I am Rahul, working in an MNC. My wife is Menka. Today we went on a long drive. Now and then, I go out with my wife. I’m a workaholic. Until now, I did not understand anything except my work, my career. But now I try to give my beautiful wife as much time as possible.
Because Menka is currently mentally disturbed. A few days ago, she had an unwanted miscarriage. She had many dreams about her future child. She had imagined various things. But in this unwanted miscarriage, her dream has been shattered.
I will tell my life story. But, before that, we need to give some details about ourselves. Our married life is one and a half years. I am 26 years old. Menka is 22. She is very beautiful and sexy – height 5 feet 6 inches, slim body, thin waist, and full, huge ass.
The most striking thing about her slim body is her huge boobs. Their size is 36 D. People walking down the street must look at her pair of tits sideways once. And just at that moment, I felt proud of myself. In a word, she can be called film heroin.
I didn’t want to have a baby so soon. But as I said before, I’m crazy about work. My job is with a private company. So, I had to stay out of the house for a long time. As a result, Menka would get bored sitting at home. Menka herself is highly qualified.
To pass the time, she told me she would get a job. But, I could not accept the idea of doing her job. So, she offered to take the baby early. I no longer object to this. Her whims seemed reasonable to me. Everything was going well. But, just ten days ago, her miscarriage happened.
At first, Menka was shocked. I tried to comfort her in many ways. That’s why I’m trying to spend as much time with her as possible, taking time off from work. Before leaving today, I met an old Guruji of our family. We heard many spiritual sayings from him.
He gave various lectures on sacrifice. For example, peace of mind can be achieved through self-sacrifice. You don’t just have to think about yourself. There are many sad people in the world. We need to think at least a little bit about them. You can enjoy yourself by serving others.
He especially comforted Menka in various ways. He blessed Menka and said that her next child would be born better and smoother. For that, she must be more compassionate for the other. I know Menka is just kind enough. Guruji’s words impressed her well.
After meeting Guruji, we had lunch at a restaurant on the side of the road. Menka got in the car and asked, “Where are we going now, darling?”
I said, “Today, you tell me where to go.”
This time Menka named a museum. We had been planning to go there for a long time, but it was not possible. I immediately agreed to her offer. On the way, Menka raised the issue of Guruji. She said, “Guruji is right. Peace is possible only through sacrifice.”
“Yes. Guruji has been with our family for a long time. What he said is very true and reasonable.”
I was driving at a moderate speed. After a while, Menka put her hand on her chest and said, “Uhhhh.” I realized the cause of her pain. She had a miscarriage ten days ago. Now she is perfectly healthy. But the annoying thing is that her breasts have started producing milk.
Menka’s huge boobs produce a lot of milk. But, there is no one to drink that milk. Her huge melons are about to burst under the pressure of milk. Sometimes, she tries to get the milk out using a breast pump. But everyone knows that it is not possible to get all the milk out of my breast pump.
If someone else sucks and drinks that milk, it is 100% effective. Menka had earlier requested me to drink her milk. I also tried. But I couldn’t because I have allergies and an aversion to milk. From a young age, I could not drink any kind of milk.
I asked her, “What’s the matter, darling? Do your boobs hurt again?”
“Huh … but what is the use of you knowing that? You won’t drink my milk anymore, will you?”
“You know, darling, I can’t drink milk all the time.”
It’s late afternoon. The pain ruined Menka’s mood. I realized, today the joy of a short tour was lost. Menka was distorting her face in pain. I kept looking at her face. I slowed down the car a lot. The road on this side is quite secluded.
This is a high road. There is not a single person on the street. Shortly afterward, however, a man was seen standing on the side of the road. He raises one hand and asks us to stop the car.
I asked Menka, “Who is the man? He seems to be telling us to stand up.”
“I think so too. You stop the car.”
“What’s the point? There are no people in this secluded place.”
“Are you forgetting Guruji’s advice? He says to help someone in his need as much as possible.”
Therefore, I parked the car next to the man. At first glance, the man looked like a beggar. He was wearing ragged, dirty clothes. Age will be over sixty. The hair and beard have turned white. The man is very thin.
The man was standing where Menka was sitting by the window. He looked at Menka for a few moments and then at me and said, “Sir, I’ve been hungry for a few days. Would you please give me some food?”
I was very sorry to see the man. Menka looked at my face. But we have no food at the moment. I told him, “Listen, Baba, we don’t have food right now. However, I’m giving you some money. I hope it will help you.”
