I love to show off my beautiful married woman. Even after 10 years of union at a age of 40 she is a stunner. No extra fat ( except on her ample breast ), 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 face like a miasm of seduction.

I always encourage her to wear off low cut blouses and saree tied way below the omphalus. When she wears those tightly wrapped around sarees she looks like the antediluvian statues posing for kamasutra positions. I also encourage her to fag short circuit skirts and tank car summit 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 private road, I ask her not to wear any bra and panty and at any given opportunity I finger her kitty-cat and massage her breast to hit her nipples hard. When her nipples are hard they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her nipples long enough she gets so horny that she would agree to do anything I say.

Once I made her bear a T. H. White sari without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started stream rain and in moment she was drenched to the peel and her almost bare boobs were seeable for anyone who care to see through her now transparent Theodore Harold 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 nothingness was slightly cold and it was already like close to midnight and she started shivering in cold. There was no one at the rather large bus shelter at this time of the dark and our car was parked at the other end of the garden.

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

I smoked a cigaret and though my wife does n't smoke, she took a few drags just to hold on warm. Just then we saw one of the beggar peek from under his cover. In normal circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering cold, even his jaggedly cover appeared crack well-to-do and snug. But I do n't think we wanted to plowshare 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 mendicant looked ... well ... like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with vulgar shit. He looked like he had n't had a exhibitor in old age. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool brand on his cheeks. But his mantle still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her shake up paw and took the mendicant offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her nerve. She wiped her mouthpiece with the rachis of her hand and passed the nursing bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested spit of the beggar around the feeding bottle 's cap but took a draught. The golden liquid rushed through my pharynx burning the insides and bringing some lovingness to my cold body. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few minutes later after the effects of the rum started to die.

'' Do you require to come inside the cover, '' the beggar asked my married woman, his spit slurring with the effect of alcohol. My wife looked at me for favourable reception and what was I to say in this circumstance so I nodded and took another gulp of rum. My married woman started towards the beggar, when he almost screamed, `` hey, hey char what are you doing ? You are dripping wet and if you come inside my blanket you will wet the total thing and then even I will have nothing to warm up up. ``

He was absolutely mighty there and my wife stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very unlit bus shelter in the heart of the night. The only strait was the incessant splattering of rain. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as of a sudden it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the saree but I was too inhuman to do or say anything.

Slowly my wife took off her sari and her underskirt which was still dripping wet. Then she slowly took off her small blouse and her big breasts swung freely. With all the coldness, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like small night brown pencils. Then covering her bare pussy with one handwriting and whatever she could incubate of her titty, 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 wife took another large gulp from the bottle and passed it to the mendicant who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their physical structure snugly inside the lovesome 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 terrace and that is why we could n't see him before. But now, he peeked external to see the commotion as he had been sleeping. He was almost a true transcript of the before one except the fact that he was younger maybe around 35. But his tangle beard and hair made him look older and marked-up. 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 worry because he just got out of the cover and stood where I was sitting and let go of a healthy current of piss. His eye were half shut 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 low temperature peel and that was a receive feeling. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his stream of piss to my face. My mouth was clear in cushion and all his piss started sliding down my throat. It was really pungent tasting urine and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his unmown one-half hard piece of music of prick meat inside my mouth and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to pledge his raw piss.

Then his cock started getting hard inside my oral fissure. After the piss had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his hammer. The reckless gustatory perception of stale urine and dried sweat and dirt hit my psyche like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my cock. The beggar had now started thrusting his peter in and out of my sass slowly. He would displume out completely leaving my disunite oral fissure 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 cock sliding in my common cold mouth and started sucking his cock with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my full oral cavity and making me feel like a gay loose woman. 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 pussycat. I turned to the early mendicant and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her pussy. With all their forceful fucking the cover had come off them and it was a very erotic mountain to see my jolly wife being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 bit of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic stopcock wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his mate, `` Ballu, come here and make love this kitty while I get some activity in the whoreson 's mouth. '' Ballu pulled his shaft from my back talk reluctantly and spike my wife on his cock in one superintendent fasting thrust.

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

His cock was reeking of a stale unwashed smell and that excited me even more. He fucked my mouth for about 10 minutes and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my married woman who was astride him. The older beggar lined his rooster along Ballu 's dirty peter and pushed it in my wife 's pussy. She screamed in pleasure and pain as she realized that two beggar shaft were rammed in her wet slit. They stopped for a minute while she adjusted to the new turncock in her pussy and then started fucking her relentlessly. In and out, in and out, they fucked her in a nice steady rhythm. She screamed loudly as her orgasm hit her twat and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded bass inside her puss. His cock dropped out with a plop as the older beggar continued his onslaught of my married woman 's pussy.

My wife came three more meter before the beggar cried in pain and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my fertile wife 's predict puss. She shuddered as she must have felt the blue jet of the blast of his sperm inside hitting the pussy wall and came again, impaled on his big bleak dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The beggar got up and inspect my wife spread all over their pestiferous blanket.

'' What nonsense ? She dirtied the entire blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each other. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his foul prick on my sass. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drops of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's twat full of their assorted dirty shipment of sperm and asked me to make clean up. I lapped at her cock-creamed cunt with my tongue like a hungry dog and felt very very satisfied .