I love to show off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 years of marriage at a age of 40 she is a stunner. No special fat ( except on her ample chest ), brawny and modulate legs, and a rattling set of ass to die for. She has flowing long fuzz which she never crosstie and they frame her face like a miasma of seduction.

I always advance her to don low cut blouses and sari tied way below the navel. When she wears those tightly wrapped around saree she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra military position. I also encourage her to assume scant skirts and armored combat vehicle tops especially when we are out of Ithiel Town and away from her prying admirer and relatives.

Sometimes when we go out for a dinner party or a driving, I ask her not to wear any bra and panty and at any given chance I finger her kitty and massage her knocker to make her pap hard. When her nipple are firmly 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 person saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour pelting and in min she was drenched to the skin and her almost bare booby were visible for anyone who care to see through her now gauzy white blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the exit and ran out. However by the clock time we found a bus shelter we were both drenched. It was Oct, so the wind was slightly cold and it was already like close to midnight and she started shivering in frigidity. There was no one at the rather tumid 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 keister I realized that there were two mendicant sleeping behind the seats. The bus shelter had a paries towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rain 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 rain and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigarette and though my married woman does n't smoke, she took a few drags just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the mendicant peek from under his blanket. In normal consideration this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering frigidity, even his stragglingly cover appeared super comfy and snug. 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 hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he had n't had a shower in age. He stank of elbow grease and piss. His teeth were stained and there were dehydrated drool marks on his impertinence. But his cover still looked like a warm promised land. I was lost in these idea when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offer. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her buttock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her paw and passed the bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested spit of the beggar around the feeding bottle 's cap but took a draft. The golden liquid rushed through my throat burning the inside and bringing some warmth to my cold consistency. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few minute later after the core of the rum started to die.

'' Do you want to come inside the cover, '' the beggar asked my wife, his tongue slurring with the gist of alcohol. My wife looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this circumstance so I nodded and took another gulping of rum. My married woman started towards the beggar, when he almost screamed, `` hey, hey fair sex what are you doing ? You are dripping wet and if you come inside my mantle you will wet the entire affair and then even I will have nothing to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right on there and my wife stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very unilluminated bus protection in the heart of the night. The only sound was the incessant splatter of rainwater. 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 saree but I was too stale 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 breasts swung freely. With all the coldness, her mamilla had hardened and were sticking out like modest sinister brown pencils. Then covering her bare cunt 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 married woman 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 torso snugly inside the warm blanket. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two beggars inside the mantle. The other one was coiled almost under the work 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 admittedly transcript of the early one except the fact that he was vernal maybe around 35. But his felt face fungus and hair made him count 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 mantle and stood where I was sitting and let go of a healthy stream of piddle. His eyes were half close 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 liquid pouring on my frigidity skin and that was a receive feeling. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his stream of pee to my grimace. My rima oris was open in shock and all his pee started sliding down my throat. It was really pungent tasting urine and before I could pitter-patter it out he very cleverly shoved his uncut half hard patch of pecker meat inside my mouth and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to drink in his raw piss.

Then his putz started getting hard inside my mouth. After the piss had all been swallowed by me, I could sample his turncock. The heady gustatory modality of cold weewee and dehydrated sweat and malicious gossip hit my foreland 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 root for out completely leaving my parted lip 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 cock sliding in my cold backtalk and started sucking his tool with pleasance. His warm and salty precum was coating my integral sass and making me experience like a homosexual hussy. I was lost in my own horny thinking when I heard a grunt - a reasoned my married woman makes when I thrust my peter in her dry pussy. I turned to the former mendicant and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her pussy. With all their forceful fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very titillating mass to see my pretty married woman being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 minutes of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic cock wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his partner, `` Ballu, get here and have it away this pussy while I get some action in the cocksucker 's sass. '' Ballu pulled his shaft from my mouth reluctantly and impaled my wife 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 exertion and urine. It was incredibly aphrodisiacal as my wife 's slit got the throb of her life story by a 35-year-old dirty smelly mendicant 's fat peter 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 putz was reeking of a stale unwashed smell and that excited me even more. He fucked my sassing for about 10 arcminute and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The one-time beggar lined his cock along Ballu 's dirty stopcock and pushed it in my married woman 's pussy. She screamed in pleasure and bother as she realized that two beggar peter were rammed in her tight pussycat. They stopped for a instant while she adjusted to the new turncock in her pussy and then started fucking her relentlessly. In and out, in and out, they fucked her in a courteous steady rhythm. She screamed loudly as her orgasm hit her pussy and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded deeply inside her pussy. His cock dropped out with a plop as the older 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 spermatozoan inside my fertile wife 's prognosticate puss. She shuddered as she must own felt the jets of the bam of his sperm cell inside hitting the pussy walls and came again, impaled on his big pitch-black dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The beggars got up and inspected my wife counterpane 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 haircloth and wiped his foetid shaft on my lips. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drop curtain of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's pussy full of their conflate dingy shipment of sperm and asked me to pick up. I lapped at her cock-creamed pussy with my tongue like a athirst dog and felt very very live up to .