Lactating Guest Turned Family Slut

by Salahuddin Rehmaan

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Blackmail, Reluctant, True Story, Slut Wife, InLaws, Humiliation, Rough, Torture, Gang Bang, Indian Female, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Lactation, Voyeurism, Big Breasts, Indian Erotica, .

Desc: Sex Story: A lactating woman visited her husband's uncle's house for a week stay. But the males of the house seduced her and then each one of them fucked her, also included their friends, in the whole week stay.

This isn’t my story but submitted to me by one of my reader, he mailed me the whole story and I’m submitting it on behalf of him, you can mail me on rehmaan .1994@gmail.com or contact him directly at his mail address wasim.siddiqui .0708@gmail.com. So his story goes in his word...

Myself Wasim Siddiqui, I am 24 years old working in an Insurance Company as Senior Sales Manager. I joined the job when I was in college itself. It was like a part time job but when it started to cherish my needs, I quitted college from regular basis to distance learning and joined full time for job. Result was rapid growth in just two years and when I was 22, I was well established. My family started to search a bride and soon it was being found with the name of Rukhsana. She was a mind-blowing beauty, tall of height, oval shaped face, puffy and pink lips, fair skin, and long hairs. She wore tight salwar kameez and my goodness the boobs were round and firm. She had wide waist and thick thighs, but it was matching to her body ratio. She belongs to a poor family was cultured girl and followed every type of rituals dutifully. Beyond this, she was very shy of nature, hardly spoke and never abused anyone. She was a perfect bride for me, I had a joint family and I wanted a girl who can hold my family still. She belongs to a poor family, which was my first condition, so that she does not find the guts to raise her voice in the family. We got married, I plucked her virginity but this is not a part of story. She being so shy usually didn’t opposed even to wrong things and so she felt depressed. Therefore, I suggested her to write a daily about her daily activities, if she pens it down, she will not feel depressed. She picked the idea and started to write one. Soon she was pregnant and she delivered me a boy. I was happy like anything and the boy started to grow well. When he was a year old we started alternative food, she breastfed the baby yet supplementary food was being started. One tragic day my grandfather expired and we visited the village. After he was being buried the will was being read. My grandfather had farms and he distributed all the land in two parts. One was for me and other was for my uncle. My uncle was a greedy man, elder to my father but as per her nature we did not had good relation with them. His family consisted of four sons but the youngest of them was also elder to me. We never visited them even their place was just 3 hours from us. He was farming the land until then, and was very much frustrated with the division. He never shared anything from the produced and now his thinking was that his production would be reducing to half. Therefore, he passed the offer to me to sell the land to him only and offered a rate. The rate was market rate but still I discussed it with my father. My father said that we never cultivated anything and we will usually sell the farms, so it will be better to sell him only. We have a bad relationship with them, this way we can make our relationship healthier.

