17-03-2023, 02:10 PM
I turned around and jogged down the path leading to the road where I had parked my car. It took me eight minutes and I was about to unlock my car when the phone rang again. It was Sharad again.
"Hey Rishi, I found the email. I had accidentally archived it. Sorry to bother you."
If he weren't the CEO, I would have let loose a long stream of profanity right at that moment.
"Oh cool. Do you need anything else?" I asked instead, relieved that at least I could.
"Nope. Good night. Say hi to Urvashi for me. And sorry again."
"Good luck."
I hang up the phone delighted. Now I could go back instantly to my horny wife and mount her under the stars and the full moon.
I started sprinting up the trail path when I remember the shorter steeper way from my childhood. While my parents lumbered up the trail, my brother and I would climb up the steep edge, holding on to rocks and vines. I hadn't taken it while going up because Urvashi was too drunk. But now, every moment counted.
The other steep route took me to the side of the lookout point instead of the back, the way I had left. Pulling myself up rapidly but cautiously, I climbed up the final stretch, which was behind some leafy trees. I was at Urvashi's 4 o'clock, about 40 feet away, behind a thick cover of leaves and shrubs.
"Chale hi jaana hai nazar chura ke yun...toh thaami thi..." I heard Urvashi's drunken voice singing a Bollywood melody about separation.
I was about to step out of the woods and sing the next line when I froze. She wasn't alone. There was a man standing quietly about 20 feet behind her. I peered carefully to see who it was. And under the moonlight, I could make out a cop's uniform. He was staring curiously at my obviously drunk wife, who was still exactly the way I had left her, leaning over the railing, looking down into the valley. She was clearly oblivious to his presence.
Looked like a constable, not an officer, probably on his nightly rounds. Looked about 50ish, maybe about 5 ft 6, with a big paunch, balding head, holding a wooden baton in his hand.
This put paid to an hopes of having sex out there, I thought. In fact, Urvashi was drunk. And although I had chugged coffee, I am sure that it could be smelled on my breath too. I hoped we wouldn't get a ticket or a fine, or even thrown in jail. Cops in these parts were notoriously strict about drunk driving.
I was about to step out but something stopped me dead in my tracks. A big gust of wind came and made the back of Urvashi's pleated skirt billow up. Her naked ass was visible to me and the old man for about 5 seconds before the skirt fell back in its place. As Urvashi didn't try to push the skirt down instantly, this confirmed that she didn't know the old cop was there.
The old man's mouth fell wide open as he stared at the gorgeous sight of a beautiful young woman's naked buttocks. And I just found myself rooted to my spot, unsure of what to do next. Then I saw him slowly start taking steps towards Urvashi. What was he doing?
He took a few steps softly, not making any noise. Urvashi was still leaning over the railing singing. He reached right behind her. He then looked around, scanning 360 degrees a couple of times. I was still standing quietly behind the trees and shrubs so he didn't see me.
He then moved his hand and slipped it under Urvashi's skirt, feeling her naked ass. I froze. My first instinct was to go, yell at him and kick his ass, cop or no cop. I could take him. He was like a dwarf compared to me. But my feet had turned to lead. And then I heard Urvashi say,
"Mmmmmmmmm...you're back."
She thought it was me. The cop didn't say anything. He moved his hand lower and poked her cunt with his fingers. Urvashi wiggled her hips.
"Yes, still wet and waiting, lover."
The man looked around again. That's when there was another gust of wind. This time the back of the skirt blew up and stayed on her back, exposing her ass. Trembling, the man put both his palms on her ass. Urvashiw as clearly too drunk to realize that the palms on her naked ass were much smaller than mine.
"What happened to fucking me without as much as a hello?"
This question indicated that she still thought it was me. And it could have been me. But I was just mesmerized by this turn of events. My only pedantic thought in response to her question was, I had said 'how do you do' not 'hell'. This creepy old man was brazenly feeling up my young hot wife. And now she had essentially just invited him to fuck her without realizing who it was.
Would he dare?
Turned out he would. He immediately fished his hard dick out of his pants. I saw that it was about an inch or so shorter than mine but considerably thicker.
He wrapped his fingers around it, bent slightly in the knees and placed it at Urvashi's cunt lips.