The man seemed pleased with my words. But he kept looking at Menka’s boobs. I know. Nobody misses the chance to see Menka’s huge boobs. What will be the exception of this beggar? Still, following his gaze, I looked at Menka’s chest.
But oh my god! Menka’s top is soaked in the milk coming out of her nipples in two places. She probably couldn’t guess. But the beggar understood the whole matter.
He said, “I don’t understand why God hurts good people like you!”
I said to him, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, maybe Madame has been deprived of her child happiness recently.” He pointed his finger at Menka’s chest. When Menka looked at her chest and saw milk stains on her top, she was very embarrassed. I also did not understand what to say at the moment.
The beggar broke the silence. He said, “Madam, there is nothing wrong with that. You are not to blame.”
Menka was throbbing with pain under the pressure of milk. She somehow replied, “Yes, uncle!” Her face was distorted with pain.
The beggar asked her, “What’s going on, madam? You look like you’re in a lot of pain.”
I said, “You’re right.”
“Then why doesn’t she pump out the extra milk?” The beggar looked at my face and asked.
I replied, “Not all milk can be extracted well that way.”
“Yes, you are right. If someone sucks with his mouth, all the milk can be taken out. Sir, you can drink Madame’s milk.”
Menka was embarrassed to hear the beggar’s open speech.
I replied, “Actually, I have had a strong aversion to milk since I was little. That’s why I can’t drink her milk.”
Meanwhile, Menaka growled, “Aaaahhh …..!”
This time the beggar said to me, “But I am very sad to see her plight. Something needs to be done for her.”
“What else can you do?”
“Sir, I have an idea in my mind. If you allow me, I can say that.” The beggar said to me in a hesitant voice.
Menka and I both looked at his face. I said, “Baba! Do you want to suggest to my wife to ease the pain? How can I stop you?”
“Look, sir, I told you before I am very hungry. I don’t need money at the moment. Rather, I need food. Madam is also suffering from the pressure of her milk. If she allows me to drink her breast milk, on the one hand, my appetite will be quenched; on the other hand, she will be somewhat relieved.”
We were both shocked by his words.
I shouted, “What?”
He seemed a little scared. He said, “Sorry, sir, I gave this suggestion. I felt very bad seeing her suffering. So I said this. Please forgive me.”
“You got the money. Now get out of here. We’re leaving too.” I started the car engine.
He was standing with his face down. This time Menka broke the silence. She told me, “You are so angry for no reason. He did not say anything about a bad motive. Maybe he gave me the proposal for relief.”
I turned off the car engine. Then I looked at her face. Menka’s response made the beggar’s eyes glaze over. He looked at Menka’s face curiously.
Menka looked at me and said, “Listen, Rahul, to be honest, you are always indifferent when it comes to my suffering. But look at the beggar on this street. He is already feeling sorry for me. He is trying to lighten my breasts.”
“That means, do you want to permit him to suck your boobs? I can’t think of it.”
“Please, Rahul, you allow him to suck my boobs. Because at the moment, my tits are hurting a lot. If he can reduce my breast pressure by drinking my milk, nothing is better than this. This is a trivial beggar. There is no fear of this matter being published through this. However, I will also get some relief from the pressure of milk.”
No words came out of my mouth. I just stared at the beggar once and once at Menka’s face. Menka was looking at me with curious eyes. I was silent for a while. The beggar said to me, “Sir, have you made any decision?”
Menka said in a slightly frustrated voice, “I know, you can’t accept it from the heart. All right, let’s go wherever you want. Broad-minded people are not so easily found in the world.”
“Okay, Menka. I love you. I’m willing to do anything for your comfort and relief. You make him drink your breast milk. You gain a little relief and, of course, satisfy his hunger.”
Menka’s face filled with a smile. She looked at the beggar.
I asked the beggar, “What is your name?”
“Karim, sir.”
That means he is a Muslim. In this case, it is necessary to know the opinion of Menka. Because he is a Muslim, Menka might object. I looked at Menka with curious eyes. Menka may have been able to understand my feelings.
She said to me, “Rahul, this is not what you think. Mutual benefits should not be judged. He is a Muslim beggar, but I have no objection. He wants to relieve me by sucking my boobs. There can be no more generosity than this. ”
I was relieved by Menka’s words. I told him, “All is well. But how can you suck my wife’s boobs in this open street? Someone can see us.”
“Sir, I have an idea. There is a Dhaba nearby. You can park your car there. My hut is very close to that Dhaba. If you, please come to my hut, I can comfortably drink madam’s milk there.”
