16-03-2023, 05:58 PM
"Waiter! Bill!" the matron across the balcony barked, throwing us another dirty look. I pushed my hand further up my wife's thigh in defiance.
The waiter fetched their bill after bringing Urvashi's drink and my coffee. The couple left soon, with the old man casting a long wistful look at my wife's legs one last time.
I checked the watch. It was almost midnight. Urvashi was sipping her drink, humming random songs as was her habit after getting drunk. We kept making out, getting bolder now that we were the only couple on the open balcony under the clear sky lit by a full moon. The waiters had been very professional and kept their distance.
"Rishiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she closed her eyes and moaned as I slipped a finger inside her panties and stroked her clit.
"Like it?"
"Hmmmm." she nodded, leaned over and put her head on my shoulder allowing me to finger her under the table. I looked around to make sure the waiters were still keeping their distance. Then I did something I hadn't done in almost half a decade.
I moved my other hand under her skirt and inserted my fingers in the waistband of her panties. And I gently tugged. Immediately, I felt a little resistance as Urvashi's body stiffened.
Damn, I said to myself, just when I thought the old Urvashi was back.
Towards the end of our courtship and then in the first year of our marriage, Urvashi had gotten progressively wild and adventurous in our teasing games. I still had some boundaries I wanted to push and if we had continued down the path, we would've crossed them for sure.
But then Abir happened. I love the little tyke of course, but a baby son changed our lives in ways we had never imagined. or rather, he changed Urvashi a lot. It was expected, of course. In the first year or two, babies are almost completely dependent on their mothers. Urvashi got hit by post-partum pretty bad. Plus our financial situation with home mortgage and car loans meant she had to go back to work. She compensated for the guilt of leaving our kid in daycare by spending almost every waking moment with him. Our sex life took a hit.
And Urvashi, previously so self-confident, developed body image issues. Although she wasn't fat by an means and she lost most of the baby weight, she wasn't the svelte size 2 she used to be. She got rid of the little pot belly soon, but the padding on her ass, waist, and boobs remained. Personally, I loved it. But she had a tough time fully coming to terms with the fact that she'd probably never go back to the even 100 pounds that she had been for years.
On the relationship front too, our fights, once extremely rare, became...not frequent...but much less rare. It's something most new parents have to deal with.
This long weekend in the foothills of the Himalayas a few hours from Delhi was something we both had decided would be a "reboot". Abir was old enough for us to leave with her sister for a few days. Urvashi had hit the big three-O just a few days before in the company of friends and family so the occasion was appropriate for a couple's retreat. And since it wasn't yet the peak tourist season, we'd find the mountainous resort town in a state of relative calm.
From the moment we left Delhi, it had seemed like the reboot was working. We were back to being as cuddly as we used to be. With no kid to worry about for the entire 72 hours, we could drink and have sex whenever we wanted. The mountainous air and the gorgeous vistas added to the romantic element. And most importantly, Urvashi was again acting the way she used to when she was my girlfriend, and not like a mom.
So where was I? Yes, tugging at my wife's panties. And her body stiffened.
But then it relaxed. And I felt her ass lift itself slightly off the chair. I chuckled and slipped her panties off, putting them in my pocket. And I got back to focusing on her clit. And inserted a couple of fingers into her pussy which was delightfully wet.
"Fuck!" Urvashi said after a minute or so, her head still on my shoulder. "I am about to..."
"About to what?" I asked, kissing her forehead.
"Go Magarararayan." she slurred.
"You mean go Meg Ryan?"
She nodded, breathing heavily.
Urvashi hadn't used that phrase, "going Meg Ryan" in years. It's what she referred to as her intense loud orgasms.
"Go for it!" I said, doubling down with my fingers.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Urvashi bit her lip and started.
It wasn't quite vintage Urvashi in terms of loudness. But the waiters noticed. I saw a couple of them turn their heads from inside the glass doors 60 feet away and whisper among themselves.
"I need fucking." Urvashi said breathing heavily and stroking the bulge in my pants that had developed as a result of watching my newly 30 year old MILF wife cum in a public place under the moonlight.
