her nails into my arms.

"Think about it! We'll be financially secure in just a few years. We can invest all that money for our future, Ajay, yours and mine. And the children. The children's future, too."

Madhu leaned into me and pushed me on my back. She straddled me, resting her pussy on my chest.

"Do you want to eat this cum, Ajay, the cum of the seven fathers?"

"No. I told you that."

"Just offering, in case you changed your mind. Come on."

She hopped off me and went into the bathroom. She got her water glass by the sink and held it under her pussy as she gently removed the comb. Cum plopped out and ran into the glass. When she thought she had it all, she raised the glass, said, "cheers" and drank it down, licking her glass and her lips when she was through.

"This slut does love cum. This slut's tired all of a sudden. Come on. Shower with me."

I took off my clothes and joined her in the shower. She was quiet as I shampooed her head and washed her throughly. She let me dry her hair, which was now squeaky clean. She barely made it to the bed before she was asleep. Before I covered her over, I looked at the bruises on her lips and tits and hips. She had a hard weekend. I was dying to hear about it.

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She awakened about seven, hungry as a bear. I ordered pizza. We sat together on the couch, sipping our beers, as we waited for it.

"God, Ajay. What a weekend. Do you want to hear?" she asked coquettishly.

"Yes. I love hearing."

"I know. You're really proud of me, aren't you? You're proud your wife is a world class slut."

"Yes, I'm proud of you."

"And you like the fact I'm fucking a lot of men. Don't lie to me."

"Yes. I like our life together, too."

"Me, too, Ajay. I'm blessed beyond my dreams. I'm a professional slut who's going to have five children and my husband is supportive and loving and proud of his slut wife. How did I get so lucky?"

Gently, she kissed me. Then, she kissed me hard and giggled.

"Ajay, I'll bet money I'm pregnant right now, as we speak. Let me tell you all about it. You know when Mr. Malik picked me up Friday, I was wearing my comb and my pussy was full of your cum. It didn't seem we were driving in the right direction so I asked where we were going.

'To the mall. I'm going to let you prance through the mall. And, I'm going to remove the comb so the cum drips down your leg and everyone can see it,' Mr. Malik said.

Ajay, that's so slutty I almost orgasmed just thinking about it. Then, I realized both our parents ate dinner Friday night at the restaurant in the mall. Suddenly, I didn't want to be there. I don't mind being a slut, but I didn't want to embarrass them. I told Mr. Malik. It was the first time I ever said no to him. He just smiled and said okay. Well, we drove to the building his club uses.

You're so hard, Ajay. You really do get turned on listening to my adventures, don't you?"

"Yes," I gasped as she played with my cock.

"Whenever you want me to stop talking and fuck or suck, just let me know. Where was I? Oh, yes. As I was getting out of the limo at his club, he stopped me. My legs were spread with one foot in the limo and one out. He popped the comb and the cum just gushed from me. Your cum, Ajay, running down my legs as he led me into the club. Seven men were there when you include Mr. Malik. Of course, I recognized some of them from before. And, Horse was one of them. I gave him a big, wet kiss as I ground my tits into his chest. He loved it.

'Now, Madhu, my sweet slut, one of us seven will get you pregnant,' Mr. Malik said to me.

I was so excited. I was going to get fucked seven times and get pregnant. But it didn't work out that way. Ajay, there is the pizza man. Do you want me to answer the door?"

Madhu was not teasing me. She would have answered the door even though she was naked. I was wearing a robe. I answered the door and returned with the pizza to the kitchen table. Madhu grabbed a piece, stuffing it in her mouth like she was starving. I got us fresh beers and set down with her.

"Um, that pizza's good," she said, trying to catch the dangling cheese with her fingers.

"Go on," I urged.

"Even sluts have to eat," she said with a laugh, licking tomato sauce from her fingers. I had noticed Madhu loved to eat more sloppily since she became a slut. She liked to get the food on her hands and lick it off. Then, I realized I enjoyed that same thing, too. She chugged some beer and wiped her mouth.

"Ajay, Mr. Malik told me to undress, which was real easy since I was wearing almost nothing. The men undressed as I did.

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'Now, little slut, get on your knees. Suck each cock until it is hard and then thank it for getting you pregnant.'

I did just like Mr. Malik said. Oh, Ajay, seven of them, all waiting to get me pregnant. I knelt and took a cock in my mouth, a black cock. I got it nice and hard, thanked it and, then, I went to the second man. I did all seven, just like Mr. Malik said for me to do.

Mr. Malik does know how to make a girl feel slutty, Ajay. As I was sucking the last of the seven, Mr. Malik put something around my neck. It was a leather bondage collar, a thick, wide one. He snugged it tight. I heard the click of the padlock as he locked it around my neck. My adrenalin was really rushing now. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. Not that I cared. As long as I got fucked long and often and got pregnant, they could do anything they wanted to me.

They carried me in and lay me on the bed. There was a leather strap running around the bed and they attached my collar to that strap. I could not raise my head off the bed. As I was trying to figure out what they were doing, they attached leather restraints around my ankles.

Ajay, your cock's twitching. If you cum and I don't get to swallow it, I'll never forgive you."

"You better get your mouth to work then," I moaned.

"God, I love sucking cock," she murmured as she lowered her lips over my cock head.

Madhu is a good cocksucker. No. Madhu is a world class cock sucker and she loves doing it. Madhu expelled a great sigh as she daintily retrieved a dapple of cum on her chin and sucked her finger clean.

