Rashmi and I were driving to Goa from Mumbai for our anniversary. On the way, our car got a flat tire, and we couldn’t find any help. We tried stopping people, but nobody stopped.

Finally, a truck saw us and stopped. There were three guys in the truck, and it was an interstate truck coming from Andhra Pradesh to Maharashtra. They were kind enough to offer us help.

It was around 6 pm, and we were stranded in the middle of the highway.

I asked for their names, and the main truck driver was Mujahid Pasha. His assistants were Aslam Sheikh and Mohammed Rizwan.

The trucker and his assistants were all naturally muscular, tall, at least 6’3″, and black. All three had thick beards and unkempt long curly hair. They were wearing vests and lungis. They all looked to be in their mid-40s.

It was getting dark, and Rashmi’s legs were hurting, so I made her sit in the truck.

Mujahid and Rizwan started removing the jack and unscrewing the tire of my car while Aslam was inside the truck with Rashmi.

Rashmi was wearing a white tight camisole that clung to her round, sagging 38DD breasts, but her nipples and areolas were clearly formed and visible. She was wearing denim shorts. Since it was summer, she dressed comfortably due to the heat.

I went to check on her in the truck, and to my surprise, Aslam was vigorously stroking his big tool, looking at Rashmi’s pretty face and big breasts.

Later, she got out of the truck, Aslam peeped out and kept staring at her and climaxed by letting out a huge, thick, long cumload out of the truck that traveled like a rocket and wouldn’t stop for 15 seconds. Rashmi and I were amazed at this!

Rizwan and Mujahid knew this but ignored it.

Later, after fixing my car, they said, “Lo saab, ho gaya (Here sir, it’s over).”

I asked them what they would take for helping out. The three of them looked at each other with villainous smiles and said, “Bhabhi ji (Sister-in-law).”

I asked them to stop joking.

My wife said, “Let’s just settle this in a smooth way.”

By then, the three bulls were uncontrollable in their lust towards Rashmi. Mujahid pulled her close to him and started sniffing her neck!

He said, “Saali zabardast perfume lagati hai (Her perfume smells so good).” He bit her on her neck and passed her on to Rizwan.

Rizwan lifted her in his arms and sucked her navel, kissed her thighs, and commented, “Saali, malai jaisi hai teh (She is so creamy).”

By then, I could see Rashmi melt in their arms since she had never been with men so black, strong and rugged. She began enjoying the attention.

Then, Aslam lifted her with one hand and carried her on one shoulder while he started walking away with her. She lifted her head to see me helplessly watch a bull take her away from me, and she sheepishly smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up.

The black bull took her to the rear of the truck and threw her on the carriage. He stripped completely naked, and the other two joined. All of them were now naked and ready to go like raging bulls!

Rashmi’s eye makeup was now smudged, with a bit of getting used by the bulls.

One by one, they took turns at her. Aslam had just masturbated to her, but he was so horny for her that he pulled out his BBC, stiff, thick shaft, and pushed it in.

“AAAAAAHHHH… ahhhhhhhh… shitttttt…” Rashmi exclaimed! She was in pain.

My slutty wife pulled me close to her and grabbed my cute face with her tiny hands and squeezed my cheeks uncontrollably as she couldn’t resist the nirvana she was going through!

“Ammmma… aahhh… ouch… ouch…” she continued moaning.

Aslam, the prime bull, fucked her for 20 minutes while the other two were stroking their dicks. By now, I was hard and pulled out my small dick and tried masturbating.

Rashmi held my tiny 5-inch dick that was so thin in front of theirs. She stroked me till Mujahid pulled out his member. His was probably the most delicious cock I’ve ever seen, even in porn movies. It was curved upwards, black and had a heavy mushroom head. It was thick and girthy and long.

Mujahid began drilling my sex hungry wife. And by then, she was soaking wet. She squirted once, and he dug deeper. He hit the walls of her stomach. I could literally see it with my naked eyes.

I jerked myself off uncontrollably, looking at a ruthless ruffian fuck my cute, curvy, chubby, busty wife in front of my eyes, and I was helpless!

My wife moaned uncontrollably but holding his thick beard, her hands uncontrollably moving on his bare black back. She had long nails with black nail polish.

Rashmi scratched his back in pleasure and came vigorously, with a shuddering loud orgasm, “Aaaaaahh… aaaahhh… aaahhhh… aiiishhhhh… shiittttt… fuckkkk… fuckkkkk… omg… Mujahid… you are hitting my stomach!” This sounded so hot.

Those guys were villagers, didn’t know English, and she told them, “Janwar ki tarah karte ho tum!” (You do it like animals!)

Mujahid, after 1,000 thrusts inside her, spurted with a loud moan like an animal.

It was now Rizwan’s turn. He loves to lift and fuck, so he lifted Rashmi in his strong arms and ruthlessly shoved his 8.5-inch BBC into her in a way that he pushed it in slowly, pulled it out completely, and continued this more than 200 times.

My cock hungry wife hadn’t experienced such adventurous sex ever!

Then, all three of them, after taking turns at her, once again stood around her. They ordered me to kneel down next to her, and all three of them came on my wife’s face while I received a few thick drops too. Their cum traveled really quickly and was thick and sticky.

After this session, both Rashmi and I thanked them for their help, and she blushed and said, “Thank you for the post-help treatment too.”

They said, “Bhaijaan, Bhabhi ji toh ek dum kadak maal hai. Kabhi chudte hue dekhne chahte ho to call kar lena (Sis in law is extremely enticing. In case you want her to get fucked by us again, do call me).”

I paid them 10,000 rupees for their help and left from there and reached Goa the next afternoon.

The entire trip, whenever we went to our room at the Taj, we would have sex, and she would talk about how good those bulls were and make me a cuck.