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 Beggars take my wife and my life By Bhuralund@gmail.com

   (Note from Bhura: The following story is dedicated to Rocco - my soul
brother.)

   Not so long ago, my wife and I were returning from an office party. 
Since we had had a lot of booze, we were not feeling any pain.  My wife was
especially inebriated since she was not driving.  I too was seeing double
visions while driving but there was no way I would have left the car so far
off as my colleague lived in a distant suburb.  The evening had been very
exciting as most of the colleague's friends were young bachelors and my
wife and another lady from work were the only two women among the 12 men.
The other lady being an older, dour-faced spinster, my wife was getting all
the attention from every man in the part.  In fact after her fifth gin and
tonic, a couple of the young guys danced with her and as I noticed clearly,
copped a lot of feelers by groping her round ass and pressed their crotches
against her covered pussy.  I could see that she was in heat and couldn't
wait to reach home for a good round of cock-pussy play.

   I was also quite horny after witnessing my wife's flirtatious behaviour.
Actually she is quite conservative and shy but tonight she was all out
thanks to the gallons of alcohol in her blood stream.

   Anyway, lost in my horny thoughts I was caught by surprise when out of
the blue a truck came speeding from the wrong side of the road, I had to
swerve the car to the right to avoid a head-on collision.  I car went
slightly out of control and skidded on to the pavement where three beggars
were huddled close, perhaps smoking marijuana or sniffing glue.  They
scattered around but because of the wall next to the road, the car scraped
all three of them.  I pulled up on the side and rushed out to see the
impact.  They were alive but all three had bruised their arms and hands.  I
took out my wallet and handed the three of them some money to go and see
the doctor.  But the three were groaning in pain as if it was not a simple
bruise but their legs were amputated.

   My wife had also staggered out of the car to see what transpired and she
was visibly angry.  At me!  "How inconsiderate you are?  Darling, you can't
just fling some money like they are nobodies.  You HIT them and now it's
your duty to get them some medical treatment," she fumed.

   Knowing well that she wouldn't listen to any explanations I asked them
to pile on in the backseat of the car and we drove to the nearby hospital.
It was long past midnight and we just couldn't find any single hospital in
the area.  The constant groans from the back seat were doing major damage
to my ears and my wife was getting concerned every passing minute.  The car
was also filled with the smell of garbage can.  I think the three of them
had not had a bath for a month.  They were raising a stink.  I saw in the
rearview mirror and was disgusted by what I saw clearly now.  I hadn't
noticed them at all before.  They were three grime-struck men, downright
filthy.  Their faces had stains of sweat dried up in the heat of the
summer. Even the whiff from their ragged clothes and grimy bodies was
getting to my head.  My wife hadn't noticed any of this and had turned half
way to inspect one of the men's arms.  You could see bright red blood
oozing slowly from the fresh cut.  The cut looked so clean on those
otherwise hairy and dirt-smeared arms.

   To cut a long story short, my wife ordered me to drive home.  She had
trained as a nurse before we got married and although that was almost a
decade ago, she still maintained a routinely refreshed first aid box at
home.  Tonight, I realized she would finally get to use it even though I
wasn't particularly happy to bring three rotten beggars home.

   Once I parked the car, my wife asked me to help the "poor things" in as
she held the waist of one of them and headed to the door.  I was aghast at
how the "poor thing" was casually holding her by the shoulders, his dirty,
black and hairy hand hanging (and occasionally touching) her breast.  I
hauled the other two out and walked one of them to the door first and then
returned to fetch the third one.  In the garage light I noticed that he was
about 60 years old and looked very menacing with all the overgrown facial
hair and red shot eyes.  He could walk at all as he had bruised his leg
rather badly.  I had to lift him up in my arms and walk back.  Holding him
so close send shivers of disgust down my spine.  He candidly draped one arm
behind my neck.  I could see through his torn shirt that his chest hair was
matted with months of dirt and dried sweat.  The smell was enough to wake a
sleeping horse.  His enormous feet were bare and cracked skin was peeling
off.

   Nevertheless by carrying him in my arms, I obtained a few brownie points
from my wife, who had by now got both the other beggars inside.  I was
shocked when she asked me to take him to the spare guest bedroom.  "Where
else is there any place for him to lie down sweetheart," she told me, "the
other two are in the bedroom."

   Fuck!  What the hell was going on?

