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.