I participated in a convention of engineers that was convening in our city, I've made friends with two young engineers of Irish descent, and invited them to a nice evening in our house, I mean together with m wife and she was excited about the idea. My wife is a beautiful, plump Indian lady, and has great tits and ass, but, being plump, her brassiere is always too tight and uncomfortable and cuts into her flesh, so she goes at home bra-less under her sari. I strongly recommended her to wear one for our evening. But she blatantly refused, saying that she won't torture herself in order to satisfy a bunch of my drunk friends. At last we compromised about her wearing a Punjabi suit for the evening, and she went and bought one, a very beautifully embroidered one, for 1000 rupees. It annoyed me, of course, but I had to admit that it looked very fitting on her. My acquaintances thought so as well. They complimented her very profusely, and my wife glowed in her satisfaction. The atmosphere was very nice and friendly, especially so since they have brought two bottles of good Irish whiskey. Soon they turned boisterous and gay and they started talking about how clever they were and how successful with the ladies and, among other talk they bragged how they had fucked a whore the evening before, for "only ten thousand rupees" and how they had made her go all night, and I thought to myself "ten thousand rupees? She ripped you off!" Then they started telling ribald jokes, which I thought rather rude, but it made my wife giggle a lot. Well, she was also quite tipsy herself. Somehow the Anglo-Saxon always think that we, Indian, can't take our alcohol. I don't think that making crude passes at my wife, and patting her ass is taking your alcohol well, but since my wife didn't object, I didn't want to make a fuss. Actually, my wife began giggling uncontrollably, making me wonder why - and then I found out that Bill's cock peeped out of his pants with every movement. (Bill was the shorter, darker engineer) It wasn't a very big cock. Actually, it wasn't much longer than mine, only about six or five and half inches long, but it was uncommonly fat, at least two inches across. The sight made my cock go hard so I can imagine what it did to my wife. But it wasn't Bill who has made advances to her, it was his friend Jeff. He started praising her Punjabi suit, fondling it's fabric, admiring it's embroidery, and asked my wife where he can buy such a beautiful suit for his girl friend. I took the opportunity to teach him a lesson and said that it was a very expensive piece of ritual clothing, which I can find for him only for a very high price. He got hooked and pried from me the cost. I told him ten thousand rupees! Let him eat dust the braggart, making fun of us, Indian! To my amazement he had accepted the price without batting an eyelid. He, with Bill's support, only asked to buy it right off my wife's body. I tried to object, but my wife was all in favor, dazzled by the huge sum. She raised her hands to let Jeff pull the top off, while Bill was pulling her pants down. Well, they were all quite drunk, so my wife got entangled in her pants when she pulled them off and crashed down, falling on bill's crotch. Wow, it must have hurt! Bill just groaned but my wife squealed and tried to rise up. Being drunk she didn't manage and kept dropping down, moaning and squealing, causing Bill to jerk in his pain. Jeff gentlemanly tried to steady my wife and help her get up, but being drunk himself he somehow grabbed her by her tits, instead of by her outstretched arms. She tried to steady herself grabbing Jeff's hips, and but it only caused his pants to fall, and expose his hard, long cock. It was long indeed! At least 10 inches long, but very thin in proportion, I don't think it was thicker than one and a half inches. Jeff of course stumbled and almost fell down and somehow his cock entered my wife's open mouth. The weight of course made her drop down on Bill again, and when she tried to push herself up, Jeff's cock, to my utter amazement, went inside all the way down to its root. You may ask why I didn't help my wife. Well I was so turned on by the sight of my naked wife being impaled on those two cocks that my own cock almost blew up and I had to stroke it in order to calm it down. Meanwhile Jeff was swaying in his drunkenness and kept pushing my wife down on Bill's cock until he, I mean Jeff, roared and erupted in my wife's mouth. My wife screamed and dropped on Bill, who jerked spasmodically and all were moaning and yelling and jerking until all three of them dropped in a stupor to a heap. The sight of my wife's spread cunt, with her juices all flowing down her spread thighs, made me most protective, and I crawled in between her thighs to lick her cunt dry. It had such an awesome musky taste too, of her juices and some musky, sticky stuff. I licked her diligently dry with her stirring and squirming and moaning until she woke up and said, "What ARE you doing? Do you mean to have sex with me in front of our guests? What..." Here she just moaned in ecstasy, letting me answer her: "Shut up woman! Look how dirty you have made Bill! Clean him now, he is our honorable guest!" Indeed, Bill's crotch was all wet and sticky with my wife's come, and since she is a good and obedient wife, she turned over and started cleaning him. For some reason, she has decided that it would be best to lick him clean-well all beasts do it so it must be efficient, doesn't it? Anyhow I turned to clean Jeff's cock, which was also encrusted with his white musty spunk. I licked the slack cock, imitating my wife as best I could, savoring the salty musky taste. Jeff's cock woke up to life with my treatment, and so did Jeff himself. He mumbled something, and rose to his knees, sticking his hot hard cock in my mouth, straight down into my throat! It made me gag and quiver and I moved back. This in turn made Jeff stumble, and in his attempt to steady himself he has grabbed my wife's raised ass-she was still cleaning thoroughly Bill's cock, you know. This made her stumble forward, and Bill's cock went all the way into her mouth. The loss of foot hold made Jeff stumble and waver and his cock, now all hard and stiff, went all the way into my wife's upturned ass! She screamed as much as the cock that was stuffing her mouth allowed, and attempted to push herself up, which mad Jeff sway and shove in, and so they went swaying forward and back. I couldn't remain uninvolved. In order to steady them, I crawled under Jeff's spread legs, attempting to hold him steady by his butt. Somehow his swaying balls started to slap my face and in order to stop it, I held them in my mouth, licking all over their musky sweat, their round firmness, OOH! My own balls nearly exploded, so I had to relieve myself again, stroking my stiff cock until it had erupted. Since Jeff lost my support he went swaying and heaving and soon has erupted himself with aloud roar, pulling his ejaculating cock from my wife's ass. His spunk went flying on her back, on my upturned face and some of it even hit my open mouth. I licked off all of it that didn't, and then Bill started jerking and hollering. My wife, who all that time was frozen in her comatose orgasm, has now jerked strongly her hips screaming and yelling and dropped, exhausted. We all lay in a heap for quite a few minutes. Then my wife rose, folded neatly her Punjabi suit and offered it to Jeff, who paid up, without any word, the ten thousand rupees. He and Bill had even let me lick their cocks clean and left, thanking us profusely. So we had all had a wonderful and fruitful evening, and I have even earned ten thousand rupees. Although my wife claims that it was my doing, the bitch. She had all the fun, didn't she?