Old man cures my wife's hiccups By Bhuralund@gmail.com I met my wife when I visited the countryside in India for a holiday. She was a farmer's daughter and came to supply fresh milk to the cottage I was staying in. She was so beautiful with big eyelashes, butterfly brown eyes, flowing silky long black hair, a svelte countryside figure with a buxom ass and, this is my favourite, lovely bouncy breasts. It didn't take me long to fall in lust with her. I was there for three weeks and much before my trip ended I realized I really was falling in love with her. But hell, my mind reasoned why her? She is not cultured, not even educated, and she doesn't know any etiquette...so why? But I was blinded by love and one day, went to her house and asked her father for her hand in marriage as is the Indian custom. They were a little shocked I think because of the age difference between us. She was 18 and I was already a ripe age of 42. But their poverty made them say yes to me and we got married in a "grand" village ceremony within that week. We have been married five years and I never felt that her being uneducated or uncultured has been a problem for me. In fact I love this fact. Because of her simple (bordering on being really stupid) nature, she has never once questioned any of my decisions and has always obeyed me like a slave. And I, too, have treated her really well, in fact I pampered her a lot. The only thing is that, save for long vacations, I never take her out anywhere in town. And that she is ready to do anything except sucking my cock. In fact she has never even touched it with her hands as she thinks it is against religion to touch a "dirty" thing. She has never even seen my cock. I have switch off all the lights before both of us get naked otherwise she would just shut her eyes and become like a cocoon. Sometimes I even have fun with her innocent manner. But I never make fun of her. The funny thing is that although she is very healthy and never falls sick easily (of course she also doesn't meet that many people to pass their flu to her!) she has this really weird problem that surfaces time to time. You see, every now and then, she gets a sort of a fit of hiccups. The first few months I was just baffled as I didn't know what to do. But then one day, I "accidentally" saw someone giving my wife a special "treatment" that cured her surprisingly quickly. Since then I have used that special "treatment" to cure her hiccups and to get my rocks off. We live in a nice cozy house in a corner of the street. It's a dead end beyond our house and normally there is no traffic at all. Beyond the house is a reserved forest and is very peaceful. Only some times you can hear people walking past to go to the other side of the forest but these are odd-job workers and beggars and destitute only. One day, two hours in at work I felt my chronic gastric pain building up. As I had run out on my prescription medicine, I took the rest of the day off and drove home. Since my house is the last one in the street I usually park on the road and I did the same on that day and walked inside. To my surprise I heard some stranger's voice inside. I was rushing in when I heard what was being said, clear enough for me to slow down. "Really? You can stop my hiccups with this "spiritual & holistic" treatment? <hiccup>," I heard my wife's simple words, ending with a string of hiccups. Then I heard a man's voice, "That's what I have been telling you madam. My hairs have not grown white because of sunlight, I have been practicing herbal treatments all my life," he said in a throaty, phlegmy sort of voice. "You know, mister, I have had these hiccup-fits since I was a small girl <hiccup>," said my wife, "and <hiccup> no one has been able to cure them. <hiccup>" "Ah, I wish I was there to cure your hiccups when you were a small little girl," said the man, "anyway, do you want me to cure you now or not? I am in a hurry as you already noticed. If I hadn't heard you hiccupping like a crazy little kitten, I wouldn't have walked in your house. So?" "Oh I swear by god, I will be very grateful mister, if you could cure my hiccups. But how much it will cost me?" "Well, normally this kind of treatment is very expensive but you can give me whatever you feel like and yeah, would be good if you could give me some thing to drink," he said, in between my wife's hiccups. By now, I had moved in through the dining room's walk in windows unnoticed. By standing behind the thick curtains dividing the living room and the dining room, I could see everything clearly. The man was about 70 years old and had a weather-beaten skin and thick-knobby fingers and hands. He was large with a thick moustache and beard - pristine white in colour. It was difficult not to believe him, especially for illiterates like my wife. Just as she brought him a glass of water, he snarled in disgust, "I am a devotee of Shiva and only drink what he drinks...alcohol? No one in this house drinks alcohol?" My wife, used to eccentric religious leaders' whims, nonchalantly poured some of my finest and most expensive brandy in a glass and filled it to the brim for the old man. He sniffed it, and satisfied with the strong whiff of alcohol - to my surprise - downed the burning liquid in one long gulp. A second and third one followed suit soon. I was losing my patience with this excessive consumption of my brandy but wanted to see how my "simple" minded wife is going to handle the situation which was getting trickier by the minute. As if reading my mind, the old man cracked the bones in his neck and knuckles and asked my wife to get some thin and long piece of cloth. I was ready to pounce on him in case he tried to steal something and run while she was gone, but all he did was to scratch his balls and pick his nose. He was still scratching his balls when my wife returned, still hiccupping. "It is very important that you keep your eyes closed during all this time otherwise the treatment will be unsuccessful," he said and blindfolded her tightly. Then he led her to our oversized couch and made