My Sexy, Lactating Wife and Truck Drivers

Hi, I am Rahul and my wife, Menka. You must have read and enjoyed my previous story series, ‘My Lactating Wife and Beggar.’ My old readers know that, we like to benefit people and give free service.

I gave the beggar Karim and his sweeper friend Bhuvan several chances to screw my luscious wife. On the contrary, our sex life was more spiced up after these incidents. We engaged in frequent intercourse more than before.

She said to me one day, “Darling, I realize that you love me more than before. I think, by visualizing, those low-class people are fucking your wife in front of you, you are getting more excited.

Me: Look, Menka, visualizing you humiliated and ravaged by them, I am aroused.

Menka: Hmmm, I assume you have a cuckold fantasy.

“Cuckold fantasy! If you want to prove it a cuck fantasy, then it is true.”

She kissed me, “Any plan?”

“If you don’t have a problem!”

“I love you, honey. I must give you pleasure.”

A few days later, we went on a short tour. By the time of the return journey, it was almost evening. While returning to the highway, I felt hungry.

Me: Darling, there is a dhaba (a roadside restaurant) in front. Let’s have some snacks and coffee.

“Hmm, because you don’t drink milk.” She smiled mischievously. I looked at her and winked. After parking the car some distance away from the dhaba, we went inside and ordered coffee and snacks. After pleading for a long time, she agreed to wear hot pants and a sleeveless top.

She looked damn sexy as everyone was staring at her with lustful eyes. In such roadside dhabas, the presence of cheap prostitutes can be noticed after the evening, especially for the entertainment of long-route truck drivers and their helpers. All of the customers of the dhaba are low-class type.

She was feeling a bit hesitant, so I pretended to sip the coffee calmly. A few cheap prostitutes were also roaming inside there. After drinking coffee, we left the restaurant. A few heavy trucks and tempos were lined up some distance away. That place was surrounded by semi-darkness.

The scene, a few rough-looking men and whores bargaining there, did not escape her attention. Elbowing her, I said, “How are you feeling?” She grimaced and replied, “Very nasty.”

“Darling, I have an idea. You promised me to help fulfil my fantasy.”

“Yes, but how?”

“Today, you have to act as a cheap whore.”

“What! How can you imagine this? After all, I am a housewife. How can I blend in with those cheap whores?”

I answered with a sad expression on my face, “Okay, darling, and then let’s go home.” I started walking.

She stopped me by pulling my hand and replied gently, “Honey! Sorry for hurting you. I understand your emotions and also aware that you love me very much. I will not keep myself away from the promise given to you.”

She continued with a determined expression, “Yes, today, I will play the role of those cheap whores, if you are happy with it.”

Me: I love you, Darling.

We looked into each other’s eyes like lovers for a while.

Me: Now, I am waiting for you in the car. You start from here.

My car is parked about 50 yards away. I went there and sat. I saw my wife stand there for a while and looked at my car once. She then proceeded slowly towards the truck drivers. My heart was pounding hard. At the same time, I was feeling some thrill in my whole body.

The parking place of the trucks is somewhat dark. I was able to vaguely see the people of the place, including my wife. What I could notice is that she is exchanging talks with the truck drivers. I was not able to hear their conversation.

A few whores were listening to their conversation and looking at her in surprise. While talking to her, the men often looked at my car. I was internally getting very restless to listen to their talks. I noticed some drivers, and Menka, beyond my sights, went behind some trucks. Some fear began to engulf me.

I alerted her to call me immediately in case of any serious problem. I understood that they were determined to screw her inside the truck cabin. Apart from cabins, small-sized rooms are available for rent for a short time in the dhaba. Whore get fucked there too.

Ever since my wife went out of my sight, every moment seemed too long to me. I don’t know if I made a blunder, but a strange cuck-feeling intoxicated me. I could hear the shouting of people and the abuse of drunkards around me.
Then, about 2 hours passed.

