I love to testify off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 year of marriage at a age of 40 she is a looker. No surplus fat ( except on her ample breasts ), muscular and toned legs, and a grotesque set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair which she never sleeper and they frame her face like a miasma of seduction.

I always encourage 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 spot. I also encourage her to outwear light chick and tank tops 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 driving force, I ask her not to hold out any bra and pantie and at any given chance I finger her pussy and massage her white meat to make her tit hard. When her nipples are voiceless they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her mammilla long enough she gets so horny that she would jibe to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a Andrew Dickson White sari without any bra and pantie and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rain and in hour she was drenched to the skin and her almost bare boobs were visible for anyone who care to see through her now transparent white blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the issue and ran out. However by the clip we found a bus shelter we were both drenched. It was Oct, so the wind was slightly frigidity and it was already the likes of close to midnight and she started shivering in frigidity. There was no one at the rather large bus protection at this time of the night and our car was parked at the other end of the garden.

There were three wooden bench and as we moved to one of the hindquarters I realized that there were two mendicant sleeping behind the prat. The bus tax shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and lovesome. Since the pelting did n't bet like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the book binding on one of the bench away from the splutter of pelting 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 cover. In rule circumstance this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering cold, even his raggedly cover appeared tiptop well-heeled and snug. But I do n't think we wanted to share his blanket. Instead, he extended his manus 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 class old and his pilus was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he had n't had a shower in long time. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a fond heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering married woman extended her shaking hand and took the mendicant oblation. She gulped two big sips of the darkness rum and I could see some colouring return to her cheeks. She wiped her mouth with the spinal column of her hired 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 draught. The golden liquid state rushed through my pharynx burning the insides and bringing some passion to my cold physical structure. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few transactions later after the outcome of the rum started to die.

'' Do you desire to come inside the blanket, '' the beggar asked my wife, his knife slurring with the effect of intoxicant. My wife looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this condition 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 receive nil to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right there and my married woman stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very unlighted bus tax shelter in the center of the night. 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 on the spur of the moment it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the sari but I was too coldness 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 white meat swung freely. With all the cold, her pap had hardened and were sticking out like small dark brown pencils. Then covering her bare twat with one hand and whatever she could cover of her chest, 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 big draft from the feeding bottle and passed it to the beggar who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their bodies snugly inside the warm blanket. I was quite taken aback when I realized that there were two mendicant inside the mantle. 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 hurly burly as he had been sleeping. He was almost a true copy of the originally one except the fact that he was new maybe around 35. But his matt-up beard and fuzz made him attend older and dirtier. As he flung his side of meat of the mantle 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 stream of piss. His eyes were one-half close up 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 fluid pouring on my frigidness peel and that was a welcome feeling. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his stream of piss to my face. My rima oris was open in electrical 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 hard piece of cock inwardness inside my mouth and it momentarily stopped me from breathing and forced me to drink his raw piss.

Then his hammer started getting hard inside my mouth. After the weewee had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his cock. The heady taste of dusty urine and dried sweat and scandal hit my headland like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my pecker. The beggar had now started thrusting his rooster in and out of my lip slowly. He would pull out completely leaving my parted oral fissure 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 cock sliding in my frigidity mouth and started sucking his cock with pleasance. His warm and salty precum was coating my entire mouth and making me feel like a homosexual hussy. I was lost in my own horny view when I heard a grunt - a sound my wife makes when I thrust my cock in her dry puss. I turned to the former beggar and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her slit. With all their emphatic fucking the mantle had come off them and it was a very erotic sight to see my passably wife being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 instant of fucking he got up and I saw his mammoth cock wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his married person, `` Ballu, come here and sleep together this slit while I get some action in the cocksucker 's mouth. '' Ballu pulled his pecker from my mouth reluctantly and impaled my wife on his cock in one super fasting thrust.

The elderly beggar slapped me with his dirty but really fat cock and I smelled my married woman 's purulent juice mixed with his lather and water. It was incredibly aphrodisiac as my wife 's pussy got the pounding of her life by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat tool and I, her husband, sat drenched in smelly piss of a smelly stranger as a 60-year-old virile mendicant fucked my mouth with his 10-inch long and 6-inch midst beggar cock.

His cock was reeking of a stale unwashed olfactory sensation and that excited me even more. He fucked my mouth for about 10 minutes and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my married woman who was astride him. The onetime beggar lined his cock along Ballu 's dirty cock and pushed it in my wife 's snatch. She screamed in pleasure and pain as she realized that two beggar cocks were rammed in her soused kitty. They stopped for a minute while she adjusted to the new cock in her pussy and then started fucking her relentlessly. In and out, in and out, they fucked her in a nice steady rhythm. She screamed loudly as her climax hit her pussycat and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded deep inside her slit. His cock dropped out with a plop as the older beggar continued his onslaught of my wife 's pussy.

My married woman came three more times before the mendicant cried in pain and released his 60-year-old baby-making sperm inside my fertile wife 's anticipating pussy. She shuddered as she must have felt the jets of the blast of his sperm inside hitting the pussy walls and came again, impaled on his big black dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

The beggars got up and audit my wife spread all over their dirty blanket.

'' What folderal ? She dirtied the stallion cover, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each other. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his smelly turncock 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 married woman 's pussy replete of their mixed colly loads of sperm and asked me to pick up. I lapped at her cock-creamed puss with my tongue like a hungry dog and felt very very satisfy .