"Ajay, you know what they did next? They spread my legs and attached them to the corner posts of the bed. They attached them high up so I was really hanging by my ankles with my pussy straight up in the air. I wondered how they were going to fuck me that way. But they had no intention of fucking me. Horse retrieved a funnel, you know, the kind you use in chemistry glass with the Teflon lining so everything slides through and there's a valve at the bottom to hold things in the funnel until you want to release the contents.

'Okay, men. Ready?' Mr. Malik said.

'Ready!' they all replied.

Ajay, I couldn't believe it. They starting masturbating. That's right! Beating off! Right there in front of me and each other. All seven of them. They were sort of at the side of the bed and I could turn my head and see them. They were all pounding their puds, laughing and teasing each other like junior high kids. I think they had more fun doing a circle jerk than fucking me. Well, at least that one time.

I was so disappointed. I wanted all those hard cocks up my sweet slue. But I was not so disappointed I didn't play with myself. I want you to know my hands were busy on my pussy. Then one of them groaned and grabbed the funnel. He stuck his dick in it and squirted his cum into the funnel. Do you know why?"

"Tell me."

"I will. As each one was ready to shoot, he grabbed the funnel and shot into it. Ajay, they filled that funnel with hot, fresh, man cum.

'Okay, Madhu. Stick a finger in it and stir it all up. We want every sperm to have an equal chance at impregnating you,' Mr. Malik said.

Ajay, talk about slutty! I stirred up all the sperm in the funnel, making it swirl round and round. When Mr. Malik pulled the funnel away, I sucked my finger clean. Think of it. The cum of seven men on my finger and in my mouth at once.

Oh, Ajay. Then, one of the men held the lips to my pussy open and Mr. Malik eased the funnel into me. I could feel its plastic hardness nudge my cervix.

'Number one, in the chute,' Mr. Malik said and turned the valve.

I orgasmed. Yes, I did. Just from the feel of all that sperm running into me, just from knowing I was going to get pregnant. It felt so good. They let the funnel drain and eased it out. Then, they sealed my pussy with my comb again.

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'Madhu, lay there for a while. We'll come back for you,' Mr. Malik said.

They shut off the light and left me there. I started to cry I was so happy. Not only was I tied to the bed with my legs up and opened like the good slut I am, but the sperm of seven men were trapped in my pussy fighting for the chance to make me pregnant. I could almost feel all those sperm in me, Ajay."

I had to admit that the way Mr. Malik used the funnel to put the sperm in Madhu would most certainly make the bet very fair. Every man's sperm stood an equal chance of getting my Madhu pregnant. I wondered which one would win. She must have wondered the same thing.

"You know, Ajay, as I lay there, feeling all that cum in my sealed pussy, knowing one of those men's sperm was impregnating me at that very moment, I tired to envision what the child would look like. I knew each of the men. I tried to see what blend of my genes and his would be in a baby. Well, with seven different men from six different ethnic groups, it would take a computer to try to determine what the baby would look like.

Then, I realized I didn't care. I really didn't. I just wanted a healthy, happy baby."

"Me, too, Madhu. Me, too."

"Oh, I love you, Ajay."

She held onto me tightly, her head on my shoulder. I held her, too, as we just enjoyed each other and the moment.

"In about half an hour, the door opened and Mr. Basu came in. He was the Oriental whose sperm was in me. He released my ankles and neck and led me by the hand into the other room. Migod, there were naked men everywhere. The club has a hot tub and whirlpool, a billiard room, a TV room and reading room and a card room, as well as a big kitchen and dining room.

Ajay, every one of the men was naked. Mr. Basu gave me a tour of the club facilities, introducing me to all the men. As I met each one of them, they kissed me and played with my tits, so by the time I had met all of them, I was very much in need of a few orgasms.

Damn, Ajay, you are so hard. I just love that."

"Keep talking."

"There were two other women, but they were dressed. He told me they would cook and serve the food and drinks, but not participate in the sex.

That's when I knew I was getting ready for more fucking then I ever had in my life. I was quivering thinking about all those cocks in me. Think of it. Mr. Basu told me there were twenty-five of them. Twenty-five. My head was reeling.

As I walked, I could feel all that cum and my own juices sloshing around in my pussy. It felt so strange and so good. When we returned to the big room, Mr. Malik and Mr. Basu helped me stand on the poker table. All the men gathered around. They were all staring at me, Ajay. Me! At my tits! And, my pussy! I was displayed like prime merchandise, like a champion slut.

Mr. Malik explained to the other men about getting me pregnant and the bet and all. Then, he told everyone they could fuck me all they wanted, but they had to use condoms so as to not interfere with the bet. And know what else? He told them to feed me their cum from the condom after they fucked me.

Mr. Malik turned to me and handed me the funnel.

'You know what to do,' he said, and I did.

I put the funnel under my pussy and removed the comb. All that good cum drained into the funnel. I stuck the funnel in my mouth and opened the valve. They applauded, clapping for my cum sucking ways. As my head was back and I was still sucking the cum from the funnel, I felt hands on me. They laid me on the table and started.

