Adultery [COMPLETED] Erotic story of a housewife -Madhu

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I am going to post a very erotic adultery story of a housewife. Its about adultery and most of all IT IS A COLLECTED STORY NOT ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY ME.
Credit goes to the original writer.

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Madhu and I met and married in college, finishing together to began our careers, she as a school teacher, me as an accountant. Our sex life was normal, normal and dull. It was just straight sex, missionary style. I tried to talk to her about expanding her horizons and tried to get her to do other things, or, maybe even tell me her fantasies, but, she seemed sexless most of the time.

Then, after we had been married about three years, we found out I was sterile and that is the reason we could not have a child. Madhu was devastated. She so wanted children. I felt horrible because I wanted them, too, but, more than that, because I had let her down. It was about then I started having fantasies of her having sex with another man, a man who would impregnate her, a man to give her what I could not, a child.

I never had the courage to share my fantasies with her, although they became stronger and stronger. Every time we would see a couple with a small baby, I would see the pain in her face, see her wanting. Over time, I could see something else. I could see her disgust with me for being sterile, for being unable to give her that.

She would fight her feelings. I could see her pendulum swing from being over solicitous with me to revulsion at not being able to give her a child. It was so hard on both of us.

One night, after we both had too much to drink, I told her my fantasy. I told her I dreamed of her being impregnated by another man, of bearing a happy healthy child, of me watching them having sex or her telling me all about it. This was so much a part of the fantasy. I must know everything, as if I were impregnating her through him.

She slapped me hard, then she slapped me again. "How dare you think me a slut!" she screamed, pounding on my chest with her fists. "I'm your wife, you sterile wimp!" She began to cry buckets, collapsing against me as she sobbed. Immediately, she begged my forgiveness at calling me a wimp, saying she knew it was not my fault, that wanted a child as much as she did.

I threw myself in my work. Our relationship declined even faster, to the point she would lie there limply when we had sex. I got to the point I would rather not bother her. Yet, even though she was listless in our bed, I felt a tension building in her.

Then, the firm had a cocktail party for an executive who was being transferred to another office. Three other men had been fired. Those changes opened up some job opportunities which had not yet been filled. Mr. Malik, the top man in the company, was going to be at the party to meet all of us. I'm sure part of the reason he was there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion.

Madhu claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted. This was too important for her to miss. Our company liked to hire married people and wives were an important part of our culture. At the party, Madhu relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did. She was really a very pleasant person normally, before the child crisis anyway.

We had been there about two hours when I realized Madhu was not by my side. I saw her talking to Mr. Malik in the corner. They seemed intent. I turned to talk to someone else. When I looked for her again, she was gone. So was Mr. Malik.

Immediately, I began to wonder. What was happening? Had they left together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new recruit. I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my brain whirled. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Madhu.

"Honey, let's go home," she said. Her eyes were wild, more alive then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her toward the door. Mr. Malik was watching us as we left. In the car, I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes. She bounced into the house.

"Did you have a nice talk with Mr. Malik?" I asked as we undressed in our bedroom after the party. The tension was thick. Madhu was moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched. I was hard just thinking about her.

"Yes. Why didn't you tell me you were up for a promotion?"

"I didn't know I was. The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have not been officially informed."

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"Well, you certainly are being considered," Madhu said.

I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys. Madhu was now naked except for her panties. I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her bare breasts. She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed, a funny, wild smile.

"Tell me you favorite sexual fantasy again," she said.

I quivered. She had never asked this question before, never.

"Which one?" I asked, although I knew exactly which one she meant.

She dragged her nails over my bare leg. "You know which one."

"I want you to have sex with another man. I want him to impregnate you. I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about it." I gasped it out, my voice squeaky. Sweat started to flow from me.

"Tell me yours now," I asked. Madhu would never discuss her fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different. She was dying to tell me. She gave me a coquettish gaze, looking up from under her lashes.

"Oh, mine is almost the same as yours. In mine, a strong man takes me in a situation where I have little choice about it. You watch sometimes. Sometimes, I tell you about it. He fucks me. His dick is big and long and thick and so very hard. He fucks me all he wants to. He fucks me and makes me pregnant."

