HI this is my first story. Any bhabhi,aunty or girls interested in my 9 inch cock can mail me on email@example.com.I am gujarati and this story is about how my wife got fucked by 2 Muslim tailors,My name is sushmit and her name is sudeshna.On last Navaratris, or three days before the 1st day of Navaratri, we reached to Ahmadabad to meet my parents, and Sudeshna wanted to witness and play ‘Garba” festival. Well, she wanted me to get her few new sets of traditional ‘chania-choli’ for her participation in the nocturnal gorba-dances.
So I suggested her to get her dresses stitched in lieu of taking some ready-made ones. She agreed. So next afternoon we went out in search of a ladies tailor’s shop who could deliver her dresses in two days. Our house is situated on Stadium Road, and in that locality we found no such tailor who could deliver things so early.
Finally suddenly we found one very small tailoring-shop, run by an old, septuagenarian, Muslim ladies are tailor who agreed to stitch her ‘cholis’ by two days. This tailor, named Kashim Muhammad, was medium in height, dark and appeared to be senile, who had a minor assistant named Sultan to run his shop.
However, it was around 4 o’clock (afternoon). And incidentally, we were the only two customers at his shop at that time. The senior tailor instructed my wife to enter the shop’s anteroom /trial room.
She entered it, followed by Kashim’s young Junior Sultan and me. Kashim asked me to stay out as he would measure up her body, all alone. I obeyed him. He closed the door but not fully, it was left ajar, and I could easily see inside through its gap. Contextually, Sudeshna, my wife, was in traditional Sharee and blouse etc. The old-man now looked at standing Sudeshna, silently and then fixed his eyes on her breasts.
And before assuming his job he asked my wife if she wanted a ‘perfect fitting’ of her Cholis ? She was a bit taken aback by his words, and said out, “Certainly perfect-fitting; why? What’s up ?
He smiled, and placed one his hand on her shoulder, in front of his young assistant who was aged hardly 18 years! And yanked her ‘pallu’ aside, thus revealing her blouse-covered front. My wife face turned crimson in boyish embarrassment, but she did not resist such advancement of that old-man.
He observed her with a smile on his lips, and then resumed his job with a measurement-tape in hand and while massaging her neck, sleeve, back, arms etc he want on to dictate to his boy the measured-sizes to jot down.
Finally he began measuring her endowed bosom, and while so doing he asked my wife once again, Madam, to take the perfect measurement of your breast-cups etc I need to measure up in some unconventional way, What? She blurted. She stood, confused.
By then I’d made out the situation; I sensed a golden chance being appeared now for me to voyeur a great threesome or foursome there. So I entered the anteroom, pushing the Ajar door in. Both the senior and junior tailors now turned a bit scared finding my intrusion. I asked them to remain cool. By then intelligent Sudeshna had understood what would happen now.
She looked up at my eyes, and got my tacit indication to go ahead. . She smiled, and, without inhibitions, asked the old-man to carry on. Surprised Kashim resumed his job with full confidence. His fingers now straightway came to front-hooks of the blouse of my standing wife, and he opened the hooks, one by one, before me, and peeled the unhooked blouse off her bosom. Instantly his eyes sparkled with lust, so were those of his young assistant, as my wife’s bra-hidden firm breasts jutted out.
Old-manpalms now closed upon Sudeshna’s bra-cups, and slowly he started cupping them. My wife’d closed her eyes, and she bit her nether lip in her teeth, overtaken by sexual excitement. Moments later the old-man shoved his right hand inside my wife’s bra, and she hissed as his fingers touched her bare skin or warm flesh inside. He continued squeezing her breasts within a half a minute he pulled out his hand, a bit surprise on his face.
His right palm was drenched with ‘lactic fluid! He spoke out, “Oh! It is lactating! I said out to him, Yes, Chahaji, she mothered a child only a few weeks ago, and her boobs are now abounded with milk, which sometimes gives her pain is it ?! He continued do not worry Beta.
I have a good solution for it and saying this he unhooked her bra, thus made her topless.
Her elated breasts, tipped with dark-brown aureole, stood open in their arrogance of youthful firmness and then instructed his junior, Go out and shut the shop-door and bolt it from within, and come back as his assistant walked out, he positioned himself behind my wife, and from her behind he embraced her in such way that his hands reached her breasts, and then he closed his both palms on one her breast-doms, and pressed.