Oh, Ajay, I feel sorry for you, not because you were not there, I mean. I feel sorry for you because you are a man. You get hard and fire, then you are done for a while. But a woman, particularly a woman who's a slut like me, is just getting warmed up after one man. You know, I start orgasming with one, but with many, I'm transported to a wild, wonderful fuck land. A woman can fuck all night and orgasm all night and love it all night. And not just one night, but every night. I feel sorry for all men because they cannot enjoy sex as much as women can."

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I thought about that. I know, as much as I enjoyed it, I didn't like sex nearly as much as Madhu.

"Think of every possible way a man can fuck a woman. I did them all. Against the wall, upside down, in the hot tub, on the billiard table, every way. Those guys were competing to see who could give me the best fucking and in the most unusual position. It was a tie. They all were magnificent."

Madhu gave a huge sigh. I saw her hand snake between her legs to play with herself as the joy of her memories made her horny again.

"The seven fathers didn't fuck me. All the others did. Mr. Subarmaniam, who is the South Indian whose sperm was in me, said they were saving themselves for the bet. When it was fairly late, I was fucked out, laying on the bed. I was more satisfied then I ever have been. Horse came in and helped me to the bathroom. I showered, used the facilities and douched. Then, he retied me to the bed and they all masturbated into the funnel again. Again, their cum was swirled by my finger and then released in my pussy. They put the comb in place. They released my legs, bound my wrists behind me, attached my collar to the headboard with a short chain and left me there for the night. As they all told me goodnight, they swatted my ass or twisted a nipple. They turned out the light as they left.

It was dark. I was alone. Alone except for a billion sperm swimming around inside me. Isn't that slutty, Ajay? Isn't that just wonderful? I was fucked until I could not move, my pussy sealed with the sperm of seven men in it, and tied to the bed so they could start using me again in the morning.

I felt like a true slut. And, Ajay, I knew, I just knew I was already pregnant, from the first funnel. I slept like a baby all night."

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Madhu, my wife and my boss' slut, was telling me about her weekend. At his club, Mr. Malik, my boss, and six other men filled her with their cum after making a bet on which one would get her pregnant. More than that, nineteen other men fucked her all they wanted. Each of those nineteen had to use a condom so they would not interfere with the bet. Madhu was very appreciative that they emptied all the condoms into her willing mouth so she could swallow all that man cum. Madhu is a world class slut and sluts can never eat enough cum.

Madhu gave me a beautiful, innocent smile and resumed her story.

"While I slept, I dreamed. I dreamed I delivered seven babies at once except they were not really babies. They were about four years old. They were all boys and each one looked exactly like his father, meaning none of them looked like you or me. The city gave me a big parade. I was naked, riding in a float covered with roses. Our seven little sons were standing up by me, waving to the crowd. Oh, Ajay, what a wonderful dream."

She looked pensive as a tear floated down her cheek. I knew how much my Madhu wanted children, children I could not give her since I was sterile. She smiled wanly, patted my hand, and continued with her story about her weekend.

"Saturday morning, Horse awakened me. He untied me and removed my collar and restraints. I was a little stiff from being bound all night. In the bathroom, I removed the golden comb and swallowed down the cum that had been in my pussy, took a shower, washed my hair and, generally, cleaned up.

I was starved, Ajay. All that fucking makes a slut hungry. Horse just grinned when I asked for something to eat and handed me a quart milk bottle. It was full of animal cum, courtesy of Mr. Ambani. That was it. They gave me nothing else to eat all weekend except four quarts of cum plus the cum from all those condoms and funnels."

No wonder Madhu had scarfed that pizza and beer as if she were starved. I wondered what the food value of cum was and if there was any way to find out.

"Ajay, come to think of it, I was never really hungry either, not until I smelled the pizza. Then I was famished. Anyway, it was just Horse and me in the club. We talked and played gin rummy. I really do like Horse. If he were fifty years younger, I would be his mistress, his personal slut. Don't worry, Ajay. I'd never leave you for him or anyone else.

My god, Ajay. You're so hard. You're hard all the time. I like that, Ajay. Want a quickie?"

"Later. Tell me more."

"Ajay, I think it's wonderful you like having a slut wife because, baby, your wife loves being a slut. Well, I drank the animal cum as Horse and I finished our gin rummy game. One of the men came in. He took me in the bedroom and fucked me. Nothing wild or unusual. Just a good hard fucking from a good man with a good hard cock. That's how the morning went. Men would arrive and fuck me. Some wanted to take their time. Others had a golf game or something and were in a hurry. Generally, it was fairly calm. I like that kind of fucking, too, you know."

She laughed introspectively and squeezed my hand.

"I like all kinds of fucking, don't I? About lunch, the other six fathers arrived. They went through the same routine as the prior night, tying me to the bed, using a funnel to fill me with seed, and then sealing my pussy with a golden comb through my pussy rings. In the afternoon, I played cards and visited and fucked whoever asked. About four Mr. Malik told me to take a nap.

Ajay, how about a quickie? Please."

I could tell by her voice and her face Madhu wanted to orgasm. Mr. Malik, once again, had been completely correct about his slut, about my wife. Madhu was addicted to sex and loved being that way. I loved her being that way. My sex life had never been better.

"I'll eat you," I answered.

She gave a little squeal and shoved me on my back. In a flash, her pierced pussy was pressed against my mouth. I do love eating Madhu's pussy. This time I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her tightly against me. That reduced her movement and made it take longer before she came.

Wow! She came over and over, squealing and bucking and begging me to do it harder. I love seeing my Madhu cum.

