20-09-2025, 02:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 20-09-2025, 05:05 PM by Ankur 2019. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Arvind yawned and woke up to some unknown mildly audible whimpering. He looked at his still wrist-clad smartwatch and looked at the time, realising it was 9 am and he immediately sat straight and looked aside to see his wife Rashmika missing. Their only son Bittu slept sound cuddled to his teddy pillow. He sighed and listened to the sounds coming from the hall....
Another sigh...and Arvind got down the bed restlessly to rush out of the bedroom and reach the hall, just to see Rashmika having a small brief chat with the local milkman Damru. Arvind felt an itch of irritation to see his very educated harvard-graduated wife attempt an apparently very broken bhojpuri with the buff looking milkman who probably belonged to some rural area or a remote village. But that wasn't all!
It was Rashmika's overall presence which bothered Arvind more. She was standing with the vessel of milk in her hand and her salwar kameez looked a little less demure because of the dupatta missing and she had quite a meaty cleavage. Her slight weight gain post marriage and post pregnancy was very prominent, making her have broader hips and a chunkier ass and not to mention a good pair of melons that could easily invite any pair of masculine hands to grope and knead. And on top of it all were her lips which seemed slightly glossed and her long nails manicured in a light orange hue which held the vessel firm, but easily visible to the buff milkman's eyes.
Arvind sighed and listened to the irritating buff milkman smile beneath his rough moustache and speak in a very jolly tone...."Shukriya memsaheb .."Tumka baat karat humra bariya lagel!" (It's fun talking to you!), to which Rashmika smiled cutely with a brief giggle and she did the typical gesture of covering her mouth with her hand, replying in a sweet "shukriya Damru bhayiya!" and finally the man did a 'namaste' gesture and left.
Thud!
The door closed and Rashmika turned to finally face her husband. With a smile she took the vessel of milk to the kitchen, passing a very casual "slept well hun?"
Arvind was still irritated and with rub of his eyes, he asked...."Why Rashmi? I mean......why do you have to be....uh!"
Rashmika placed the vessel on the gas stove and turned to look at her husband with mildly serious eyes. She gracefully crossed her hands against the cushiony silken orbs of her chest and sighed a simple"hmmmph!" and raised an eyebrow. Her radiant fair features with full lips dipped in a sarcastic expression somehow scared Arvind and he just couldn't explain why he was having sleepless nights ever since he saw her a bit too friendly with the goon-like milkman.
A creepy silence followed and Arvind finally spat out....
"Okay Rashmi.....we need to talk on this! "
Rashmika looked at her own smartwatch and turned her back towards her husband, sending a jolt of a negative wave inside him and she continued to boil the milk and prepare some tea on the next stove, while casually asking without any eye contact....
"Talk about what dear?"
Arvind clenched his palms in a fist and asked...."Rashmi! I am serious!! Look at me for God sake!"
Rashmika shut the stoves off and turned to face her husband and ask him as she placed her hands on either hips....
"What happened Arvind? You look worried!"
"Rashmi! What's with that Gowti idiot's over friendly behaviour with you?? I mean.... why do you even take milk from him? We can order it... "
"Arvind common! You know his story...... Very few houses take his services and he also needs to pay the bills, feed his children and wife right? and moreover Damru is a really sweet person....he never..."
Arvind felt his heartbeat rise. He hated it so much whenever his wife would behave very ambiguously and use words in a subtle sarcastic tone.
"Okay wait...."he never" what?? What do you mean exactly??"
Rashmika again increased the silence by a moment or two and then passed a cute but an irritating giggle, looking down and adjusting the strand of her hair in a typical feminine way, but this whole act wasn't soothing for Arvind, rather it boiled his blood to the fullest and he remembered that cunning smile of Damru and straightaway walked towards his wife and gripped her shoulders firm.... "Rashmi!! Answer me for God sake! We are a urgh..,fukin couple damnit!!!!"