her lie down on her back, he head tilted down over the edge. I was getting a bit amused at his odd behaviour and somehow my cock had elongated at the prospects unfolding in front of my eyes. "Now I am going to chant some mantras," he said and started chanting some vague Sanskrit mantras and shlokas. And while he was chanting, his hands were busy fumbling inside his lungi (a type of sarong countryside Indian men wear at home). I was shocked when he pulled out a mean old cock from underneath, my own cock jerked a few times and started drooling precum. The old man jerked his cock to attention till it was rock hard, in between chanting he even spat on his hands to wet his cock - which was jet black in colour with a lot of foreskin hanging over the tip despite the fact that it was hard. The foreskin was so much that it was flopping loosely over his purple cock head. "Now open your mouth as wide as you can so that I can see the hiccups inside," he said and bowed his legs so that he cock was lined straight with my wife's mouth. A string of precum slowly fell down from the his cock head and hung suspended in air for three seconds before falling down in my wife's mouth which remained open despite all that. The old man started chanting again, and in between, said, "Now I will probe the hiccups with my hands, don't bite, don't touch me with your teeth and don't close your mouth. Okay?" My wife hiccupped and said a meek yes. Then like an enchanted vision mesmerizing me, I saw the nearly nine- inch long and four-inch thick black old cock enter my wife's virgin mouth. The old man probed the mouth's inner walls with his slick cock head and coated all his thick precum inside. Then he pulled out and asked her to close the mouth and lie down straight. After a minute or two, he again pulled her head down and without even asking her, pried her mouth open with his smelly thick fingers and inserted his black mean cock inside again. This time, he pushed till only half of his 9- inches were outside. His fat cock head must have touched her throat entrance because she convulsed in a gag reflex but it was only for a second, she calmed down as the old man shouted, "Don't interfere now, I am very close to treating your hiccups." I was so excited with the highly sexual scene being played in front of me. My cock was leaking precum nonstop and it was so hard that it was painful even. But I dared not touch it for I would have erupted even before touching myself. The old man was fucking my wife's mouth mercilessly in the name of treating her hiccups and my stupid wife was lying there willingly accepting that sexual assault. And her horny husband, me, was dying to cum watching all this. How bizarre could it get? Anyway, after about 10 minutes of this brutal but sexy mouth fucking, the old man, shouted, "Now be ready to receive the medicine. It's the herbal syrup that I have prepared myself over 50 years in the forests and now it will cure you of all your hiccups. Are you ready?" My wife nodded yes in the way she could with her mouth full of a mean, fat, thick black cock inside. The old man's buttocks flexed and his knees jerked and he positioned his cock directly above my wife's open and willing mouth and erupted in a torrent of sperm - thick, sticky, clotty, yellowish and about a pint of it. My wife dutifully swallowed every single drop. And I think I even saw her lick her lips to lap a drop that had landed there somehow. The old man squeezed his thick and veiny cock from its base and managed to get about a spoonful of extra cum and he dropped it straight on my wife's tongue and she gulped it down without a thought. The old man, then quickly dressed himself and somehow managed to hide his still massive cock inside. As he proceeded to open her blindfold, she got up and absentmindedly wiped a drop of sperm from her chin and licked it up. "Oh thank you mister, you were right, my hiccups are completely gone," she said and I realized yes her hiccups had really gone. Well I don't think they stood a chance of coming out of her throat especially when it was jammed with such a thick and fat cock! Suddenly I realized that the old man had spotted me and he looked nervous as hell. My wife too saw me, and without a trace of guilt, she walked over to me and said, "Oh good you are here, this nice gentleman just cured me of my hiccups, please be kind and give him a good fee." Then she moved towards him and asked him, "Oh yes, before I forget, can you give me a bottle of that herbal syrup? It would be really useful in case my hiccups come back." "Yes, mister," I said, interrupting her and gesturing her to go inside, "Maybe you and I can have some arrangement for you to deliver the herbal syrup to us at a good price," with that I put my arm around the old man's shoulder and started walking him out. As we reached the road I turned towards the forest and started hiccupping loudly and looked at him and said, "Oh mister, please cure my hiccups too, and you don't even need to blindfold me because I have seen the treatment already." He smiled and pushed me down to my knees, "Okay then let me start the treatment. And now that you know the treatment you can even suck the syrup out without me straining my knees." I was happy to suck on that massive old black cock and drink his smelly black sperm. We are in touch regularly and I bought a small one- room flat for him nearby so that every time my wife gets the hiccup attach he can rush to help her. Since then I have also used this treatment method to get my rocks off and a few times I have even invited some strangers I met on the internet to come and help my poor stupid wife's fit of hiccups. She is only baffled that each time the herbal syrup is inserted in her mouth it tastes different - taste and consistency wise - but, in her own words, "I like this herbal syrup so much, that sometimes I wish I had hiccups all the time." That's good news for next time I bring the old man back to get her hiccups cured, I am planning to remove the blindfold just when he is unloading his black cum in her mouth.