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"God, that felt great," she said, as she lay against me, those massive tits crushed into me like soft pillows between us. I stroked her ass as she rested. Finally, she stretched and yawned, rolling over on her back.

"You have got to hear the rest of my weekend. Mr. Malik awakened me about seven, told me to bathe and dress. What surprised me was he gave me a pair of panties to wear. After all, I had never worn panties around him. But, they were silk and sheer.

'What is going on?' I asked.

He swatted my ass hard with his hand.

'Did Ajay tell you not to open your mouth unless a man wants to shove a cock in it?'

'Yes, sir. I'm sorry,' I replied. And, I was sorry. I wanted to be the best slut ever for him and his friends. I wanted to do exactly what they wanted me to do.

I followed the seven fathers to a van. In about ten minutes we arrived at a gentlemen's club, you know, one of those places were women dance topless. We all went inside. Ajay, there were women, all sorts of women, everywhere. One woman was on the runway dancing, wearing just a G-string. We sat and watched for a while. When we first went in, I was disappointed. Really, since I'd fucked all seven of them, I couldn't understand why they wanted to watch other women. But, in a while, I found out.

You know, Ajay, we women are something special. Our bodies are so sensual, so, just so sexy. I was getting turned on watching the other women dance. I'm looking forward to having Sonya, Ajay.

It was amateur night and they were having a dance contest. Ajay, I felt sorry for the other women. I mean, they were good looking and sexy but, none of them stood a chance of winning. Not with me there. Not with these tits and these legs. But you know it's more than just looks, don't you, Ajay? Well, don't you?"

"Yes. It's more than just looks."

Her eyes glowed with excitement and desire.

"You bet it is! It's what is inside me, my desire, my need, my happiness at being a slut. That's what turns the men on. They just look at me and they can see it! They know I love getting fucked even more than they love fucking me. It drives them nuts!

Mr. Malik talked to me. He told me to think of fucking and of being the best. That's what I was already thinking of. He also told me not to take off the panties because that would be against the law.

Ajay, you want to fuck?"

"No. I want to hear about the rest of your evening."

"Ajay, it's a good thing you let me fuck other men, because I love to fuck. I don't think there is a man in the world who could keep up with me."

"I agree. Talk!"

"Do you understand what I'm saying? There'll always have to be a lot of men in my life, Ajay. A lot. I love to fuck and suck and swallow cum and feel their hard pricks in me."

"I know, Madhu. That's fine with me. A world class slut like you should have a lot of men. Now, finish your story."

"When it was my turn to dance, Mr. Malik just lifted me to the runway. I looked around at the sea of faces. They were all staring at me, their eyes glazed. I could see their desire for me."

She laughed in a wanton, evil way.

"But all men want a slut like me. All of them. Oh, I loved dancing for them. I loved the way their faces looked as they stared at me. Ajay, they were dazed. They couldn't take their eyes off me. I loved their catcalls and the hands reaching for me. I loved the whistles and the applause. I loved knowing every cock in the place was at attention because of me. Me. Madhu, the slut.

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I took my time, bumping and grinding to the music. I could feel the sweat pouring from me, feel the sex oozing from my pores. Slowly, I stripped. I kept the panties on just like Mr. Malik said to do. The men watching me could see my juices sliding down my leg, see the rings in my pussy. I heard them comment on the rings. Honestly, I think a guy in the second row orgasmed in his pants from seeing those rings in my pussy through my sheer panties. Really, the panties, soaked in my pussy juice and plastered to my bloated pussy lips, were sexier than if I wore nothing.

It makes me so horny thinking about it, I need to fuck. Come on, stud. Fuck me! Please?"

"Soon. Go ahead."

She sighed unhappily, then smiled conspiratorially.

"I won, of course. One thousand dollars. The crowd collected another thousand for me to dance a second time. I would have danced for free, but it was nice to be appreciated. I danced slowly, moving my hips and my legs, showing off my body. They loved my body, Ajay. Oh, I could get to where I really liked dancing like that.

After my second dance, when the music stopped, the place was as quiet as a tomb. Everyone was staring at me. Their mouths hung open, their tongues snaked across dry lips. Even the owner and the bouncers stared at me as if they'd never seen anything as sexy, as slutty, as me. Mr. Malik reached up for me. I slid into his arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed him long and hard as I ground my body into his.

I didn't plan to say what burst out of me. But I did. Really loudly I said, 'I want to get fucked right now!'

Oh, my god, I thought the customers would tear the place down getting to me. They were wild animals, Ajay, like bulls in mating season and I was the heifer they wanted to breed. As the bouncers fought off the crowd, the seven fathers carried me out and shoved me in the van. After the van screeched away, Mr. Malik gave me a hard pinch on my tit.

'You'll be whipped for that,' he said.

'Okay, if you tie me down, too,' I said with a giggle. They all started to laugh, but when we got back to the club, they tied me over a poker table and whipped my ass. I loved it. I loved it even through my tears.

Please, Ajay, fuck me. I need it so. Please! Oh, you stud, the best slut in the world is begging you to fuck her. Begging! Come on, Ajay. Fuck me!"

I fucked her. I fucked her hard. What I really liked was that she started cumming almost as soon as I entered her. She came and came, multiple orgasms. When I felt like I might shoot, I pulled out and ate her, holding her arms down by her side, hearing her moans, her begging for me to continue. I ate her until she was exhausted and my jaw was sore. Then, I put my cock in her again and fucked her until I came. Her multiple orgasms did not stop until she felt my cum hit the walls of her pussy.

