I love to bear witness off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 yr of union at a age of 40 she is a beauty. No additional fat ( except on her ample bosom ), muscular and intone peg, and a grotesque set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair which she never ties and they frame her grimace like a miasma of seduction.

I always encourage her to tire out low cut blouses and sari tied way below the navel point. When she wears those tightly wrapped around sari she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra military position. I also encourage her to wear abruptly skirts and tankful circus tent especially when we are out of town and away from her prying friends 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 chance I finger her puss and massage her breast to make her teat hard. When her nipple are gruelling they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her pap long enough she gets so corneous that she would concur to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a white saree without any bra and panty and when we were strolling in a garden it started teem rain and in transactions she was drenched to the skin 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 shelter 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 vauntingly bus shelter at this prison term of the nighttime and our car was parked at the former end of the garden.

There were three wooden workbench and as we moved to one of the seating I realized that there were two beggars sleeping behind the seats. The bus shelter had a paries towards the back so it was still dry and tender. Since the rain did n't look like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the dorsum on one of the work bench away from the splattering of rainwater and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigarette and though my wife does n't smoke, she took a few pull just to restrain warm. Just then we saw one of the mendicant peek from under his cover. In normal circumstances this would be unfit mass for us but in the chill common cold, even his raggedly cover appeared super comfortable and cosy. 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 twelvemonth old and his hair's-breadth was unkempt and matted with vulgar dirt. He looked like he had n't had a shower in old age. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried tosh scratch on his cheeks. But his cover still looked like a ardent heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking script and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her cheeks. She wiped her mouthpiece with the back of her paw and passed the bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested spittle of the mendicant around the bottle 's cap but took a swig. The golden liquid rushed through my pharynx burning the inside and bringing some affectionateness to my cold body. My married woman was shivering uncontrollably again a few min later after the impression of the rum started to die.

'' Do you want to come inside the blanket, '' the beggar asked my married woman, his tongue slurring with the issue of alcoholic drink. My married woman looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this precondition so I nodded and took another gulp of rum. My wife started towards the beggar, when he almost screamed, `` hey, hey cleaning woman what are you doing ? You are dripping wet and if you come inside my cover you will wet the entire affair and then even I will hold nothing to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right-hand there and my wife stopped. She looked really execrable standing in the very unlit bus shelter in the eye of the night. The only sound was the incessant splatter of rain. She sighed and started taking her sari off. What was she doing I thought as all of a sudden it flashed to me that she was not wearing any scanty or bra under the sari but I was too cold-blooded to do or say anything.

Slowly my married woman took off her saree and her petticoat which was still dripping wet. Then she slowly took off her small blouse and her big breasts swung freely. With all the cold, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like small dark Brown University pencils. Then covering her bare pussy with one hand and whatever she could wrap up of her breast, she moved to the mendicant. He opened the blanket 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 gulp from the bottle and passed it to the beggar who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their dead body snugly inside the warm blanket. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two beggar 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 disturbance 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 older and filthy. As he flung his side of the cover aside, I saw that he too was completely naked.

Either he did n't see me or he did n't care because he just got out of the mantle and stood where I was sitting and let go of a healthy watercourse of piss. His eyes were half fill up and he did n't see that he was pissing directly on me. I was appalled being the recipient of his piss but it was hot liquid pouring on my cold skin and that was a welcome feeling. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his current of weewee to my face. My mouth was clear in jolt and all his peeing started sliding down my throat. It was really pungent tasting urine and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his full-length half severely piece of putz sum 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 piss had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his cock. The foolhardy taste of stale urine and desiccated fret and dirt hit my header like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my dick. The beggar had now started thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth slowly. He would rend out completely leaving my parted mouth gapping and then dip in again till his smelly and dirty pubis tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny shaft sliding in my cold oral fissure and started sucking his dick with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my integral mouth and making me feel like a homosexual hussy. I was lost in my own horny thoughts when I heard a oink - a audio my wife makes when I thrust my cock in her dry puss. I turned to the other beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her pussy. With all their emphatic fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very erotic sight to see my fairly married woman being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 minutes of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic cock wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his partner, `` Ballu, add up here and bonk this cunt while I get some action in the motherfucker 's lip. '' Ballu pulled his cock from my mouth reluctantly and spike my married woman on his cock in one super fast thrust.

The older mendicant slapped me with his dirty but really fat cock and I smelled my married woman 's pussy juice mixed with his exertion and urine. It was incredibly aphrodisiac as my wife 's pussy got the pounding of her life-time by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat prick and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly peeing of a smelly alien as a 60-year-old virile mendicant fucked my oral fissure with his 10-inch long and 6-inch thick beggar cock.

His cock was reeking of a stale unwashed olfactory modality and that excited me even more. He fucked my rima oris for about 10 mo and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my married woman who was astride him. The older mendicant lined his cock along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my wife 's pussy. She screamed in pleasance and pain as she realized that two mendicant tool were rammed in her closely pussy. They stopped for a minute 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 nice steady calendar method. She screamed loudly as her climax hit her slit and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded deep inside her pussy. His pecker dropped out with a plop as the sr. beggar continued his onslaught of my wife 's pussy.

My wife came three more fourth dimension before the mendicant cried in pain and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my fertile wife 's counter pussy. She shuddered as she must feature felt the fountain of the gust of his sperm inside hitting the kitty wall and came again, impaled on his big black dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The beggar got up and inspected my married woman counterpane all over their pestiferous blanket.

'' What nonsense ? She dirtied the total blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each other. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his smelly cock on my lip. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drib of cum from him, he pushed me down on my married woman 's pussy wide-cut of their mixed grime loads of spermatozoon and asked me to clean up. I lapped at her cock-creamed cunt with my spit like a hungry dog and felt very very live up to .