I love to show off my beautiful married woman. Even after 10 years of wedding at a age of 40 she is a peach. No extra fat ( except on her ample breast ), muscular and intone legs, and a grand set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair which she never ties and they frame her expression like a miasma of seduction.

I always encourage her to fag low cut blouses and sari tied way below the navel. When she wears those tightly wrapped around sari she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra posture. I also encourage her to wear poor dame and tank circus tent especially when we are out of town and away from her prying admirer and relatives.

Sometimes when we go out for a dinner or a driving, I ask her not to wear any bra and pantie and at any given chance I finger her slit and massage her breast to construct her mammilla hard. When her nipples are knockout they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her mamilla long enough she gets so horny that she would check to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a clean saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started decant rain and in minutes she was drenched to the skin and her almost bare pinhead were visible for anyone who care to see through her now diaphanous White River 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 October, so the malarkey was slightly cold and it was already wish close to midnight and she started shivering in cold. There was no one at the rather gravid bus protection at this time 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 behind. The bus protection had a rampart towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rain did n't attend like it was going to quit anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the benches away from the splashing 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 warm. Just then we saw one of the beggars peek from under his blanket. In rule fortune this would be regretful deal for us but in the shivering cold, even his raggedly cover appeared topnotch prosperous and cosy. But I do n't opine we wanted to share his blanket. 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 hesitant as the beggar looked ... well ... like a beggar. He was about 60 geezerhood old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed malicious gossip. He looked like he had n't had a shower in ages. He stank of sweat and urine. His tooth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm nirvana. I was lost in these view when my wet and shivering married woman extended her shaking manus and took the beggar oblation. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colouring material return to her cheeks. She wiped her rima oris with the back of her mitt and passed the feeding bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the beggar around the bottle 's cap but took a draught. The favourable liquid rushed through my throat burning the inside and bringing some passion to my cold physical structure. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few mo later after the consequence of the rum started to die.

'' Do you need to do inside the blanket, '' the beggar asked my wife, his glossa slurring with the effect of alcohol. My wife looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this status so I nodded and took another draught 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 affair and then even I will sustain zilch to warm up. ``

He was absolutely compensate there and my married woman stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very unlit bus shelter in the midsection of the dark. The only sound was the incessant splash of rain. She sighed and started taking her sari off. What was she doing I thought as suddenly it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the saree but I was too common cold to do or say anything.

Slowly my wife took off her sari 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 tit had hardened and were sticking out like small dark brownness 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 heavy draught 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 affectionate blanket. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two beggars inside the blanket. The early 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 honest copy of the earlier one except the fact that he was younger maybe around 35. But his tangle beard and hair made him look older and dirtier. As he flung his face 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 blanket and stood where I was sitting and let go of a hefty stream of piss. 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 pee but it was hot liquid state pouring on my frigidity pelt and that was a welcome opinion. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his flow of piss to my human face. My sassing was open in impact and all his urine started sliding down my throat. It was really pungent tasting urine and before I could spit it out he very cleverly shoved his unmown one-half difficult piece of hammer meat inside my back talk and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to drink his raw piss.

Then his cock started getting hard inside my mouth. After the piss had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his cock. The rash taste of stale urine and dried sweat and soil hit my head like a cannon. And I felt a inspiration in my cock. The mendicant had now started thrusting his rooster in and out of my mouth slowly. He would overstretch out completely leaving my parted backtalk gapping and then plunge in again till his smelly and dirty pubis tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a rhythm and I even started enjoying his warm veiny pecker sliding in my cold mouth and started sucking his cock with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my entire mouth and making me palpate like a homosexual slut. I was lost in my own horny persuasion when I heard a grunt - a effectual my wife makes when I thrust my cock in her dry slit. I turned to the other beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her kitty. With all their forceful fucking the blanket had come off them and it was a very titillating sight to see my pretty 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 better half, `` Ballu, occur here and lie with this pussy while I get some legal action in the cocksucker 's oral cavity. '' Ballu pulled his cock from my oral fissure reluctantly and empale my wife on his prick in one super fasting thrust.

The senior beggar slapped me with his dirty but really fat turncock and I smelled my wife 's pussy juice mixed with his fret and urine. It was incredibly sexy as my wife 's cunt got the pound of her liveliness by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat cock and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly piss of a smelly unknown as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my rima oris with his 10-inch yearn and 6-inch midst beggar 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 wife who was astride him. The erstwhile mendicant lined his hammer along Ballu 's dirty stopcock and pushed it in my wife 's pussy. She screamed in joy and pain as she realized that two beggar cock were rammed in her pissed pussycat. They stopped for a minute while she adjusted to the new rooster in her pussy and then started fucking her relentlessly. In and out, in and out, they fucked her in a overnice steadily rhythm. She screamed loudly as her climax hit her pussy 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 Old beggar continued his bombardment of my wife 's pussy.

My wife came three to a greater extent times before the beggar cried in annoyance and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my fertile wife 's previse kitty. She shuddered as she must have felt the jets of the blast of his spermatozoon inside hitting the snatch paries and came again, impaled on his big blacken dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

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

'' What nonsense ? She dirtied the intact blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each other. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his ill-scented tool on my lips. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining fall of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's cunt full of their mixed dirty burden 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 satisfied .