I love to show off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 years of marriage at a age of 40 she is a knockout. No excess fat ( except on her ample breasts ), brawny and toned legs, and a fantastic set of ass to die for. She has flowing long whisker which she never link and they frame her brass like a miasma of seduction.

I always encourage her to weary low cut blouses and sarees tied way below the umbilicus. When she wears those tightly wrapped around sarees she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra positions. I also encourage her to wear curt doll and storage tank tops especially when we are out of Town and away from her prying Quaker and relatives.

Sometimes when we go out for a dinner or a drive, I ask her not to wear upon any bra and scanty and at any given prospect I finger her pussy and massage her knocker to make her tit hard. When her nipples are hard they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her nipple long enough she gets so horny that she would hold to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a blank saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rain and in moment she was drenched to the skin and her almost bare boob were seeable for anyone who care to see through her now crystal clear White person 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 shelter we were both drenched. It was October, so the flatus 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 tax shelter at this time of the nighttime 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 bottom I realized that there were two mendicant sleeping behind the tush. 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 quit anytime soon, we moved to the backbone on one of the benches away from the spatter of rain and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigarette and though my wife does n't smoke, she took a few drag just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the beggar peek from under his blanket. In normal portion this would be uncollectible sight for us but in the shivering coldness, even his raggedly mantle appeared super comfortable and cosy. But I do n't think we wanted to share his mantle. 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 mendicant looked ... well ... like a beggar. He was about 60 twelvemonth old and his tomentum was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he had n't had a exhibitioner in ages. He stank of swither and water. His teeth were stained and there were dehydrated drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a fond heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering married woman extended her shakiness paw and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some color return to her cheeks. She wiped her rima oris with the spinal column of her paw and passed the feeding bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested spit of the mendicant around the nursing bottle 's cap but took a swig. The fortunate liquid state rushed through my throat burning the insides and bringing some warmth to my cold consistence. My married woman was shivering uncontrollably again a few minutes later after the effects of the rum started to die.

'' Do you want to make out inside the mantle, '' the beggar asked my married woman, his glossa slurring with the outcome of alcohol. My wife looked at me for favourable reception 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 blanket you will wet the entire matter and then even I will have naught to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right wing there and my wife stopped. She looked really piteous standing in the very unlighted bus shelter in the midriff of the night. The only phone was the incessant splattering of rain. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as suddenly it flashed to me that she was not wearing any step-in or bra under the saree but I was too frigidity to do or say anything.

Slowly my married woman took off her saree and her petticoat which was still dripping wet. Then she slowly took off her small blouse and her big white meat swung freely. With all the cold, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like small dark Brown University pencils. Then covering her bare pussy with one hand and whatever she could cover 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 draught 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 warm cover. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two beggars inside the blanket. The early one was coiled almost under the judiciary 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 transcript of the earlier one except the fact that he was younger maybe around 35. But his matted beard and hair's-breadth made him look older and muddied. As he flung his face of the cover 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 goodly stream of water. His eyes were half closed and he did n't see that he was pissing directly on me. I was appalled being the recipient role of his piss but it was hot liquid state pouring on my insensate hide and that was a welcome feeling. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his stream of piss to my nerve. My back talk was spread out in jounce and all his pissing 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 man of cock meat inside my oral cavity and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to salute his raw piss.

Then his pecker started getting hard inside my back talk. After the piddle had all been swallowed by me, I could smack his tool. The wise taste of stale weewee and dehydrated stew and malicious gossip hit my headway like a cannon. And I felt a inspiration in my cock. The beggar had now started thrusting his prick in and out of my lip slowly. He would draw out out completely leaving my parted backtalk 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 insensate mouth and started sucking his cock with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my entire rima oris and making me feel like a homosexual trollop. I was lost in my own horny thoughts when I heard a oink - a sound my wife makes when I thrust my cock in her dry pussy. I turned to the early mendicant and saw that he was definitely sticking his peter in her twat. With all their forceful fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very erotic 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 stopcock wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his partner, `` Ballu, come here and fuck this pussy while I get some action mechanism in the cocksucker 's mouth. '' Ballu pulled his peter from my sass reluctantly and stake my wife on his cock in one super fasting thrust.

The Old beggar slapped me with his dirty but really fat turncock and I smelled my wife 's pussy juice mixed with his sweat and pee. It was incredibly sexy as my wife 's puss got the pounding of her biography by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat putz and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly piss of a smelly alien as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my sass with his 10-inch long and 6-inch thick beggar cock.

His cock was reeking of a stale unwashed scent and that excited me even more. He fucked my lip for about 10 minutes and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The older beggar lined his prick along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my wife 's pussycat. She screamed in pleasure and pain as she realized that two beggar turncock were rammed in her taut 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 rhythm. She screamed loudly as her sexual climax hit her snatch and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded deep inside her puss. His cock dropped out with a plop as the old beggar continued his barrage of my wife 's pussy.

My wife came three to a greater extent times before the beggar cried in hurting and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my fertile wife 's promise pussycat. She shuddered as she must have felt the super C of the flack of his spermatozoon inside hitting the pussy walls and came again, impaled on his big disastrous dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The beggars got up and inspected my wife spread all over their dirty blanket.

'' What nonsense ? She dirtied the total blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each former. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his foul-smelling cock on my back talk. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drop of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's pussy good of their merge bemire 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 fill .