   Anyway, since the 60-year-old was the worst of them all, my wife took
care of him first leaving me to attend to the other two?  "Gently wipe the
wounds with antiseptic lotion and apply this cream.  I will bandage them
once I am done with this one," she told me and went out of the bedroom.  I
almost felt like pinching my nose shut because of the smells but thought
better than refusing her.  Then I looked at the other two.  They were as
dirty as the first one and as old.  Perhaps the youngest of them was over
40 but they all looked like 100-year olds.  I started wiping their bruises
(not wounds definitely) slowly and realized they were rather enjoying their
situation.  Why not?  Where in the world would they get a chance to sleep
on a $4000-mattress?  While wiping the second one I realized their dirty
clothes were staining the white bed sheet so I tugged their shirts off...oh
sweet Jesus!  Without the shirts they looked even more horrible and
despicable.  While I was applying the cream on the 40-year-old's thigh, I
noticed his black cock slowly snaking down his torn trousers.  It really
sent shivers down me.  It was a hideous looking cock.  Uncut, long, thick
with a nipple like sticky foreskin at the tip.  I could see dried cum on
the cock, I could also see thick streaks of grime all over.  Unmistaken
prints of his fingers were visible over the grime of him cock, probably
when he jacked off.  I was disgusted and attracted at the same time.  They
were lying down and looked like had lapsed into a deep sleep...when
something very weird came over me (I am straight as my hard cock!) and I
reached out to fondle his dirty and awfully bad smelling cock.  The cock
was not fully hard yet but it was burning hot to my touch.  Something
stirred in my own groin and my cock also began getting hard.

   I quickly checked the other beggar's pants for any signs of a cock. 
Sure enough, just by peeling his torn ragged shorts aside, I could pull his
equally big and equally dirty cock into view.  Only, a drop of moisture, a
clear shiny pearl of a precum was sitting prettily on his foreskinned cock
probably waiting to be licked by a pervert's tongue.  I quickly pushed all
gay thoughts away from my head and went towards the room my wife was in.  I
think - it must have been the booze and all that horny-play at the party
because when I sneaked in I saw my wife looking all pretty with that
horrible 60-year-old black beggar's hideous cock stuffed inside her lovely
mouth.  Some of the dried sweat grime from his cock had rubbed off her
mouth and when she opened her mouth to gulp some more cock, I saw her
beautiful white teeth had black flecks of the beggar's grime lodged in.

   She had been sitting next to his head, and I could see a gnarled, big,
black and dirty finger rubbing up and down her hairy pink pussy.  The old
man had shoved her panty to one side and was finger fucking this beautiful
lovely wife of mine with his dirty smelly finger.  I couldn't barge in on
her in this state so I just stood behind the curtains and watched her suck
that cock like a hungry two-dollar roadside whore.  Her pussy was visibly
oozing cunt-cream and every once in a while the beggar would sniff his
finger and his huge cock would spasm in lust.  My wife held his cock in one
slender hand and started licking his hairy sweaty and dirty balls.  She
seemed to be in cock-slurping crazy lust.  Then she stood up and sat
astride the old man.  His cock in her hands, she rubbed the foreskinned
covered purple-black cock up and down her extremely wet pussy...till the
old man lurched forward and impaled her on his huge cock.  I was mesmerized
that she could take that huge thing in her tiny pussy but saw to my
amazement as the cock slipped in like a hot knife through butter.  She
started bouncing up and down on his dirt black cock muttering swear words
like a slut.  Then she said something very alarming.

   "Knock me up you dirty bastard," she said and bent down to kiss his
dirty smelly face despite his entire sweat matted beard, "make some babies
in me...give me your smelly sperm...ahhh".  I saw her pink tongue dart
inside his hairy smelly mouth with dirty stained teeth and I saw his purple
tongue assault her pretty mouth back like in vengeance.  While she fucked
him I suddenly felt something like a pang of jealousy from this dirty old
beggar - a wreck of a man - happily lying under my wife getting his cock
gobbled up her hairy and fertile pussy.  He must not have cum for ages as
he started shooting wads of thick white ropes of his slimy and smelly sperm
deep inside my wife's sweet pussy.  I could see their mixed cum run down
her now loosened pussy and matting his already matted pubic hair.  At the
same time as he came, my so far conservative and shy wife also came with a
loud rumbling groan as she arched her back, her meaty pussy lips gripping
his black fat cock in a death vice, milking very single drop of his greasy
cum.  Then she lay exhausted in a heap over his dirty chest.  She got up
and his big black and ugly cock - deflated but still impressively large,
plopped out with a loud popping sound.  My wife stood bent inspected her
overflowing pussy as ropes after ropes of the beggar's cum deposited in her
pussy flowed out and puddle on and around his limp cock.