"My dear sweet husband is insecure of a rougue buff villager snatching away his curvaceous wife away from him hmmmm?"
The tension in the dining hall increased insanely and Arvind stood silent as Rashmika ran her nails on his unshaven cheeks, but still it gave a boyish look to his face, because by no stretch of the imagination was Arvind a very rugged looking man, rather he resembles the chocolate-candy men often found in soap operas, the precise opposite of buff masculine hairy men like Damru and this was precisely why the interaction bothered him and somehow the demure running of his wife's orange manicured nails on his cheeks, calmed him.
"Rashmi.... Dont do that! That man is an absolute goon....you have just no idea!"
Rashmika now stopped her act of demureness and she took away her fingers from her husband's cheeks and raised an eyebrow...."Stop your silly delusions! Arvind.... He is just a friendly milkman who delivers me Milk! That's it!"
"Wait....'Me'????" Arvind felt his heart shudder. This was meant to be a simple Sunday morning, but it was slowly getting darker than even the most isolated corners of Hell now.
Rashmika gapsed a bit at her own silly mistake, but then with a subtle chuckle, she corrected her own sentence...."uff ho, I mean...to Us!, Arvind what's wrong with you and why exactly do you hate Damru so much hmmm? He is even friendly with Bittu! Didn't you see how he hugged him and kissed his cheek and offered him a chocolate!"
"Which Bittu threw away! I clearly told him not to take chocolates from strangers!!" Arvind arrogantly replied, as if proud of the fact that his son listened to him the other day.
"Yes I remember very well!" Rashmika continued to talk with a serious disgusted face, but soon turned the other side to get on with her stuff, preparing the tea and pouring it into two cups, continuing ahead...."Bittu will just grow up to be like you! Arrogant and Racist!"
"Rashmi! That's not the point!! This uneducated man irritates me with his prolonged talks! Why can he just deliver the milk and fuck off!" Arvind passed a big fiery sigh and stopped, but to his further horror, he realised his wife very casually prepared the snacks, not bothering to face him even after hearing all this and then the very next moment, once the biscuits were served on the mini plates, she looked at him and used a strangely teasing tone....
"Hmmmmmm...never knew my husband is so jealous of a mere milkman! Wait...let me check down there!"
Arvind knew what was coming up and he warned his wife with a mild nodd of his head in a "no".
"Let me free you a bit hun! The corporate tension has made you a dull Doubting hubby!" Rashmika smiled and kissed her husband's cheek, passing a sexy subtle lick and then she ran her hand down to the round tshirt neckline of a still surprised Arvind whose eyes now had less anger and more shock and astonishment combined. And just then without any hesitation, Rashmika took off her husband's tshirt in a jift and tossed it off the ground. The moment she did that, Arvind felt a thick fog of lust creep throughout his body and Rashmika slowly and sensually got down on her knees, to lay her eyes on the most typical sight, she always welcomed on mostly Sundays and a beaming sweet, but still a subtle cunning smile planted on her lips.
It was the sight of a very reasonable hardon inside Arvind's Jockey shorts!
"Hmmmmm.....an Mba graduate is aroused due to the tension from an insecurity towards a buff strong manly rural Milkman?"
Arvind clenched his fists firm as his lump grew more thicker, although the overall size was no way anything sort of impressive and still his heart melted whenever he saw admiration in Rashmika's eyes when confronted with his thingy. His heart jumped in anticipation whenever she would mouth him in the most romantic way possible, but since the past few Sundays, the mornings always began the same way...
The murmuring of Damru and Rashmika's voice synced together!
The over friendly behaviour of Damru towards her!
The praises she often used for the rogue of a man!
And then of course the embarrassing arousal of Arvind due to just doubting a possible affair between Rashmika and Damru!
"Once again you are aroused Mr husband!" Rashmika mocked Arvind, studying the lump he had in his shorts.
"It has nothing to do with urgh.... Your interaction with him!"