She was wild, digging her fingernails into my thigh. She leaned over conspiratorially.

"More than that, he makes me his slut. Me, Ajay, me. Little, sweet, shy Madhu. I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants."

"Why did you never tell me that?"

She ignored my question, standing and walking away. She spun to face me again, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward.

"I know what it will take to get you the promotion," she said.

"What?"

"Mr. Malik wants me. He wants to fuck me."

I started to quiver. I could tell Madhu was very sexually excited, more excited than I had ever seen her, even on the honeymoon. Her nipples were hard and I could see the dark stain of honey dew on her panties. Her eyes glittered as she sat by me again. Her hand slid up my leg to feel the erection in my shorts.

"I want to fuck him. I want him to take me. I want him to make me his slut. You would like that, Ajay, wouldn't you? You would like your sweet wife to fuck your boss and for you to get the promotion. Think of it, Ajay. Think of Mr. Malik, your boss, between my legs, fucking me, fucking me so hard. Think of his hot cum flooding my ravaged pussy. Think of his virile sperm seizing my eggs, making me pregnant. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Her hand was rubbing my cock hard now. I could not hold back.

"Oh, Ajay, you are excited. You came in your shorts. I want you to get hard again and cum in me, Ajay. I want you to cum in me as I tell you my fantasy."

I was hard in an instant. Madhu stripped off her panties and shoved them in my face, giving me a deep smell of her delicious odors. She lay on her back and pulled me between her legs as our eyes locked together. I was moving slowly in and out.

"Mr. Malik is my fantasy, Ajay. He tells me I will do as he says. If I do, you get a big raise. If I don't, you get fired. I have no choice. But, if I had a choice, it would be him. I want him to father my children. I want my belly fat with his child. So, I let him have me. And, oh, Ajay, he really has me! His cock is big, very big, and very hard. He fucks my pussy so good, so good."

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By now, Madhu was sweating profusely, her speech slurred, her nails deep in my back, her legs tight around me. Our breathing was ragged. I fought to hold back from cumming again.

"Then, he rolls me over and fucks my ass. He is not gentle. He just rams that big prick in me. I scream from the pain but it starts to feel good, as good as getting my pussy fucked. Then, I orgasm from his big cock in my ass. I can feel you, Ajay. I can tell you are ready to shoot. Cum, Ajay! Cum in me! Cum in me thinking of your sweet little wife getting royally fucked by your boss, of his seed growing in me."

She screamed and started bucking. I could not hold back any longer. My cock had never been that hard that long. I exploded in her. As we lay cooling together, Madhu said softly, "I intend to live my fantasy, Ajay. I am going to fuck your boss. I am going to bear his children And, if he will have me, I am going to be his slut."

She slipped out of bed. I heard her make a phone call from the living room. When she returned, I asked what she did.

"I called Mr. Malik. He will explain it to you in the morning. Now, go to sleep."

She curled up against me. I could not sleep. I had never been so aroused, so hard, so wild, as I thought about my Madhu carrying a baby. During the night, as her bottom was curled against me, I slipped my cock in her. She moaned and pushed back. "That is it, Ajay. Fuck me while I dream of carrying Mr. Malik' baby."

Mr. Malik called me into his office early the next day.

"I understand you and your wife had a nice conversation after the party last night, Ajay," he said.

"Yes, sir."

His eyes were cool, neutral as he watched me. I was surprised as how calm I felt.

"And, what is your understanding, Ajay?"

"My wife is going to have an affair with you."

"Is that all?"

"No, sir. You will make her pregnant."

A small smile twitched the corner of his lip for an instant. His eyes softened some.

"You have no problem with that?"

"No, sir. I have no problem."

"It will be more than that, Ajay. Let me explain the ground rules. First, you will get the promotion and a nice raise."

"Thank you, Mr. Malik," I replied. He nodded.

"I will expect your wife to do as I say when I say, which includes dress and decorum. I will have her when I wish, where I wish. In addition, I expect her to perform for my friends when I tell her to. So, it will not be just me fucking her, Ajay. Do you understand that?"

"Mr. Malik, may I sit down?"

"Of course. Would you like a drink?"

"No, sir. It is just . . . "

"I understand, Ajay, but, I want you to be aware of what is going to happen to her if I take her. No surprises."

