On My Way To Sloppy Seconds Heaven

My wife and I decided to visit Hampi, a small town in India after reading some rave reviews about its ruins and palaces in Lonely Planet guide. To get the real taste of travelling and local culture we travelled by bus. It was a rickety old bus crammed with people. Miles and miles of dusty landscape passed by and after a torturous journey, finally the bus stopped midway for dinner and some rest.

It was really primitive; they didn’t even have a restroom. The guys just lined up next to a small wood and peed freely waving their Indian black cocks. There were only a few women and they too sat down right in front of everybody and peed unashamedly even as passersby stared at them. My wife was in desperate need to go and take a dump but had no nerve to do so right in the open.

I told her to go in the woods and dump her shit behind some trees while I got some toilet paper (I was being wishful!) or some water for her to clean up. It took me a while to buy a few bottles of water because of the long queue of people wanting to buy food and snacks. Then I headed towards the woods. As I entered, the musty, funky smell of shit hit my nostrils. I had to gingerly step over dried turds as it seemed like a common “shitting ground” in the absence of a proper toilet.

I spotted a few men sitting in a row on one side, taking a poop. Most of them were black south Indians and it was an exciting site to see them sit squatting down on ground, their black uncut cocks in different stages of hardness dangling down between their folded legs. Some were so long that their owners had to hold the fat cocks up to avoiding their uncut heads touching the ground below. I was mesmerized by this blatant display of ugly black uncut cocks. A few were smoking cigarettes and they all had a bottle each by their side for ablutions once finished. They were totally unaffected by me staring at their cocks and black balls. A few were actually stroking their cocks and pointing them at me. I quickly got out of their sight.

I found my wife deep inside, behind some broad old banyan trees. She was squatting just like the men and there were five men around her – one each said of her and three facing her. They were partially hidden by bushes or by trees and I don’t think my wife knew they were there.

Anyway, she had forgotten her glasses in the bus so probably wasn’t aware of the goings on. It was not difficult to see that they were there to poop their turds. Probably they had either finished their poo or had followed her just for some eye candy.

It was very exciting for me to watch my beautiful wife surrounded by ugly, smelly black Indian cocks as I had always fantasized but never dared to share with her. So I slowly retreated and hid behind a tree. Then I pretended to be one of the “poopers” and pulled down my pants and squatted down. It only took me a short while to observe that the two men to her side were slowly moving closer and closer to my wife.

Then one of them, about 45-years of age, jet black of complexion and as ugly as a bat, spoke, “Do you have a light?” My wife, slightly started, screwed her eyes tight to focus and try to see who it really was, and I think the man understood that she was not able to see properly and he moved slightly closer. He said, “Sorry to bother you here but I forgot my lighter, do you have a light?” (He had probably seen my wife smoke.)

My wife said, “Sorry, I forgot my cigarettes, lighter and glasses in the bus only…and since I am night- blind, I really can’t see anything at all and don’t know how to go back.” Just then the second man, also blue-black and nearing 60, moved in closer to my wife and the first man, “Don’t worry my dear, we are here to help you. We will help you go back as we are also going in the same bus,” then he turned to the first man, winked at him and said, “Here my friend, I have a lighter, here let me light your cigarette.”

Oh fuck, it was awesome to see that my otherwise prudish wife was happily sitting shitting in open broad daylight, her hairy pussy open for all to see between two low-class dirty, smelly countryside south Indians, sitting by her side, their half hard black uncut cocks dangling obscenely between their legs. The second man moved forward towards the first one to light his cigarette and I saw with open-mouth how close his black cock was to my wife’s pussy from down below.

The old black man asked my wife if she wanted a cigarette and when she said yes. “Would you like a local flavor,” he asked and when my wife nodded, he got up, his black old meaty cock slowly rising up like a horsecock and said, “Here first, take a deep sniff.” And then he slowly pulled his cock right under her nose, without actually touching her skin. She took a deep breath and inhaled, her eyes shut. “Wow, it’s really different. Smells awesome like dried mushrooms and musk. May I sniff one more time?”

Sure, he said and wavered his cock under her nose once more. This time, he peeled his wrinkled foreskin down and gave her a sniff of his cock-cheese smeared purple cock head. My wife inhaled the aromas of his old cock and exclaimed, “Wonderful. I love these smells so new and so exciting. Can I feel the texture of this wonderful cigarette?”

He said, “These are no ordinary cigarettes, my dear. These are hand rolled exotic cigars. Actually these are used by tribals in deep forest to overcome problematic relationships and hurdles. Since these are rolled in skin of some snakes, they really feel like skin and flesh and you are not supposed to light it up with fire and smoke like ordinary cigarettes.

These are stuffed with smoked flesh and wrapped with the snake skin tightly and then you only need to place it between your lips and roll your tongue around to absorb the benefits of the skin and the ingredients.” My wife looked mesmerized, “I am so lucky,” she said, “To have encountered you today to get a taste of such an exotic tribal delicacy. It’s a pity that without my glasses I can’t even see it. Oh how I wish my husband would come here soon and take some pictures for me.”

“My dear you are indeed very lucky that I have a few different types of these tribal cigars,” the old bastard said and beckoned the other three men closer. The three also joined the first two men and circled around my wife. The old black man gestured for them to be quiet and offered his cock to my wife, “Here my dear, open your mouth, a little wider…yeah there, now don’t you touch it…these are divine things offered to gods before being consumed and I don’t want you to touch with your hands, which were going to do ablutions just now. Don’t worry, I will help you with the experience. Open your mouth and…ah…here it comes. Remember, just roll your tongue around and try to absorb its exotic properties.”