"With who hunny?" Rashmika teased. She found these moments full of a dark thrilling sadistic pleasure, which she herself hated to admit.
"Common....I am talking about 'him!!" Arvind looked irritated, only hoping that his son remained in his slumber and not waking up only to find his parents in such an awkward sexual situation!
"Who dear? Rashmika teased again, tracing her nails around the lump area and to some extent, even the border of the waistband, but not bothering to yank down the marterial yet. But on the other hand, the tension was constantly killing Arvind inside and shutting his eyes, he clenched his fists even more firmly and spat
out....
"That bloody milkman Damru!!! Who bloody else!!!"
Rashmika chuckled and just poked her tongue out, licking and outline of her husband's average hardon, but still Arvind closed his eyes, gaining some insane pleasure out of it and a sweat trickled down his forehead for a simple yet thrilling reason.....
A set of questions about to be asked by his wife!
A series of embarrassing questions which even questioned his masculinity!
Deep down, Arvind wanted to yank his cock out and almost plead for a blowjob, however Rashmika enjoyed these dark pleasurable moments with her husband, knowing very well the fruits of it all. Unknown to Arvind, she had deliberately become over friendly with the buff milkman and to know why, let's go a little backwards, to around a month ago....
.........
Rashmika sat inside her bestie's cabin. Her bestie Shohini Malhotra was a sex therapist who was strangely popular due to her odd suggestions to couples, just in order to enhance their sex life!
Shohini played with her pen and asked.... "Hmmmm...is Arvind going through a lot of stress?"
Rashmika adjusted her dupatta and sat more comfortably, looking down at the random tile textures and just murmured....."Don't know....but apparently he surely is!"
Shohini murmured...."hmmmmm okay..... and how is the sex?" Her pony tail tied hair along with her saree clad body gave her a mature look and that too with a nice slim rimmed glasses on the tip of her nose.
"Just average.....I mean.... he is just fine, getting over with it and all..."
Shohini admonished...."I had suggested Roleplays....what happened?"
Rashmika shifted her eyes to her own purse and tossed it away, with a grumpy tone...."He hates it!"
"Hmmmmm.....okay then! I have a twisted solution in that case....but careful! Dont cross lines hehe!"
The moment Shohini passed that playful giggle, an annoyed and upset Rashmika looked upto her and asked...."what's funny? What kind of solution??"
Shohini got up from her chair and sat besides her bestie. She genuinely wanted Rashmika and Arvind's sexual chemistry to flourish and taking a bit of a bite on her lower lip, she asked...."Rash, you remember you had told me about that ummmm rural Milkman who delivers milk at your flat and Arvind kinda hates him!...?"
"Uhmmm yeah.....ummm that man.....don't even remember...but hey what about him?" Rashmika looked curious and confused at the same time.
"What I meant was....... Some men get a thrill from some twisted teasing from their wives and Arvind could be that type too and the milkman can help you both!" Shohini's voice looked enthusiastic and a bit perverted, however wrapped with the covers of professionalism and a psychological assurance.
Slowly Rashmika's mouth opened up and she leaned ahead to ask further...."Wait...wha....I mean....what do you mean? What's the milkman has to do with all this??"
Shohini chuckled and passed her twisted but harmless plan to her bestie. She suggested how to be a bit over friendly with the milkman, only in order to tease Arvind in a bit of a sadist but fun way. Rashmika was also awed by his some men would possibly get aroused from merely suspecting their wives interact with some other lower strata men and she couldn't wait to actually demonstrate.
To not overstress Arvind, Rashmika decided to just do a simple teasing game on Sunday mornings....
And now back to the present.....
......
"Hmmmmmm the lump is too eager to enter my sweet mouth! But not yet!!" Rashmika played with the waistband of her husband and slowly pulled it down, but then to Arvind's further frustration, she snapped it back against his skin and then just looked into his eyes and asked him....
"Answer me first!"
"Rashmi... please not again!!! Bittu will be up soon, get over with it already!!!"
