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I don’t like cricket oh no I love itAlthough I am Indian man, unlike other normal Indians, I have no interest in the game of cricket. Just so slow, so unadventurous and boring – that what I thought cricket was. All my Indian friends on the other hand are just crazy about the game. The thing is that it is a communal thing – watching cricket. So the other day, there was this one day international match between West Indies and India and it was decided that all of them would come to my house to watch it on cable TV. My wife Ruchi, unlike me, is also a big cricket fan and when I told her this news, she was overjoyed. Like I said, a cricket lover loves to watch the game with other passionate fans.My friends are a diverse group. There are three Indians – Sudharak, a 42 year old, very dark, stout Maharashtrian man; Kishore a lanky 47-year-old also from Maharashtra; Santosh, a 55-year-old balding fat man from Orissa and Oracle (yes, that is his name), a 62-year-old Nigerian. Sudharak has never married and is considered a confirmed bachelor. Kishore is divorced and although Santosh is married with two k**s, his wife lives in India to look after his aged parents. Oracle is a widower.My wife is 28, a hell lot many years younger than my 45 years but we are very tuned to each other’s well being and have had a lovely married life since we married seven years ago against a lot of criticism from her family. She is a very sweet woman and very accommodating.On the day of the match, she woke up early prepared some snacks to last through the game and got ready. She wore a plain white summer dress which was very loose and hid her curves unnecessarily. The hem of the dress was slightly above her knees and she looked very sexy even in this frumpy dress. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and I could sense that because of the loose dress she had not worn a bra. When she crossed her arms, her dark nipples were very visible against the thin white cotton. But I don’t think she had noticed that or she wouldn’t wear that dress.One by one the guys arrived and settled down in the living room couch. Our couch is huge it was custom-built by a local carpenter so that both of us could lie down together to watch TV and there was still some space. All the guys were wearing shorts – Sudharak and Kishore were wearing Bermudas. Santosh and Oracle were still wearing their running shorts since they came in straight from the gym. Santosh and Oracle were also soaked to the bone in sweat from their runs. They apologized for their appearance as if they had showered they would be late. Both my wife and I didn’t care about such things anyway.So all four of them settled on the couch with cushions and the TV remote. My wife sat on a small rattan lounge chair to the left of the couch. I had no intention of getting bored by the game but still I sat on the couch with my four friends, diagonally opposite to my wife. It was early in the morning but when I passed chilled beer cans around they were immediately snapped up. Even before the game began (it was late because of some rain earlier) most of them were on their third beer. My wife doesn’t like beer so she was on gin and tonic – also her third – and to have three gins in a row only meant that my wife would be a goner in no time.Anyway, the game started and as cricket goes it was slow in the beginning and started to pick up pace after about 20 minutes. I noticed that each time a player was running or about to get caught, my wife would pull her knees up to her chest in typical sports-watching stress. And when she did that from my angle I got a wonderful view of her sheer white panties. I was amused at what my friends would think if they saw the sight. Then, my wife just remained in that position and after some time, her dangled her right leg over the arm of the chair. Whoa! I was stunned; this angle gave a perfect view of her panty-clad pussy. The outline of her pussy lips was clearly defined and I could even see a few pussy hairs peeking from the side of her panties. She had moved her torso slightly leftwards and this way, her panty clad pussy was directly visible to all five of us on the couch. I noticed with a sideways glance that Oracle had caught on to the view and was focusing more on my wife’s crotch than the TV screen. My wife too had been looking in his direction more than a few times.Next time when I went to get more beer, my wife asked for another gin and I thought this would be a good time to make her change her position. When I was handing her the drink, I casually told her, “Honey, let me sit here for a while, my back is breaking on the couch.”She reluctantly got off and started