Milkman Milks My Wife
This is a story of how my innocent wife got fucked by the milkman. My name is Ajith and my wife is Ramya. We have a 10 month old baby named Rakesh. Ramya 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. Ramya 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 Ramya asked me if she could ask for the milkman’s help. I refused as I knew that it couldn’t help. But Ramya 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 Ramya. Milkman’s actual name is Sidhu. 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, Ramya let Sidhu 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 Ramya 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. Ramya 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 Sidhu, the milkman. Ramya opened the door and let him in. he wore a loose fitting shirt and a dhothi. Sidhu 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,” Sidhu 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,” Sidhu added seeing the worried expression on Ramya’s face. “Really?,” Ramya asked in surprise. Sidhu 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,” Sidhu added. Ramya 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. Sidhu sat on the bed. He immediately motioned Ramya to sit near him. Ramya 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,” Sidhu asked eagerly. Ramya 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.” Ramya 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. Ramya 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,” Sidhu asked after about 10 minutes of massaging. “It pains a lot. But I am ready to bear it for my son.” “Good,” sidhu said slowly shifting Ramya’s pallu. He moved onto the blouse hooks. Ramya raised her hand to stop him. But in the end she just placed her palm on his wrist. Sidhu peeled off her blouse and quickly removed her bra. Without any warning sidhu started sucking on her tits. “What are you doing?,” Ramya asked Sidhu 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 Sidhu cock goes inside Ramya’s pussy. Ramya was also turned on.