During this time, I have no count of how many cigarettes I have smoked. Finally, I saw my loving wife coming out from behind a truck. After she came a little more, I noticed that she was unable to walk in her rhythm, rather staggering. She opened the door of the car and sat inside tiredly.

She looked completely exhausted. The outside light was entering the car a bit. It could be seen that some hungry animals have brutally ravished my beautiful wife. Her lips were slightly cut, and the blood was dried there. There are bite marks in several places on her body, hair and makeup are also messed up.

She looked at me angrily and said, “You are a pervert. Now let’s go from here, please.” On our way, we didn’t talk much. I gave her a bottle of beer, and she quickly took a few sips and handed it back to me. I started drinking beer while driving.

Once, I tried to start, “Menka!”

“Hmm, not now. I know you can’t wait, but, first of all, I will go home and get fresh. Then, I will narrate to you every ins and outs. Don’t worry!” Therefore, I maintained patience with great effort and drove home.

At first, she went to the toilet to freshen up. When she came out, I also came back fresh from the toilet. After completing dinner, I went straight to the bedroom and rested on the bed. She entered the room wearing sexy pink nightwear.

Me: How long do you want to make me wait, Darling?

She lay next to me, smiled, and kissed me, saying, “Don’t be afraid, honey. I will tell you everything in detail and help you fulfil your cuckold fantasy.”

“Yes, narrate everything, as I am very enthusiastic to listen.”

In Menka’s narration:

The way the decision was suddenly taken, for the first few seconds, I couldn’t understand how to start. Once, I thought I was taking a big risk. But the next time. I saw my cuck-husband sitting in the car and watching my movement with enthusiasm. I thought fulfilling the fantasy of him is also my duty.

I moved towards the truck drivers. These drivers are Sardar-jis. There were also some cheap prostitutes. Everyone was looking at me curiously. A lot of cleavage was visible from my top’s low neck. I wore high heels and hot pants. Every male was greedily looking at my fair and fleshy thighs.

As expected, all the people crowded around me. I was able to guess that they were confused, seeing my high-class look. I gave them a naughty smile to remove their fear.

One Sardar ji: “Hey, teri rate kitne?” (What is your rate?)

This time, I became confused. Honestly, I have no idea about the rate of whores. So, I started to mumble. Another Sardar ji commented in a harsh voice, “I will give her one thousand rupees.”

In no time, another Sardar ji said, “You rascal, you want to pay this tiny amount for such a nice chick? I want to hire her for two thousand rupees.” Another voice was heard from the side, “Two thousand and five hundred.” Many different prices started coming from all around.

The nearby whores were also surprised by this incident. They have not received any such offers in their whole working life. At last, my rate reached four thousand. The Sardar ji who offered me this amount asked, “Hey, randi, will you fuck with us? I have two helpers and me in my team.”

I guess the amount that was offered to me is quite burdensome for them. They couldn’t control themselves after seeing an alluring, voluptuous, high-class woman like me. I nodded in agreement. It seemed that his age was above 55, but even at this age, he had a muscular body.

I realized that today my body was going to be torn up by these savages when Sardar ji took me by pulling my hand. Before leaving, I looked at our car with the corner of my eyes. Sardar ji climbed into the cabin of his truck and extended his hand downwards.

As I grabbed his hand, he lifted me into the cabin in one fell swoop. For the first time, I got to see the interior of a long-route truck’s cabin. In addition to the driving seat, there are two more seats. At the back, is a long cushioned bed to rest during long-time drive.
“Chal ladki, idhar aake beth,” (Come on, sit here.) said Sardar ji, beckoning towards the bed behind the driving seat. His two helpers got into the cabin. One of them is approximately 40 years old and has a pot belly. Another, a young man aged around 35, has a beard.

One of them said with a curious look in his eyes, “We saw you get out of that luxury car and enter the dhaba. The person sitting in the car at this moment maybe someone you know.” Hearing his words, I felt a chilling cold run through my spine. I realized it would be better to disclose the matter to them.

I almost whispered and explained, “Actually, the one sitting in the car is my husband. That I will be screwed as a cheap whore today is his fantasy. I have come to you to fulfil his fantasy.”

