This is a story of how my innocent wife got fucked by the milkman. My name is Ajith and my wife is Shanti. We have a 10 month old baby named Rakesh. Shanti is a very conservative lady. She prefferes t wear saree even though she used to wear salwars. She is 36 and I am 38.
After she gave birth to the child we came to know that she wasn’t able to produce enough milk for the baby. Doctors said that it was because of her age that she wasn’t able to produce enough milk. But she also said that there might be chances that her milk production may increase with stimulation. She was disappointed that she wasn’t able to produce enough milk for her baby. We tried our best for stimulating her nipples to produce enough milk but with no result.
It was then that our servant Renu came up with an idea. She suggested that the milkman might be able to produce enough stimulation to produce milk as he had lots of experience milking cows. Shanti seemed to like the idea. But I saw it as a joke. But Renu added that she had heard from a friend of hers about how the milkman was able to produce enough milk when she was struggling to feed her baby. I still saw it as a joke.
One day Shanti asked me if she could ask for the milkman’s help. I refused as I knew that it couldn’t help. But Shanti was adamant. We had a fight.
Next day neither of us spoke to each other. I was off to office but midway I remembered that I had forgotten to take my cell phone. I returned home. Just as I was nearing our home, I saw the milkman’s M80 parked in front of our gate. I parked the car at a distance and decided to check what was happening. The milkman was talking to Shanti.
Milkman’s actual name is Ramlal. He was in his mid fourty’s. he was very tall and highly muscular guy. His palms were as hard as rock due to the daily milking of cows. After a few minutes, Shanti let Ramlal in. but after about 5 minutes he came out and left. I waited to see if he would return.
Finally I comforted myself by saying that probably she had called him in to give money. I went back to office after taking my cell phone. But I wasn’t comfortable. Renu’s words were still lingering in my mind. I wondered if Shanti would ever do such a foolishness. Finally I decided to place spycams to check. next day I placed one spycam in the living room, one in the bedroom and one in the bathroom and left for office.
I returned back home late in the afternoon. Shanti was still not talking to me. But most importantly I needed to check the videos. I got hold of all the spycams I placed and locked myself up in the computer room. I started plaing the clips on my pc.
In the first 2 hours there was no movement and then by about 10 am the milkman came. He left immediately much to my relief. But he had an unusual smile on his face. I decided to check the rest of the clip.
By about 11 am there was another knock on the door. It was Ramlal, the milkman. Shanti opened the door and let him in. he wore a loose fitting shirt and a dhothi. Ramlal smiled at her rather sheepishly. She returned a weak smile. It was evident that she was tensed.
“No need to be tensed madam. This is not the first time that I am helping a women to produce enough milk for her baby. It happens at many places. No one speaks about it. That’s all,” Ramlal said.
“And you know something? Some women especially the high class ones hate to breast feed their babies. They choose to buy some other womans breast milk. And its me who has to supply them that,” Ramlal added seeing the worried expression on Shanti’s face.
“Really?,” Shanti asked in surprise.
Ramlal just nodded his head in reply.
“When we consider such women whatever you are doing is not a sin. It’s for the benefit of your own child. That shows the care that you give for your son. That shows how good a mother you are,” Ramlal added.
Shanti seemed to feel a little better. In fact she was flattered by him.
“Come lets go to the bedroom,” She said leading Sidu into our bedroom.
Ramlal sat on the bed. He immediately motioned Shanti to sit near him. Shanti sat at a distance on the bed.
She was wearing a green saree. Shealways wears saree above her navel and her saree perfectly covers her 36-d breasts. Her figure is 36-34-36.
“Shall we start,” Ramlal asked eagerly.
Shanti took a deep breath and nodded her head. First he felt her breasts through her blouse. “Madam you are not relaxing. You can produce enough milk only if you are relaxed.”
Shanti closed her eyes. Meanwhile he continued feeling her breast through her saree. Her eyes were still closed. He now started to massage her titties. First he did it slowly. Gradually he started to squeeze them heavily. Shanti squeeled when the squeezing got heavy. But she did not complain. Her blouse hat a wet patch, The area through which her milk had drained. He continued his massage. He was enjoying every bit of it.
” How do you feel madam,” Ramlal asked after about 10 minutes of massaging.
“It pains a lot. But I am ready to bear it for my son.”
“Good,” Ramlal said slowly shifting Shanti’s pallu. He moved onto the blouse hooks. Shanti raised her hand to stop him. But in the end she just placed her palm on his wrist. Ramlal peeled off her blouse and quickly removed her bra. Without any warning Ramlal started sucking on her tits.
“What are you doing?,” Shanti asked Ramlal in surprise pushing his head away.
“Madam just like we splash water before milking a cow, I am trying to cool down your nipples so that it can produce enough milk,” saying this he continued with the sucking process.