"Our sweet son is asleep like a log! He doesn't get up before 11!" Rashmika replied back, while again getting her fingers on the waistband and asked....
"You doubt I might be having a frisky affair with that Gabru milkman hmmmm?"
"Urgh.... Maybe!" Arvind managed to murmur, but his frustration clearly evident!
"And you think you can protect me from him hmmmm?" Rashmika cooed, slowly getting the waistband down and Arvind sighed and managed to answer....
"Urgh!.... I will!! I bloody will!! Now common....stop these awful questions!!"
"Just one more......dear hubby!" Rashmika smiled when she noticed the hardon get thicker and thicker within the material and maintaining the same cunning smile, she asked again....
"And what if Damru ummm delivers his Milk inside Me, instead of the vessel hmmmm?"
And that was it!
Rashmika didn't have to move any step further and remained on her knees when a sexually aroused Arvind yanked his own shorts down and allowed his dear wife to accept his thick yearning appendage straight into her mouth. Being a mother, she was also aware that she had to finish off the task soon before her sweet son would wake up and the visuals of her and Damru's chit chats in Bhojpuri got painted in Arvind's mind again and he pumped his cock in and out of his wife's mouth, ejaculating his own milk deep inside her throat, which Rashmika happily gulped.
Once the cock deflated back to its clitty position, Arvind sighed and thumped on the sofa and pulled up his shorts, smacking his head with a light chuckle of his own. On the other hand, Rashmika gulped her husband's entire semen and burped a bit followed by a silly playful chuckle as she romantically cuddled to her husband.
"Rashmi!! Gosh.....does every Sunday has to begin like this?? That was jnsane...but damn..... Uh...gosh! "
Rashmika kisses her husband's cheek and cuddles him even more, playfully adding....
"How does it matter dear! Thanks to our milkman for ensuring your Milk to me! Hehe!"
Both Arvind and Rashmi chuckled and soon they settled with their tea and biscuits. Both assured of a sexy heavenly night with the constant mention of the Milkman!
The End.
_________________
This was just a playful random kinky incident lingering in my mind, it was meant to be short and sweet! Hope you all enjoyed it. Will soon work on a longer story once planned!
Another sigh...and Arvind got down the bed restlessly to rush out of the bedroom and reach the hall, just to see Rashmika having a small brief chat with the local milkman Damru. Arvind felt an itch of irritation to see his very educated harvard-graduated wife attempt an apparently very broken bhojpuri with the buff looking milkman who probably belonged to some rural area or a remote village. But that wasn't all!
It was Rashmika's overall presence which bothered Arvind more. She was standing with the vessel of milk in her hand and her salwar kameez looked a little less demure because of the dupatta missing and she had quite a meaty cleavage. Her slight weight gain post marriage and post pregnancy was very prominent, making her have broader hips and a chunkier ass and not to mention a good pair of melons that could easily invite any pair of masculine hands to grope and knead. And on top of it all were her lips which seemed slightly glossed and her long nails manicured in a light orange hue which held the vessel firm, but easily visible to the buff milkman's eyes.
Arvind sighed and listened to the irritating buff milkman smile beneath his rough moustache and speak in a very jolly tone...."Shukriya memsaheb .."Tumka baat karat humra bariya lagel!" (It's fun talking to you!), to which Rashmika smiled cutely with a brief giggle and she did the typical gesture of covering her mouth with her hand, replying in a sweet "shukriya Damru bhayiya!" and finally the man did a 'namaste' gesture and left.
Thud!
The door closed and Rashmika turned to finally face her husband. With a smile she took the vessel of milk to the kitchen, passing a very casual "slept well hun?"
Arvind was still irritated and with rub of his eyes, he asked...."Why Rashmi? I mean......why do you have to be....uh!"