When I rolled off her, she smiled at me, her face soft and relaxed, her eyes sex crazed and unfocused.

"Feed me your cum. Take it from my pussy and let me lick it from your fingers. I love your cum, Ajay."

I fed her my cum, just like she asked. She slurped and sucked, the noise adding to the joy of seeing my Madhu greedily eat my cum, the cum I had left in her. Her eyes closed as she drifted to sleep. I lay by her and stroked her face and body, enjoying this delicious slut that was my wife.

Yes, she was a slut, a super, world class slut. She was the slut of my boss, his father and twenty-three of his friends. But she was my slut, too, and she was my wife.

After about half an hour, Madhu yawned and stretched. She pulled my head down to kiss her and I tasted her and our juices together.

"Have you been playing with me while I was asleep?"

"Yes, I have."

She gave me a slutty grin.

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"Well, I'm horny as hell and I want to be fucked again."

"It's good for a slut to be horny. Makes you all the more ready when a man wants you."

"Ajay, you sound just like Mr. Malik. In fact, you're a lot more like Mr. Malik. That's good. I like your boss. I like being his slut. He sure knows how to treat a slut like me. I like you being more like Mr. Malik, Ajay."

She yawned and got off the bed. When she returned from the bathroom, she lay down by me again. She slipped up against me and gave me a soft kiss. Then, she continued her story.

"You know, after they whipped me, when I was tied over the table, I begged them to fuck me. They just laughed and walked away. My god, I was horny! I wanted it so badly. But they ignored me. That made me feel so slutty. There I was, naked, freshly whipped and still tied down, begging them, anyone, to fuck me.

I would have thought my desire would have ebbed as time passed, but it didn't. It seemed a year to me as I lay there begging to be fucked. Finally, they untied me and did what I had been begging for. They fucked me really well. Thank God, there was a lot of them because being tied down and whipped and left to beg really makes this slut horny. Super horny!

That night, the seven fathers again put their cum in me using a funnel. It was the fourth time. Again, they sealed my pussy with the golden comb, tied me to the bed, and left me there for the night.

Sunday morning was like Saturday. I read the newspaper, sitting naked in their club, quietly drinking my animal cum for breakfast. When a man arrived, I did anything he wanted. Then, Mr. Malik told me to clean the place up. I did. I scrubbed the floors, changed the sheets, everything. The seven fathers filled me again. They put the comb in place and brought me home."

A sly grin crossed her face and a devilish look was in her eyes.

"What haven't you told me?" I said.

"Do you know what a chastity belt is?"

"I've heard of them. I didn't know they really exist."

"They do. Believe me."

She wanted me to ask about it. She wanted me to ask so much she was squirming. Finally, I asked. She grinned evilly again.

"Ajay, as I was tied down over the table, after I had been whipped and left there, after I had begged long and hard to be fucked, I got mad. I know I'm a slut, but a slut has feelings, too. And this slut needed to feel a cock in her.

'I'll find other men to fuck, a lot of men, if you wimps cannot keep me happy!' I screamed at them.

No one said anything as they arose and started toward the table. I was afraid they really were going to whip me hard, but they released me. Mr. Martinez had this steel contraption in his hands. They held me motionless as he put it on me and locked it. Then, they walked away.

I started to examine it. I freaked out when I discovered nothing could touch me between my legs. Certainly no cock was going to get in me. I couldn't even masturbate. I ran to Mr. Malik who ignored me even though I was kneeling by his side, begging him to talk to me. Finally, he looked down at me.

'Madhu, you're my slut. You belong to your husband and to me. If I believe you are screwing someone other than me, Ajay, my father, or the other twenty-three club members, I'll lock you in that chastity belt as punishment. I might leave you in it for a month. Do you understand what that means?'

'Yes. Please, Mr. Malik. I'll be good! I'll be faithful to the twenty-six men you named! Never do that to me!' I sobbed.

He released me, undoing the chastity belt and taking it off me. It felt so wonderfully free, so absolutely wonderfully alive, to be able to touch my own pussy again. Believe me, Ajay. I'll never fuck anyone unless Mr. Malik says I can. I couldn't stand to not orgasm, not even for a day."

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She giggled again and stroked between her legs.

"I don't even know if I can stand to go eight hours without orgasming, Ajay."

A chastity belt. Wow! That would be the perfect punishment for my Madhu. No orgasm! Ideal punishment for a slut like her. She'd go insane in less than a week if she couldn't orgasm. I had to hand it to Mr. Malik. He really knew how to handle a slut like Madhu.

I realized how good it was for me to have someone like Mr. Malik to teach me how to handle a slut like Madhu. She had changed since she became my boss' slut. I loved those changes. I was very happy. But I realized it took a special man to love, live with, and manage a slut. I was glad Mr. Malik was showing me how to do it.

"Ajay, let's get something to eat. I'm hungry again," she said softly.

After we ate, we curled up together in bed, her back to me, her head on my arm, a giant tit in my hand. We fell asleep that way.

The next day, I didn't go to work. Mr. Malik had agreed I could have a day or two off to help Madhu get her townhouse rented and established. We drove in her new convertible.

