I love to show off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 years of marriage at a age of 40 she is a beauty. No extra fat ( except on her ample breasts ), muscular and strengthen legs, and a fantastic set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair which she never ties and they frame her aspect like a miasm of seduction.

I always promote her to tire low cut blouses and sarees tied way below the navel point. When she wears those tightly wrapped around saree she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra lieu. I also encourage her to wear out poor skirt and tank crown especially when we are out of town and away from her prying friends and relatives.

Sometimes when we go out for a dinner party or a drive, I ask her not to wear any bra and step-in and at any given chance I finger her twat and massage her breast to ca-ca her pap hard. When her pap are grueling they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her mamilla long enough she gets so corneous that she would accord 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 swarm rain and in minutes she was drenched to the skin and her almost bare boobs were visible for anyone who care to see through her now see-through Andrew Dickson White blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the exit and ran out. However by the time we found a bus tax shelter we were both drenched. It was Oct, so the steer was slightly insensate and it was already corresponding close to midnight and she started shivering in frigidness. There was no one at the rather large bus protection at this time 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 tail I realized that there were two mendicant sleeping behind the rump. The bus shelter had a paries towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rain did n't look like it was going to block off anytime soon, we moved to the rear on one of the Bench away from the splattering of rain and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigarette and though my married woman does n't smoke, she took a few pull just to go along warm. Just then we saw one of the beggars peek from under his blanket. In rule circumstances this would be rack up sight for us but in the shivering low temperature, even his jaggedly blanket appeared super prosperous and cosy. But I do n't think we wanted to ploughshare his blanket. Instead, he extended his paw 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 yr old and his hair's-breadth was unkempt and matted with vulgar shit. He looked like he had n't had a rain shower in ages. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool score on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a fond heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering married woman extended her agitate hand and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the night rum and I could see some colour return to her brass. She wiped her sassing with the spine of her paw and passed the bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the beggar around the bottle 's cap but took a draught. The golden liquidness rushed through my throat burning the inside and bringing some heat to my cold body. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few minutes later after the core of the rum started to die.

'' Do you want to arrive inside the blanket, '' the mendicant asked my married woman, his natural language slurring with the effect of alcoholic beverage. My wife looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this condition so I nodded and took another gulping of rum. My married woman started towards the beggar, when he almost screamed, `` hey, hey woman what are you doing ? You are dripping wet and if you come inside my mantle you will wet the entire thing and then even I will suffer null to warm up. ``

He was absolutely good there and my wife stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very lightless bus shelter in the middle of the night. The lonesome strait 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 panty or bra under the saree but I was too coldness to do or say anything.

Slowly my wife took off her saree and her underskirt which was still dripping wet. Then she slowly took off her minuscule blouse and her big knocker swung freely. With all the cold, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like small gloomy 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 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 draught from the bottleful and passed it to the mendicant who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their soundbox snugly inside the ardent mantle. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two mendicant inside the cover. The early 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 commotion as he had been sleeping. He was almost a true copy of the to begin with one except the fact that he was unseasoned maybe around 35. But his matted byssus and hair made him appear older and dirtier. 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 care because he just got out of the cover and stood where I was sitting and let go of a healthy current 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 role of his weewee but it was hot melted pouring on my cold peel and that was a welcome flavor. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his current of piss to my aspect. My mouth was capable in shock and all his peeing started sliding down my throat. It was really barbed tasting urine and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his unmown half hard piece of stopcock 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 piss had all been swallowed by me, I could try his dick. The heady taste of moth-eaten urine and dry sweat and dirt hit my head like a carom. And I felt a stirring in my cock. The mendicant had now started thrusting his cock in and out of my rima oris slowly. He would pull out completely leaving my parted oral fissure gapping and then plunge in again till his smelly and dirty os pubis tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny cock sliding in my frigidity mouth and started sucking his cock with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my intact mouth and making me find like a homo slut. I was lost in my own horny thoughts when I heard a grunt - a profound my wife makes when I thrust my pecker in her dry pussy. I turned to the former beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his putz in her pussy. With all their forceful fucking the cover had come off them and it was a very erotic sight to see my reasonably 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 collaborator, `` Ballu, come here and fuck this pussy while I get some natural action in the SOB 's mouth. '' Ballu pulled his peter from my mouth reluctantly and stake my wife on his prick in one super fast thrust.

The onetime beggar slapped me with his dirty but really fat rooster and I smelled my wife 's pussy juice mixed with his exertion and urine. It was incredibly sexy as my wife 's kitty-cat got the pounding of her life by a 35-year-old dirty smelly mendicant 's fat shaft and I, her hubby, sat drenched in smelly spend a penny of a smelly stranger as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my mouth with his 10-inch long and 6-inch thick mendicant cock.

His cock was reeking of a stale unwashed olfactory property and that excited me even more. He fucked my rima oris for about 10 minutes and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The older beggar lined his tool along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my married woman 's cunt. She screamed in pleasure and annoyance as she realized that two mendicant stopcock were rammed in her tight pussy. They stopped for a minute of arc 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 rhythm method of birth control. She screamed loudly as her climax hit her pussy 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 sometime beggar continued his onslaught of my wife 's pussy.

My wife came three More times before the beggar cried in nuisance and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my fecund wife 's foreknow pussy. She shuddered as she must have felt the jet plane of the eruption of his sperm inside hitting the pussy bulwark 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 scrutinise my wife spread head all over their dirty blanket.

'' What falderol ? She dirtied the entire blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each other. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my pilus and wiped his smelly cock on my backtalk. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drib of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's purulent full of their mixed dirty loads of sperm and asked me to pick up. I lapped at her cock-creamed pussy with my spit like a hungry dog and felt very very satisfied .