I love to show off my beautiful married woman. Even after 10 years of marriage at a age of 40 she is a peach. No additional fat ( except on her ample knocker ), muscular and intone legs, and a fantastic 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 boost her to wear low cut blouses and sari tied way below the omphalus. 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 circuit skirts and tank car top 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 movement, I ask her not to wear any bra and panty and at any given hazard I finger her pussy and massage her breast to make her nipples hard. When her nipples are tough they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her nipples long enough she gets so hornlike that she would correspond to do anything I say.

Once I made her don a Elwyn Brooks White saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rainfall and in minutes she was drenched to the skin and her almost bare boob were seeable for anyone who care to see through her now transparent Stanford White blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the issue and ran out. However by the meter we found a bus tax 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 cold. There was no one at the rather great bus tax shelter at this fourth dimension of the dark 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 buttocks I realized that there were two mendicant sleeping behind the seats. The bus shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and strong. Since the rain did n't expect like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the benches away from the splattering of pelting and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigaret and though my married woman does n't smoke, she took a few puff just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the mendicant peek from under his cover. In pattern circumstances this would be spoiled visual sense for us but in the chill frigidity, even his raggedly cover appeared tiptop comfortable and cozy. But I do n't think we wanted to parcel his cover. Instead, he extended his hired hand 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 year old and his hair was unkempt and matted with common grime. He looked like he had n't had a shower in old age. He stank of sweat and pee. His teeth were stained and there were dry out drool bull's eye on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these opinion when my wet and shivering wife extended her judder mitt and took the mendicant offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her face. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and passed the bottle to me.

I imagined all the bacteria-infested saliva of the beggar around the nursing bottle 's cap but took a draught. The golden liquid rushed through my pharynx burning the interior and bringing some warmth to my frigid body. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few instant later after the gist of the rum started to die.

'' Do you want to fall inside the blanket, '' the beggar asked my wife, his spit slurring with the consequence of alcohol. My wife looked at me for commendation and what was I to say in this circumstance so I nodded and took another gulp 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 intact thing and then even I will have nothing to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right there and my married woman stopped. She looked really wretched standing in the very lightless bus shelter in the center of the night. The sole strait was the perpetual splattering of rain. She sighed and started taking her saree off. What was she doing I thought as of a sudden it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the sari but I was too cold 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 belittled blouse and her big breast swung freely. With all the cold, her tit had hardened and were sticking out like small dark brown pencils. Then covering her bare pussycat with one hand and whatever she could cover of her knocker, she moved to the mendicant. 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 swig from the nursing bottle and passed it to the beggar who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their eubstance snugly inside the warm up 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 bench and that is why we could n't see him before. But now, he peeked outside to see the ruction as he had been sleeping. He was almost a on-key copy of the earlier one except the fact that he was new maybe around 35. But his matted whiskers and whisker made him see old and dirtier. 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 care because he just got out of the blanket and stood where I was sitting and let go of a healthy flow 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 piddle but it was hot liquid pouring on my cold skin and that was a welcome touch sensation. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smiling, he directed his stream of piss to my face. My mouth was outdoors in shock and all his peeing started sliding down my pharynx. It was really pungent tasting urine and before I could spit out it out he very cleverly shoved his uncut half concentrated piece of cock meat inside my mouth 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 dehydrated lather and dirt hit my head like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my rooster. The beggar had now started thrusting his hammer in and out of my mouthpiece slowly. He would pull out completely leaving my parted mouthpiece 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 cock sliding in my cold mouth and started sucking his tool with pleasure. His warm and salty precum was coating my full oral cavity and making me feel like a gay slut. I was lost in my own horny idea when I heard a grunt - a fathom my married woman makes when I thrust my cock in her dry cunt. I turned to the other beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her kitty-cat. With all their forceful fucking the cover had come off them and it was a very titillating wad 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 cock wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his mate, `` Ballu, derive here and know this pussy while I get some activity in the cocksucker 's oral fissure. '' Ballu pulled his prick from my mouth reluctantly and impaled my wife on his cock in one superintendent fast thrust.

The aged mendicant slapped me with his dirty but really fat cock and I smelled my married woman 's slit juice mixed with his sweat and piss. It was incredibly sexy as my wife 's cunt got the throb of her biography by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat cock and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly make of a smelly stranger as a 60-year-old virile beggar fucked my mouth 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 minute and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The older beggar lined his cock along Ballu 's dirty peter and pushed it in my wife 's cunt. She screamed in joy and pain as she realized that two beggar stopcock were rammed in her tight slit. They stopped for a minute 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 nice regular rhythm. She screamed loudly as her orgasm hit her pussy and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded oceanic abyss inside her pussy. His dick dropped out with a plop as the older beggar continued his attack of my wife 's pussy.

My married woman came three to a greater extent times before the mendicant cried in bother and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my fat wife 's forebode kitty. She shuddered as she must have felt the jets of the blast of his sperm inside hitting the pussy bulwark and came again, impaled on his big black dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

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

'' What nonsense ? She dirtied the entire blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each early. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my fuzz and wiped his smelly cock on my lips. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining drops of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's snatch full of their merge lousy incumbrance of sperm and asked me to clean up. I lapped at her cock-creamed pussy with my natural language like a thirsty dog and felt very very satisfied .