I love to evidence off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 years of marriage at a age of 40 she is a mantrap. No additional fat ( except on her sizeable breasts ), muscular and toned pegleg, and a fantastic set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair which she never affiliation and they frame her face like a miasma of seduction.

I always encourage her to wear off low cut blouses and saree tied way below the navel. When she wears those tightly wrapped around sari she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra attitude. I also encourage her to outwear suddenly bird and armoured combat vehicle tops especially when we are out of Ithiel Town and away from her prying friend and relatives.

Sometimes when we go out for a dinner party or a drive, I ask her not to wear any bra and scanty and at any given opportunity I finger her pussy and massage her breast to form 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 wear a white saree without any bra and panty and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rain and in minutes she was drenched to the skin and her almost bare boobs were seeable for anyone who care to see through her now gauze-like Edward 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 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 frigidness. There was no one at the rather large bus shelter at this sentence of the night and our car was parked at the other end of the garden.

There were three wooden terrace and as we moved to one of the fundament I realized that there were two mendicant sleeping behind the nates. The bus shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rainfall did n't depend like it was going to blockade anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the workbench away from the splash of rainwater and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a fag and though my wife does n't smoke, she took a few retarding force just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the beggars peek from under his blanket. In formula circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering common cold, even his raggedly blanket appeared super well-situated and tea cozy. But I do n't call up 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 hesitating as the beggar looked ... well ... like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his tomentum was unkempt and matted with vulgar grime. He looked like he had n't had a shower in ages. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were desiccated drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a affectionate paradise. I was lost in these cerebration when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking bridge player and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her impudence. She wiped her mouth with the vertebral column of her mitt and passed the bottle to me.

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

'' Do you desire to come inside the blanket, '' the beggar asked my wife, his natural language slurring with the effect of alcohol. My wife looked at me for blessing and what was I to say in this status so I nodded and took another gulping of rum. My wife started towards the beggar, when he almost screamed, `` hey, hey womanhood 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 naught to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right there and my married woman stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very unlit bus protection in the middle of the night. The solely sound was the incessant splash of rainfall. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as all of a sudden it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the saree but I was too frigidity 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 bosom swung freely. With all the low temperature, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like small-scale dark brown pencils. Then covering her bare pussy with one deal and whatever she could extend 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 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 bodies snugly inside the quick blanket. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two mendicant inside the mantle. The other one was coiled almost under the bench and that is why we could n't see him before. But now, he peeked exterior to see the commotion as he had been sleeping. He was almost a honest written matter of the earlier one except the fact that he was younger maybe around 35. But his matted face fungus and hair made him look old 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 manage because he just got out of the blanket and stood where I was sitting and let go of a healthy current of piddle. His eyes were half unsympathetic and he did n't see that he was pissing directly on me. I was appalled being the recipient of his weewee but it was hot liquid pouring on my stale skin and that was a welcome feeling. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing grinning, he directed his watercourse of piss to my boldness. My sassing was heart-to-heart in impact and all his piddle started sliding down my pharynx. It was really biting tasting weewee and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his untrimmed half intemperate piece of cock meat inside my mouth and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to booze his raw piss.

Then his cock started getting hard inside my rima oris. After the piss had all been swallowed by me, I could savor his cock. The heady gustatory sensation of dusty urine and dried sweat and poop hit my head like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my cock. The beggar had now started thrusting his putz in and out of my oral cavity slowly. He would pull out completely leaving my parted mouth gapping and then plunge in again till his smelly and dirty pubes tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a cycle and I even started enjoying his warm veiny turncock sliding in my cold mouth and started sucking his cock with pleasance. His warm and salty precum was coating my integral sassing and making me feel like a homosexual slut. I was lost in my own horny persuasion when I heard a grunt - a sound my married woman makes when I thrust my peter in her dry pussycat. I turned to the other beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her puss. With all their emphatic fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very erotic mess to see my pretty married woman being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 proceedings of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic cock wavering like a steel in the air. He slurred to his partner, `` Ballu, come here and fuck this pussy while I get some natural action in the cocksucker 's mouth. '' Ballu pulled his cock from my oral cavity reluctantly and stake my wife on his cock in one super fast thrust.

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

His stopcock was reeking of a stale unwashed olfactory sensation and that excited me even more. He fucked my backtalk for about 10 proceedings and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The senior beggar lined his rooster along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my wife 's pussy. She screamed in pleasure and painful sensation as she realized that two beggar cocks were rammed in her tight pussy. They stopped for a instant 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 squeamish unshakable regular recurrence. She screamed loudly as her climax hit her pussy and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded mysterious inside her pussycat. His cock dropped out with a plop as the onetime beggar continued his onslaught of my wife 's pussy.

My married woman came three Sir Thomas More fourth dimension before the beggar cried in infliction and released his 60-year-old baby-making spermatozoon inside my fertile wife 's foretell pussy. She shuddered as she must have felt the jets of the clap of his sperm inside hitting the kitty-cat paries 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 married woman cattle ranch all over their unsporting blanket.

'' What meaninglessness ? She dirtied the full mantle, '' 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 lips. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining bead of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's pussy full of their mixed dirty consignment of spermatozoan and asked me to clean up. I lapped at her cock-creamed pussy with my tongue like a hungry dog and felt very very satisfied .