I love to show up off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 years of spousal relationship at a age of 40 she is a beauty. No extra fat ( except on her ample boob ), sinewy and toned peg, and a marvellous set of ass to die for. She has flowing long fuzz which she never ties and they frame her font like a miasma of seduction.

I always boost her to wear upon low cut blouses and sari tied way below the navel. When she wears those tightly wrapped around saree she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra billet. I also encourage her to wear short skirt and army tank tops especially when we are out of townsfolk and away from her prying ally and relatives.

Sometimes when we go out for a dinner or a drive, I ask her not to wear any bra and panty and at any given opportunity I finger her pussy and massage her breast to shit her nipples hard. When her nipples are hard they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her nipples long enough she gets so aroused that she would agree to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a white saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rain and in hour she was drenched to the cutis and her almost bare boobs were visible for anyone who care to see through her now transparent white blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the release and ran out. However by the time we found a bus protection we were both drenched. It was October, so the wind was slightly cold and it was already like close to midnight and she started shivering in cold. There was no one at the rather big bus shelter at this fourth dimension of the night and our car was parked at the other end of the garden.

There were three wooden benches and as we moved to one of the butt I realized that there were two mendicant sleeping behind the behind. The bus tax shelter had a rampart towards the back so it was still dry and tender. Since the rain did n't look like it was going to block up anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the benches away from the splattering of pelting and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigaret and though my married woman does n't smoke, she took a few drags just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the beggar peek from under his blanket. In pattern lot this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering cold, even his jaggedly blanket appeared super comfortable and snug. But I do n't think we wanted to share his blanket. Instead, he extended his hand out and offered as a sip of his rum which he had been drinking straight from the bottle.

I was a bit hesitant as the beggar looked ... well ... like a beggar. He was about 60 age old and his hair was unkempt and matted with plebeian dirt. He looked like he had n't had a shower in long time. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dehydrated drool marks on his impertinence. But his blanket still looked like a affectionate Shangri-la. I was lost in these mentation when my wet and shivering married woman extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offer. She gulped two big sips of the nighttime rum and I could see some colour return to her cheeks. She wiped her mouth with the dorsum of her hand and passed the bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the beggar around the nursing bottle 's cap but took a swig. The gilt liquid rushed through my throat burning the inside and bringing some fondness to my stale organic structure. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few instant later after the effects of the rum started to die.

'' Do you want to total inside the blanket, '' the beggar asked my wife, his natural language slurring with the effect of alcohol. My wife looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this consideration so I nodded and took another swig of rum. My wife started towards the mendicant, when he almost screamed, `` hey, hey fair sex what are you doing ? You are dripping wet and if you come inside my blanket you will wet the entire thing and then even I will have nothing to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right there and my wife stopped. She looked really low standing in the very unlit bus tax shelter in the middle of the night. The just phone was the incessant splattering of rain. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as suddenly it flashed to me that she was not wearing any step-in or bra under the saree but I was too low temperature to do or say anything.

Slowly my wife took off her saree and her petticoat which was still dripping wet. Then she slowly took off her small blouse and her big chest swung freely. With all the cold, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like small night Brown pencils. Then covering her bare kitty with one hand and whatever she could cover of her breast, she moved to the beggar. He opened the cover slightly to let her in and she sank in besides him. Although he opened it only slightly, it was enough to let me see that he was lying bare naked inside his blanket.

My married woman took another large swig from the bottle and passed it to the beggar who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their bodies snugly inside the warm blanket. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two beggars inside the blanket. The other one was coiled almost under the bench and that is why we could n't see him before. But now, he peeked outside to see the whirl as he had been sleeping. He was almost a true copy of the earlier one except the fact that he was younger maybe around 35. But his matted beard and hair made him look sometime and sordid. As he flung his side of the blanket aside, I saw that he too was completely naked.

Either he did n't see me or he did n't like because he just got out of the blanket and stood where I was sitting and let go of a healthy stream of piss. His eyes were half closed and he did n't see that he was pissing directly on me. I was appalled being the recipient of his piddle but it was hot liquified pouring on my cold tegument and that was a welcome opinion. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing grin, he directed his stream of piss to my human face. My mouth was open in electrical shock and all his piss started sliding down my throat. It was really pungent tasting water and before I could patter it out he very cleverly shoved his uncut half hard piece of cock meat inside my mouth and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to drink his raw piss.

Then his cock started getting hard inside my mouth. After the peeing had all been swallowed by me, I could savor his cock. The foolhardy taste sensation of cold urine and dry sweat and grunge hit my head like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my rooster. The beggar had now started thrusting his cock in and out of my oral cavity slowly. He would pull out completely leaving my split mouth gapping and then plunge in again till his smelly and dirty pubic bone tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny cock sliding in my cold mouth and started sucking his rooster with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my entire oral fissure and making me find like a gay hussy. I was lost in my own horny thoughts when I heard a grunt - a sound my wife makes when I thrust my cock in her dry pussy. I turned to the former beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her cunt. With all their forceful fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very titillating sight to see my pretty wife being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 instant of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic dick wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his better half, `` Ballu, derive here and have intercourse this kitty-cat while I get some action in the cocksucker 's sassing. '' Ballu pulled his hammer from my mouth reluctantly and stake my wife on his cock in one superintendent fast thrust.

The honest-to-god mendicant slapped me with his dirty but really fat cock and I smelled my wife 's pussy juice mixed with his sweat and urine. It was incredibly sexy as my married woman 's kitty got the pounding of her life by a 35-year-old dirty smelly mendicant 's fat shaft and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly piss of a smelly stranger as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my mouth with his 10-inch hanker and 6-inch thick beggar cock.

His cock was reeking of a stale unwashed spirit and that excited me even more. He fucked my back talk for about 10 minutes and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The older beggar lined his cock along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my wife 's pussy. She screamed in delight and pain in the neck as she realized that two beggar cocks were rammed in her slopped pussy. They stopped for a hour while she adjusted to the new cock in her pussy and then started fucking her relentlessly. In and out, in and out, they fucked her in a overnice steady rhythm. She screamed loudly as her orgasm hit her snatch and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded deep inside her pussy. His cock dropped out with a plop as the sr. beggar continued his onslaught of my wife 's pussy.

My wife came three more times before the mendicant cried in pain and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my productive wife 's prognosticate pussy. She shuddered as she must have felt the jets of the clap of his sperm inside hitting the kitty walls and came again, impaled on his big black dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The beggars got up and inspected my wife spread all over their begrime blanket.

'' What nonsense ? She dirtied the entire blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each former. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his smelly peter on my lips. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drops of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's slit full of their mixed dirty piles of spermatozoan and asked me to strip up. I lapped at her cock-creamed snatch with my glossa like a hungry dog and felt very very satisfied .