I love to render off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 twelvemonth of wedding at a age of 40 she is a dish. No supererogatory fat ( except on her ample breasts ), mesomorphic and tone leg, and a fantastic set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair which she never crosstie and they frame her face like a miasma of seduction.

I always encourage her to wear low cut blouses and saree tied way below the umbilicus. When she wears those tightly wrapped around sari she looks like the antediluvian statues posing for kamasutra stead. I also encourage her to fag out short annulus and tankful tops especially when we are out of townspeople and away from her prying friend and relatives.

Sometimes when we go out for a dinner party or a ride, I ask her not to outwear any bra and pantie and at any given opportunity I finger her pussy and massage her bosom to make up her nipples hard. When her tit are surd they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her mammilla long enough she gets so aroused that she would agree to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a snowy saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started stream 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 transparent white blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the exit and ran out. However by the fourth dimension we found a bus protection we were both drenched. It was October, so the wind instrument was slightly cold and it was already like close to midnight and she started shivering in cold. There was no one at the rather heavy 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 fundament I realized that there were two mendicant sleeping behind the seats. The bus tax shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and warm up. Since the rain did n't expect like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the terrace away from the spattering of rain and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigarette and though my wife does n't smoke, she took a few drags just to keep open warm. Just then we saw one of the beggars peek from under his cover. In normal luck this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering coldness, even his stragglingly blanket appeared super comfortable and tea cozy. But I do n't think we wanted to portion 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 unwashed dirt. He looked like he had n't had a exhibitioner in ages. He stank of stew and urine. His dentition were stained and there were dried humbug stigma on his buttock. But his mantle still looked like a warm Eden. I was lost in these thought process when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the night rum and I could see some coloring return to her cheeks. She wiped her mouth with the cover of her handwriting and passed the bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the mendicant around the bottle 's cap but took a swig. The halcyon liquidity rushed through my throat burning the insides and bringing some passion to my cold body. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few arcminute later after the personal effects of the rum started to die.

'' Do you want to hail inside the blanket, '' the mendicant asked my married woman, his clapper slurring with the effect of alcoholic drink. My wife looked at me for approving and what was I to say in this condition so I nodded and took another gulping of rum. My wife 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 sustain nothing to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right there and my married woman stopped. She looked really hapless standing in the very unlit bus shelter in the midriff of the night. The simply auditory sensation was the incessant splattering of rainfall. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as short it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the sari but I was too low temperature 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 small blouse and her big breast swung freely. With all the common cold, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like modest dark brown pencils. Then covering her bare slit with one hand and whatever she could plow 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 wife took another large gulp from the bottleful and passed it to the mendicant who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their bodies snugly inside the warmly blanket. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two mendicant inside the blanket. The former 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 hurly burly as he had been sleeping. He was almost a true copy of the in the first place one except the fact that he was jr. maybe around 35. But his matt beard and hair made him look sure-enough and ill-gotten. As he flung his slope 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 sizeable stream of urine. His middle were half shut down 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 smooth pouring on my dusty skin and that was a welcome flavor. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing grinning, he directed his stream of piss to my face. My mouth was undecided in shock and all his piss started sliding down my pharynx. It was really barbed tasting urine and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his uncut one-half hard piece of tool meat inside my mouth and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to salute his raw piss.

Then his cock started getting hard inside my oral fissure. After the pee had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his turncock. The heady mouthful of moth-eaten urine and dried sweat and grime hit my head like a carom. 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 parted mouth gapping and then plunge in again till his smelly and dirty pubes tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny cock sliding in my low temperature mouth and started sucking his cock with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my full sassing and making me feel like a homosexual slut. I was lost in my own horny idea when I heard a grunt - a sound my married woman makes when I thrust my rooster in her dry pussy. I turned to the other beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his rooster in her kitty. With all their emphatic fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very erotic sight to see my pretty wife being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 moment of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic cock wavering like a blade in the air. He slurred to his cooperator, `` Ballu, come here and screw this slit while I get some activity in the cocksucker 's sass. '' Ballu pulled his rooster from my mouth reluctantly and impaled my married woman on his cock in one super fast thrust.

The older beggar slapped me with his dirty but really fat cock and I smelled my wife 's pussy juice mixed with his sweat and piddle. It was incredibly aphrodisiac as my married woman 's pussy got the pounding of her life by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat prick and I, her married man, sat drenched in smelly pass water of a smelly stranger as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my mouth with his 10-inch long and 6-inch midst beggar cock.

His shaft was reeking of a stale unwashed scent and that excited me even more. He fucked my sass for about 10 hour and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The sometime beggar lined his rooster along Ballu 's dirty peter and pushed it in my wife 's snatch. She screamed in pleasure and pain as she realized that two beggar shaft were rammed in her pie-eyed pussy. They stopped for a minute 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 beat. She screamed loudly as her orgasm hit her twat 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 honest-to-goodness beggar continued his onslaught of my wife 's pussy.

My wife came three more times before the beggar cried in pain and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm cell inside my productive wife 's forebode pussy. She shuddered as she must have felt the jets of the good time of his sperm inside hitting the pussy walls and came again, impaled on his big ignominious dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The beggars got up and inspected my wife bedspread all over their grime blanket.

'' What meaninglessness ? She dirtied the entire mantle, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each former. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his smelly cock on my sass. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drop cloth of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's pussy full of their mixed dirty loads of sperm and asked me to houseclean up. I lapped at her cock-creamed slit with my glossa like a hungry dog and felt very very satisfied .