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We were late, but luckily the driver - a half-naked black man - drove us straight to the festival grounds crammed with sweaty, stinking jet- black farmers of south India. Read on to find out what the horny men did to my wife. (MMF, wife-exh, husb-voy, bi, size, intr, cream-pie, india) *** Every year we go to see a big elephant festival in south Indian state of Kerala. It’s a religious festival but there are thousands of tourists who just come to see the elephant parade and all the bonhomie of music and dance that spreads throughout the small town. And of course there are all the religious pilgrims too who want a piece of their god. So since my wife was keen, we decided to go. On the plane, we were lucky enough to be upgraded to the business class and on the five-hour flight, we were plied with expensive champagne, wine and scotch and what not. Both my wife and I were near drunk by the time the plane landed on Cochin airport. We were booked in a lusurious hotel on the backwaters and the car was waiting to pick us up. On the way to the hotel, while talking to the driver – a big, sour- looking black man wearing only a sarong – we realized that my timing was all wrong. I thought the festival was three days later but today was actually the last day of the festival. Three days later was only a communal religious bath in the water tank around the temple. Gosh! Anyway, we decided to make the best of the situation and despite being dead drunk asked the driver to take us to the festival to try and catch at least the last few memorable moments. He grinned and said okay. My wife was really swinging with all the alcohol inside her but I supported her from behind together, sometimes, with the strong dark driver, we managed to reach the parade ground. It was an awesome amount of people gathered at one place. We could hear a thriving buzz in the air. The driver, whose name was Bongo, informed us that there were about 500,000 people present this year. It was impossible to find any vantage point to view the going-ons but we managed to somehow squeeze in a corner between some burly south Indian farmers. I could see a little bit by craning my neck but my wife, being only 5ft and 5 inches, was a lot shorter than some of men in front of us. And in all the scuffle of pushing and shoving our way in, I realized that my wife and I were separated. She was with the driver – Bonga – but they were two or three men away from me and however hard I tried with my drunken muscles, I couldn’t get closer. Then she pulled her hand up drunkenly to show me that she was holding the driver’s hand and was safe. I heaved a sigh of relief and started watching the magnificent display of handsome elephants decked up in jewellery and silks. After a while, I realized that my wife had passed out and the driver was carrying her like a man would carry a child – her head resting on his broad bare shoulders and his hands were draped around his neck. One of his broad black hands was holding her up by cupping her right buttock and the other hand was circled around her back of chest. He really looked fatherly even though he was probably half her age. When I looked back at them after five minutes of parade watching, I realized my wife’s skirt had risen up from her backside and her big assed- bottom was visible to any one interested to look. And in such a crowded area – full of mostly males – many were actually standing skin-to-skin, literally rubbing shoulders and what not with each other. I noticed Bongo’s hand had somehow disappeared under her skirt but my drunken head never put two and two together. Bongo and my eyes met and he grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign but that made my wife slip off his shoulder and he quickly pulled her up again, in the process, her skirt rode up completely. I saw Bongo’s hand was not on her ass anymore. It was – or rather two of his big bony fingers were crammed inside my wife’s pussy from the side of the panties. The fingers were moving in and out. I got a little shock and the alcohol made me feel weak in my knees. I dropped down on the ground surrounded by hundreds of thousands of dark hairy legs. It being summer, most males wore half-folded sarongs and many of the men had further folded their sarongs in the heat and dust of the parade and it was only then – lying down on the dust – that I realized that this meant, cocks equal of half the number of legs were dangling freely facing the earth right at the moment and many of them, as south Indians normally do, were not wearing any underwear. I turned around to notice Bonga, just two men away from me, was the same. But in his case I could clearly see a blue black big uncut cock dangling down facing the earth angrily – angry because of the gravitational pull. Because if gravity hadn’t pulled its weight down, it would have by now made its way to the hairy pussy hole of my wife just a mere inch or two away from Bonga’s mammoth cock. My drunken eyes were blurred, and so was my head and it must have been in that state that I reached out, stretching my arm in between other hairy and startled legs and held Bonga’s rock hard cock, its uncut purple shiny head glistening with a dew drop of precum. I peeled the skin back and spread his pre-cum, his pre- fuck juice all over his purple cock head, and I could feel a shiver of pleasure pass through his balls and cock. I slowly made my way next to Bonga so that he couldn’t see me with the obstacle of my wife’s body, then I extended my pink tongue to lick the purple cockhead. I tasted a few grimes of cock cheese and inhaled a musky manly smell of a real man who had probably been sweating since two days. I tentatively licked his balls, fringed with wiry, thick black hairs and one by one I gobbled the ugly black balls inside my mouth to savour from outside the goodness of the potent creamy sperm they contained inside. Satisfied with my saliva dripping from his now completely wet and shiny cock, I pushed his up with my right hand, even as naturally, his other hand pushed the remaining panty out of the way – opening the hairy, fishy, pulsating hole of my wife’s pussy now shiny with moisture and anticipating an attack by a cock. The pussy gasped as the thick girth of Bongo’s cock entered it, aided by my hand. And Bongo released his grip slightly on her waist, impaling her further down on his giant black cock. I could feel a sensation in her body but no reaction. Pretty soon, Bongo had established a nice rhythm fucking my wife in the midst of hundreds of thousands of people watching a religious festival in progress. Their public fornication didn’t go unnoticed for long, the man behind me, who had been irritated by my sitting down right at his crotch level. Soon, realized what was happening and taking advantage of a face at the perfect angle, he dangled his already free-falling musky, piss-smelling uncut cock in my face. It was limp still and yet the sponginess of its limpness was filling my head with visions inspiring me to make it hard, to see how hard it would be, how big, how long, how thick and whether it would fit in my wife’s drunken and hairy cunt hole. So I gave it a long, lazy lick from the tip of his uncut skin till the joint of his balls. He shoved a little, impatient to go inside the warmth of a pussy or a mouth and I didn’t let him linger. Quickly I swallowed all his nine inches length and four inches of width. He held my ears harshly and fucked my face like it was a whore’s sour pussy. But by then Bongo had already deposited a huge wad of thick ropes of his sperm in my young wife’s fertile pussy. His millions of virile potent baby making sperms probably already racing to mate with one of her eggs. As his deflated black cock slipped out with a loud plop, a gush of white frothy cream followed and I was quick to clamp my mouth on my wife’s gaping pussy, sucking all its spermy contents in my stomach. I would have sucked her pussy dry but the man whose cock I had left out in cold without release didn’t give me a second chance, he shoved me out of the way and pushed his rural pussy-fucker in my wife’s gamey cunt hole. My sucking must have been good, or my wife’s pussy must have been extremely hot because he didn’t last long and deposited his share of cum in her pussy, near her womb, within minutes and bent down to see how I was lapping his seed up from my wife’s sodden cunt. The third farmer didn’t want his cock sucked. He was homophobic, I think, for he pulled me out of the way completely and after pulling on his massive 10-inch rural black cock framed by half grey half black curly pubic hair few times, shoved his half hard cock in side her pussy meat. Soon it was rock hard and I could see my wife pushing her cunt back on his thick ad fat cock covered with their combined fuck juices. She was still passed out though. Few minutes and the third was done too so I got back to my favourite job – of sucking fresh farmer milk straight from my wife’s hairy cunt. Once I was done, I just waited for another rural black cock to make a deposit of his seed inside the sperm bank vault of my wife’s cunt. THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 60