16-03-2023, 04:35 PM
aurelius1982
REBOOTING A MARRIAGE
Note: This story is an Indianized adaptation of the literotica story 'Kate's Old Man' by Steve English. I have changed the basic details, and the end is significantly different. Full credit to Steve for writing a lovely story that inspired this humble attempt.
*****
"Another drink, Urvi darling?" I asked, stroking my wife's half exposed thigh under her pleated skirt, throwing a furtive glance at the middle-aged couple seated about fifty feet away from us across the balcony seating area of the restaurant we were at overlooking a deep valley.
"Noooooo, Rishi." Urvashi shook her head with her eyes half-closed, rubbing my hand with hers and helping me stroke her thigh. "Too much."
The husband was trying his best to pretend he was not staring at my newly-turned-30 wife's legs and cleavage whenever he got a chance. He looked like the typical new money businessman from Delhi, and whatever little I had overheard of his conversation with his plump sari-clad wife confirmed that he sounded like that too.
For over an hour, I had been plying my wife with alcohol while keeping mine moderate. In the three hours that we had worked our way through a leisurely five course meal, I was still nursing my third whiskey-soda while Urvashi had just downed her seventh vodka-tonic. My 6 ft 2, 200 lbs frame seasoned by years of occasional binge drinking was barely even buzzed. But my 5 ft 3 medium built wife with her legendary lightweight tolerance was very sloshed.
For two reasons. First, that it was my turn to drive the entire weekend, since this was HER 30th birthday weekend. And second, that more than a few drinks inhibit my ability to bang my wife as often and for as long as I would like. And that night was rapidly building up towards a majorly legendary romp session. Perhaps our finest since the initial days of dating.
"Come on! One more! You just turned 30, and there is no Abir to take care of. And I am driving." I said, kissing Urvi deep on the lips and moved my hands further up her skirt, stroking the moist crotch of her panties. She shuddered while kissing me back sloppily.
The businessman stared even more as we made out. His lump of a wife threw another nasty glance in our direction. But I didn't care.
"Uncleji likes your legs." I whispered, breaking the kiss.
"I know. I've been toning...notoning...no..." Urvashi held one finger up to gather her thoughts. "...noticing. Just like old times... sake's."
She finally got the word out although she mixed a couple of idioms.
"Yup, just like old times." I said. "So just like old times, another drink?"
"Okay!" Urvashi nodded her head speaking in a falsetto voice. "But then we go...fuckkkkkkkkkkkk"
She had whispered the last word in my ears in a throaty voice and fondled my half-erect dick from over my pants. yes, she was almost ready for the kill.
I beckoned the waiter over and ordered another drink for her and coffee for me. And we sat exchanging sweet nothings, caressing each other, kissing, and continuing our prolonged foreplay on the open-air balcony of the fancy restaurant. As the uncleji got his voyeuristic rocks off and his matronly wife kept getting more and more upset.
This wasn't the first time Urvashi and I had done something like this. It had just been many many years.
We had started dating 8 years ago when Urvashi was a fresh-faced attractive young recruit straight out of engineering college, and I had been working in the company that recruited her for 2 years. I had been assigned as her mentor.
I had been attracted to Urvashi's buxom beauty and infectious confidence from the first day we met. From the way she looked at me and flirted with me, I knew I had a shot. Once I ascertained that she was single (and newly single just like I was then), I went for the kill.
The mentorship turned into dating within 2 weeks, a serious relationship in six more months, engagement in another year, and marriage in 18 more months.
Three years of courtship had been an absolute blast. We rarely fought. Our tastes were the same, be it in food, entertainment, literature, or the kind of friends we hung out with. And what I loved the most was that unlike the typical demure and sexual tentative young woman from India, Urvashi was a tigress in bed.
One of the things we realized early was that we both loved teasing others. Urvashi was a bit of an exhibitionist who loved wearing low cut tops and short dresses and skirts whenever the setting was safe enough. She liked being admired by a bunch of men, without letting it go any further.
So we'd often do stuff like this in clubs and pubs and big posh parties in Delhi. Making out, flashing some skin (nothing X-rated), fondling each other, etc.
I too loved the ego boost I got from watching other men check my girl out without ever feeling the need or even the desire to share her with anyone. My large imposing physique meant that no one usually tried any hanky-panky either. A couple of times some drunk guys felt the urge to go beyond just enjoying the show, they ended up with black eyes and/or broken jaws.
