I love to picture off my beautiful married woman. Even after 10 years of marriage at a age of 40 she is a stunner. No extra fat ( except on her rich breasts ), mesomorphic and toned leg, and a grand set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair which she never ties and they frame her face like a miasm of seduction.

I always further her to wear low cut blouses and sarees tied way below the umbilicus. When she wears those tightly wrapped around sari she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra view. I also encourage her to wear light skirts and cooler top of the inning especially when we are out of town 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 any bra and panty and at any given prospect I finger her puss and massage her breast to micturate her nipple hard. When her nipples are surd they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her nipples long enough she gets so turned on that she would agree to do anything I say.

Once I made her bust a bloodless saree without any bra and scanty and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rain and in arcminute she was drenched to the peel and her almost bare boobs were seeable for anyone who care to see through her now sheer snowy blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the exit and ran out. However by the time we found a bus shelter we were both drenched. It was Oct, so the wind was slightly insensate and it was already like close to midnight and she started shivering in cold. There was no one at the rather great bus protection at this sentence of the night and our car was parked at the early end of the garden.

There were three wooden workbench and as we moved to one of the buttocks I realized that there were two beggars sleeping behind the rear. The bus shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and warmly. Since the rain did n't reckon like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the cover on one of the work bench away from the splattering of rainwater and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigarette and though my wife does n't fume, she took a few drag just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the mendicant peek from under his blanket. In convention circumstances this would be forged sight for us but in the shivering cold, even his stragglingly blanket appeared super comfortable and cosy. But I do n't imagine we wanted to share his mantle. Instead, he extended his handwriting 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 mendicant. He was about 60 old age old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he had n't had a shower in ages. He stank of elbow grease and piddle. His teeth were stained and there were dried boloney target on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her sway handwriting and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colouring material return to her cheek. She wiped her sass with the binding of her deal and passed the feeding bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the beggar around the feeding bottle 's cap but took a draft. The golden liquid rushed through my throat burning the insides and bringing some warmth to my coldness body. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few minutes later after the gist of the rum started to die.

'' Do you need to come inside the mantle, '' the beggar asked my wife, his tongue slurring with the outcome of inebriant. My wife looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this status so I nodded and took another draft of rum. My wife started towards the mendicant, 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 have nada to warm up. ``

He was absolutely ripe there and my wife stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very unilluminated bus shelter in the middle of the night. The just sound was the unceasing splashing of rainfall. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as abruptly it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the saree but I was too dusty 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 cold, her mammilla had hardened and were sticking out like small dark brown pencils. Then covering her bare snatch with one hand and whatever she could cover of her breast, she moved to the mendicant. 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 feeding bottle and passed it to the beggar who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their soundbox snugly inside the lovesome mantle. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two mendicant inside the cover. 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 din as he had been sleeping. He was almost a true copy of the earlier one except the fact that he was new maybe around 35. But his matted beard and haircloth made him expect older and dingy. As he flung his incline of the blanket aside, I saw that he too was completely naked.

Either he did n't see me or he did n't handle because he just got out of the mantle and stood where I was sitting and let go of a sizable current of water. His eye were half conclude and he did n't see that he was pissing directly on me. I was appalled being the recipient of his peeing but it was hot liquid pouring on my insensate cutis and that was a welcome feeling. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his current of urine to my face. My lip was candid in shock and all his piddle started sliding down my throat. It was really pungent tasting urine and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his uncut 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 prick started getting hard inside my mouth. After the piss had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his cock. The heady taste of cold urine and dried sweat and dirt hit my head like a carom. And I felt a stirring in my turncock. 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 os pubis tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny rooster sliding in my cold sassing and started sucking his cock with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my entire sass and making me palpate like a homosexual slut. I was lost in my own horny thoughts when I heard a grunt - a good my wife makes when I thrust my cock in her dry pussy. I turned to the other beggar 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 heap to see my middling wife being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 minutes of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic stopcock wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his pardner, `` Ballu, number here and fuck this pussy while I get some action in the cocksucker 's sassing. '' Ballu pulled his cock from my oral cavity reluctantly and impale my married woman on his cock in one super fast thrust.

The older mendicant slapped me with his dirty but really fat dick and I smelled my wife 's kitty-cat juice mixed with his sudor and piss. It was incredibly sexy as my wife 's kitty got the hammer of her life by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat cock and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly piss of a smelly stranger as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my mouth with his 10-inch tenacious and 6-inch thick beggar cock.

His rooster was reeking of a stale unwashed smell and that excited me even more. He fucked my mouth for about 10 minutes and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The older mendicant lined his peter along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my wife 's kitty-cat. She screamed in joy and pain as she realized that two mendicant cocks were rammed in her tight slit. They stopped for a mo while she adjusted to the new hammer in her pussy and then started fucking her relentlessly. In and out, in and out, they fucked her in a gracious steady speech rhythm. She screamed loudly as her orgasm hit her pussy and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded deep inside her pussycat. His shaft dropped out with a plop as the older beggar continued his onslaught of my wife 's pussy.

My wife came three more times before the beggar cried in nuisance and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my productive wife 's anticipating cunt. She shuddered as she must suffer felt the spurt of the good time of his sperm inside hitting the pussy paries and came again, impaled on his big Shirley Temple Black dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The beggars got up and visit my married woman banquet all over their cheating blanket.

'' What nonsense ? She dirtied the entire blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each former. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his foetid peter on my lips. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining driblet of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's purulent wide of their mingle dirty loads of sperm and asked me to clean house up. I lapped at her cock-creamed cunt with my knife like a hungry dog and felt very very satisfied .