Rashmika placed the vessel on the gas stove and turned to look at her husband with mildly serious eyes. She gracefully crossed her hands against the cushiony silken orbs of her chest and sighed a simple"hmmmph!" and raised an eyebrow. Her radiant fair features with full lips dipped in a sarcastic expression somehow scared Arvind and he just couldn't explain why he was having sleepless nights ever since he saw her a bit too friendly with the goon-like milkman.
A creepy silence followed and Arvind finally spat out....
"Okay Rashmi.....we need to talk on this! "
Rashmika looked at her own smartwatch and turned her back towards her husband, sending a jolt of a negative wave inside him and she continued to boil the milk and prepare some tea on the next stove, while casually asking without any eye contact....
"Talk about what dear?"
Arvind clenched his palms in a fist and asked...."Rashmi! I am serious!! Look at me for God sake!"
Rashmika shut the stoves off and turned to face her husband and ask him as she placed her hands on either hips....
"What happened Arvind? You look worried!"
"Rashmi! What's with that Gowti idiot's over friendly behaviour with you?? I mean.... why do you even take milk from him? We can order it... "
"Arvind common! You know his story...... Very few houses take his services and he also needs to pay the bills, feed his children and wife right? and moreover Damru is a really sweet person....he never..."
Arvind felt his heartbeat rise. He hated it so much whenever his wife would behave very ambiguously and use words in a subtle sarcastic tone.
"Okay wait...."he never" what?? What do you mean exactly??"
Rashmika again increased the silence by a moment or two and then passed a cute but an irritating giggle, looking down and adjusting the strand of her hair in a typical feminine way, but this whole act wasn't soothing for Arvind, rather it boiled his blood to the fullest and he remembered that cunning smile of Damru and straightaway walked towards his wife and gripped her shoulders firm.... "Rashmi!! Answer me for God sake! We are a urgh..,fukin couple damnit!!!!"
"My dear sweet husband is insecure of a rougue buff villager snatching away his curvaceous wife away from him hmmmm?"
The tension in the dining hall increased insanely and Arvind stood silent as Rashmika ran her nails on his unshaven cheeks, but still it gave a boyish look to his face, because by no stretch of the imagination was Arvind a very rugged looking man, rather he resembles the chocolate-candy men often found in soap operas, the precise opposite of buff masculine hairy men like Damru and this was precisely why the interaction bothered him and somehow the demure running of his wife's orange manicured nails on his cheeks, calmed him.
"Rashmi.... Dont do that! That man is an absolute goon....you have just no idea!"
Rashmika now stopped her act of demureness and she took away her fingers from her husband's cheeks and raised an eyebrow...."Stop your silly delusions! Arvind.... He is just a friendly milkman who delivers me Milk! That's it!"
"Wait....'Me'????" Arvind felt his heart shudder. This was meant to be a simple Sunday morning, but it was slowly getting darker than even the most isolated corners of Hell now.
Rashmika gapsed a bit at her own silly mistake, but then with a subtle chuckle, she corrected her own sentence...."uff ho, I mean...to Us!, Arvind what's wrong with you and why exactly do you hate Damru so much hmmm? He is even friendly with Bittu! Didn't you see how he hugged him and kissed his cheek and offered him a chocolate!"
"Which Bittu threw away! I clearly told him not to take chocolates from strangers!!" Arvind arrogantly replied, as if proud of the fact that his son listened to him the other day.
"Yes I remember very well!" Rashmika continued to talk with a serious disgusted face, but soon turned the other side to get on with her stuff, preparing the tea and pouring it into two cups, continuing ahead...."Bittu will just grow up to be like you! Arrogant and Racist!"
"Rashmi! That's not the point!! This uneducated man irritates me with his prolonged talks! Why can he just deliver the milk and fuck off!" Arvind passed a big fiery sigh and stopped, but to his further horror, he realised his wife very casually prepared the snacks, not bothering to face him even after hearing all this and then the very next moment, once the biscuits were served on the mini plates, she looked at him and used a strangely teasing tone....
"Hmmmmmm...never knew my husband is so jealous of a mere milkman! Wait...let me check down there!"