The deal finalized on family lunch, the paper submitted with cash. Instantly the family relation developed good, being brother-in-law to my wife, all four brothers started to have little chitchat with my wife. They were decent all the time so there was no suspicious thinking about them. However, the behaviour was not as we heard previously. We had heard them to be rowdy and abusive. I told my father about it, he said that it was wrong publicity of peoples as most of the peoples envy rich peoples. After returning from village, all four brothers started to pay visit at our home including their parents. However, we never got time to visit their place. Therefore, one day my aunt came with a complaint that it is rude that we don’t pay them a visit. They started to force and my father surrendered to their demands. However, the schedules were hectic so my mother was the only candidate free for the visit. Aunt suggested taking Rukhsana along, this way she may have a little outing. My mother accepted the thought gracefully and the schedule was set. Next day they all departed along with my mother and Rukhsana. The whole tour was expected for 7 days starting from Sunday to Sunday. They reached their safely and Rukhsana called me to confirm that how much she liked their behaviour and place. Unfortunately, my mother got sick next day, the doctor declared that water change was the reason. Therefore, the doctor suggested returning home. The plan was all ruined and so I was being summoned to bring them back. I went there to bring them back; both were ready but Rukhsana did not seem happy. Aunt noticed it and asked me to leave her there. They were planning to visit us on next Sunday so they would bring her along. Mother seemed convinced too so, I talked with Rukhsana and she felt delighted. We came back and on next Sunday, their family came along with Rukhsana. The amount of delight she had on staying was not there on her face. Her happiness was vanished and she looked dull. Returning to normal life holidays, everyone’s behaves the same. But she didn’t come back to normal Rukhsana even after 15 days so it seemed suspicious now, I asked her but she said that she was fine. The visit of my uncle’s family reduced too. Now they visited separately and did not stay overnight. One month passed and I started to doubt even more. However, Rukhsana was not telling anything. Therefore, one day a thought hit my mind. Rukhsana wrote daily journals, maybe she had written about the trip. I searched her diary but the dates didn’t have anything. She started few words but then she cut it down. As I was looking in the dairy Rukhsana came in the room. She looked at me for a while then took her towel and went for bath. I kept the dairy back and went to the market for some fruits. When I returned from the market, she was getting out of the storeroom. The storeroom was just adjacent to our main house and usually was been locked. I didn’t say anything but after she got inside the house, I went in the storeroom. It was all dusty and I observed closely, it had her footprints, which went to an old chair. The chair had her footmarks too and so I climbed on her footmarks. It had an old Elmira so I searched above it. I found a notebook and so I kept in my coat pocket and went back. I went to a garden, usually isolated all the time. I took a bench and pulled out the notebook. Indeed, it was Rukhsana alternative dairy and I read it. After reading the whole diary, I was fascinated with rage and anger.

The events happened there I’ll tell you all in my own words. First, let me tell you about the names of members of my uncle family. My uncle name is Imraan, his eldest son is Shohaib around 32 years old, then is Firoz around 30 years old, then comes Wajir who is around 28 years old and the youngest one is Salmaan who is 26 years old. While living there she was being allotted a separate room, the room had bathroom and toilet attached. The house was big and the ground floor consisted to four bedrooms and hall, along with kitchen. The 1st floor had four more bedrooms, Rukhsana was on ground floor with baby and the rest three bedroom was being occupied by Uncle-Aunt, Salmaan &Shohaib. Rukhsana room was used as guest room along with two bedrooms on 1st floor. Next morning after I returned, Rukhsana went for a bath, baby was sleeping, but the tap was dry. She came out to the room and found Uncle-Aunt leaving. She looked worried so aunt asked what the matter was. She told her issue, so aunt suggested using Salmaan room as it had tidy bathroom, and Shohaib room and bathroom usually wasn’t tidy at all. She told her that all the guys had gone out and would be late, they were going out too, and were expected late. She said alright and they went away. She went to bathroom and found that it didn’t have hangers. She thought for a while and went to the front gate. She locked the gate and came back to Salmaan room. She kept her clothes on the bed along with towel and went inside the bathroom. She had her bath and when she was about to exit the bathroom. She heard a knock on the gate. She was dumbstruck about it. She was all naked and who might be at the gate. She shouted who it was. Salmaan was on the gate, he said that he urgently needed to pee and couldn’t hold a second, so she must come out. She said to pass her clothes and towel. Salmaan said that there were no clothes and towel on bed. She was spellbound. She kept it there and it wasn’t there. Salmaan said her to open the gate of bathroom and he passed her another towel. She pulled it inside and dried her up. When she wrapped the towel it displayed the problem. The towel was short in width. It covered only 30% of her thighs to 30% of her breasts. Salaam was continuously asking to get out soon. So she came out in that outfit. Salmaan didn’t even look at her and went inside the bathroom. She went to the gate and found few peoples taking in the hall. The voice said that they were four to five peoples. She stood stoned until Salmaan came out of the bathroom. Salmaan came to her and she inquired about peoples outside. He said that they were Shohaib friends. She said to ask them to move inside so that she could get back to her room. Salaam said that it wouldn’t be possible as Shohaib don’t take any of his friends to bedroom. He offered her to sit until they go away. He pulled a chair for her and she sat on the chair, trying to hide her modesty. While sitting down, lower end of the towel raised even more to display her 90% of her thighs, and the upper end was slipping even more. Salmaan lied on bed and was humming some song.

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