Adultery Rebooting a Marriage by aurelius1982-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

There was a tornado wreaking havoc in my brain. What was I doing? Why was I just standing there? I had never fantasized about seeing my wife with someone else. Teasing, yes. Sharing, hell no. So why was I not stepping out to stop this? And why the fuck was my dick harder than ever before?

He didn't need another invitation. The old man plunged his entire dick into my wife's wet vagina in one stroke.

"WOW!!" Urvashi moaned as her body jerked forward. "You seem so...so harddddd! And thick!!"

I saw the old man smile without making any noise. He then started to fuck her really hard.

"Mmmmmmhhhmmmm...yeah baby!" Urvashi loudly moaned. Her tits were half spilling out of her top. Her hair was forming a veil around her face which was still staring downwards. "Fuck me like that. Hard!! So hard today!! NNNNGGGGGGG!!"

And I still found myself unable to move. I just felt a throbbing in my head and a throbbing in my loins.

"Ahhhhhh!" the old man finally groaned himself as his skin started slapping against my young wife's ass.

And Urvashi froze. This was the first time she realized that it wasn't me. The old man also realized that he had given himself away and froze. Urvashi turned her head and her eyes widened as she saw who her new lover was.

"Who...who are you?" she asked in a terrified whisper.

"security officer constable Lallan." he said, and then started ramming her cunt hard again, driven by animal instincts.

"Saali dhandewaali! (Fucking prostitute)" he added derisively in Hindi. He thought my beautiful career oriented wife was a lady of the night! Considering the way he had found her, not surprising. "Grahak bhaag gaya kya? (Did your customer run away?)"

I waited for the other shoe to drop. I waited for Urvashi to scream, screech, cry, protest so that I could then step in and stop this.

Imagine my shock then when she just turned her head away, grabbed the railing even harder, and continued to get fucked without any protest.

Lallan was delighted that she hadn't raised an alarm. Now that he had her tacit sanction, Lallan decided to examine her breasts. He rolled down Urvashi's tank top. Her boobs spilled out.

"Softly!" she complained when he reached around, grabbed her tits and squeezed them really hard.

"Shut up, whore!" he growled in Hindi.

I expected Urvashi to take offense. But the slur seemed to turn her on even more. I noticed that she was now humping her ass back to meet the old man's thrusts. The back of her skirt, resting against his paunch, was folding and unfolding with the motion. My wife was cheating on me right in front of my eyes. Without even thinking about the fact that I might be back any minute. And I was letting it all happen.

The old man started ramming her pussy harder, grabbing on to her tits, looking around to make sure no one was coming. But...

"AHH!! AHHHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Instead it was Urvashi who was actually cumming. And loudly. Going Meg Ryan. I had tantalized her all night and now this random old cop was getting to enjoy its fruits.

Urvashi's tits swung back and forth over the railings as she moaned her way through a powerful orgasm. The hardest I had seen her have in ages. I assumed part of the stimulus was this taboo situation that she had inadvertently landed herself into.

The night air was full of obscene sounds of their skins slapping against each other. And their grunts and moans. I noticed the old man land one final thrust, and then his buttocks clenched and stayed in place. Looking at the insanely erotic sight of Urvashi shuddering through an orgasm had set him off too. He was shooting his seed inside my wife!! Bareback!!

And I was just standing there with the biggest erection of my life watching this all unfold.

Once the old man got done cumming at the same time as Urvashi, he leaned forward and stayed like that, his chest resting on her back. The two of them breathed heavily for a minute.

"My...my husband..." Urvashi slurred, still sounding drunk. I wondered if she had seen me.

"Husband??????" the cop said, shocked.

"He'll be back soon." she said.

Right away, I slipped down the path. I decided to give her a little time to compose herself and the cop some time to escape. No point making a scene over something I had tacitly allowed to happen, even enabled. And had the power to stop at any time. I would talk to Urvashi about it later when she was sober.

I climbed down all the way and then started walking up the main pathway. I made sure to step on a lot of leaves and twigs, and also started whistling to give an indication of my impending arrival.

When I reached the lookout point, I was surprised to see that the old man was still there. He was sitting on the bench. And Urvashi was sitting a few feet away from him fidgeting with her hands. They seemed to be talking in hushed tones.

"Hey!" I said, walking into view as if nothing had happened.

"Hi sweetie." Urvashi said in almost a rehearsed. "This is Mr. Lallan. security officer constable."

"Hello, constable." I said,

"Hello sir." he said politely. "I was on my night duty patrol."

Obviously, by now, the air had been cleared. Urvashi must have explained to him that she wasn't some lady of the night, but a married woman here just holidaying with her husband. As to what they discussed about the sex they had ended up having, I had no idea.

I looked at both of them with a polite smile, nodding like an idiot. Then I went and sat on the bench next to Urvashi. I could still smell him on her. I looked at him. He was lookng far into the distance. Having just fucked a man's wife, he was sitting in his company a few minutes later.

I noticed that he seemed more smug than guilty. Maybe it was a power trip for him to stick around and the meet the saab after fucking the memsaab. security officer constables in india are usually poor, not very educated, and don't move in the same social circles as white collar folks like us. before tonight, I can't imagine there ever having been a scenario in which he would have gotten to even touch someone like Urvashi, leave alone fuck her like a dog.

"He...he heard me singing. And then came." Urvashi said, putting her head on her palms. She still sounded drunk. I wondered if it was a Freudian slip or deliberate.

"I was just making sure she was okay." he said. "Lots of jackals in these parts."

"Thank you."

"Sir, are you...have you consumed alcohol?" he asked, now sounding stern.

"No." I flatly lied.

"Sorry, I have to ask. Because memsaab here is clearly." he made a sign of tipping his thumb into his mouth. And then chuckled. Urvashi didn't say anything. Just loked at the ground.

He then just sat there quietly. Made no move to get up and leave. or to ask us to leave.

I could sense the tension between them. He had just taken advantage of her. And she had let herself get taken advantage of. Was it just a one time drunken mistake? Or was this an accidental glimpse into my wife's character?

In our job, we traveled a lot alone. And she was beautiful. I wonder who else had showered attention on her and if she had given in. Was Abir even my son? Wait, what was I thinking?

"Did you get Sharad what he wanted?" Urvashi asked after a minute's silenc.

"Yeah...well actually..."

I had a brainwave. I decided to conduct an experiment to test my wife's character. or at least that's what I told myself.

"I just came back to tell you that I need to call him again. So I will be away for about half an hour. You can come with me and wait in the car."