I love to show off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 class of marriage at a age of 40 she is a stunner. No extra fat ( except on her copious breasts ), hefty and toned legs, and a marvellous set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair's-breadth which she never ties and they frame her face like a miasma of seduction.

I always boost her to wear low cut blouses and sarees tied way below the omphalos. When she wears those tightly wrapped around saree she looks like the antediluvian statues posing for kamasutra positions. I also encourage her to wear short skirts and tank tops especially when we are out of township 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 down any bra and pantie and at any given luck I finger her twat and massage her breast to lay down her nipples hard. When her nipples are difficult they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her tit long enough she gets so horny that she would check to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a albumen saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rainwater 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 gauzy E. B. White blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the way out 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 wish close to midnight and she started shivering in cold. There was no one at the rather declamatory bus shelter at this prison term 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 seats I realized that there were two beggars sleeping behind the fanny. The bus shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the pelting did n't appear like it was going to halt anytime soon, we moved to the cover on one of the work bench away from the splattering of rain and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigarette and though my wife does n't fume, she took a few drags just to go on warm. Just then we saw one of the beggar peek from under his blanket. In normal circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering cold, even his raggedly cover appeared super well-fixed and cosy. But I do n't mean 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 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with vulgar grunge. He looked like he had n't had a exhibitor in eld. He stank of effort and piss. His dentition were stained and there were dry drool stain on his impertinence. But his blanket still looked like a warmly heaven. I was lost in these opinion when my wet and shivering wife extended her judder 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 rima oris with the back of her hand and passed the bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the beggar around the bottle 's cap but took a swig. The gold liquid rushed through my throat burning the interior and bringing some warmth to my cold consistency. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few arcminute later after the effects of the rum started to die.

'' Do you require to come inside the blanket, '' the mendicant asked my married woman, his glossa slurring with the effect of alcoholic drink. My married woman looked at me for approving and what was I to say in this condition so I nodded and took another gulp of rum. My wife started towards the mendicant, when he almost screamed, `` hey, hey cleaning lady what are you doing ? You are dripping wet and if you come inside my blanket you will wet the stallion thing and then even I will have naught to warm up. ``

He was absolutely correct there and my married woman stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very lightless bus tax shelter in the middle of the Night. The only phone was the perpetual splattering of pelting. She sighed and started taking her sari off. What was she doing I thought as short it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the saree but I was too stale to do or say anything.

Slowly my married woman took off her sari and her underskirt which was still dripping wet. Then she slowly took off her modest blouse and her big knocker swung freely. With all the cold, her teat had hardened and were sticking out like minor nighttime John Brown pencils. Then covering her bare pussy with one hand and whatever she could hatch of her breast, she moved to the beggar. He opened the mantle 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 swig 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 strong 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 commotion as he had been sleeping. He was almost a true copy of the former one except the fact that he was unseasoned maybe around 35. But his flat byssus and pilus made him look 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 respectable stream of piss. His eyes were half unopen and he did n't see that he was pissing directly on me. I was appalled being the receiver of his urine but it was hot liquid pouring on my cold skin and that was a receive belief. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his stream of water to my typeface. My back talk was open in shock and all his piss started sliding down my throat. It was really acrid tasting weewee and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his rough half surd man of peter meat inside my mouth and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to drink his raw piss.

Then his peter started getting hard inside my back talk. After the piss had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his cock. The heady taste sensation of moth-eaten piss and dried sweat and dirt hit my head like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my cock. The beggar had now started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. He would pull out completely leaving my set off mouth gapping and then plunge in again till his smelly and dirty pubic bone tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny turncock sliding in my cold mouth and started sucking his cock with joy. His warm and salty precum was coating my integral lip and making me experience like a homosexual jade. I was lost in my own horny thoughts when I heard a grunt - a sound my wife makes when I thrust my pecker in her dry pussy. I turned to the other mendicant and saw that he was definitely sticking his hammer in her puss. With all their forceful fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very erotic muckle to see my pretty wife being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

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

The quondam beggar slapped me with his dirty but really fat peter and I smelled my wife 's twat juice mixed with his exertion and piddle. It was incredibly aphrodisiac as my wife 's slit got the throbbing of her life by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat cock and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly relieve oneself of a smelly unknown as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my oral fissure with his 10-inch tenacious and 6-inch thick mendicant cock.

His cock was reeking of a stale plebeian 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 one-time beggar lined his cock along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my wife 's snatch. She screamed in pleasure and pain as she realized that two beggar tool were rammed in her stringent twat. They stopped for a hour 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. She screamed loudly as her sexual climax hit her kitty and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded deep inside her pussy. His shaft dropped out with a plop as the Old beggar continued his onslaught of my married woman 's pussy.

My wife came three to a greater extent times before the beggar cried in pain and released his 60-year-old baby-making spermatozoon inside my fertile married woman 's foretell pussy. She shuddered as she must have felt the spirt of the bam of his spermatozoon inside hitting the pussy bulwark and came again, impaled on his big lightlessness dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The mendicant got up and inspected my wife facing pages all over their dirty 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 pilus and wiped his funky putz on my back talk. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drops of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's pussycat full of their desegregate pestiferous loads of sperm and asked me to clean up. I lapped at her cock-creamed pussy with my tongue like a hungry dog and felt very very meet .