DIRTY BEGGARS WARM MY COLD WIFE’S PUSSY

I love to show off my beautiful wife. Even after 10 years of marriage at a age of 40 she is a stunner. No extra fat (except on her ample breasts), muscular and toned 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 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 positions. I also encourage her to wear short skirts 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 drive, I ask her not to wear 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 wear a white saree without any bra and panties and when we were strolling in a garden it started pour rain and in minutes 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 exit 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 like close to midnight and she started shivering in cold. There was no one at the rather large bus shelter at this time 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 beggars sleeping behind the seats. The bus shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rain didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the benches away from the splattering of rain and cuddled together for warmth.

I smoked a cigarette and though my wife doesn’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 normal circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering cold, even his raggedly blanket appeared super comfortable and cosy. But I don’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 hesitant as the beggar looked…well…