Wife and husband get fucked in bus tripMy wife and I went to for pilgrimage that included five hours journey in a rickety small bus packed with filthy, ugly and big black villagers. To make things easier, it was dark, very dark. Unplanned things happened. When we just got married, my wife and I decided to go to a temple located high up on the Himalayas. It is a very special temple where Shiva and Parvati got married and we thought it would bring good luck to our newly married life.The temple is located at a very high altitude of 8,000m above the sea level and understandably it is bitterly cold there. Being young, the only way we could afford to reach there was by a private bus. We boarded the already packed bus at 2am and realized there was no way we were going to get comfortable at all as most of the passengers were going to the same area as there are many famous temples in the vicinity.The bus which was probably meant to accommodate about 45 passengers had more than 100 passengers, crammed every where. The seats meant for three people were packed with at least five and there was absolutely no place to move once you parked yourself even in a standing space. The specially designed bus had a slightly larger standing area at the back. This area had no seats at all but it had this standing seat along he bus walls. We couldn’t even find one of these standing seats as a group of loudly speaking village men parked their backsides there just before us.Anyway, we knew it was a long five-hours journey but since we had decided to go, we just decided to endure it. The temple, being in such cold area, was opened to worshippers only for two months in a year, and we unfortunately were going there only in the last week before the temple closed for the next 10 months.Thank god it was winter, otherwise all these packed bodies inside this small space would have been horrible. In fact we were quite warm because of all the people around us, wrapped in blankets and shawls and all things warm. We ourselves had a big blanket to wrap around ourselves.As the bus started we realized what problem we will face throughout the journey – the hilly-terrain road curves at every 200 or half a km making all the passengers sway here and there like pendulums. Since the bus was very crowded, even if we didn’t hold on to the handrails, we still pushed against someone or the other.The very first time, the bus lurched over the corner, my wife was pushed against this old villager on the standing seat but people in the Indian villages are very accommodating and caring about such things and the man didn’t make a fuss and he even helped her get back in her standing position by holding her still with his two hands.We were also overdressed. I was wearing two pairs of longjohns under my corduroys and four layers of shirts and undershirts with a warm large jacket topping it all. My wife on the other hand, was dressed in the traditional Indian saree. There is no way to wear many layers underneath so she had worn stockings under her petticoat. On top, she was wearing a traditional blouse which shows a lot of midriff but when it comes to cold winds, you can freeze to death. But anyway, she was wearing a cardigan and a thick Kashmiri shawl was d****d around her shoulders.And like I said it was very crowded, whenever I tried to put my arms around her waist, I invariably touched other people’s body so I just let it be.After we passed the outskirts of the small town, to our relief, the driver switched off the lights and brought tuzla escort the bus into utter darkness with no light even from the thick forested external environment.My wife held on my shoulders and putting her face to my chest, she tried to grab a few winks. It was impossible for me to get any sleep in the “lurching” situation, so I just held on the handrails for dear life with both hands. The bus was swaying and rocking and moving forward at the same time. The old carriage was rickety and the windows made deafening din with glass frames colliding with the body frame. And of course the cold wind that was creeping inside from the hundreds of nooks and crevices in the bus.My wife was soon asleep, and I could feel her hands slipping down from my shoulder. At last they stopped at my waist and stopped there. She was also slumping a bit having been dead tired because of not sleeping before boarding the bus and for walking 23 miles out of our village. She was sleeping deeply and probably didn’t even remember that she was on a bus. Now her head had also slipped down almost to my stomach and her buttocks were slightly splayed, pushed behind further away from her body. Her ample ass had landed right in the lap of the old villager, who also seemed asleep. Almost everyone around us seemed to enjoy some shut eye.There were men of all shapes and sizes on all sides of us. There were some women, but they were lucky enough to get seats in the front. There was a rather unusually tall man next to our right and there was a rather pathetic looking wretch on his right, making him positioned just next to my wife. To our left, were four nasty looking swarthy men wearing stale smelling clothes and covering themselves with huge black, woolen blankets. There were three men behind me to the right and the left and right smack behind me but I couldn’t see them. The standing seats were taken mostly by men whose wives were sitting in front. Everyone seemed fast asleep, holding on to whatever they could.I also sort of dozed a little in the cramped but surprisingly cosy interiors. At one corner as the bus lurched, I was awakened slightly. I felt some movement behind me like, but anyway the man behind me had been so close to me all this while that I had been feeling his front at my back right since the bus started moving. Then I notice that my wife had further slumped down in the lap of the old man. But he was no complaining. If it was me I would have thrown her off my lap but the nice old man had actually held her from her waist to prevent her falling down.Although it was difficult to see in the dark, I could make out that my wife’s sari had been pulled up to her thighs in all the movement. The nice old man was rubbing her thigh with one hand probably to keep her warm in such cold. I made a mental note to give him a thank you gift when we got down. Then I realized that the very tall man on my right had his hands on my wife’s breasts and he was slowly massaging them. But his eyes were shut so I brushed the movement to the fact that he was probably thinking it is his wife in his dream. Poor thing! His big black paw of a hand had covered the entire breast of my wife and looked just so incredible. The other wretch like man next to the tall one, was shivering with cold and had placed his head between my wife’s breasts, just next to the tall man’s hand.On the other side, the four nasty men had very kindly d****d some of their blanket on their side of my wife to keep her warm. The rest I couldn’t see as most of tuzla escort bayan the other side of my wife was covered by their blanket.The movement behind my back had