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My name is Sushmit, and my wife’s name is Sudeshna. We’re Gujarati, and this story is about how my sexy wife got fucked hard by two Muslim tailors in Ahmedabad. It was three days before Navratri, and we’d come to meet my parents. Sudeshna was excited to join the garba festival and wanted new chaniya-choli sets for the dances. I suggested she get them stitched instead of buying ready-made ones, and she agreed.
The next afternoon, we set out to find a ladies’ tailor who could deliver in two days. Our house is on Stadium Road, but we couldn’t find any tailor nearby who could work that fast. After a lot of searching, we stumbled upon a small tailoring shop run by an old Muslim man, around 70 years old, named Kashim Muhammad. He was dark, medium-built, and looked a bit frail. His young assistant, Sultan, was barely 19, lanky but with a naughty glint in his eyes. Kashim agreed to stitch Sudeshna’s cholis in two days. It was around 4 PM, and we were the only customers in the shop.
Kashim told Sudeshna to step into the small trial room at the back of the shop. She was dressed in a traditional saree, her curves accentuated by the tight blouse, her long hair flowing down her back. She looked like a proper desi beauty, her fair skin glowing under the dim shop lights. I followed her, but Kashim asked me to wait outside while he took her measurements. I nodded, but he left the door slightly ajar, and through the gap, I could see everything.
Sudeshna stood there as Kashim eyed her up and down, his gaze lingering on her full, blouse-covered boobs. He broke the silence, saying, “Madam, if you want a perfect fit for your choli, I need to measure carefully.” Sudeshna, a bit surprised, replied, “Yes, of course, perfect fit. But what’s the issue?” Her voice had a mix of curiosity and nervousness.
Kashim smirked and gently pulled her saree’s pallu aside, exposing her blouse. Sudeshna’s face flushed with shy embarrassment, but she didn’t stop him. His old, wrinkled hands moved confidently as he started measuring her shoulders, arms, and back, calling out numbers for Sultan to note down. The young boy stood nearby, stealing glances at Sudeshna’s body, his eyes hungry.
When Kashim moved to measure her chest, he paused and said, “Madam, for the breast cups, I need to measure in a special way. Is that okay?” Sudeshna hesitated, her lips parting slightly, but she didn’t say no. I could see her breathing get heavier, her chest rising and falling. I knew where this was going, and my cock twitched in my pants at the thought. I wanted to watch this unfold, maybe even more than that. Quietly, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Kashim and Sultan froze, looking scared at my sudden entry. I raised a hand, smiling, “Relax, just carry on.” Sudeshna caught my eye, and I gave her a slight nod. She understood my silent permission to let things go further. Her lips curved into a shy, naughty smile as she told Kashim, “Go ahead, do what you need to.”
Kashim’s confidence returned. His fingers moved to the hooks of Sudeshna’s blouse, unfastening them one by one. The blouse fell open, revealing her bra, barely containing her heavy, milk-filled boobs. Both men’s eyes lit up with lust. Kashim’s hands cupped her bra-covered breasts, squeezing gently. Sudeshna bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped her, “Mmm…” The air in the room was thick with tension, and my cock was rock-hard watching my wife being touched like that.
Suddenly, Kashim slipped his hand inside her bra, his fingers grazing her bare skin. Sudeshna gasped, “Aahh…” as his rough hands squeezed her soft, warm flesh. He pulled his hand out, shocked, his palm wet with milk. “Arre, she’s lactating!” he exclaimed. I chuckled, “Yes, Chacha, she gave birth a few weeks ago. Her boobs are full of milk, and sometimes it pains her.”
Kashim grinned, his eyes gleaming. “No worries, beta, I have a solution.” With that, he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Sudeshna’s naked boobs stood proud, firm, and heavy, with dark brown nipples dripping tiny beads of milk. She looked like a goddess, her body radiating raw, desi sexiness. Kashim signaled Sultan, “Go, lock the shop door and bolt it from inside.” Sultan hurried out, and Kashim moved behind Sudeshna, wrapping his arms around her. His hands grabbed one of her boobs, squeezing firmly.
Sultan returned, standing close, his eyes wide as Kashim pressed Sudeshna’s boob. Milk dripped from her nipple, then shot out in a stream, splashing Sultan’s face. He stuck out his tongue, eagerly licking the milk, his face lit up with excitement. Sudeshna moaned softly, “Oohh… yes…” her body trembling with pleasure and relief. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Chacha, don’t waste her milk. Let Sultan suck it straight from her boobs,” I said, my voice thick with arousal.