On Wednesday morning, she started her new career as a professional slut, leaving the house at seven in the morning since her first fuck was at seven thirty. The first week or so, we were adjusting to the new routine. She'd come home from work tired and hungry but reasonably well satisfied. Sometimes she had only one man in the morning and another in the afternoon. Sometimes she had five or six.

But she was Madhu, the slut. She still wanted to fuck me each night. She always came like a women sexually possessed.

Friday, Mr. Malik called me into his office. We actually talked about the company for a few minutes before he changed the subject.

"Sonya told me Madhu came on to her?" my boss said.

"Yes, sir," I answered honestly. "Madhu said a slut should have sex with women."

"Madhu's right. A slut should have sex with women as well as with men. She should have sex with anything - animal, mineral or vegetable - which will fit up her love tunnel. Sonya's a little put off by it, though. I want you to have both of them this Sunday. See that they make love."

"Yes, Mr. Malik."

"I'm taking Madhu Friday night. My Dad has her Saturday morning. One of the club members is having a poker party Saturday night. There will be six guys there for her. Do you want Sonya for the weekend?"

"Yes, sir. Please."

"She'll be there at eight. That is all, Ajay."

Sonya and I had a lovely Friday night and Saturday. I was enjoying Sonya. She was a wonderful women. But, to be honest, Sonya was never going to a real slut, not a world class slut like my Madhu. Sonya was perfectly happy fucking just Mr. Malik and me. Madhu could never be happy with just two men. I knew that. We all knew that.

Sonya and I talked about her having sex with Madhu, too. I told Sonya Mr. Malik wanted her to have sex with Madhu and so did I. She was very apprehensive. Madhu got home about four Sunday morning, awakening us with her arrival.

Madhu was hyper. I asked her what was wrong. She turned and stared at Sonya, her eyes boring into my boss' secretary.

"I'm looking forward to having my first lesbian sex with Sonya," she said, desire dripping from her voice and, if I knew my Madhu, probably from her pussy, too.

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I couldn't see Madhu's pussy though, to really tell if it was dripping. She had on a leather skirt which started right above her pubis, a leather halter top, and the "slut" charm dangling from her navel. She wore thigh high stockings, as always. The skirt was long enough to cover the stocking tops when she stood. It was an emerald green color. She really did look wonderful, wonderfully slutty, which is what she was.

"I don't want to have sex with you, Madhu. I'm not a slut like you are," Sonya said shyly.

"Oh, Sonya, don't be ashamed by that. It's okay. Not every woman can be a world class slut like me. Not everyone is a professional golfer but a lot of people still like to hit the ball around. You can still have fun and not be a pro like me," Madhu said reassuringly as she held Sonya's hands.

Madhu put her arm around Sonya's shoulder to guide her back into the bedroom. Sonya was naked, having just gotten out of bed when Madhu came home. I thought it was very sweet of Madhu to be so kind and gentle to Sonya. Then I realized it was Madhu's first time with another woman, too.

But this was Madhu's idea. Sonya watched as Madhu undressed which took a second. Besides not wearing much, Madhu was becoming very adept at dressing and undressing quickly. I sat in the straight chair I pulled beside the bed to watch.

"You and Mr. Malik really want this, Ajay?" Sonya asked, looking at me.

"Yes, we do," I replied.

She nodded. Madhu lay down beside her. Sonya gasped when Madhu put her hand on Sonya's stomach.

"What do we do?" Sonya asked plaintively.

Surprise shot across Madhu's face.

"Well, I've never done this either, so I really don't know. I bet we figure it out as we go along," she said lovingly. They went very slowly. Madhu initiated most everything at first. Sonya lay there, legs slightly spread, hands by her side, as Madhu began to play with her. Madhu would ask softly, "Do you like that?" or "how does this feel?" I watched Madhu. She knew a woman's body, she loved sex, and she was being slow and gentle.

Once Sonya shoved Madhu's hands away. Madhu slapped Sonya hard across the inside of her thigh and told her to never resist. Sonya sobbed and her resistance ceased. I realized Madhu was a woman who happily knew what she wanted and was going to get it. She was very gentle but firm with Sonya. I learned some things about how to make love to a woman by watching my boss' slut, my wife, make love to my boss' secretary, my slut.

Sonya started to respond as Madhu kissed, nibbled, caressed and touched her. They were beautiful together. Two lovely women pleasuring each other. Then, Madhu slipped down between Sonya's legs and started eating her pussy, licking her clit. Sonya went nuts, screaming as she orgasmed again and again.

I knew everything was all right when Sonya recovered from her orgasms.

"My turn to eat you," she told Madhu, rolling Madhu on her back. Judging from Madhu's response, Sonya was very good at eating another woman. Of course, with Madhu it is hard to tell. She orgasms so wildly at everything. They went to sleep in each other's arms. I turned out the light and crawled in with them, snuggling up to Madhu's back.

Madhu whispered sleepily, "This slut sure love you, Ajay."

Sonya whispered, "So do I."

I called Mr. Malik Sunday morning. His wife answered. She had a lovely, feminine voice that made me wonder was she was like. She called him to the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Malik."

"Ajay, how can I help you?"

"Your two sluts loved making love to each other. I'm calling to invite you to a Sunday brunch. We can watch the two of them and then fuck them."

"Sounds delightful. My wife is playing tennis at eleven. I'll be there shortly after she leaves."

