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 Post-marathon warm-up for my wife's cold body By Bhuralund@gmail.com

   My wife and I decided to take part in the local marathon.  Both of us
train of the treadmill and thought it would be great to take part in a
charity run.  We signed up as individual runners as most of the others were
in company teams.  But due to hectic work schedules we couldn't attend all
of the training provided by the organizers.  Anyway, we were confident that
w could finish the 42km run perfectly fine.

   On the day of the run, a bright Sunday morning, as we reached the
kick-off location, we realized the magnitude of the event.  There were
thousands of people, wearing running gear and their assigned "runner
numbers" waiting for the kick-off.  There was a briefing session as
loudspeakers wailed out loud instructions.  There was chaos
everywhere...but we both stuck with each other.  Finally after a delay of
30 minutes, the marathon started.  It was a mad frenzy of people despite
the instructions and the security personnel guarding the runners from the
viewers.  My wife and I held hands and started running calmly, gradually
building speed.  We were definitely not in the front and didn't want to be
either.  All we wanted was to finish the race and be content.

   The chaos continued but by the middle of the afternoon, there were
groups of runners.  A group of 200-odd runners was leading the pack, and
then there were "herds" of runners following the leaders.  We were towards
the back - not the last but one of the last groups.  After 15kms we were
already beginning to feel the strain, especially my wife but we egged each
other on to run.  Finally, the last five kms were the worst, my wife had
already slowed down completely but told me to go on so at least one of us
could finish.  She would catch up with me later, she said.  I ran even as I
felt the last ounces of energy seeping away from my knee joints but managed
to cross the line...but after that I just collapsed and blacked out.  When
I came to, I was in one of the rooms besides the stadium where we finished
the marathon and it was dark already.  I was lying on the floor on a
mattress and there were two men rubbing my feet.  I was given a few sips of
orange juice and asked how I was feeling.  I said okay, and looked around.
There was one more man being attended to and my caregivers told me that
about 30 people had collapsed.  I asked them about my wife but they had no
idea.  I tried to get up but a sharp pain folded my legs and I fell down
again, deeply in pain.  The two men, both were Indians, firmly made me lie
down and started working on my legs massaging the sore muscles and removing
the knots.  It felt so nice that I almost dozed off...slowly they worked on
my shins, calve and moved to my thighs.  I was in a dizzy.  The message was
having an adverse affect on my cock, which had swung all the way through
the 21 kms and was slightly sore or chaffed...I can't be sure.  But their
big black hands massaged my thighs so sensuously that my injured cock
raised its head.  I am not very big at eight inches but my running shorts
were well short and within no time my cock had slipped down the parting. 
The men just smiled at each other and continued the massage.

   The other man being massaged in the room might have regained his
strength because he got up and left together with his caregivers.  And once
they were gone, my caregiver held my slippery cock in his big black hand
and asked me with a wink, "So is this muscle aching too?" I could only
smile back...he really didn't wait for my answer and bent down between my
legs and engulfed my rock hard eight inch brown cock in his slippery hot
velvety mouth.  His thick moustache was brushing the root of my cock and
making me tingle all over.  His other colleague continued massaging my
thighs and slowly moved in a doggy position so that his crotch was right
over my mouth.  With one hand he massaged my thigh and with the other hand
he slowly pulled his track pants down and let his half hard uncut cock
dangle on my face.  It was about nine-inch long and its wrinkled tip was
brushing its scooped up precum on my lips.  I am not a cocksucker but when
a cock was knocking on the doors of my lips, I just had to show some
hospitality.  So I opened my mouth and let the smelly intruder enter in. 
The smell of his sweaty pubes permeated my nose and stayed put.  I just had
to clasp my lips around his thick cock because he did the rest.  He fucked
my virgin mouth for all of five minutes and let go of his gooey sperm load
straight down my mouth.  I couldn't take it and ejaculated in his
colleague's mouth too.  Since the cock-sucker who sucked me was left
unattended I smeared his cock with his own precum and started fisting him
to an orgasm.  He came soon and thick ropes of his gamey cum landed all
over my sweat-stained clothes.  After which they both helped me get up to
my feet.  I walked gingerly, but I was okay.  I said my thanks and walked
out - guilty having enjoyed myself when I was not even aware of the
whereabouts of my wife.

   There was a row of rooms...and since most of the people had already
gone, only three rooms were occupied as I could see from the lights
filtering out.  The first two rooms were actually unoccupied but the lights
were left switched on.  The third room was the last one and there was
nothing beyond.  I could hear voices from this room, so I peeked and saw my
wife lying there on a makeshift bed.  Three men were massaging her.  And
though she was breathing she was either blanked out or sleeping.  I was
about to enter to tell them that I was the husband when one of them said
something that made me stop, "Shall we give her some of our body heat to
warm her up?  Perhaps she would be okay then." The other guys just looked
at each other questioningly.  "What body heat?" one of them asked,
sourfaced.