“Wow! Lovely! That means, today, we are going to screw a rich, high-class housewife.” Sardar ji exclaimed in joy. I was blushing in shame. This time I was truly feeling like a cheap whore in front of these low-class men. I put my vanity bag in the corner.

“Then we are sorry, madam, for all the slung use we have made you so far,” Sardar Ji’s words were filled with regret. “No matter, actually, today I want to think of myself as a true randi,” I said, looking straight into his eyes.

He said by hugging me tight, kissing my face frequently, “Chal, thik hai, aaj tujhe hum log kha lege (Then okay, we will eat you up today).”

I felt his rough palms on my twins. He was mercilessly squeezing them. After pressing for some time, he lowered my top’s two straps. The two small bra-cups were failing to cover my huge breasts. He unhooked the bra and took it off my body. My two big melons jumped out in front of them.

The three lusty men forgot to blink their eyes after viewing my 36-D size, fair breasts, puffy, brown areolas, and erect nipples. “Saali, kiya chuchiya hai ! (Wow! What a nice breasts)!” One of the helpers commented.

Again I felt his palm’s touch on naked tits. He was twisting and rolling the nipples. Readers are aware that a lot of milk is generated in my breasts. Meanwhile, a lot of milk accumulated in my twins. As a result of his tight squeezing, milk flowed, and his palms got wet.

He looked at his palms with amazement and commented, “Wow! This lady is lactating!” Both the helpers were startled and excitedly said, “Then Sardar ji, don’t waste the milk, drink it.” One of them said, “It’s a bonus for us!”

Sardar Ji leaned and filled a lot of boob-flesh in his mouth and started sucking with a ‘slurp’ sound. He was flickering his tongue and giving soft bites on the nipple. I moaned and stroked his head with my fingers.

He commented with elation, “Hmmm, delicious! Madam’s milk is so tasty!”
The helper with a pot belly commented mischievously, “Don’t finish it all by yourself and leave some for both of us. We haven’t been able to find a lactating sexy chick in our lifetime.”

Sardar ji: “Look, I can’t assure you about milk. You should come and join now.”
“As you like!” Pot-belly quickly came forward, took my other boob in his mouth, and started sucking hard with a “chunk chunk” sound. Their hot, wet tongues were playing on my nipples.

Electric shock waves were spreading throughout my body. I moaned heavily and fondled both of their heads. Milk from my body continued to flow into their stomach. They were drinking my milk like hungry babies.

After one minute, the helper-2, the younger person, pushed the helper-1 away and took over that boob. He began to suck very aggressively. I was getting damn hot. Within 2 to 3 minutes, they finished all my milk. Sardar ji instructed, “Now, you two wait there, and, let me finish my job.”

They two sat on the front seats as before and started watching. Sardar Ji unbuttoned my pants, inserted his palm, and put two fingers together in my pussy-hole. He started rough fingering there. My pussy started leaking heavily. I was also moaning and about to cum.

After 3-4 minutes of finger-fucking, he removed all my clothes and made me completely naked. They were eagerly watching my clean-shaven, puffy, fleshy cunt. Sardar ji took off his pagri (turban) and clothes. At a time when he was fully naked, I was horrified to see the size of his dick.

It is at least 10 inches long and 4 inches in girth. I screamed, “Oh, my God! I can’t take it! It is so big! I’ll die in pain!”

“Kuch nahi hoga, aab so jaa,” (Nothing such will happen, now lie down.) He pushed me on the seat. I was shivering in fear. He stretched my legs to both sides and set the dick-head on my pussy-opening. He stroked a little, and the dick-head disappeared into the pussy.

He started giving short strokes. As his cock was very thick, I felt tremendous pressure on my pussy-wall. Only half his dick could manage to enter my pussy. So, he started long and solid strokes. I was feeling terrible pain. I shrieked in pain, “Oh, please, stop. It hurts so much!” But, he took deaf ears.