When Mr. Malik arrived, the two of them greeted him at the door stark naked. We decided to fuck them first, so we could rest as we watched them. That was Mr. Malik's idea. It was the first time I had fucked my wife while Mr. Malik was there except that once in his office when he whipped her before we both fucked her. I fucked Madhu while he fucked Sonya. We did it that way because the girls flipped a coin and Madhu lost.

The two of them gave a delightful show for us. First they sixty-nined to suck up all the cum Mr. Malik and I left in them. Then, they used the two headed dildo Madhu had bought. Mr. Malik and I were ready. This time I took Sonya. After the girls licked each other clean again, Mr. Malik took Sonya home.

I looked at my Madhu lying on the bed, legs splayed, cum and pussy juice and sweat and saliva covering her. Her big tits were moving gently up and down as she breathed. The rings in her pussy and navel glittered and shone.

She was a beautiful, desirable woman. She was a true slut, my boss' slut. Most importantly, she was my wife.

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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.

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"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.

"If he's hung like his father, I think his mother will have to introduce him to sex."

I gasped. "Are you joking?"

"No. Mothers need to teach and help their children, don't they? I'll introduce them all, boys and girls. Ajay, none of them could have a better teacher than I am. I mean, I'm a teacher and a slut. Who better to teach sex ed?"

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The little glimmer in her eye made me believe she was teasing, but something about the way she said it made me think she was serious. I had years to think about that.

Horse was so overjoyed at the baby being his, he wept. His son and my boss, Mr. Malik, seemed very happy, too. It occurred to me that Colt was my boss' brother, or half brother anyway. I wondered how he felt about Madhu bringing his brother into the world rather than his son. If it bothered him, he never showed it.

The next year, and the one after it, produced the same cycle. Madhu would be fertilized by the men making the bet, six the second year, five the third, since the winner of the previous year's bet dropped out of the process. Madhu would get pregnant. We all continued our work routines.

The second child was Padma Basu Khanna, named by Mr. Basu, who won the bet that year, after his grandmother, bengoli lady.

The third was Anjana Mehta Khanna, named for two lovely Punjabi ladies, the grandmothers of Mr. Mehta, the child's father. After the winner was announced, Mr. Mehta arrived at the hospital with his wife, five children by her and our baby's two namesakes to bless and welcome the new arrival.

No man ever had two such beautiful, happy, healthy and wonderful daughters as I did. And none had such a fine son as Colt.

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Colt had been born in June, Padma in late April, and, Anju in February, of three consecutive years. Madhu was dropping babies every ten or eleven months. Although she was very happy and healthy, the deliveries and her profession tired her. Sonya quit working for Mr. Malik two months before Anju was born. She stayed home to care for the children, allowing Madhu to continue her profession, and me to continue in mine. I'd received some nice promotions in the intervening years. My status and income were significantly higher. So was my work load.

It had been a wonderful, idyllic life. Madhu was eight months pregnant with the fourth child when a tragedy occurred, a tragedy which altered our lives significantly.

I was at the office when the phone rang. It was Madhu. She sounded hysterical.

"Ajay! Ajay! I'm at the hospital. Oh, god, Ajay. Horse has had a heart attack!"

I broke the news to Mr. Malik, my boss, and Horse's son. He rushed to the hospital as did I. Madhu was in the CCU waiting room. Madhu looked terrible and forlorn. Her makeup, always put on thickly since she was a slut, was running down her face. Her hair was a fright.

She had been wearing a bra since Colt was born, a nursing bra, since she had been constantly nursing one child or another for almost four years. It was her intention to nurse each child for two years, so she was still nursing Padma and Anju. Truthfully, she still took Colt to her breasts sometimes, letting the boy share in her bounty. Her milk laden breasts were a EEE.

She was without that bra now. Her breasts were high and firm and huge. Milk was pouring from her. The milk had soaked her blouse which was only a piece of see through cotton. It was running down to her micro-mini-skirt, which was askew.

"Oh, Ajay," she wailed when she saw me. She threw her arms around me and collapsed. I helped her to a seat just as Mr. Malik came in. She was sobbing but trying to hold it in. She was so distraught she couldn't help the tears. We all were distraught.

A young doctor walked out of the unit toward us.

"Are you the family of Yusuf Malik?"

"Yes. I'm his son," my boss replied.

The doctor had not looked at any of us except Madhu. He could not pull his eyes away from those tits of hers. In fact, every man in the waiting room and a good part of the floor staff has taken up positions to stare at Madhu.

She was oblivious to them which told me how distraught she really was. My Madhu, being a true slut, loved to have men stare at her. If she realized they were looking, she would be showing off herself to them.

"Was anyone with him when the heart attack occurred?" the doctor asked.

Madhu nodded as she wiped her tear stained face with a cloth.

"What was he doing?"

"We were fucking," Madhu sobbed in a loud voice.

The waiting room got extremely quiet. I could see men staring at us, mouths open and eyes wide. "You were having sex? I find that hard to believe. Mr. Malik is eighty-four," the doctor said.

Madhu jumped up, her little fists clenched, arms rigid by her side. She screamed in the doctor's face.

"That eighty-four-year-old man is the father of my three-year-old son. He has a cock like a baseball bat. I mean size and hardness. And, he has the heart of a gentle lion. Don't you demean him in my presence!"

Madhu collapsed to the seat again, sobbing audibly. A murmur of voices floated over the waiting room, probably discussions of Madhu's revelation. The doctor was shaken.