Arvind knew what was coming up and he warned his wife with a mild nodd of his head in a "no".
"Let me free you a bit hun! The corporate tension has made you a dull Doubting hubby!" Rashmika smiled and kissed her husband's cheek, passing a sexy subtle lick and then she ran her hand down to the round tshirt neckline of a still surprised Arvind whose eyes now had less anger and more shock and astonishment combined. And just then without any hesitation, Rashmika took off her husband's tshirt in a jift and tossed it off the ground. The moment she did that, Arvind felt a thick fog of lust creep throughout his body and Rashmika slowly and sensually got down on her knees, to lay her eyes on the most typical sight, she always welcomed on mostly Sundays and a beaming sweet, but still a subtle cunning smile planted on her lips.
It was the sight of a very reasonable hardon inside Arvind's Jockey shorts!
"Hmmmmm.....an Mba graduate is aroused due to the tension from an insecurity towards a buff strong manly rural Milkman?"
Arvind clenched his fists firm as his lump grew more thicker, although the overall size was no way anything sort of impressive and still his heart melted whenever he saw admiration in Rashmika's eyes when confronted with his thingy. His heart jumped in anticipation whenever she would mouth him in the most romantic way possible, but since the past few Sundays, the mornings always began the same way...
The murmuring of Damru and Rashmika's voice synced together!
The over friendly behaviour of Damru towards her!
The praises she often used for the rogue of a man!
And then of course the embarrassing arousal of Arvind due to just doubting a possible affair between Rashmika and Damru!
"Once again you are aroused Mr husband!" Rashmika mocked Arvind, studying the lump he had in his shorts.
"It has nothing to do with urgh.... Your interaction with him!"
"With who hunny?" Rashmika teased. She found these moments full of a dark thrilling sadistic pleasure, which she herself hated to admit.
"Common....I am talking about 'him!!" Arvind looked irritated, only hoping that his son remained in his slumber and not waking up only to find his parents in such an awkward sexual situation!
"Who dear? Rashmika teased again, tracing her nails around the lump area and to some extent, even the border of the waistband, but not bothering to yank down the marterial yet. But on the other hand, the tension was constantly killing Arvind inside and shutting his eyes, he clenched his fists even more firmly and spat
out....
"That bloody milkman Damru!!! Who bloody else!!!"
Rashmika chuckled and just poked her tongue out, licking and outline of her husband's average hardon, but still Arvind closed his eyes, gaining some insane pleasure out of it and a sweat trickled down his forehead for a simple yet thrilling reason.....
A set of questions about to be asked by his wife!
A series of embarrassing questions which even questioned his masculinity!
Deep down, Arvind wanted to yank his cock out and almost plead for a blowjob, however Rashmika enjoyed these dark pleasurable moments with her husband, knowing very well the fruits of it all. Unknown to Arvind, she had deliberately become over friendly with the buff milkman and to know why, let's go a little backwards, to around a month ago....
.........
Rashmika sat inside her bestie's cabin. Her bestie Shohini Malhotra was a sex therapist who was strangely popular due to her odd suggestions to couples, just in order to enhance their sex life!
Shohini played with her pen and asked.... "Hmmmm...is Arvind going through a lot of stress?"
Rashmika adjusted her dupatta and sat more comfortably, looking down at the random tile textures and just murmured....."Don't know....but apparently he surely is!"
Shohini murmured...."hmmmmm okay..... and how is the sex?" Her pony tail tied hair along with her saree clad body gave her a mature look and that too with a nice slim rimmed glasses on the tip of her nose.
"Just average.....I mean.... he is just fine, getting over with it and all..."
Shohini admonished...."I had suggested Roleplays....what happened?"
Rashmika shifted her eyes to her own purse and tossed it away, with a grumpy tone...."He hates it!"
"Hmmmmm.....okay then! I have a twisted solution in that case....but careful! Dont cross lines hehe!"