I asked Menka, “Do you agree?”
Menka nodded in agreement.
I said to Karim, “Then you sit in the back seat of the car. We will go to Dhaba.”
Karim came and sat in the back seat of the car. Oh my God! What a terrible stench is coming out of his body. Probably he lives in a very dirty environment and doesn’t seem to have bathed for several days. Due to the foul odor on the beggar’s body, Menka began to hesitate.
But at the moment, she has no chance to object. Because she had promised the beggar to let him suck her boobs, she just stared into my eyes. I winked at her and told her to be patient.
After driving for five minutes, a Dhaba was seen on the left side of the road. I parked my car a little way from Dhaba. A few more cars were parked there. No one paid special attention to us. The beggar said to me, “Sir, get out of the car now. Lock your car well.”
We all got out of the car. After I locked the car, Karim said to me, “Sir, come with me now. You can reach my hut in 10 minutes walk.” We got off the main highway and took a dirt road. After walking for a while, some plants could be seen. Gradually the vegetation began to thicken.
Menka asked, “How much longer do we have to go?”
“We’ve almost arrived. We beggars live in a few huts in this secluded place. Who will give us a place to stay in the main city? I can safely drink your milk there. No one is likely to see it.”
His words proved true. After a while, we saw a few slum houses next to each other. The houses are fenced. Polythene sheet is installed on the roof to block rainwater and sun. The doors are made of tin.
Karim said, “Madam, don’t worry. There is no one in this place at the moment. Everyone has gone out to beg. They will not return before evening.”
Karim’s hut is very small. 10 ×10 feet. A stove, some pots, and a place to keep water are in one corner of the room. There is no bed but a mattress on the floor – a dirty pillow.
Karim said, “I know, sir, you are very disgusted here. But this is the palace for me.”
I said, “Don’t be shy, Baba. We’re not thinking of anything like that. We’re here to help each other.” Then I said to Menka, “Come, sit down, here.” After saying that, I showed her to Karim’s mat. Karim first sat down on the mattress. Then the two of us sat on either side of him.
Karim stared at the two huge globes on Menka’s chest. Her top was soaked in milk in two places around her nipple. I told him, “Don’t be late. We have to go home. You suck Madame’s boobs and give her some satisfaction.”
“Can I touch Madame’s boobs?” Karim looked at me and asked.
Menka laughed out loud at his words. I laughed too. Then I said to him, “How can you suck Madame’s boob without touching her? Now you can satisfy Madame in your way, and you can satisfy yourself.”
Karim extended one of his rough hands towards Menka’s breast and touched it. The touch of any other man’s hand on her boobs in life, except her husband. Eyes closed, she shuddered a little. Karim started lightly pressing Menka’s twin globes with both hands.
For the first time in his life, Karim can touch the boobs of such a beautiful, high-class woman. He wondered if he was dreaming. After a while, Karim started pressing Menaka’s boobs quite hard. It’s as if he’s trying to melt them both. I instructed Karim, “You take off her top. It will be to your advantage.”
Karim grabbed Menka’s top with both hands and started to open it. Menka raised both her hands so that Karim could easily open her top. Menka is wearing only a long skirt and a red front open hook bra. Most of her huge boobs are out of the bra.
Karim’s head is spinning, seeing the deep cleavage between the two boobs. This time Menka herself unhooked her bra. Karim took off her bra. 36 D size two huge tits jumped out in front of Karim’s lustful eyes.
The areolas in the middle of the pair of boobs are brown and puffy. The two nipples in the middle of them are like grapes.
“Oh, madam! Your breasts are very nice. I have never seen such well-formed and big breasts in my life.”
This time I felt my cock getting harder and harder. But it’s a little weird. A dirty beggar is caressing my loving wife’s boobs and seeing that I am getting hard on. I was amazed to see this latent cuckold fantasy in me. Karim grabbed Menaka’s naked boobs with both hands and started pressing hard.
Menka – Hmmm.
Due to Karim’s vigorous mauling, milk started coming out from Menaka’s nipple, and Karim’s hand started getting wet in it.
Menka – Ummm, it hurt!
Karim – Do not be upset, madam! I will immediately suck and reduce the pressure of your milk. Then, you will feel no more pain.
Saying this, he lowered his face on her boobs. He swallowed her nipple and started sucking. Karim slowly inserted a lot of boobs into his hot mouth cavity and began to suck vigorously. Karim drank Menaka’s milk with a ‘chuck chuck’ sound with satisfaction.