REBOOTING A MARRIAGE
Note: This story is an Indianized adaptation of the literotica story 'Kate's Old Man' by Steve English. I have changed the basic details, and the end is significantly different. Full credit to Steve for writing a lovely story that inspired this humble attempt.
*****
"Another drink, Urvi darling?" I asked, stroking my wife's half exposed thigh under her pleated skirt, throwing a furtive glance at the middle-aged couple seated about fifty feet away from us across the balcony seating area of the restaurant we were at overlooking a deep valley.
"Noooooo, Rishi." Urvashi shook her head with her eyes half-closed, rubbing my hand with hers and helping me stroke her thigh. "Too much."
The husband was trying his best to pretend he was not staring at my newly-turned-30 wife's legs and cleavage whenever he got a chance. He looked like the typical new money businessman from Delhi, and whatever little I had overheard of his conversation with his plump sari-clad wife confirmed that he sounded like that too.
For over an hour, I had been plying my wife with alcohol while keeping mine moderate. In the three hours that we had worked our way through a leisurely five course meal, I was still nursing my third whiskey-soda while Urvashi had just downed her seventh vodka-tonic. My 6 ft 2, 200 lbs frame seasoned by years of occasional binge drinking was barely even buzzed. But my 5 ft 3 medium built wife with her legendary lightweight tolerance was very sloshed.
For two reasons. First, that it was my turn to drive the entire weekend, since this was HER 30th birthday weekend. And second, that more than a few drinks inhibit my ability to bang my wife as often and for as long as I would like. And that night was rapidly building up towards a majorly legendary romp session. Perhaps our finest since the initial days of dating.
"Come on! One more! You just turned 30, and there is no Abir to take care of. And I am driving." I said, kissing Urvi deep on the lips and moved my hands further up her skirt, stroking the moist crotch of her panties. She shuddered while kissing me back sloppily.
The businessman stared even more as we made out. His lump of a wife threw another nasty glance in our direction. But I didn't care.
"Uncleji likes your legs." I whispered, breaking the kiss.
"I know. I've been toning...notoning...no..." Urvashi held one finger up to gather her thoughts. "...noticing. Just like old times... sake's."
She finally got the word out although she mixed a couple of idioms.
"Yup, just like old times." I said. "So just like old times, another drink?"
"Okay!" Urvashi nodded her head speaking in a falsetto voice. "But then we go...fuckkkkkkkkkkkk"
She had whispered the last word in my ears in a throaty voice and fondled my half-erect dick from over my pants. yes, she was almost ready for the kill.
I beckoned the waiter over and ordered another drink for her and coffee for me. And we sat exchanging sweet nothings, caressing each other, kissing, and continuing our prolonged foreplay on the open-air balcony of the fancy restaurant. As the uncleji got his voyeuristic rocks off and his matronly wife kept getting more and more upset.
This wasn't the first time Urvashi and I had done something like this. It had just been many many years.
We had started dating 8 years ago when Urvashi was a fresh-faced attractive young recruit straight out of engineering college, and I had been working in the company that recruited her for 2 years. I had been assigned as her mentor.
I had been attracted to Urvashi's buxom beauty and infectious confidence from the first day we met. From the way she looked at me and flirted with me, I knew I had a shot. Once I ascertained that she was single (and newly single just like I was then), I went for the kill.
The mentorship turned into dating within 2 weeks, a serious relationship in six more months, engagement in another year, and marriage in 18 more months.
Three years of courtship had been an absolute blast. We rarely fought. Our tastes were the same, be it in food, entertainment, literature, or the kind of friends we hung out with. And what I loved the most was that unlike the typical demure and sexual tentative young woman from India, Urvashi was a tigress in bed.
One of the things we realized early was that we both loved teasing others. Urvashi was a bit of an exhibitionist who loved wearing low cut tops and short dresses and skirts whenever the setting was safe enough. She liked being admired by a bunch of men, without letting it go any further.
So we'd often do stuff like this in clubs and pubs and big posh parties in Delhi. Making out, flashing some skin (nothing X-rated), fondling each other, etc.
I too loved the ego boost I got from watching other men check my girl out without ever feeling the need or even the desire to share her with anyone. My large imposing physique meant that no one usually tried any hanky-panky either. A couple of times some drunk guys felt the urge to go beyond just enjoying the show, they ended up with black eyes and/or broken jaws.
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