Kashim nodded and gently laid Sudeshna on the floor. She stretched out, her saree bunched up around her waist, her bare boobs glistening under the light. Kashim and Sultan sat on either side of her, each taking a boob in their mouth. The room filled with wet sucking sounds, “Slurp… slurp…” as they drank her milk greedily. Sudeshna’s moans grew louder, “Aahh… haan… chuso aur… oohh…” Her hands gripped their heads, pulling them closer as she writhed in pleasure.
Watching two strangers suck my wife’s milky boobs—one old enough to be her father, the other barely out of his teens—was driving me wild. Sudeshna was lost in the moment, her body sweating, her pussy probably soaking wet under her saree. My cock was throbbing, begging for release. The tailors kept sucking, switching sides, their tongues flicking her nipples, making her moan louder, “Haan… aur chuso… meri chuchi kha jao…”
Her moans turned desperate, and she screamed, “Ohh… this is heaven… fuck my choot… fill me up!” That was it. I stripped off my clothes, my hard cock springing free. Seeing me naked, Kashim and Sultan started undressing too. Sudeshna’s boobs were red and wet from all the sucking, shining with milk and saliva. The sight sent a jolt through my body, my cock pulsing with need.
Sudeshna’s eyes widened as she saw their cocks. Kashim’s was massive, thicker and longer than mine, veins bulging. Sultan’s was just as impressive, hard and eager. Kashim asked, “Beta, want to go first?” I shook my head, grinning, “Let Sultan have her first.” Sudeshna spread her thighs, her saree and petticoat hiked up, her panties already pulled down by Sultan. He buried his face in her choot, licking her wet folds. Sudeshna moaned loudly, “Aahh… haan… chato meri choot… oohh…”
Sultan’s tongue worked her pussy, slurping her juices, his lips sucking her clit. Sudeshna’s hips bucked, her moans filling the room, “Haan… aur chato… meri choot geeli kar do…” Meanwhile, Kashim sat beside her, grabbing her boobs and leaning down to kiss her. His lips locked with hers, their tongues dancing in a deep, hungry kiss. Sudeshna kissed him back with equal passion, her hands roaming his chest.
After a long, sloppy kiss, Kashim pulled back, giving Sultan space. The young boy positioned his cock at Sudeshna’s choot, rubbing the tip against her wet lips. “Haan… daal do… meri choot mein ghus jao…” she begged. Sultan pushed in slowly, his thick cock stretching her. Sudeshna gasped, “Aahh… kitna mota hai…” The room echoed with the wet sounds of fucking, “Fach… fach…” as Sultan thrust deeper, his balls slapping her ass.
Sudeshna’s moans grew wilder, “Haan… chodo mujhe… aur zor se… meri choot phaad do…” Sultan fucked her hard, his cock pounding her pussy, making her scream with every thrust. Her body shook as she hit one orgasm after another, “Oohh… main jhad rahi hoon… haan…” Finally, Sultan groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled her choot with his hot cum. Sudeshna came again, her body trembling, and pulled him into a deep, grateful kiss.
Sultan wasn’t done. He went back to her boobs, sucking her nipples, drinking the milk that spurted out. Sudeshna moaned, her body still buzzing with pleasure. At that moment, Kashim took his turn. He spread her thighs wider and shoved his massive cock into her dripping choot. “Aahh… Chacha… kitna bada hai… meri choot bhar do…” she cried, her voice thick with lust. Kashim fucked her steadily, the “fach-fach” sounds louder as his cock stretched her even more.
I couldn’t just watch anymore. I offered my cock to Sudeshna, and she grabbed it with one hand, stroking me hard. Her other hand jerked Sultan’s cock, which was hard again. “Haan… dono ke lund pakadungi… chodne do mujhe…” she moaned. Within minutes, Sultan and I came, our cum shooting all over her boobs, drenching them in thick, white streams. The sight pushed Sudeshna into another orgasm, her choot clenching around Kashim’s cock. He groaned and pumped his load deep inside her, filling her womb.
Sudeshna, still horny, sat up and took Sultan’s cock in her mouth. She sucked him hungrily, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip. “Mmm… tera lund ka swaad kitna acha hai…” she murmured. Sultan moaned, grabbing her hair as he came again, his cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.
We all collapsed, exhausted but satisfied. I checked my watch—it was nearly 9 PM. We’d spent five hours in that tiny trial room, lost in a haze of raw, desi sex. We dressed up, thanked Kashim and Sultan, and left the shop. Kashim promised to deliver the choli by the next afternoon. As we stepped out into the cool night, Sudeshna and I felt like a couple who’d just lived their wildest fantasy.
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