"Me too!" I replied and made a check sign in the air looking at the waiter.
The waiter fetched their bill after bringing Urvashi's drink and my coffee. The couple left soon, with the old man casting a long wistful look at my wife's legs one last time.
I checked the watch. It was almost midnight. Urvashi was sipping her drink, humming random songs as was her habit after getting drunk. We kept making out, getting bolder now that we were the only couple on the open balcony under the clear sky lit by a full moon. The waiters had been very professional and kept their distance.
"Rishiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she closed her eyes and moaned as I slipped a finger inside her panties and stroked her clit.
"Like it?"
"Hmmmm." she nodded, leaned over and put her head on my shoulder allowing me to finger her under the table. I looked around to make sure the waiters were still keeping their distance. Then I did something I hadn't done in almost half a decade.
I moved my other hand under her skirt and inserted my fingers in the waistband of her panties. And I gently tugged. Immediately, I felt a little resistance as Urvashi's body stiffened.
Damn, I said to myself, just when I thought the old Urvashi was back.
Towards the end of our courtship and then in the first year of our marriage, Urvashi had gotten progressively wild and adventurous in our teasing games. I still had some boundaries I wanted to push and if we had continued down the path, we would've crossed them for sure.
But then Abir happened. I love the little tyke of course, but a baby son changed our lives in ways we had never imagined. or rather, he changed Urvashi a lot. It was expected, of course. In the first year or two, babies are almost completely dependent on their mothers. Urvashi got hit by post-partum pretty bad. Plus our financial situation with home mortgage and car loans meant she had to go back to work. She compensated for the guilt of leaving our kid in daycare by spending almost every waking moment with him. Our sex life took a hit.
And Urvashi, previously so self-confident, developed body image issues. Although she wasn't fat by an means and she lost most of the baby weight, she wasn't the svelte size 2 she used to be. She got rid of the little pot belly soon, but the padding on her ass, waist, and boobs remained. Personally, I loved it. But she had a tough time fully coming to terms with the fact that she'd probably never go back to the even 100 pounds that she had been for years.
On the relationship front too, our fights, once extremely rare, became...not frequent...but much less rare. It's something most new parents have to deal with.
This long weekend in the foothills of the Himalayas a few hours from Delhi was something we both had decided would be a "reboot". Abir was old enough for us to leave with her sister for a few days. Urvashi had hit the big three-O just a few days before in the company of friends and family so the occasion was appropriate for a couple's retreat. And since it wasn't yet the peak tourist season, we'd find the mountainous resort town in a state of relative calm.
From the moment we left Delhi, it had seemed like the reboot was working. We were back to being as cuddly as we used to be. With no kid to worry about for the entire 72 hours, we could drink and have sex whenever we wanted. The mountainous air and the gorgeous vistas added to the romantic element. And most importantly, Urvashi was again acting the way she used to when she was my girlfriend, and not like a mom.
So where was I? Yes, tugging at my wife's panties. And her body stiffened.
But then it relaxed. And I felt her ass lift itself slightly off the chair. I chuckled and slipped her panties off, putting them in my pocket. And I got back to focusing on her clit. And inserted a couple of fingers into her pussy which was delightfully wet.
"Fuck!" Urvashi said after a minute or so, her head still on my shoulder. "I am about to..."
"About to what?" I asked, kissing her forehead.
"Go Magarararayan." she slurred.
"You mean go Meg Ryan?"
She nodded, breathing heavily.
Urvashi hadn't used that phrase, "going Meg Ryan" in years. It's what she referred to as her intense loud orgasms.
"Go for it!" I said, doubling down with my fingers.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Urvashi bit her lip and started.
It wasn't quite vintage Urvashi in terms of loudness. But the waiters noticed. I saw a couple of them turn their heads from inside the glass doors 60 feet away and whisper among themselves.
"I need fucking." Urvashi said breathing heavily and stroking the bulge in my pants that had developed as a result of watching my newly 30 year old MILF wife cum in a public place under the moonlight.
"Me too!" I replied and made a check sign in the air looking at the waiter.
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