The moment Shohini passed that playful giggle, an annoyed and upset Rashmika looked upto her and asked...."what's funny? What kind of solution??"
Shohini got up from her chair and sat besides her bestie. She genuinely wanted Rashmika and Arvind's sexual chemistry to flourish and taking a bit of a bite on her lower lip, she asked...."Rash, you remember you had told me about that ummmm rural Milkman who delivers milk at your flat and Arvind kinda hates him!...?"
"Uhmmm yeah.....ummm that man.....don't even remember...but hey what about him?" Rashmika looked curious and confused at the same time.
"What I meant was....... Some men get a thrill from some twisted teasing from their wives and Arvind could be that type too and the milkman can help you both!" Shohini's voice looked enthusiastic and a bit perverted, however wrapped with the covers of professionalism and a psychological assurance.
Slowly Rashmika's mouth opened up and she leaned ahead to ask further...."Wait...wha....I mean....what do you mean? What's the milkman has to do with all this??"
Shohini chuckled and passed her twisted but harmless plan to her bestie. She suggested how to be a bit over friendly with the milkman, only in order to tease Arvind in a bit of a sadist but fun way. Rashmika was also awed by his some men would possibly get aroused from merely suspecting their wives interact with some other lower strata men and she couldn't wait to actually demonstrate.
To not overstress Arvind, Rashmika decided to just do a simple teasing game on Sunday mornings....
And now back to the present.....
......
"Hmmmmmm the lump is too eager to enter my sweet mouth! But not yet!!" Rashmika played with the waistband of her husband and slowly pulled it down, but then to Arvind's further frustration, she snapped it back against his skin and then just looked into his eyes and asked him....
"Answer me first!"
"Rashmi... please not again!!! Bittu will be up soon, get over with it already!!!"
"Our sweet son is asleep like a log! He doesn't get up before 11!" Rashmika replied back, while again getting her fingers on the waistband and asked....
"You doubt I might be having a frisky affair with that Gabru milkman hmmmm?"
"Urgh.... Maybe!" Arvind managed to murmur, but his frustration clearly evident!
"And you think you can protect me from him hmmmm?" Rashmika cooed, slowly getting the waistband down and Arvind sighed and managed to answer....
"Urgh!.... I will!! I bloody will!! Now common....stop these awful questions!!"
"Just one more......dear hubby!" Rashmika smiled when she noticed the hardon get thicker and thicker within the material and maintaining the same cunning smile, she asked again....
"And what if Damru ummm delivers his Milk inside Me, instead of the vessel hmmmm?"
And that was it!
Rashmika didn't have to move any step further and remained on her knees when a sexually aroused Arvind yanked his own shorts down and allowed his dear wife to accept his thick yearning appendage straight into her mouth. Being a mother, she was also aware that she had to finish off the task soon before her sweet son would wake up and the visuals of her and Damru's chit chats in Bhojpuri got painted in Arvind's mind again and he pumped his cock in and out of his wife's mouth, ejaculating his own milk deep inside her throat, which Rashmika happily gulped.
Once the cock deflated back to its clitty position, Arvind sighed and thumped on the sofa and pulled up his shorts, smacking his head with a light chuckle of his own. On the other hand, Rashmika gulped her husband's entire semen and burped a bit followed by a silly playful chuckle as she romantically cuddled to her husband.
"Rashmi!! Gosh.....does every Sunday has to begin like this?? That was jnsane...but damn..... Uh...gosh! "
Rashmika kisses her husband's cheek and cuddles him even more, playfully adding....
"How does it matter dear! Thanks to our milkman for ensuring your Milk to me! Hehe!"
Both Arvind and Rashmi chuckled and soon they settled with their tea and biscuits. Both assured of a sexy heavenly night with the constant mention of the Milkman!
The End.
_________________
This was just a playful random kinky incident lingering in my mind, it was meant to be short and sweet! Hope you all enjoyed it. Will soon work on a longer story once planned!
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