I love to show off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 years of marriage at a age of 40 she is a stunner. No surplus fat ( except on her ample knocker ), hefty and intone legs, and a wonderful set of ass to die for. She has flowing long hair which she never ties and they frame her face like a miasma of seduction.

I always boost her to wear low cut blouses and saree tied way below the navel point. When she wears those tightly wrapped around saree she looks like the ancient statues posing for kamasutra spatial relation. I also encourage her to wear unretentive bird and tank tops especially when we are out of Ithiel 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 wear any bra and pantie and at any given fortune I finger her twat and massage her white meat to make her nipples hard. When her nipples are hard they stick out obscenely. And if I tweak her mamilla long enough she gets so corneous that she would concur to do anything I say.

Once I made her wear a whitened saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started stream rain and in min she was drenched to the hide and her almost bare pinhead were seeable for anyone who care to see through her now crystalline white blouse. She was dripping wet. Fortunately we were very close to the departure and ran out. However by the time we found a bus shelter we were both drenched. It was October, so the wind was slightly cold and it was already corresponding close to midnight and she started shivering in frigidity. There was no one at the rather large bus protection at this prison term of the Nox and our car was parked at the other end of the garden.

There were three wooden judiciary and as we moved to one of the rear end I realized that there were two beggars sleeping behind the seats. The bus protection had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rainfall did n't calculate like it was going to blockade anytime soon, we moved to the rachis on one of the work bench away from the splashing of rain and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a butt and though my married woman does n't smoke, she took a few pull just to keep warm. Just then we saw one of the beggar peek from under his mantle. In normal circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering frigidity, even his raggedly mantle appeared super well-to-do and cosy. But I do n't think we wanted to portion his blanket. Instead, he extended his script 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 mendicant looked ... well ... like a beggar. He was about 60 long time old and his whisker was unkempt and matted with common dirt. 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 dried drool sign on his face. But his mantle still looked like a strong heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her vibration deal and took the mendicant offer. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some vividness return to her buttock. She wiped her oral cavity with the back of her deal 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 golden liquid rushed through my throat burning the interior and bringing some warmth to my cold body. My wife was shivering uncontrollably again a few proceedings later after the gist of the rum started to die.

'' Do you want to do inside the blanket, '' the mendicant asked my wife, his knife slurring with the effect of alcohol. My wife looked at me for favourable reception and what was I to say in this stipulation 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 matter and then even I will get nothing to warm up. ``

He was absolutely right there and my wife stopped. She looked really abject standing in the very unlit bus tax shelter in the middle of the night. The only strait was the perpetual splattering of rain. She sighed and started taking her sari off. What was she doing I thought as all of a sudden it flashed to me that she was not wearing any panty or bra under the saree but I was too insensate 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 breast swung freely. With all the frigidness, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out like little moody Robert Brown pencils. Then covering her bare pussy with one deal and whatever she could cover of her white meat, 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 wife took another large swig from the bottle and passed it to the beggar who also drank some more rum. Then he covered both of their bodies snugly inside the fond 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 true copy of the earlier one except the fact that he was younger maybe around 35. But his matt beard and whisker made him search elder and soiled. As he flung his side 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 blanket and stood where I was sitting and let go of a sound watercourse of piddle. His eyes were half closed and he did n't see that he was pissing directly on me. I was appalled being the recipient role of his pee but it was hot liquid pouring on my frigidity pelt and that was a receive flavour. Then he noticed me as I moved slightly and with a knowing smile, he directed his stream of weewee to my face. My backtalk was open in shock and all his piss started sliding down my throat. It was really biting tasting urine and before I could spew it out he very cleverly shoved his uncut half severely piece of cock pith 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 rima oris. After the pee had all been swallowed by me, I could taste his cock. The heady taste of stale water and dehydrated sweat and soil hit my headway like a cannon. And I felt a stirring in my cock. The mendicant had now started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. He would pull out completely leaving my parted mouth gapping and then plunge in again till his smelly and dirty pubes tickled my nostrils.

Soon we got into a calendar method of birth control and I even started enjoying his warm veiny hammer sliding in my cold sass and started sucking his putz with delight. His warm and salty precum was coating my intact sassing and making me feel like a homosexual strumpet. I was lost in my own horny cerebration when I heard a grunt - a profound my married woman makes when I thrust my rooster in her dry pussy. I turned to the early mendicant and saw that he was definitely sticking his cock in her kitty-cat. With all their emphatic fucking the mantle had come off them and it was a very erotic sight to see my reasonably wife being fucked earnestly by a raggedly old beggar.

After 10 minutes of fucking he got up and I saw his gigantic peter wavering like a sword in the air. He slurred to his better half, `` Ballu, issue forth here and fuck this pussycat while I get some action at law in the dickhead 's lip. '' Ballu pulled his cock from my mouthpiece reluctantly and impaled my married woman on his cock in one super fasting thrust.

The older beggar slapped me with his dirty but really fat rooster and I smelled my wife 's kitty-cat succus mixed with his stew and urine. It was incredibly aphrodisiac as my wife 's pussy got the throb of her life by a 35-year-old dirty smelly beggar 's fat cock and I, her married man, sat drenched in smelly piss 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 vulgar look and that excited me even more. He fucked my sassing for about 10 minutes and joined Ballu who was being fucked by my wife who was astride him. The older beggar lined his rooster along Ballu 's dirty putz and pushed it in my wife 's pussycat. She screamed in delight and botheration as she realized that two beggar pecker were rammed in her tight snatch. They stopped for a minute while she adjusted to the new stopcock 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 orgasm hit her cunt and waved out to her toes. And just then Ballu screamed as he unloaded deeply inside her pussy. His cock dropped out with a plop as the older beggar continued his onslaught of my married woman 's pussy.

My wife came three Sir Thomas More times before the mendicant 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 rampart and came again, impaled on his big mordant dirty and smelly cock.

I had already cum without even touching myself.

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

'' What gimcrackery ? She dirtied the full blanket, '' they said in unison and looked at me smiling at each other. Then Ballu, pulled me up by my hair and wiped his stinking rooster on my lips. As I engulfed his still big cockhead and milked the remaining dip of cum from him, he pushed me down on my wife 's kitty full of their mixed muddied loads of sperm cell and asked me to scavenge up. I lapped at her cock-creamed twat with my tongue like a hungry dog and felt very very satisfied .