"Hmmmmmmm...finally!" Urvashi said, still bent over, staring into the abyss.
"Hey Rishi, I found the email. I had accidentally archived it. Sorry to bother you."
If he weren't the CEO, I would have let loose a long stream of profanity right at that moment.
"Oh cool. Do you need anything else?" I asked instead, relieved that at least I could.
"Nope. Good night. Say hi to Urvashi for me. And sorry again."
"Good luck."
I hang up the phone delighted. Now I could go back instantly to my horny wife and mount her under the stars and the full moon.
I started sprinting up the trail path when I remember the shorter steeper way from my childhood. While my parents lumbered up the trail, my brother and I would climb up the steep edge, holding on to rocks and vines. I hadn't taken it while going up because Urvashi was too drunk. But now, every moment counted.
The other steep route took me to the side of the lookout point instead of the back, the way I had left. Pulling myself up rapidly but cautiously, I climbed up the final stretch, which was behind some leafy trees. I was at Urvashi's 4 o'clock, about 40 feet away, behind a thick cover of leaves and shrubs.
"Chale hi jaana hai nazar chura ke yun...toh thaami thi..." I heard Urvashi's drunken voice singing a Bollywood melody about separation.
I was about to step out of the woods and sing the next line when I froze. She wasn't alone. There was a man standing quietly about 20 feet behind her. I peered carefully to see who it was. And under the moonlight, I could make out a cop's uniform. He was staring curiously at my obviously drunk wife, who was still exactly the way I had left her, leaning over the railing, looking down into the valley. She was clearly oblivious to his presence.
Looked like a constable, not an officer, probably on his nightly rounds. Looked about 50ish, maybe about 5 ft 6, with a big paunch, balding head, holding a wooden baton in his hand.
This put paid to an hopes of having sex out there, I thought. In fact, Urvashi was drunk. And although I had chugged coffee, I am sure that it could be smelled on my breath too. I hoped we wouldn't get a ticket or a fine, or even thrown in jail. Cops in these parts were notoriously strict about drunk driving.
I was about to step out but something stopped me dead in my tracks. A big gust of wind came and made the back of Urvashi's pleated skirt billow up. Her naked ass was visible to me and the old man for about 5 seconds before the skirt fell back in its place. As Urvashi didn't try to push the skirt down instantly, this confirmed that she didn't know the old cop was there.
The old man's mouth fell wide open as he stared at the gorgeous sight of a beautiful young woman's naked buttocks. And I just found myself rooted to my spot, unsure of what to do next. Then I saw him slowly start taking steps towards Urvashi. What was he doing?
He took a few steps softly, not making any noise. Urvashi was still leaning over the railing singing. He reached right behind her. He then looked around, scanning 360 degrees a couple of times. I was still standing quietly behind the trees and shrubs so he didn't see me.
He then moved his hand and slipped it under Urvashi's skirt, feeling her naked ass. I froze. My first instinct was to go, yell at him and kick his ass, cop or no cop. I could take him. He was like a dwarf compared to me. But my feet had turned to lead. And then I heard Urvashi say,
"Mmmmmmmmm...you're back."
She thought it was me. The cop didn't say anything. He moved his hand lower and poked her cunt with his fingers. Urvashi wiggled her hips.
"Yes, still wet and waiting, lover."
The man looked around again. That's when there was another gust of wind. This time the back of the skirt blew up and stayed on her back, exposing her ass. Trembling, the man put both his palms on her ass. Urvashiw as clearly too drunk to realize that the palms on her naked ass were much smaller than mine.
"What happened to fucking me without as much as a hello?"
This question indicated that she still thought it was me. And it could have been me. But I was just mesmerized by this turn of events. My only pedantic thought in response to her question was, I had said 'how do you do' not 'hell'. This creepy old man was brazenly feeling up my young hot wife. And now she had essentially just invited him to fuck her without realizing who it was.
Would he dare?
Turned out he would. He immediately fished his hard dick out of his pants. I saw that it was about an inch or so shorter than mine but considerably thicker.
He wrapped his fingers around it, bent slightly in the knees and placed it at Urvashi's cunt lips.
"Hmmmmmmm...finally!" Urvashi said, still bent over, staring into the abyss.
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