I love to show off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 twelvemonth of marriage at a age of 40 she is a stunner. No extra fat ( except on her ample chest ), sinewy and toned legs, and a fantastic set of ass to die for. She has flowing long tomentum which she never ties and they frame her side like a miasma of seduction.

I always further her to wear low cut blouses and sarees tied way below the navel. When she wears those tightly wrapped around sarees she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra positions. I also encourage her to wear short skirts and tank tops especially when we are out of townspeople and away from her prying acquaintance and relatives.

Sometimes when we go out for a dinner or a drive, I ask her not to don any bra and panty and at any given chance I finger her pussy and massage her breast to make her nipples hard. When her nipples are hard 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 jade a snowy saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rain and in mo she was drenched to the tegument and her almost bare titty were visible for anyone who care to see through her now gauze-like white blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the loss and ran out. However by the metre we found a bus shelter we were both drenched. It was October, so the wind was slightly cold and it was already wish close to midnight and she started shivering in coldness. There was no one at the rather large bus shelter at this metre 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 seats I realized that there were two beggar sleeping behind the stern. The bus protection had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and lovesome. Since the pelting did n't look like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the terrace away from the splashing of rain and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigaret and though my wife does n't smoke, she took a few puff just to celebrate warm. Just then we saw one of the mendicant peek from under his blanket. In normal setting this would be spoilt good deal for us but in the shivering low temperature, even his jaggedly blanket appeared super well-fixed and snug. But I do n't think 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 plebeian shit. He looked like he had n't had a shower in ages. He stank of sweat and water. His teeth were stained and there were desiccated drool brand on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a fond heaven. I was lost in these thought process 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 cheeks. She wiped her lip with the rear of her hand and passed the bottle to me.

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

'' Do you want to come inside the blanket, '' the mendicant asked my married woman, his spit slurring with the effect of alcoholic drink. My wife looked at me for blessing and what was I to say in this condition so I nodded and took another gulp 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 blanket you will wet the integral thing and then even I will have nothing to warm up up. ``

He was absolutely the right way there and my wife stopped. She looked really abject standing in the very unlit bus shelter in the midriff of the dark. The only when sound 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 cold 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 tit had hardened and were sticking out like small dark brown pencils. Then covering her bare pussy with one hired hand and whatever she could enshroud of her breast, she moved to the beggar. He opened the cover 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 vauntingly swig from the bottle and passed it to the mendicant 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 mendicant inside the cover. The other 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 to-do as he had been sleeping. He was almost a dependable copy of the to begin with one except the fact that he was younger maybe around 35. But his felt up beard and hair made him seem older 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 worry 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 closed 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 moth-eaten tegument and that was a welcome feeling. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his stream of urine to my face. My mouth was spread out in shock and all his piddle started sliding down my throat. It was really pungent tasting weewee and before I could spit out it out he very cleverly shoved his uncut half tough spell of cock 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 heady taste of stale urine and dried elbow grease and dirt hit my head like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my prick. The mendicant had now started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. He would root for out completely leaving my parted sass 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 tool sliding in my cold mouth and started sucking his turncock with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my entire backtalk and making me sense like a homosexual slut. I was lost in my own horny thoughts when I heard a grunt - a wakeless my wife makes when I thrust my cock in her dry pussy. I turned to the former beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his putz in her pussy. With all their forceful 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 transactions of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic tool wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his partner, `` Ballu, follow here and fuck this puss while I get some action mechanism in the cocksucker 's backtalk. '' Ballu pulled his tool from my mouth reluctantly and impaled my wife on his rooster 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 fret and urine. It was incredibly sexy as my married woman 's pussy got the throb of her liveliness by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat cock and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly urine of a smelly stranger as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my rima oris with his 10-inch long and 6-inch thick beggar cock.

His cock 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 cock along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my married woman 's pussycat. She screamed in pleasure and painful sensation as she realized that two beggar cocks were rammed in her tight pussy. They stopped for a minute while she adjusted to the new putz in her pussycat and then started fucking her relentlessly. In and out, in and out, they fucked her in a overnice stabilize 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 puss. His hammer dropped out with a plop as the older beggar continued his onrush of my married woman 's pussy.

My wife came three to a greater extent times before the beggar cried in pain and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my fertile wife 's anticipate pussy. She shuddered as she must have felt the jets of the blast of his sperm inside hitting the kitty walls and came again, impaled on his big inglorious 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 pestiferous 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 hair and wiped his ill-scented cock on my lips. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining free fall of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's kitty-cat full of their mixed dirty wads 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 .