Just as his lips touched her nipples I could see a pole rise in his dhothi. He continued to lick her tits one after the other sucking the small amount of milk that came. It was clear that he had a huge cock. It was trying hard to break free from his under wear. Even I had erection thinking about how it would feel if Ramlal cock goes inside Shanti’s pussy. Shanti was also turned on. After about 5 minutes of sucking she started letting out small moans.
After about 15 minutes of sucking her nipples started producing milk much easier. Now Ramlal started milking her breast one by one just like he milked a cow. Shanti was under a lot of pain. But she was enjoying it. By now Ramlal had lost all his control. He started to rub his erection onto Shanti’s thighs. Just then Shanti stopped Ramlal. Ramlal was startled and his erection had disappeared all at once. Just then she did something no one had expected. She stripped off her saree. Now she was in her petticoat only.
“The milk will spoil my saree,” Shanti replied with a naughty smile.
This was enough for Ramlal. He at once got his lips onto hers. She spend no time resisting his kiss. She returned the kiss passionately. Ramlal continued to suck her tits and drink its milk. His cock was in its full size.
Shanti at once freed his cock out of his underwear.”OMG wat a huge cock,” Shanti exclaimed surprised at the size of the cock which was about 10 inches. Shanti started to suck his monster as he started to rub her pussy over her petticoat.
Ramlal asked Shanti to rub her ass on his huge monster. Shanti at once got her huge ass rubbing on his cock. Ramlal untied the petticoat which fell on the ground. He removed her panties which was already wet with her pussy juices. Ramlal started kissing my wife’s pussy. He started fingering her. Shanti started to moan. She wanted to be fucked.
Shanti forced Ramlal onto the bed while she sat on his cock. She was cautious in the beginning giving small strokes. My wife’s pussy was not wide as my cock was just 6 inches. Just then Ramlal gave her a hard one which caused a lot of pain to her. She collapsed onto Ramlal’s body. Ramlal continued to fuck her in doggy style. She was letting out small moans. I was completely turned on by the way my wife was being fucked.
Ramlal continued with his gentle strokes. I was surprised at how long he could hold back. He did not cum even once when Shanti had her climax. He continued to fuck her mercilessly as if she was an animal. My wife was enjoying the fuck though. He tried various positions
Finally he got his shaft out and put it in Shanti’s mouth. She took her mouth away as she hated to drink cum. But Ramlal forced his dick into her mouth and started stroking it. With a loud moan Ramlal came in my wife’s mouth. The cum was so much that my wife had to drink half of it. The rest she spat on the floor. They lay there soaked in cum and milk for another half an hour. Ramlal left promising to return the next day. This fucking continued.
After she gave birth to the child we came to know that she wasn’t able to produce enough milk for the baby. Doctors said that it was because of her age that she wasn’t able to produce enough milk. But she also said that there might be chances that her milk production may increase with stimulation. She was disappointed that she wasn’t able to produce enough milk for her baby. We tried our best for stimulating her nipples to produce enough milk but with no result.
It was then that our servant Renu came up with an idea. She suggested that the milkman might be able to produce enough stimulation to produce milk as he had lots of experience milking cows. Shanti seemed to like the idea. But I saw it as a joke. But Renu added that she had heard from a friend of hers about how the milkman was able to produce enough milk when she was struggling to feed her baby. I still saw it as a joke.
One day Shanti asked me if she could ask for the milkman’s help. I refused as I knew that it couldn’t help. But Shanti was adamant. We had a fight.
Next day neither of us spoke to each other. I was off to office but midway I remembered that I had forgotten to take my cell phone. I returned home. Just as I was nearing our home, I saw the milkman’s M80 parked in front of our gate. I parked the car at a distance and decided to check what was happening. The milkman was talking to Shanti.
Milkman’s actual name is Ramlal. He was in his mid fourty’s. he was very tall and highly muscular guy. His palms were as hard as rock due to the daily milking of cows. After a few minutes, Shanti let Ramlal in. but after about 5 minutes he came out and left. I waited to see if he would return.
Finally I comforted myself by saying that probably she had called him in to give money. I went back to office after taking my cell phone. But I wasn’t comfortable. Renu’s words were still lingering in my mind. I wondered if Shanti would ever do such a foolishness. Finally I decided to place spycams to check. next day I placed one spycam in the living room, one in the bedroom and one in the bathroom and left for office.
I returned back home late in the afternoon. Shanti was still not talking to me. But most importantly I needed to check the videos. I got hold of all the spycams I placed and locked myself up in the computer room. I started plaing the clips on my pc.
In the first 2 hours there was no movement and then by about 10 am the milkman came. He left immediately much to my relief. But he had an unusual smile on his face. I decided to check the rest of the clip.
By about 11 am there was another knock on the door. It was Ramlal, the milkman. Shanti opened the door and let him in. he wore a loose fitting shirt and a dhothi. Ramlal smiled at her rather sheepishly. She returned a weak smile. It was evident that she was tensed.