moving to drag a bar stool to the istanbul escort bayan living room, when Oracle opened his thick Negro lips to say, “Ruchi, my dear, a bar stool is not meant to sit on to watch cricket. Here, let me make some space for you to park your bottom.” With that he nudged Santosh to move a bit and together they made enough space for her between them. I, happy that they wouldn’t be able to see my wife’s frisky pussy anymore, sat down on the lounge chair. After a while when I saw my wife from the corner of my eyes, my eyes, instead, locked on Oracle’s shorts.Jeez, I thought and did a double take. Snaking out from the open flap of his running shorts, was his limp cock. A black, thick slab of limp meat lying lazily on his thick black thigh like a coiled serpent. It was not fully hard but I noticed a big glob of clear liquid forming a big drop at the end of his wrinkled foreskin. And in front of my eyes it slowly dropped down on his muscular thighs and slid off to be smeared on the leather of my couch.I wondered if this is what Ruchi was watching too. It was hard to take my wife off that most erotic scene as I saw my wife sandwiched between two mature man – one of whom was staining my leather-bound couch with his pre-cum but I glanced at the TV screen just in time before Oracle asked me to get another beer.I went inside the kitchen and stood holding the sink for a while. Sipped iced cold water to calm myself and adjusted my surprised and definitely hard cock.When I handed him the beer, my hands brushed against his finger tips and some sticky liquid was smeared on my hands. I sat down and instinctively brought my fingers to closer for a sniff. Yes, it was precum. How bizarre! Here I was sniffing the pre-cum of my best friend as my wife sat rubbing shoulders with him in front of his with only a sheer spandex short separating them. I looked at them again and realized Oracle’s fingers were sticky because he had shifted his hard black cock to the side where my wife was sitting. Her fourth gin had finished and her eyes were slightly glazed as if she was going to fall asleep soon. To my excitement I saw Oracle pinch the tip of his cock and scoop some precum to smear it on his hand, and then he turned to my wife and caressed her cheeks with the same hand, “Sweetie, look… what a shot! Oh damn, you missed it.” When he moved his hand, I saw a shining wet coating over her cheeks but she didn’t feel anything.Although she didn’t ask for it, Oracle turned to me and said, “Hi Bhura, I think Ruchi wants another drink.” And even without checking with her, I rushed to get another lethal drink for her. I was only thinking with the head on my raging cock. And my cock said it wanted to see if that monster black cock belonging to Oracle with probe any of my wife’s holes today. I mixed an extra large portion of gin, mixing it well with lime cordial. And to make better impact, I crushed two sleeping tablets and stirred the powder well in the drink. When I returned my wife was in an animated state – shouting (slurred) at the batsman to run faster to complete the third run but her pupils were distinctly dilated and body a bit slack. Oracle had to wrap his arm around her shoulders to keep her from falling back. Her dress had ridden up and was bundled around her waist as she sat with her knees folded up to her chest. Santosh’s hand was casually rubbing her milky thighs with the back of his left hand. At first she didn’t notice me but then as Oracle took the drink from my hand and held it up to her mouth for a sip, she gulped half the drink down in one shot. Grimacing from the taste, she pushed the glass away but Oracle, insisting that she finish the drink, cheered his beer with her drink and said, “Bottoms up sweetie! One for the sixer in the game,” and sure enough to cheer the Indian team, my supportive wife finished the drink in a second gulp.Oracle handed the empty glass back to me and winked. “Ruchi is in a very good mood today. She is being a good girl. I hope you don’t mind her sitting here?” I pretended I didn’t hear what he said and pretended I was more interested in the game and turned towards the TV screen. Before sitting down, I turned the lounge chair towards the TV so that my back was directly to the couch and my friends, especially Oracle, would think I can’t see anything there. But they didn’t know that I had a better view now as I could clearly see what was going on behind me in the antique mother-or-pearl inlaid mirror next to the TV set.As the game progressed on TV the sexually charged games increased on my couch. With the strong drink mixed with the sleeping pills, within no time my wife was gone. She was now completely u*********s and had slumped back on the cushions. Oracle’s