"Yes, sir."

"The affair may last a weekend or a lifetime. I understand you two do not have sex very often?"

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"Yes, sir. Maybe twice a month." He laughed, not an evil laugh, but a laugh which said I was a fool for letting my wife service me so seldom.

"One of the real benefits to you, Ajay, will be lots of sex. She will have sex with you every night, either vaginally or orally. Anally is reserved for me."

"Of course," I said.

"Any night she does not satisfy you, you are to tell me the next morning so I can punish her. I will punish her for not keeping you very happy in bed or for any other reason I choose. In fact, she will be punished whenever I think she needs it, Ajay."

The thought of my wife being punished by my boss made me hard as a rock. I wondered how he would do it.

"As for you, you are to continue to treat her as your wife, to love and care for her. She will need care, particularly when she is pregnant and during the delivery stage. And, I expect you to be a fine father for my children, Ajay. I mean that sincerely."

"Children?"

"Yes. Children. I expect her to have three to five, in total, at least two of which are mine. Do you understand this, Ajay? I will make sure she has several children by me and at least one child by someone other than me."

"Yes, sir. I understand. We both do want children."

"Well, you will have plenty of them." He came around from behind his desk, sitting in the chair next to mine.

"She told me your fantasy. I will let you watch sometimes but, most often, she will tell you about it. I am sure she will have some good stories. Any questions?"

"No, sir."

"Good. I am picking your wife up at three today. She is spending the weekend with me."

I did not know what to say to that. Finally, I said, "Well, have a nice weekend."

He laughed. "I am sure I will, Ajay."

At three that afternoon, my head was spinning, knowing at this moment my wife was getting in my boss' car to fuck him for the weekend. I was so hard and my mind was so full of visions of Mr. Malik fucking my wife I could not think. That night at home I masturbated twice, thinking about Madhu with Mr. Malik. Saturday was a long day. Saturday night, I had just put a movie in the VCR when I heard the door bell. It was a young woman. She had on too much makeup, extremely tight clothes with a bare midriff and a very short skirt. She had high heels and stringy blonde hair.

"Ajay Khanna?" she asked.

"Yes. Who are you?"

"I am Tanya. Mr. Malik sent me. I am your promotion bonus."

Tanya was a real pro. She spent the night with me, taking her time to make the sex very enjoyable. I came four times before she left at dawn. But, she was not my wife. She was not Madhu.

Madhu got home about six Sunday night looking exhausted and well used. She gave me a big, long kiss at the door.

"Want to hear?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, as my cock strained at my pants.

"I need a hot bath. Come on and I will tell you." I followed her into the bathroom where she drew the bath water and undressed. As she turned around, I gasped. Her breasts were bruised, with blue splotches on them. I saw other bruises as my eyes ran down her body. Then, I had a bigger surprise.

"How do you like my shaved snatch?" Madhu asked. Her pussy was smooth and bald.

"What is that?"

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"A ring through my clit hood. He had me pierced. Want to touch?" I touched the tiny steel ring. She shivered and gasped from sexual need.

"That sure pops my clit," she moaned. Slowly, she lowered herself in the tub, moaning in enjoyment from the steaming water.

"How was Tanya?" she asked.

"He told you?"

"Yes. I think that was nice of him to do."

"Tanya was fine. I got a wonderful blow job." I said this intentionally because it was something Madhu never did. She laughed.

"I probably gave more blow jobs this weekend than Tanya did. Get me some aspirin and a soft drink, please, Ajay." When I returned, she took the aspirin, and lay back.

"Ready to hear?" she asked.

My cock had been ready since she walked in the door.

"I would love to hear," I said.

"He picked me up at three. We went directly to a store where he bought me some new clothes to wear, slutty clothes, Ajay, clothes that reveal me like you have never seen. I will model them for you later. I was wearing my new clothes when he took me to a nice restaurant. Then, we went dancing. It was about one when we got to his house. He took me to his bedroom. We hugged and kissed as we undressed each other. Then, he lay me back. His cock is huge, Ajay. I mean a monster. I was afraid I could not take it all. But, he was very gentle, letting me get use to his size. God, Ajay, I have never felt so full. It was heaven."