"I'm sorry, Miss . . . " the doctor sputtered.

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"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.

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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.

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"I...." Sonya said. She was shaking. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Oh, sweet Sonya," Madhu said. "I've been so selfish in not thinking of you. You must want a baby of your own and you've never said a word. Why don't you have Mr. Malik' child?"

"I'd like that very much," Sonya whispered. She looked at me, seeking my approval and permission. "Do you mind?"

"Sonya, I love the idea," I replied.

"I like the idea, too. Can we come visit, come see you delightful women and your wonderful children?" Saheen asked.

"Any time, Saheen. Any time," Madhu replied.

It hadn't occurred to me that Sonya wanted to have a child. I kicked myself for not thinking of it. All women want children. And if Sonya planned to spend her life with us, I wasn't going to give her a child because I was sterile. That's what started Madhu and me down this path.

Five months later, I was sick with worry about Madhu. I had hoped Sonya's pregnancy and Saheen Malik visiting would have helped pull her out of her blue funk. But it did not.

Sonya was happy, bubbling, floating, her belly extended with Mr. Malik child. It was a boy child according to the sonagrams. We had already decided on a name: Ashish Khanna.

But Madhu was still depressed. She only picked at her food. She refused to laugh, or dance, or party, or even go to the mall shopping. All she did was nurse, care for her children and look out the window. She slept in the nursery with the children. She refused medication since she was nursing.

She had not had sex since that time with Horse, the time when he had his heart attack, which was now six months ago. When you think about it, for a woman who loved sex as much as Madhu to go six months without it indicated something was terribly wrong.

I love my wife, my slut wife. All I wanted when she first became my boss' slut was for her to have children and be happy. She had four children: two boys, two girls; four ethnic groups; all healthy and happy and wonderful.

All I wanted now was for her to be happy again. I wanted my wild, giggly, happy, hot, sexy, slutty Madhu back.

It was my idea, not Mr. Malik or anyone elses. I knew my Madhu better than anyone. I knew what I had to do. I talked to my boss and he agreed.

We got it all set up for a Friday evening.

Madhu was sitting in her rocker in the nursery when I entered. Listlessly, she followed me into the bedroom.

"I love you, Madhu," I said, holding her.

"I love you, too," she replied, her voice emotionless.

I slipped her arms behind her and handcuffed them together before she realized what was happening.

"Ajay! No! Let me go!" she barked. I shoved a gag in her mouth eliminating further conversation from her. Mr. Malik came in just as Madhu kicked me trying to get away. He held her as I tied her legs together. We carried her to the car kicking and twisting.

At Mr. Malik' club, the other fathers were gathered: Basir Basu, Jaggan Mehta and Subarmanyam. Madhu fought us every inch of the way as we carried her into the club house and put her on the big bed in the bedroom where she had fucked all the club members at one time or another. She fought as we tied her wrists to the headboard. She kicked as we slipped a rope around each ankle and bound it to her thigh, locking her legs in frog fashion.

"Let me go!" she screamed as I ungagged her.

I did something I had never done to my Madhu. I slapped her. Startled, she stared at me.

"Madhu, you're a slut, a world class, big titted, hard fucking, baby dropping slut. Sluts needs to be fucked. We're going to fuck you long and hard and constantly until you realize that is what makes you happy."

"No, Ajay. Please! No! Don't you understand? Someone will die! Don't do this!"

Mr. Malik turned her head to look at him.

"Madhu, every man dreams of dying while fucking a woman like you, of dying while his chest crushes your tits and his cock fills your pussy. We all want to die while fucking a beautiful, slutty woman who loves us. It's the final male fantasy. You gave him that fantasy, Madhu. He died a very happy and satisfied man."

"Really? You really think so?"

"Yes. We think so," Mr. Mehta said.

"Most definitely," Mr. Basu replied.

As I crawled between her legs, her lower lip quivered and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Don't die on me, Ajay," she whispered.

We went twice each, ten long and hard fuckings. I know she didn't orgasm with me the first time. I don't think she orgasmed until Basil took his second turn, which was her eighth fucking of the evening. By then, she was moaning and twisting and covered in sweat. We untied her and left her on the bed. She was either unconscious or asleep.

A hour later, all the other club members had assembled. They were visiting or playing cards or shooting pool, waiting to see what happened with Madhu. They all cared about their club slut.

The bedroom door opened. Shyly, slowly, Madhu, naked and with dried cum on her legs, came to me, folding her arms around me. Finally, she looked up at me.

"You do know what is best for your wife, for your slut, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Oh, my darling Ajay, you make me feel so loved." She kissed me softly.

"Can I have one more child, Ajay?"

"Of course. If you want to."

"I do. Lets go potluck."

"All right," I laughed. I knew exactly what she meant.

She looked at all the men standing around watching her. She knew they were her friends, her lovers, the fathers of her children. She squeezed my hand before walking toward the poker table. A man extended his hand to help her stand on the table top. She looked at them all, a smile on her face.

"I want one more baby," she said. "I'm unprotected. Let's go potluck and see who the winner is. Everybody game?"

A roar of approval came from them. She teared up again, bathing her face and those massive tits with her tears.

"I love all of you," she said.

"I love you" came floating back to her from them.

She gave a wide, happy, super slutty, grin.

"Or maybe I just love your cocks. Pull those cocks out, lovers. Madhu the slut is back and she's horny as hell!"

The End