By then that boy had come back and was standing nearby her, or watching her, agape. And as he did the pressing around the breast, in no moment drops of milk appeared on the nipple, then suddenly it gushed forward in a jet and drenched that open-mouthed boy’s face, who, on the spur of moment, pulled out his eager tongue to grasp the lactic rain over it, while my lactating wife was hissing in pleasure, tinged with a relief.
Seeing the boy’s eagerness for Sudeshna’s breast-milk, I asked Kashim, Chacha, don’t waste her milk, let him straightway suck milk from her breasts my words entitled them. And next moment, Chacha made my wife lie down on the floor on her back, and they seated on her both sides, and simply shared my wife’s pair of milk-oozing breasts between themselves, one each, while I kept onlooking.
My aroused wife was heaving, moaning and sighing in pleasure; she looked elated as she was not breast-feeding two stranger hungry mouths one was about double her age, the other was younger than her by some ten years. A unique experience for her: which my sexy wife was obviously enjoying a lot. She was sweating a lot she was already quite wet, I knew. And on the other hand my erection was reeling with sexual anger.
Whatever, those two Muslim tailors continued playing with my wife’s breasts, consuming as much of the milk as they could suck from her breasts. Time seemed to be frozen, as it were! They inter-exchanged their positions and thus continued to savor the lactic nectar from her breasts, by turns. Her pleasure-moans were getting louder, which suggested me she was now approaching unto her orgasm, and soon she reached one, then another, then again.
Suddenly she shouted oh it is heaven please fill me, eat me totally. In no time I took off my clothes. And seeing me naked with an erection, those two lovers also withdrew from her body and began taking off their clothes. My wife’s heavily-sucked breasts looked contented and reddened with heavy and long love-molestation, glistened with a watery substance, that’s a mixture of her milk-foam and saliva of her suckers.
The sight granted me a strange jolt of sexual bliss. Satiated Sudeshna’s eyes went wide as she looked at her ‘milk-tasters’. Both of them got a huge erection; I was surprised seeing the size as well as erection of Chacha. It was huge, even longer than mine in its length or size, so was that of the ‘late-adolescent’ boy! Chacha asked me if I wanted to take her first. I indicated him to engage his assistant to fill her first.
Gladly he instructed him to go ahead; Sudeshna parted her thighs to accommodate him. He shoved his face in between her thighs and next moment his mouth closed over her womanhood; my wife moaned aloud as he started licking and sucking her up. On the other hand, the old-man sat beside her and holding her two soft-fleshed breasts with hands he bent over her and his mouth eagerly closed over my wife’s.
I found him a great kisser, that the way he was kissing and sucking my wife’s lips and tongue it was simply unique. And naturally my wife was also equally responsive and receptive in her passion. After a long kiss he broke apart, and indicated me to stay aside a little. He himself also moved a little, thus giving that ramming boy full liberty and space to churn in her in full swing.
The assistant, Sultan, carried on with my multi-orgasmic wife with his full erotic vigor and savage strength, taking my wife, step by step, to seventh heaven, granting her orgasm after orgasm. And then suddenly moans of bliss escaped his mouth and he collapsed upon her, brimfully filling her receptive womb with his sperm, while bringing my wife to another trembling orgasm at the same time.
My satisfied wife spontaneously pulled his sweated face closer and planted a passionate kiss on his mouth in gratitude of love. When they broke their kiss, the boy again placed his mouth over my wife’s breasts and resumed sucking on her nipples, by turns, seeking another spurt of milk. Soon he found her nectar and went on to savor it to his heart content unless it temporarily dried down again.
While he was savoring my wife’s breast-milk she again turned excited, and at this moment the old-man entered her with a thrust. And as he began ramming himself into my wife, I offered my erection to my wife to get a ‘handjob’. She, with her both hands, caught hold of my manhood and that of that boy, and started wanking us. And within 5 minutes she brought us to a huge ejaculation, almost at a time.
We flooded over her high bosom; our gabs of seminal deluge completely covered her breast-domes and teemed down her sides. And it granted her an orgasm, which perhaps triggered the pumping old-man to release his seed into her. As the old-man pulled out from her within, she sat up and took Sultan’s still-angry manhood in her warm mouth, and sucked him lovingly till he made another huge ejaculation in her hungry mouth. She swallowed his entire ejaculated deluge.
After our orgy we all rested a little, and then we all took on our clothes. I saw my watch it was then almost 9 o’clock, night! It means we spent long 5 hours there, in the Eden of erotics! We thank them a lot. The old-man promised to make delivery of her ‘choli’ by next afternoon. As contented couple’ we stepped out of the shop that night.