She opened her eyes to look at me. I was rubbing my very hard cock through my pants. She smiled softly.

"I have been ordered to take care of your every need. Want a blow job?" she asked.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Well, get over here."

I dropped my pants and moved to the side of the tub. Madhu, braced herself on her elbows on the tub side, and sucked me into her mouth. I was so aroused it took only a second before I shot. Madhu swallowed it down like a slut, the slut she had become. Then, she relaxed again in the bath.

"He fucked me until I could not come any more. Ajay, it was something. I had never come like that in my life. I mean I was fucked out, but he had not cum. He can hold back forever. I felt his hand in my pussy. Then, it moved to my ass. I could feel his fingers penetrating me back there.

'What are you doing?' I asked him.

'I am going to fuck your ass now. I am lubricating it.'

'No. I don't want you back there,' I said.

He just gave me an evil, demanding smile. 'Actually, I would enjoy your fighting me. banging your ass would be more fun for me than you giving it to me. But, it would hurt you a lot more. I suggest you shut up and turn over'."

I was getting hard again but Madhu's eyes were closed, her hands gently caressing her nipples which were hard as rocks. She was getting as hot remembering as she was telling me as I was listening.

" 'No,' I said. 'You may not have my ass.'

We both knew I wanted him to force me, to bang my ass. I guess the restraints were hidden behind the mattress. He rolled me over and lay on me. He pulled the restraints out and attached me to the bed, face down, arms spread.

"Now, little slut, beg me to fuck your ass.'

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"What is that?"

"A ring through my clit hood. He had me pierced. Want to touch?" I touched the tiny steel ring. She shivered and gasped from sexual need.

"That sure pops my clit," she moaned. Slowly, she lowered herself in the tub, moaning in enjoyment from the steaming water.

"How was Tanya?" she asked.

"He told you?"

"Yes. I think that was nice of him to do."

"Tanya was fine. I got a wonderful blow job." I said this intentionally because it was something Madhu never did. She laughed.

"I probably gave more blow jobs this weekend than Tanya did. Get me some aspirin and a soft drink, please, Ajay." When I returned, she took the aspirin, and lay back.

"Ready to hear?" she asked.

My cock had been ready since she walked in the door.

"I would love to hear," I said.

"He picked me up at three. We went directly to a store where he bought me some new clothes to wear, slutty clothes, Ajay, clothes that reveal me like you have never seen. I will model them for you later. I was wearing my new clothes when he took me to a nice restaurant. Then, we went dancing. It was about one when we got to his house. He took me to his bedroom. We hugged and kissed as we undressed each other. Then, he lay me back. His cock is huge, Ajay. I mean a monster. I was afraid I could not take it all. But, he was very gentle, letting me get use to his size. God, Ajay, I have never felt so full. It was heaven."

She opened her eyes to look at me. I was rubbing my very hard cock through my pants. She smiled softly.

"I have been ordered to take care of your every need. Want a blow job?" she asked.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Well, get over here."

I dropped my pants and moved to the side of the tub. Madhu, braced herself on her elbows on the tub side, and sucked me into her mouth. I was so aroused it took only a second before I shot. Madhu swallowed it down like a slut, the slut she had become. Then, she relaxed again in the bath.

"He fucked me until I could not come any more. Ajay, it was something. I had never come like that in my life. I mean I was fucked out, but he had not cum. He can hold back forever. I felt his hand in my pussy. Then, it moved to my ass. I could feel his fingers penetrating me back there.

'What are you doing?' I asked him.

'I am going to fuck your ass now. I am lubricating it.'

'No. I don't want you back there,' I said.

He just gave me an evil, demanding smile. 'Actually, I would enjoy your fighting me. banging your ass would be more fun for me than you giving it to me. But, it would hurt you a lot more. I suggest you shut up and turn over'."

I was getting hard again but Madhu's eyes were closed, her hands gently caressing her nipples which were hard as rocks. She was getting as hot remembering as she was telling me as I was listening.

" 'No,' I said. 'You may not have my ass.'

We both knew I wanted him to force me, to bang my ass. I guess the restraints were hidden behind the mattress. He rolled me over and lay on me. He pulled the restraints out and attached me to the bed, face down, arms spread.

"Now, little slut, beg me to fuck your ass.'