   "You know I saw this movie in which a woman and three men were trapped
inside a cave while a snow storm razed outside.  To stay warm they huddled
together but the woman was weak and fell into unconsciousness like this
woman and then one by one all men helped warm her up by fucking her and
leaving their hot cum inside.  In the end not only was she saved but she
also got pregnant.  I mean we don't need to make her pregnant but just by
fucking her we can warm her up.  It's just for charity, you know?  Like a
man helping a man...I mean a woman," the first one said, his big black
nostrils flaring like a bull getting in sexual breeding heat.

   The other man, also black and muscular although a bit smelly and sweaty,
thought about it.  He put one hand inside his track pants from the top and
scratched his balls.  Then without realizing what he was doing he pulled
out that hand and rubbed his sticky fingers on my wife's slack mouth. 
Suddenly I wanted them to fuck her.  Then I wouldn't feel so guilty after
all.  I pushed the door open and walked in silently, "Yes, that's true, you
can make a woman revive by giving her body heat.  Imagine you sperm has so
much heat that just one of them can create a child...so millions of your
sperms together can heat an oven...and this is only a woman."

   "Who the hell are you?  Oh I see a runner."

   "Actually I am a coma expert.  Here, let me help you," I said and slowly
spread my wife's legs making her lying down like an open invitation to her
stretched pussy.  Then I slowly pulled her running shorts down first
revealing the thick bush of her pubic hair and then her slit, everything
matted with sweat.  "Holy hairy pussy," said the man who had scratched his
balls.  His hand was inside his tracks again, this time I could see clearly
that he was pinching the tip of most probably uncut cock between his thumb
and the forefinger.  He pulled his hand out and sniffed it like a crusty
animal.  I shuddered that this uncouth man might actually stuff his cock in
my wife's pussy but that also thrilled me.

   "Sir," I addressed him directly, "May I inspect your equipment to see if
it will fit in."

   In response he pulled his track pants down a bit too eagerly.  There was
a huge banana cock stuffed inside a very tiny pair of briefs.  I sat down
next to him and pulled his short briefs down, his heavy black cock slapped
my cheeks and left a trail of precum.  I held his cock gingerly and
inspected every inch of the 10 long inches...I pulled up and saw the seam
underneath and traced a line with my finger to his heavy balls laden with
boiling cum that would heat my wife's oven and probably make some loaf of
black bread inside.  His cock was throbbing in my hands.

   "I think it needs some lubrication before penetrating that dry pussy," I
said and snaked my tongue out to lick the cock in a long swipe from its
seven-inch thick root to its glistening purple piss slit.  I gulped his
cock head down my mouth and swirled my tongue around to wet it.  There was
no need for any lubrication as his balls were naturally preparing him for
fucking my wife's dry pussy.  Then I heard a voice laden with lust from
behind me, it was the other man, "How about my equipment, is it good
enough? Can you prepare me too, man?" I turned around to see another
10-inch black cock, peeking from under its wrinkled foreskin.  I kissed it
quickly on the tip, and said, "Just a minute sir, let me put this piston in
the engine and I will personally prepare you."

   With that I pulled the first fucker through his steel hard cock and
rubbed his precum slicked cock up and down my wife's sweaty but dry cunt
lips.  The lips peeled open like a brown meaty flower with lacy edges and
the hot breeding black cock slowly plunged inside like a diver going for
the sunken treasure.  Once the first fucker had established a nice rhythm
in fucking my wife, I turned around to prepare the second cock.  I sucked
it to perfection till every single drop of sweat had been replaced by my
own saliva.  Then I positioned him at my wife's mouth and pulled her lips
apart to open her mouth.  He slowly inserted his black prong inside the
mouth and started fucking her mouth like it was a hairless pussy.

   The third man had not waited for me to prepare him and had been pulling
his pud like a possessed man at the events unfolding in front of him.  But
once he saw that I was free he pushed his eight inches of black meat in my
waiting mouth.  He must be on the verge of cuming because he started
spurting at the first touch of my tongue.  Huge gobs of slimy lumpy cum
coated my mouths and tongue, slowly I swallowed every bitter drop.  The
other two men, meanwhile, swapped positions and warmed my wife through both
the holes.  I continued to help both of them by licking their assholes and
their hairy smelly balls from underneath even as they continued the assault
of my wife by their horny stud cocks.  Then as I poked a finger in his ass,
the first one arched back and came deep inside my wife's over...in fact he
came so much that it started flooding out leaving me with no choice but to
clamp my mouth shut over the joint of his cock and my wife's pussy.  I
sucked out as he pulled out and in of her stuffed pussy.  When he pulled
out his deflated cock I sucked its slimy goo from the cock and the balls.
The second man then started fucking my wife's slick but cleaned up pussy
with a determination to mess it up again.  And surely within minutes he
came horsecock bucket loads of baby making sperm right up her cunt.  I gave
his cock the same treatment as his friends and sucked my wife's pussy
clean.

   Just when I thought of calling a cab to go home, my earlier two
caregivers barged in...holding their erect cocks in hand...then I thought I
better wait till they finish.