I love to show off my beautiful married woman. Even after 10 years of matrimony at a age of 40 she is a lulu. No extra fat ( except on her plentiful breasts ), muscular and toned stage, and a fantastic set of ass to die for. She has flowing long pilus which she never tie and they frame her face like a miasma of seduction.

I always advance her to wear low cut blouses and sarees tied way below the navel. When she wears those tightly wrapped around saree she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra stance. I also encourage her to break shortstop chick and tankful elevation 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 outwear any bra and panty and at any given probability I finger her pussycat and massage her titty to make her nipples hard. When her nipples are hard they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her teat long enough she gets so ruttish that she would agree to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a T. H. White saree without any bra and panty and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour out rain and in second she was drenched to the hide and her almost bare pinhead 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 exit and ran out. However by the time we found a bus shelter we were both drenched. It was Oct, so the malarky 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 protection at this time of the Night and our car was parked at the early end of the garden.

There were three wooden benches and as we moved to one of the tail end I realized that there were two beggars sleeping behind the place. The bus shelter had a bulwark towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rainfall 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 splashing of rainfall and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigaret and though my wife 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 cover. In normal circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering low temperature, even his jaggedly blanket appeared super comfortable and cozy. But I do n't think we wanted to ploughshare his cover. 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 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with plebeian shite. He looked like he had n't had a shower in ages. He stank of travail and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried bilgewater marks on his cheek. But his cover still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these intellection when my wet and shivering wife extended her rock helping hand and took the beggar offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her boldness. She wiped her mouth with the rear of her hand and passed the bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the mendicant around the feeding bottle 's cap but took a swig. The gilded liquidness rushed through my throat burning the inside and bringing some passion to my low temperature eubstance. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few instant later after the effects of the rum started to die.

'' Do you need to come inside the blanket, '' the mendicant asked my wife, his tongue slurring with the core of inebriant. My wife looked at me for commendation and what was I to say in this precondition so I nodded and took another gulp 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 blanket you will wet the entire matter and then even I will take in nothing to warm up. ``

He was absolutely correctly there and my wife stopped. She looked really misfortunate standing in the very unlit bus shelter in the center of the nighttime. The only strait was the unceasing splattering of rain. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as on the spur of the moment it flashed to me that she was not wearing any step-in or bra under the sari but I was too cold 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-scale blouse and her big breasts swung freely. With all the frigidity, her nipple had hardened and were sticking out like small dark Robert Brown pencils. Then covering her bare pussycat with one hired man and whatever she could cover of her white meat, 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 with child draft 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 affectionate blanket. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two beggars inside the blanket. 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 whirl as he had been sleeping. He was almost a confessedly written matter of the early one except the fact that he was jr. maybe around 35. But his entangle beard and hair made him look onetime and dirtier. As he flung his incline 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 blanket and stood where I was sitting and let go of a levelheaded 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 receiver of his piss but it was hot liquid pouring on my cold peel and that was a welcome smell. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing grin, he directed his watercourse of pissing to my facial expression. My mouth was undefended in shock and all his piss started sliding down my throat. It was really pungent tasting piss and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his untrimmed half operose 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 piss had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his hammer. The heady taste of stale urine and dried fret and grime hit my head like a carom. And I felt a stirring in my peter. The beggar had now started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. He would force out completely leaving my parted rima oris gapping and then dip in again till his smelly and dirty pubes tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a speech rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny peter sliding in my cold mouth and started sucking his prick with delight. His warm and salty precum was coating my integral lip and making me sense like a homo strumpet. I was lost in my own horny thought when I heard a grunt - a voice my wife makes when I thrust my stopcock in her dry pussy. I turned to the other beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his turncock in her twat. With all their emphatic fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very titillating sight to see my reasonably wife being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 transactions of fucking he got up and I saw his mammoth cock wavering like a brand in the air. He slurred to his partner, `` Ballu, come here and fuck this pussycat while I get some action in the cocksucker 's mouth. '' Ballu pulled his peter from my mouth reluctantly and impaled my married woman on his turncock 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 sweat and urine. It was incredibly sexy as my wife 's pussycat got the pounding of her biography by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat pecker and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly piss of a smelly alien as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my mouth with his 10-inch yearn and 6-inch thick beggar cock.

His cock was reeking of a stale unwashed spirit and that excited me even more. He fucked my mouthpiece for about 10 second and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The older mendicant lined his cock along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my wife 's cunt. She screamed in pleasure and hurting as she realized that two mendicant cocks were rammed in her squiffy slit. They stopped for a minute while she adjusted to the new pecker in her pussy and then started fucking her relentlessly. In and out, in and out, they fucked her in a skillful unbendable rhythm. She screamed loudly as her orgasm hit her pussy and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded rich inside her puss. His rooster dropped out with a plop as the aged beggar continued his onslaught of my married woman 's pussy.

My married woman came three more times before the beggar cried in pain and released his 60-year-old baby-making spermatozoon inside my rich wife 's anticipating pussy. She shuddered as she must have felt the super acid of the blast of his spermatozoan inside hitting the kitty-cat rampart and came again, impaled on his big black dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The mendicant got up and inspected my wife spread all over their unsporting 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 tomentum and wiped his smelly stopcock on my lip. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drops of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's pussy full of their commix begrime loads of sperm and asked me to clean up. I lapped at her cock-creamed kitty with my tongue like a hungry dog and felt very very quenched .