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'No,' I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under me, lifting me up a little to grab my breasts. He began to squeeze, his fingers digging into my flesh. It started to really hurt. That it where the bruises on my tits came from, Ajay, from his crushing it when I told him no.

'Please don't,' I whimpered. He squeezed harder. I thought he would rip my breasts off. Now, I was crying. I could stand no more.

'Fuck my ass, please. Fuck my ass. I am begging.'"

"He yanked me up on all fours. I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart, his monster at my virgin hole. He slammed all the way in on one stroke. God, it hurt, Ajay. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I screamed. I tried to pull away but his hands held my hips and my arms were tied. He waited as my ass hole spasmed in pain. When it finally relaxed, the pain began to subside. He started to move in and out, fucking my ass. It felt good. Soon, I was begging him to never stop. Oh, I begged him, Ajay. I begged him to never stop fucking my ass. I came twice from his monster cock up my ass."

She sighed contentedly and her eyes opened again. She smiled at me and saw my cock red and ready.

"Don't worry. I will let you have my ass someday," she said.

"No, Madhu. Mr. Malik told me I was never to take you there. It is reserved for him."

"Well, I will make it up to you," she said.

Madhu stood and began to dry off. Madhu never bathes in front of me and for her to stand and let me look at her naked body while she dries off is a great change in her behavior. A change for the better, I might add. I looked closer at her body. I could see faint fingerprints bruised against her hips where he had held her.

"What happened then," I asked? She gave me a little, knowing smile. She knew I was totally aroused by her story.

"After he came in my ass, we showered together. I sucked him until he was nice and hard. Then, he fucked me again. I went to sleep wrapped in his arms." Madhu wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. I could taste my cum in her mouth.

"You want a quickie or do you want to hear the rest of the story first?" she asked.

"A quickie." After walking to the bed, Madhu lay back, gave me a slutty look and spread her legs wide, grabbing her ankles to hold herself open. I had never seen her do that before. I knee walked between her legs and slipped my cock into her. She was sopping wet. She wrapped those legs around me and fucked me until I came, which was not long.

"Did you orgasm?" I asked. She kissed me gently.

"Ajay, I probably don't orgasm from you fucking me one time in ten. That is the reason I like you to eat me. And, it is one of the reasons I want Mr. Malik' monster cock. I orgasmed over and over on his cock, Ajay. Now, please eat me, baby. I want to cum, too."

I slipped between her legs, my mouth and tongue licking and sucking, taking her cum and mine, until she screamed in orgasm. When she had recovered, she continued.

"Saturday, I accompanied him as he played golf, riding in the cart. The cart was crowded with three of us but it was cozy. His partner put his hand on my leg at one point. I looked at Mr. Malik but he winked at me. His partner, Mr. Arnold, took liberties the rest of the way. I came on his fingers behind the seventeenth green."

Madhu was watching me like a hawk, to see my reaction. I was enjoying her story very much.

"Saturday night, he told me what to wear. Do you want to see it?"

"Very much," I replied.

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She jumped up and opened her suitcase. She put on a black garter belt, black fishnet stockings, black five-inch-heeled shoes with a strap running around her ankle, a very short and very tight black skirt. She added a white pushup bra and a see through white blouse which emphasized her breasts and narrow waist. She looked like a slut, a high class slut.

"Like it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Watch when I sit down."

She sat. It was almost impossible for her pussy not to show, the dress was so short. And, since she wore no panties and was shaven, the lips of her pussy were plainly visible.

"What do you think, Ajay? I am a slut, or what? I told you I would be his slut." She was excited at the thought, at being his slut.

"Go on with your story," I said. She smiled at me.

"'What are we doing tonight?" I asked.

'Mr. Arnold is joining us for dinner. Then, the three of us are coming back here for sex.'

I began to tingle. I never had two men before. And, it was very thrilling to be told and expected to obey without regard for my feelings. It was a lovely dinner at another great restaurant. During dinner both of them played with my legs. Oh, Ajay, at one point, my skirt was up so far, both of them put fingers in me at the same time. It made me cum. Right there in the restaurant, I came from two men finger fucking me. When we returned to the house, Mr. Arnold kissed me and began undressing me. Mr. Malik joined us. I never had two men before as you know, Ajay. I took one in my ass while another was in my pussy. I sucked one off while the other fucked me. I kept their cocks clean with my mouth. I must have cum fifty times. They left me in the guest bedroom, passed out from exhaustion."