With that he slowly inserted his rather meaty and dirty black cock in my stupid and gullible wife’s waiting mouth. She let the heavy cock fall in her mouth and as instructed, rolled her tongue around it “oohing” and “aahing” from her closed mouth. My prudish wife has never ever sucked a cock. She only allows me to fuck her missionary style once every month just after her periods and I don’t think she knows what a cock tastes like. So it was like sweet revenge for me to see her suck such dirty and smelly cocks.

The old man gave more instructions, “Yeah, good. You are learning it fast. You should be one of us tribals… slowly… you must not use your teeth on the tribal cigar or you will damage it.” My wife was in ecstasy rolling his black old cock in her mouth. The other four men were getting impatient and pushed the old man off her. The second man came forward and said, “Darling, here’s the second tribal cigar for you.” And he pushed his fat black cock in her mouth rather roughly, getting her imbalanced and trip over. She grabbed the ground with her hands, the fat black cock still deep in her gurgling mouth.

Another man jumped forward and held her from behind. Then he slowly pulled her down in his lap, his cock right waving right next to her creamy white cheeks puffed with the other black cock. The old man was back. This time he was sitting between my wife’s splayed legs as her puffy, hairy pussy stared at each of the black cocks in the eye. “Would you like to savor two tribal cigars at the same time?”

“Is it possible,” she said between mouthfuls of the second cock.

“Sure, it’s just that you might feel a little uncomfortable. Here, let me help you…” he said and with that he spat on the top of his purple cock-head and lubricated it.

He had some difficulty trying to push his fat monster cock in my wife’s cunt because of the second man whose cock was still deep in my wife’s mouth. I decided to join and help him (she couldn’t see anything anyway) and held his cock with my hands from behind and gestured him to be in a “push-up position”. Slowly I aligned his cock with my own wife’s pussy hole and pushed his wrinkled ass forward with such a force that his cock penetrated my wife in one motion, right down to its root. His kinky grey pubic hair mashing against my wife’s pussy hair. She couldn’t even scream because of the big fat cock in her mouth.

That was it. All hell broke loose and the old man started fucking her like a mad man. His black cock pistoning in and out of her sloppy cunt like a fast and furious giant horse-cock. He didn’t last long (well he had already got sucked a long time) and blasted his smelly cum in my prudish wife’s slackened cunt. Seeing him blast his smelly load in my wife’s cunt, the man fucking her mouth also blasted his nut right in her mouth.

When she gagged and tried to spit his load, he pushed his still hard cock deep in her throat and pinched her nose leaving her with no choice but to swallow his load. Then the other three men too were impatient to fuck their brains out and one by one they dumped their smelly cock-loads in her hairy pussy. In 10 minutes time, they had all gone, leaving my wife sprawled in the dumps of dried shit and dirt. She was sobbing a little and tried her best in whatever she could manage despite her night-blindness.

To make her believe that I had not seen anything, I walked back and started called out for her from a distance. “I am here,” she replied in a meek voice and when I reached there, she was not sobbing anymore. “Honey, are you okay? I just couldn’t find you.”

She said, “Yeah I am okay but could you help me wash up.”

I said sure and put my hand under her to wipe her clean and as expected a big flood of smelly loads rushed out of her pussy. She was probably too numb to feel anything so I scooped up that palmful of load and sucked it down my gullet enjoying every single warm drop of the smelly loads dumped in her cunt by the dirt smelly Indian cocks. I scooped some more and drank it greedily. Then I washed her asshole and cunt with the water from the bottles and wiped it with my handkerchief. She got up groggily and holding my hand, we walked back to the bus. Much to our horror, the bus had left without us. Fortunately for us, they had thrown our suitcase out.

Then I turned to the owner of the dirty smelly restaurant and asked them when the next bus would be in. “Tomorrow, same time,” said the 70-year-old owner – pitch black and as smelly as shit. I requested him to let us spend the night there and he agreed. He and three of his dirty smelly servants slept in the same restaurant. He slept on a cot and the others on the floor. He was kind enough to offer my wife to sleep in the bed.

Later I shared my whiskey with all of them and we slept. In the middle of the night, I heard some shuffling sound and saw that my night-blinded wife was asking for help as she needed to go to pee. I pretended to be asleep and the old man helped her out.

I sneaked out behind them and saw that as she was sitting by the roadside peeing, the old black geezer was standing just a few inches away from her and peeing away. In the dim streetlight I saw some drops of his piss falling on my wife’s face. My bat-blind wife turned to the old man and said, “I can smell the delicious aroma of a tribal cigar… do you want me to put it in my mouth?”

The old man stroked his half hard cock to an impressive nine inches and rubbing the tip of his uncut cock (still dripping piss), slowly inserted his black cock in her willing mouth, “Sure dear, I have a handy tribal cock… I mean cigar for you…” My wife bobbed up and down on his old cock till he spewed his old seed in her mouth. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve and walked back to the hut with him. Once inside, the old man woke the three dirty scavenger-like servants and whispered something to them one by one.

And sure enough, one by one, they climbed atop the cot and fucked my willing wife with their what must have been solid black cocks. Once they were all tired and asleep, I crawled to foot of my wife’s bed and sneaked between her wide open legs. She is a heavy sleeper and slept throughout as I greedily slurped the smelly fresh loads of cum from her weather-beaten pussy.

From then on, I had a fantastic time as my wife readily slurped on any willing “tribal” cigar and I was in “sloppy seconds” heaven.