He exclaimed happily, “Oh madam! Your milk is so delicious and sweet! I am so lucky in life to have had the opportunity to drink such delicious milk.”
Karim pressed Menaka’s other boobs and twisted the nipple with two fingers. His big white beard was tickling her skin. I realized that Menka was getting hotter and hotter for all these reasons. Her eyes became cloudy because she was biting her lower lip with her teeth.
I also realized that Karim was taking advantage of my wife’s luscious body. Because he was not just drinking her milk. Instead, he was constantly mauling Menka’s other boobs. But I didn’t want to stop him. Because I thought he was giving her satisfaction. So, he deserves this bonus.
In just five minutes, Karim finished all the milk of Menka’s right breast. Then, raising his face, he asked her, “How are you feeling, madam? Feeling a little better than before? I have drunk all the milk of your tit.”
Menka smiled. She said gratefully, “Yes, I feel much better than before. Please drink this boob’s milk now.” Saying that, she touched Karim’s head on her left boob. I was stunned by her behavior.
Karim began to suck her left boob loudly with the sound ‘slurp slurp slurp.’ This time Menka has become very sexually aroused. She grabbed Karim’s head with both hands pressed hard on her boobs and said, “Oh come on ……………. suck harder. You suck so nicely.”
Karim was sucking one of her boobs and mauling the other cruelly. Suddenly he did a strange thing. He stopped sucking, lifted his face, and kissed Menka’s lips.
I was stunned. Menka was also surprised.
I said, “What did you do that for? You were dealt with that you will suck my wife’s boob. There was no deal with you that you would enjoy my wife’s body.”
Karim said very sadly, “I know that, sir. But your wife is very beautiful and sexy. I have never touched the body of such a high-status woman in my whole life. That’s why I’ve been sexually aroused by sucking her boob for so long.”
He was talking but was constantly pressing her tit.
I found the logic in his words. I told her, “OK. Carry on. You can kiss her. But first, give her some relief by drinking her milk.”
“Okay, Thank you, sir.” Karim started sucking Menaka’s boob again. But now and then, he was kissing her lips, cheeks, and neck aggressively. I didn’t stop him at all. At this, it seems, his courage increased. He hugged Menka and rubbed his lips on her neck and shoulders.
Menka looked at me. I gestured to her to stay calm. He was kissing Menka like crazy and said to me, “Sir! Your wife is very sexy and like a goddess. You don’t mind my behavior, do you?”
I said, “Nah! Nothing like that. You don’t have tension at all.”
This time he quickly took off his dirty shirt. Now, he is wearing only a dirty lungi. I said, “What happened?”
Seeing his naked upper body, it seemed that he had not had a bath well for a long time. His body was very dirty. He gritted his teeth and replied, “If I can touch my skin with Madame’s fair skin, it will be more fun, sir.”
I said, “Oh well!”
Menka might have slapped him hard on the cheek. But, she is very sexually aroused at the moment. So, she didn’t mind his behavior. Instead, she gently hugged his back.
After a while, he finished all the milk of Menka’s left boob. But, even then, he did not leave her. He continued to kiss and molest my sexy wife. His clumsy hand kept pressing her tits incessantly. This time Menka said, “Uncle, I have no more milk in my breasts. You have all drunk. Now let me go.”
Karim turned to me and said, “Sir, I tell you the truth, I have never had the good fortune to touch such a beautiful, sexy woman before. And to caress like this is a far cry. I don’t want to leave, madam.”
“So, what do you want to do?” I asked curiously.
“Sir, forgive me my guilt. I understand at least that you are very kind and generous. In that hope, I beg you one thing. Give me a chance to fuck Madame at least once.”
“What?” I said very loudly. Menka became speechless on hearing him.
In a very sad voice, the beggar said, “I knew you would not obey my whims. Because I am an insignificant beggar.”
I said hesitantly, “But Baba, tell me how it’s possible! She’s my wife.”
Then I was even more surprised by what Menka said. She said, “Listen, Rahul, Guruji has told us always to give up. Don’t be cruel to anyone. This poor man has been deprived of sexual pleasure for a long time. We should sacrifice for him.”
I said to her with a broken throat, “You have no problem with that?”
Menka said, “Darling, Guruji’s words have breathed new life into me. I have no objection to pleasing him. I am asking you the same question. Do you have any objection?”
This time I did not give any answer to Menka. Instead, I said to the beggar, “Okay, Baba! You can fuck my wife the way you like.”
The beggar was very happy. He said, “God will be very happy with you. There are no great people like you.”
To be continued.
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