She grinned.

"You have cum twice tonight. Do you need another?"

"Oh, yes," I said with a laugh.

"Doggie style?" Madhu said. I fucked my wife doggie style. This time I believe she came as I lasted forever.

"What happened next?"

Madhu was exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Hum?"

"After Saturday night?"

"Oh. Sunday, I fucked and sucked them both again. Then, I took a short nap. Mr. Malik awakened me, telling me we had an errand. That is when he had me pierced. That hurt. He meant it to hurt. The man at the tattoo parlor who did the piercing suggested they use a topical painkiller on me to deaden the area. Mr. Malik told him no, he wanted me to feel it.

'We need to tie her down, then,' the guy said. They tied me to a table, naked, legs spread. I felt him grab the hood with forceps and pull it out. Then, pop. I screamed like crazy. They gave me some aspirin. It is still throbbing some."

Madhu smiled wanly.

"Ajay, I have got to sleep," she said and rolled over. I heard her snoring in an instant.

The week was fairly uneventful. The biggest change was for me was I had sex with my wife every night. And, it was not the plain old sex we had been having. It was wild, hard sex with both of us orgasming until we could not cum again. Of course, I ate her pussy each night. It was very clear to me that my cock did not make her cum.

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Then, Wednesday, she went to the beauty parlor. Madhu had long brown hair which reached to her shoulders. She always wore it straight. She always wore a small earring in each ear. When she got back, I was shocked at the change in her appearance. Her hair was cut shorter, dyed a beautiful golden blonde and curled so it lay around her head. And, she had five tiny gold rings in each ear.

Thursday night, she said, "I am not going to have sex with you. I know you are suppose to tell him. I just want to see what he will do." I was angry with her for denying me and told her so. She was very surprised I was so strong with her. I think it secretly pleased her. But, she was adamant. She wanted to find out what Mr. Malik would do. She found out.

When I told him, he immediately called her at school. He ordered her to his office as soon as school was over that afternoon. About four, he called me, telling me to join him in his office. Madhu was sitting in a chair in his waiting room when I got there. Immediately, we both entered. She was twitching all over as she stood in front of his desk, bright eyed and eager with anticipation. He never said a word to her, although he did speak to me. He came around from behind his desk and undressed her. When Madhu was at school, she still wore the same conservative clothes she had always worn. Other times, she dressed like the slut she had become. He stripped her naked except for her thigh high stockings. Those he rolled down to her knees.

Then, he started fastening restraints to her wrists, thick leather bracelets which buckled in place and had big rings. Madhu never complained. In fact, she was loving it. I could smell her pussy and see the juice on her thigh. When he finished with her arms, he attached restraints to her legs. He pushed her face down over his desk. With rope, he bound her legs and arms so she could not get away.

Madhu was wild now. She started begging him not to hurt her. He grinned at me. It was clear she was loving what was happening to her. Finally, her spoke to her.

"Madhu, I do not tolerate disobedience. I told you to satisfy your husband every night. He tells me you intentionally did not obey last night to see what I would do."

"Yes, sir," she sobbed.

I could see the panic in her eyes as he jammed a ball gag in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. Her face was total fear and she was squirming all she could when he showed her the willow branch. It was about four feet long and very supple.

"Now, Madhu, you are a slut and I am your master. Ajay is your husband. You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will help you remember that."

He gave her twenty and he was not gentle. The stripes covered her from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most landed on her ass and upper thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the willow branch struck her.

When he stopped, he commanded, "fuck her cunt, Ajay."

I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted before I filled her with cum. Mr. Malik dropped his pants. His cock was a monster, much bigger than mine. He ran it in and out of her sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could in her ass. She screamed again and passed out. He stopped, his cock in her to the hilt. He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket and held it under her nose. When she revived, he fucked her ass long and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him. I watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there across the desk.

He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him and me. The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Madhu tied down and freshly fucked over his desk. I was have expected Madhu to be embarrassed at being seen by someone else. It was obvious what had happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when the secretary walked in the room.