hand was on her bare thigh and slowly inching towards her pussy. I noticed the crotch of her panties was wet with her pussy juices – confirming my suspicion that she had already been aroused with all the viewing of Oracle’s cock and all the touching and rubbing. I saw Santosh and Oracle looking at each other and grinning ear to ear at the bright prospects of m*****ing my beautiful wife. Santosh’s hand had sneaked inside my wife’s panty and was fingering her moist and wet pussy. I could see his thick fingers pushing in my wife’s steaming hole. I could also see his cock snaking out of his running shorts. It was not as big as Oracle’s pussy stretcher but it was much bigger than mine and thick to boot.Kishore and Sudharak were now also aware of the going on and they were sneaking peeks at Santosh’s finger fucking of my wife’s pussy just a few feet behind my back. They were slowly rubbing their growing hard-ons. I heard Oracle whisper something in Kishore’s ears and he grinned broadly. Next moment, he came over and sat on the arm of my lounge chair to block my view in the mirror. I was flabbergasted. He put his arm around me and started talking about how he needed to stretch his legs a bit. We sat in silence as the loud noises from TV blocked any noises behind me. About 10 minutes like this and I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up and Kishore, slightly nervous, held me down preventing me from getting up. “What’s the hurry dude, where are you going?” he asked.”Let me grab some beers,” I said and he let go of my shoulders. I turned around to see my wife half slumped down, her head in Santosh’s lap and a string of clear liquid which could not have been her saliva, hanging from her mouth. I also caught Santosh placing a cushion to cover his crotch. Coincidentally, Oracle also had a cushion on his lap. What made my head dance with erotic flashes was the sight of thick pearly white liquid seeping from my wife’s red pussy. The pussy looked like it had just been mauled mercilessly. There was no sign of her panty and though someone had hastily covered her bottom by pulling her dress down, I could still see her pussy and her pubic hair matted with some thick sticky liquid. I feigned ignorance as Santosh and Oracle shouted encouragements to the Indian cricket team.”Beer, anyone?” I asked in an intentionally slurred voice, and all hands rose up. I walked as if I was drunk, held the back of a chair, grabbed a wall and like… so that everybody would know that I am too gone to notice what they were doing with my u*********s wife. I didn’t return for a long time and watched from behind a curtain. Oracle removed his cushion and wiped his slimy cock wet with probably my wife’s pussy juices and his own cum on the cushion leaving a sticky stain. Santosh wasted no time in inserting his thick precum coated cock in my wife’s mouth and started humping her like it was a pussy. Although my wife was d**gged, she was in a way reacting and sucking on his big purple helmet of the cock. When I finally grabbed four chilled beers and returned Santosh was in no position to stop what he was doing and erupted a big load of cum in her mouth. He pinched her nose shut so that she swallowed most of his semen. When he saw me he again covered his wet shrinking cock with a cushion.I handed them their beers and nonchalantly looked at my wife. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips. I felt Santosh’s long cock, peeking slightly from under the cushion; brush my cheeks with its uncut tip as I planted a deep French kiss on my d**gged wife. I could smell the musky, mushroomy aroma of Santosh’s sperm. I tasted his cum on my wife’s lips and I got up I wiped his precum from my cheek, looked at it and smiled, “Poor thing, she is so deep in sleep that she is drooling her saliva all over Santosh, sorry buddy.” Both Oracle and Santosh, looking slightly tense because of the situation, sighed with relief and smiled, “its okay mate!”As I resumed my place on the lounge chair, Oracle got up and stood next to me, probably as a back up so that Kishore and Sudharak could take their turns with my wife. But with Oracle sitting next to me, it was very hard for to ignore the smell of his still sperm and pussy juice coated cock, just inches from me, and the way he was leaning against the back of the chair. As he placed his arm over my shoulder, my body jerked uncontrollably at the thought of touching a man who had just fucked my wife minutes ago. Then he placed his right leg on the arm of the chair so that his wet long cock dropped down from the side of his running shorts. A big dollop of remaining cum inside his balls had gathered at the tip of his cock and was becoming dangerously heavy, and ready