After ramming hard for some time, he was successful in entering his whole tool into my well completely. This time, his dick-head was directly hitting my womb. My pain was subsidized. Rather, I was enjoying it. He was giving big, long thrusts. Getting screwed like this for about 5 minutes, I cum heavily.

He again started to suck on my nipples. His long beard was tickling my body and I could not control my laugh. He made me hot again after sucking, pressing my boobs, and kissing my lips for another 5 minutes and started stroking again. He was fucking like hell.

The collision of our bodies made a ‘thap thap’ sound. He pinned my hands to the seat, humping me with great force and sucking my tits hungrily. Again, I orgasmned. Sardar ji was trembling now. As he moaned, he pushed his dick deep into my uterus.

I felt his hot cum filling my pussy. He emptied all the sperm into my womb. A strange calm spread over my body as well. He lay on top of me, numb for a few minutes. The pot-belly chased, “Sardar ji, please give us a chance. You move away from her body.”

He regained consciousness, “Oh! yes, yes!” Sardar ji went to the front seat. I could watch thick cum rolling out of my pussy hole. Pot-belly jumped on me like a hungry wolf. At first, he started kissing wildly all over my body. After that, he started sucking my boobs by applying teeth.

Pulling them in such a way as if to tear off them. He was failing to get milk from those, except merely a few drops. I was squealing in pain and requesting him not to torment me like that. After biting my boobs for a few minutes, he inserted his rod into my pussy.

He started stroking my already sleepy cunt at a fast pace. My body was shaking with the rhythm of his banging. During the course of fucking, he was using various slang towards me like ‘high-class whore’, ‘bitch’ etc. Within five minutes, I reached the climax and cummed heavily.

He also stuck his lund in my pussy, and started to sprinkle his load. As soon as he finished, the bearded young man bounced on me. To get milk, he was deliberately sucking my tits. He was biting my body everywhere. As a result, my body was covered with red bite marks.

I pleaded with him, “Please! Fuck me gently!” But he continued mistreating me. After five minutes, he suddenly stopped and said to me, “Now, madam, you get into a doggy position. That’s my favorite pose!” I obeyed his command and got on all fours on the seat.

“What a nice ass!” Saying that he gave a few solid slaps on my pumpkin-like, fleshy ass.

Me: Ouch!

He inserted his dick into my pussy from behind in one go. He was energetically fucking me from behind with a ‘thawaping’ sound. My slender body was rocking with every stroke, and my boobs were swaying heavily. He was continuously slapping my ass and speaking vulgarly, making the scene erotic.

After screwing non-stop for 10 minutes, he started releasing his load. I also reached the climax once again. My pussy was filled up with his semen and soon began to overflow. Now, I was completely exhausted. I flattened on the seat.

Sardar ji: Thank you, madam! Today, for your hubby’s fantasy and your generosity, we got a chance to screw a rich, sexy woman like you.

Me: Welcome!

When Sardar Ji offered me four thousand rupees, I instantly returned it to him and said, “No, please, I didn’t do these things for money. Surely you understand. We mutually helped each other.”

Sardar ji: Okay, as you wish, but won’t you introduce us to your hubby? We will be very glad if we can be your hubby’s friends.

Me: If he comes to know that I have disclosed our identity to you, he may be upset. I took this decision on my own so that, you enjoy me more aggressively.

“Yes, and that happened truly,” saying, he pointed to the cut marks and scratches on my body. I blushed in shame. “At least give us your phone number.” He begged me very earnestly. I gave them my contact number.

Menka’s narration ended:

Menka: How did you enjoy my story?

Me: Superb.

She was seductively looking at me. Her huge melons almost popped out from her nightwear. I opened her clothes and gave a close look at her naked body. I was getting very thrilled, watching how three lusty lower-class men abused my loving, voluptuous wife’s soft body.

Bite and scratch marks are visible in numerous places on her fair, sloppy body. I was so exhilarated that I almost jumped on her. That night, we had sex multiple times.

So, readers, how did you like my story? If I get positive responses from you, I will be inspired to write more stories like this. Thank you.