After Madhu's sobbing had quieted, he asked, "Have we learned a lesson today, slut?"

"Yes, sir," she said, in a tiny, little girl voice.

"I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle with you."

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"Yes, sir," she sobbed again.

"Do you understand about being Ajay's slut as well as mine?"

She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from her in a very long time."

"Yes, sir."

"Release her, Ajay." I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself.

"May I go clean up, Mr. Malik?" she asked.

"No. Just dress. I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked."

When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look.

"You like being my slut, don't you, Madhu?"

She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed and jumped.

"I asked you a question, slut."

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. I like being your slut." She turned to look at me. "I like being your slut, too, Ajay."

From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships. Mr. Malik was my boss and Madhu's master. I was his employee and Madhu's husband. Madhu was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut, his slut first and my slut second.

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Madhu & husband's boss continue their affair


I got off early from work on Friday to go home. I wanted to see how Madhu was dressing for the weekend. It would be her second time with Mr. Malik, my boss and her master.

As I told you, it was just last weekend when she had become my boss's slut, spending the weekend with him. She came back well fucked and happy and changed. During the week, she had not been with him. She had only seen or talked to him on Thursday when he whipped her with a willow branch in his office and fucked her ass as punishment for not having sex with me on Wednesday night. He ordered her to keep me very happy and as his slut, she was expected to obey all his orders, everyone.

I was happy for Madhu. She was loving being his slut and getting the royal fucking she wanted. More importantly, he was going to make her pregnant, fill her womb with his rich seed and give her the child I never could give her.

I was happy for me, too. Our sex this week had been the best since the honeymoon. Madhu had sex with me every time I asked except for Wednesday night and she found out what that was like.

I heard the shower go off as I walked in the bedroom. When I entered the bath, she was drying her shortish, curled blonde hair. It had been long and brown last weekend but a stylist selected by my boss had changed that. Carefully, she dried her ears around the six tiny gold rings my boss had installed.

"Hi, Ajay," she said with a big smile. "Come home to see me off?"

"I wanted to tell my best girl goodbye for the weekend. What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea. He just told me what to wear and to be ready at four."

"Excited?"

I could tell she was. She was bubbling, almost delirious with happiness. She could hardly speak without giggling. Her big eyes were bright and shiny as she started curling her hair as he wanted it curled. She sat naked at her dressing table, the dryer in one hand, a brush in the other.

I could smell her pussy, She was flowing just thinking about being with my boss, Mr. Malik. She had told me about last weekend. When she described his cock, I did not believe her. But, I saw him fuck her ass in his office and I had seen for myself. He had a very big cock. I knew that big cock was making my little slut wife a happy woman. She began applying her makeup.

"I did not know you wore that much," I said as she applied a heavy eyeshadow.

"Oh, Mr. Malik, wants me to wear more. He says I look more like a slut that way." She stopped to look up at me, the eye shadow pencil poised in the air. "I am a slut, you know. His slut."

"Yes, I know," I answered softly. She was a slut and she was Mr. Malik' slut, that was clear to us all.

She put on a bright red lipstick which matched her bright red finger and toe nails. Still sitting, she reached for her stockings. They were a sheer nylon, thigh high, but with a dark seam running up the back. She extended her shapely leg. Humming, she worked the nylon over her painted, pointed toes and sensually unrolled it up her leg. She stood and unrolled it over her thigh, lovingly adjusting it until the seam was perfect. Then, she sat and started on the other leg, giving it the same tender care. I knew she wanted to be perfect for him.

A week ago, she would not have worn such clothes. More significantly, no matter what she wore, she would not have let me see her like this, dressing, naked after her bath. Now, she enjoyed me looking. She stopped, one leg extended with the stocking to her knee, the other bent and already finished. She gave me a slutty look.

"You're hard. What caused it?"

"Why, you, of course."

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"No. I mean seeing me dress or thinking of your boss' big cock reaming out my tender pussy."

That was a good question. Of course, seeing her made me hard, but never this hard. I could not get out of my mind the picture of her tied over his desk as she fucked her ass. She was bound at arms and legs, spread. He fucked her so gloriously. I felt my cock twitch.

"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.

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"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 .