made me feel itchy and I snaked my hand behind just to scratch my back a little. My hand slid along my wife’s hand somehow still d****d behind my back holding me for support. But I was surprised to find that she was holding something in her hands. Something very hot and slippery. I felt a jerk, when my hand touched the hot rod like thing. Oh it felt so nice. The thing was burning hot and in such cold weather seemed like heaven send. I also held on to it tightly. It was fairly large and I was not able to hold it completely in my hand. I could also feel some throbbing vein-like protrusions on the surface. And it was getting wetter and wetter. The more I squeezed it, the wetter it got. My wife’s hand was moving up and down the rod-like thing. When I moved my hand further away to check how long was that thing, I can across some scrubby, brush-like substance sticking from a flat hot skin like surface and as I trailed my hand downwards I could feel two strong and large but very hairy fruits.Just then I felt hot air on my neck and the man behind me pushed onto me a little. He bit my ears and whispered, “Yeah stroke my nasty cock, you faggot.” I repulsed at the thought that I had been stroking his cock and that made me almost puke, I tried to put my hand to my mouth to stop the feeling only to realize that the slick pre-fuck juice smeared all over my hand was now all over my face and lips. Involuntarily I licked my lips and to my horror, enjoyed the salty aftertaste. Immediately to my shock, I craved to lick some more and involuntarily, I moved my hand back to taste more of this stranger’s pre-cum.I felt his hands surround me as he stroked my now hardening cock through my pants. In the noise and the darkness I never realized that he had opened my trousers and pushed all the longjohns down to my knees. I only realized when I felt the wet and very hard tip of his cock probing at my asshole. I also felt my wife pulling my asscheeks apart to give easy access to this man to fuck my ass. I was shivering from cold and the unknown anticipation of being fucked in public for the first time.By now, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I saw, the tall man groping my wife’s breasts was actually groping her bare boobs, and his cock, as big as he was tall, was smearing pre-cum all over her boobs. The stinking beggar next to them was actually licking all his pre-cum from her boobs and sometimes he sucked his cock as well.On the other side, under the blanket, my left hand traced its way down to my wife’s face and came across the meanest and fattest and thickest cock ever. It was stuck in the mouth of my bride of five-days who was sucking the cock earnestly. As my hand moved around, it felt three other cocks, strategically placed to alternate being sucked by my wife. All four cocks were fat, thick and as I realized after sliding the skins, uncut. On one of the cocks I felt something grainy and squeezing it off the cock brought it back to my nose and it smelled heavenly like ripening cheese. I licked it once and the cock cheese exploded my senses. I had to immediately go back for more but before that I screamed in pain as the man behind me slammed his cock to the hilt in my virgin asshole. Luckily he also clamped his large hand over my mouth and so sound escaped.He waited for a moment and started fucking me with deep strokes. I escort tuzla could feel the veins throbbing on his cock, I could feel the thick cock pulsating with every stop…oh I felt so full and nice. He must have been very quick because within a few strokes he thrust as deep as he could and I felt ropes after thick ropes of his blazing hot sperm coating the innards of my rectum. He stayed inside for 10 minutes and the withdrew leaving me feeling empty. The feeling didn’t last long as the man next to him took his place and pushed his seven larger cock in my well fucked and well lubed ass-pussy.I think the men realized that I was no threat and started openly playing with my whore of a wife. With all the pushing and thrusting from behind, my mobile phone fell down from the front pocket of my shirt. As I bent down to pick it up, I came face to face with my wife. Her eyes were closed as if she was still sleeping. She was some sight with her massive tits being mauled by one giant cock and the skinny man. Her mouth was full of cock and the owner of the cock was thrusting in and out lazily, enjoying the sensations of her warm moist mouth. My face was so close to her that I could smell all the sweaty aromas of their balls and the musky smell of their pre-cum made my head swim.Just then, another fat uncut smelly cock brushed against my nose sending shivers down my spine. The moment that man realized that his cock hit my face, he took hold of his abnormally fat fuck-tool and forced its foreskinned cock head in my mouth. I held it inside to savour the taste and he started fucking my mouth like an old pussy pushing in mercilessly past my throat. I gagged but he held my head in a iron-grip. Soon I was being fucked from both ends. And I realized that the old man at the standing seat was holding my wife protectively only because he had raised her petticoat and was fucking her slowly with his old, gnarled but very large uncut cock. His grey pubic hair was shining in the darkness.Soon, the cock in my mouth erupted with thick, clotty, load of sperm. It was very bitter and smelly but I had no choice but swallow it. The moment the shrinking cock withdrew from my mouth the second one invaded my cock-craving mouth. One my one, my wife and I sucked all the cocks in the rear of the bus and my wife got fucked in her fertile pussy by all the old villagers who could raise their cocks up.Time passed very quickly, and the dawn started breaking. As the light started illuminating the bus, I realized my wife and I looked like cum soaked whores with cum splattered on our face, hair and clothes. My wife rearranged her clothes and so did I and all the men, just stood their with massive satisfied grins on their faces.The bus came to its final destination within the next half hour and everyone alighted. Both my wife and I were, on the other hand so exhausted that we just couldn’t move. Just then the driver of the bus – a really fat and ugly man of 65, with a jet black skin – walked to us at the back of the bus and asked if we wanted to rest for a while in the bus itself.We said yes. He took out a really tattered mattress from under one of the seats and spread it on the floor of the bus for us. As we lay down, he unzipped and hauled out the meanest, blackest, fattest and smelliest cock we had ever seen, and he slapped my face with his 10-inch fat monster cock a few times leaving a trail of thick pre-cum all over.”Suck my smelly cock you cocksucker wimp,” he said, “make it wet and hard so that I can fuck your wife’s pussy and impregnate her with my smelly sperm.” I just smiled and started chewing on his fat cock happily as my wife started removing her clothes in preparation of the fucking that was going to follow.The End



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