“No need to be tensed madam. This is not the first time that I am helping a women to produce enough milk for her baby. It happens at many places. No one speaks about it. That’s all,” Ramlal said.
“And you know something? Some women especially the high class ones hate to breast feed their babies. They choose to buy some other womans breast milk. And its me who has to supply them that,” Ramlal added seeing the worried expression on Shanti’s face.
“Really?,” Shanti asked in surprise.
Ramlal just nodded his head in reply.
“When we consider such women whatever you are doing is not a sin. It’s for the benefit of your own child. That shows the care that you give for your son. That shows how good a mother you are,” Ramlal added.
Shanti seemed to feel a little better. In fact she was flattered by him.
“Come lets go to the bedroom,” She said leading Sidu into our bedroom.
Ramlal sat on the bed. He immediately motioned Shanti to sit near him. Shanti sat at a distance on the bed.
She was wearing a green saree. Shealways wears saree above her navel and her saree perfectly covers her 36-d breasts. Her figure is 36-34-36.
“Shall we start,” Ramlal asked eagerly.
Shanti took a deep breath and nodded her head. First he felt her breasts through her blouse. “Madam you are not relaxing. You can produce enough milk only if you are relaxed.”
Shanti closed her eyes. Meanwhile he continued feeling her breast through her saree. Her eyes were still closed. He now started to massage her titties. First he did it slowly. Gradually he started to squeeze them heavily. Shanti squeeled when the squeezing got heavy. But she did not complain. Her blouse hat a wet patch, The area through which her milk had drained. He continued his massage. He was enjoying every bit of it.
” How do you feel madam,” Ramlal asked after about 10 minutes of massaging.
“It pains a lot. But I am ready to bear it for my son.”
“Good,” Ramlal said slowly shifting Shanti’s pallu. He moved onto the blouse hooks. Shanti raised her hand to stop him. But in the end she just placed her palm on his wrist. Ramlal peeled off her blouse and quickly removed her bra. Without any warning Ramlal started sucking on her tits.
“What are you doing?,” Shanti asked Ramlal in surprise pushing his head away.
“Madam just like we splash water before milking a cow, I am trying to cool down your nipples so that it can produce enough milk,” saying this he continued with the sucking process.
Just as his lips touched her nipples I could see a pole rise in his dhothi. He continued to lick her tits one after the other sucking the small amount of milk that came. It was clear that he had a huge cock. It was trying hard to break free from his under wear. Even I had erection thinking about how it would feel if Ramlal cock goes inside Shanti’s pussy. Shanti was also turned on. After about 5 minutes of sucking she started letting out small moans.
After about 15 minutes of sucking her nipples started producing milk much easier. Now Ramlal started milking her breast one by one just like he milked a cow. Shanti was under a lot of pain. But she was enjoying it. By now Ramlal had lost all his control. He started to rub his erection onto Shanti’s thighs. Just then Shanti stopped Ramlal. Ramlal was startled and his erection had disappeared all at once. Just then she did something no one had expected. She stripped off her saree. Now she was in her petticoat only.
“The milk will spoil my saree,” Shanti replied with a naughty smile.
This was enough for Ramlal. He at once got his lips onto hers. She spend no time resisting his kiss. She returned the kiss passionately. Ramlal continued to suck her tits and drink its milk. His cock was in its full size.
Shanti at once freed his cock out of his underwear.”OMG wat a huge cock,” Shanti exclaimed surprised at the size of the cock which was about 10 inches. Shanti started to suck his monster as he started to rub her pussy over her petticoat.
Ramlal asked Shanti to rub her ass on his huge monster. Shanti at once got her huge ass rubbing on his cock. Ramlal untied the petticoat which fell on the ground. He removed her panties which was already wet with her pussy juices. Ramlal started kissing my wife’s pussy. He started fingering her. Shanti started to moan. She wanted to be fucked.
Shanti forced Ramlal onto the bed while she sat on his cock. She was cautious in the beginning giving small strokes. My wife’s pussy was not wide as my cock was just 6 inches. Just then Ramlal gave her a hard one which caused a lot of pain to her. She collapsed onto Ramlal’s body. Ramlal continued to fuck her in doggy style. She was letting out small moans. I was completely turned on by the way my wife was being fucked.
Ramlal continued with his gentle strokes. I was surprised at how long he could hold back. He did not cum even once when Shanti had her climax. He continued to fuck her mercilessly as if she was an animal. My wife was enjoying the fuck though. He tried various positions
Finally he got his shaft out and put it in Shanti’s mouth. She took her mouth away as she hated to drink cum. But Ramlal forced his dick into her mouth and started stroking it. With a loud moan Ramlal came in my wife’s mouth. The cum was so much that my wife had to drink half of it. The rest she spat on the floor. They lay there soaked in cum and milk for another half an hour. Ramlal left promising to return the next day. This fucking continued.
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