   She scooped the remaining cum from her pussy and smeared it on his cock.
Then she gave him a "thank you" kiss and started for the other two.  I
managed to quickly run to the couch in the living room and pretended to be
fast asleep when she came out to look for me.  "Bhura, Bhura?" she slapped
me twice sharply on the cheeks and when I didn't respond, she muttered,
"useless fucking drunkard of a man," and walked away switched off the main
room lights.  I was shocked, thrilled and my cock was rock hard, leaking a
never-ending trail of precum.  Once she was out of ear shot, I followed
her, suddenly she turned back and I had no choice but to bolt to the guest
room where the old man was.  As luck would have it, she had turned to come
back and close the door of the guest room.  I remained motionless till I
heard her footsteps going distant.  Then I turned and saw the old man,
grinning from ear to ear.  He gestured for me to come closer and sit down
next to him.  As I did so, he pulled my head down to his stinking groin, a
fresh smell of sperm and my wife's pussy juice hit my nostrils and like a
bull in heat, my nose flared, my cock twitched and some more precum leaked
out.  Like a hissing serpent, my tongue darted out of my mouth without
control and scooped the mess of his cum and snaked back in my mouth.  Oh
the feeling of that mushroomy smell and that starchy taste...I eyes rolled
back in ecstasy.  The lust in me grew by leaps and soon I was drooling all
over the smelly man, licking his grime, sperm and my wife's pussy juice
from everywhere.  I even sucked their mess out of his matted pubic
hair...and since I had already tasted something that came out of his meaty
tube, I even stuffed his cock in my mouth and started sucking like I was in
heaven.  His cock, still ugly, was limp but I loved sucking on his
foreskinned tip like a baby sucks a mother's teat.  Some of his piss leaked
in my mouth and I swallowed like heavenly nectar.  Then the old beggar
pulled my head to his mouth and started pushed his long snakelike tongue in
my mouth.  I sucked on his tongue like no tomorrow and his smelly beard and
face sent my cock in a dizzy.

   Suddenly he pulled me down and stuffed his still limp cock in my mouth
and started shooting jets of scalding hot creamy cum straight on my tongue.
It was something else - that feeling of an old grimy soft cock shooting
cum. But I licked every drop and licked my lips after I was done.

   Then I gently opened the door and went to our bedroom.  Sure enough, my
wife nose was embedded in the pubic hair of the 40-year-old grime struck
beggar sucking his giant black and dirty cock.  The only difference was
that he was unconscious (his cock was not unconscious by any means).  She
was buck naked and the other beggar, who was wide awake, was standing on
his knees behind her and his cock was fucking her sweet hairy pussy like a
piston.  He was bent and his dirty black hands were mauling her soft
hanging boobs.  His black hands on her white skin were reducing my precum
stocks majorly.  He fucked her for about 20 minutes mouthing all kind of
obscene words in his native language.  And then with one final lunge he
plunged deep inside her fertile pussy, his arms and body clinging to her.
He shot his load for about one minute and his body spasmed like he was
having fits so powerful was his orgasm.  Then he pulled out his never
ending cock from her deflowered pussy...and just then saw me.

   My wife never noticed anything when the fucker pulled me up by my hair
(his massive 100kg frame was no match to my 60kg body) and used me as a
sponge to suck all his foul smelling fresh cum from her pussy.  Once I was
done, I quickly darted out of the room before being found out by my wife.
The "fucker" followed suit just when my wife was slowly descending on the
long black saliva covered cock of the unconscious beggar.  I didn't know
that the fucker had followed me and I simply lay down on the couch again,
exhausted from too much sex.  So it was a shock when I smelt his half hard
cock (still dripping the remaining cum from his cock) over my mouth.  If
not his touch, his rotten smells would have told me...I had no choice but
to open my mouth to clean the cock that had just filled my wife's ripe
pussy with fresh, genetically horrible but physically strong baby making
sperm.  I sucked till he choked me with a second load.  I fell asleep with
cum dribbling down my chin and that's how my wife woke me up the next
morning...the fucker's limp cock and sweaty balls draped all over my face
and his smelly hairy face resting on my thighs.  There was no explaining
the events and I resigned my fate to living with the three dirty beggars
who were told by my wife to stay dirty and smelly because my wife liked it
a bit raunchy now.  In one month's time, the house was full of dirty smelly
people.  I was an exception as I had to go to office to work hard to earn
money to provide stuff for my wife and the three beggar-lovers.  But in my
heart I loved the arrangement.