to fall. I sex-crazed mind placed my unturned hand directly under his cock as a big strand of my black mature buddy’s cum landed on my palm. As the strand finished falling down, it formed a dime sized pool and I, keeping an eye on Oracle’s vision which was conveniently glued to the TV screen, brought my hand to my mouth and licked the blubber of that sticky thick bodily fluid. Oh what a heady taste and delicious aroma.I had to get close to it so I let my head fall sideways as if I had dozed off and sure enough his limp and heavy cock, along with the long hanging hairy balls, landed on my nose. The balls splayed to both sides of my nose completely blocking air passage so I had to start breathing through my mouth. The sweaty smell of his balls was making me feel dizzy. Oracle noticed what had happened and his hand readjusted his balls in a way that they were now hanging on to one side on my face, warm – crinkly balls. But as he must have looked down (I am sure he must have as I was not about to ruin my fab chances of being close to this fat black cock by opening my eyes) and noticed that I was as gone as my wife, he rubbed the wrinkly head of his heavy cock on my parted lips. One bigger dollop of remaining cum went inside my mouth as he milked it out of his cock. I involuntarily licked my lips.I heard a chuckle as Oracle softly called Sudharak over, “You won’t believe come over here and see this.” Next I heard another soft laughter. That must have been Sudharak, “I can’t believe you are trying to fuck Bhura’s mouth with your cock, Oracle. You naughty boy! Move over, you have already had your share of fun with his cunt wife, now while I wait for my turn after Kishore, let me have some fun with this cocksucker.” There was some reshuffle and I felt my head being placed on a cushion. Next thing I felt a scorching hot rod of steel probe my mouth. The rod was also leaking some liquid. Had to be Sudharak’s cock I thought and said without opening my eyes, “Yes darling let me suck your big fat nipples…let me milk them dry… fuck my mouth with your hard nipples and give me some milk.”I heard a chorus of laughter and this time they were not controlling the volume of their voice. Sudharak pulled my head with my ears and his fat cock – at least 10 times fatter than my wife’s nipples, entered my mouth. He fucked me steadily for a few minutes and then as his movements became faster, I heard him say, “Oh fuck this is too good to be true…much as I would love to breed that whore of his wife, I can’t hold my cum… here it cums you faggot, take my milk, yeah suck on my cock and drink my sperm… yeah… ohhhhh…” and with that he unloaded a big torrent of his pungent and bitter cum straight in my mouth. I could feel the forceful push of his cum-geyser in my mouth and I swallowed it down eagerly. As he retracted his cock from my mouth, I pretended that I had woken up and just in time before he stashed his spent but shining black cock inside his Bermudas. I turned quickly to see what were they doing to my wife and saw my wife lying sprawled on the couch. She was in the doggy position with her ass sticking out obscenely. Santosh was holding her waist as Kishore plummeted her pussy hole with a massive 10-inch hammer of a cock. Oracle’s cock, about the same length as Kishore but only thicker with blue black veins sticking out, was fucking my wife’s slackened mouth. It was perfect timing for everybody. Just as I turned, I saw Kishore plunge his cock deep inside my wife’s pussy as his ass clenched and he unloaded his fertile sperm inside to breed my wife. Oracle erupted another cum geyser inside her mouth.I slumped and lay next to my wife – face to face, just as Oracle wiped his cock on my mouth and clamped our mouths together so that all his fresh cum flooded my mouth from my wife’s mouth. And as I lapped it up, he smiled and told me, “Don’t worry your wife is just drooling over me.” I thought, “Yeah right,” but continued sucking his sperm from my wife’s mouth.Needless to say, even I was really too drunk now so I only saw my friends leave one after another much earlier than the end of the game. Luckily, I managed to get up before my wife, and cleaned and when she opened her squinted eyes much later, she only saw me lapping her pussy. “A great way to be awakened,” she said sleepily. I only sighed with relief as I lapped the last bits of my friends’ combined cum from her pussy.Now I am eagerly awaiting the next match on the following Saturday and have already invited my friends to my home. They have happily agreed and asked me if there is enough alcohol in the house. I don’t but I will make sure I stack up – including some sleeping pills.

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