Exciting And Adventurous Experiences Of Indian Couples - 2 free porn video

What a thrill and suspense it was! Remembering those events even today, I feel goose pimples on my arms. Even today, we are unable to comprehend the mind boggling experiences in a short span of time. It was the experience of adventure, suspense, life threatening situation, titillation, excitement, sensuality and most of all subtle and expressive love; all mixed together to make a thrilling package. Those interested in only hard porn, may please move elsewhere. The first part dealt with the preliminaries. 

I am Sunil. My wife is Sunita. I was a political journalist covering sensitive national security matters. Colonel Jaswant Singh was an Army officer from “Anti Insurgency Force”. He was an expert in anti guerrilla warfare. His wife Jyoti was a house wife. Over a period of time, our two families’ relationship grew quite close in which the Colonel and I became quite with free with the other’s wife and vice versa. However, there was no sexual intent or overture, except glancing at the other’s wife’s boobs or hugging the other’s wife casually. Our relationship with Colonel Jaswant Singh and his, comely wife, Jyoti went up a few notches, when all four of us watched an uncensored English movie at a film festival.

The movie was screened under the aegis of the International Film Festival. I sat next to the Colonel’s wife Jyoti and the Colonel sat by the side of my wife, Sunita. Due to highly erotic scenes in the movie, we could not control our impulses and I touched and fondled the Colonel’s wife, Jyoti, and she felt my cock. The Colonel similarly fondled my wife, Sunita's boobs, and felt her pussy over her dress, whilst she felt his cock. Perhaps what happened was not fully accidental nor was it pre-planned. The movie was highly sensual and both the couples could not control their animal instincts.

We were vaguely aware of the other couple’s activities; however, we preferred to focus on the movie and our own activities, overlooking the other. That was the first time that we realized our inherent desire for extra marital sex with the other’s spouse. A week later, the Colonel invited me for an evening at his club. We drank much more than we normally do. Somehow, we started talking about our wives. The theatre incident came up naturally. The Colonel offered his apologies. He said that he had got carried away by the scenes in the movies. I cut him short and in a spur of the moment said, “I know that you are hot for my wife. You know that I am hot for yours. So why beat around the bush?”

Initially the Colonel looked surprised. However, he relaxed a little after he saw that I was relaxed. He asked me, “Tell me, what does Sunita Bhabhi feel about me? Is she angry with me for what happened there?”

I said, “She loves you and respects you. I think internally, she may have a crush on you. However, she does not admit it. However, whenever I talk about you, she gets excited.” I knew that I was buzzed. I did not know what I was saying. The Colonel was agog with this surprising bit of information.

I was going overboard. I resumed, “Let me tell you in confidence. I suspect that she enjoyed your flirting in the theatre.” I said awkwardly. One corner of my mind was alarmed. It asked, “What nonsense are you saying?”

The Colonel was also pretty much buzzed up. He spoke incoherently and said in slurred voice, “Never mind. I understand. At least she is not angry with me and she thinks that flirting is okay. That is a good beginning. Let me tell you one thing in confidence also. My wife is hot for you. I have hinted her to go ahead. She is not a prude and you are a lucky bastard.” I smiled stupidly.

Desire to take this to the next logical step, landed us in a vortex of completely unexpected and tormenting situations, where even our lives were on the line. Read on.

In bedroom, my wife and I enjoyed the after effect of theatre incident for some time. However, our sex life began to taper off after that. My wife, Sunita’s tuitions from the Colonel were over. She appeared in her exams. Her results were expected after some time. She expected to get good result in math and she attributed her possible success to her tutor, the Colonel. The spark of excitement injected in our sex lives, by a little bit of flirting between my wife and the Colonel during her tuition classes was over; as soon as her tuitions from the Colonel came to an end.

There was also another issue that interrupted our further meetings. There was a small burglary in the Colonel’s house. The Colonel told me that nothing much was stolen. Surprisingly, his old and almost disused laptop was stolen with some of his diaries. The diaries were old and hardly used. What puzzled all of us was that there was good amount of cash in the chest of drawers and in the cupboard. There was some jewelry also. They were not touched. The Colonel lodged a complaint and some police activity took place. This lasted for some time.

There was also another issue on the Colonel's mind. He told me that he suspected that he was being followed. He was not sure. He said that he had seen some people shadowing him. Who were they? Was it the police? Was it some gang? Why would someone follow him? What could they possibly get from him? All these questions came in his mind. He had done nothing that could cause someone to make such an effort. I brushed it off the incidents as a quirk of his imagination. I had no idea if he was satisfied with my explanation.

Due to his pre-occupation, frequency of our meetings decreased somewhat. However. I did have occasional evenings with the Colonel. From his occasional utterances and by my own institution, I had no doubt that he loved my wife’s ass and he knew that I craved for his wife. Yet we pretended to feign ignorance. He hinted of his desire to have some joint outings, several times. I reciprocated his enthusiasm and agreed that if any opportunities came, we would be seriously interested.

After the Colonel’s revelation that he was being followed, I also became a bit conscious. Surprisingly, I also felt that I was being followed. One day I saw a typical man following me. When I walked, he walked after me. When I slowed, he slowed. When I stopped, he stopped. I decided to confront him and ask him why he was following me. However, just when I thought I would confront him, he disappeared.

When I reached the main market, he disappeared. Perhaps he wanted to go to the main market and followed me thinking that I was also going there. When I thought about it more, I felt that perhaps it was my imagination. I did not tell anyone so as to avoid unnecessary discussion.

One evening the Colonel rang me up with great enthusiasm in his voice. He said that Society of Army Welfare was organising a camp in Himalayas. The objective was to educate normal citizens on the threat of terrorist’s activities. There would also be Yoga classes and trekking, rock climbing, martial art classes etc. The Colonel said that it was an excellent opportunity to go for a holiday. The price for accommodation and food was also not high, he said.

Non-army persons recommended by army persons were welcome. The Colonel asked me if Sunita and I would like to join. I looked at it as a wonderful opportunity to fulfill my fantasy of seeing wife making out with the Colonel and simultaneously getting intimate with his wife. I asked Sunita if she would be interested. She said that she did not know much about such camps; however, if the Colonel and his wife were going, it would be fun to go together.

It was not a simple holiday tour. It involved trekking and some martial training etc. Therefore we had to leave our son with her parents. The Colonel’s son was scheduled to go to his parents anyway for two weeks. His wife, Jyoti, loved the idea of a holiday away from home. All husbands know that wives are always eager to get out of their houses and away from all the mundane daily chores that they have to do every day.

On the scheduled day of departure, my wife, Sunita, looked ravishing in short capri and a deep neck top, which stopped at her midriff. I had packed her bag of swim suits, transparent bras, jeans, slacks, skirts, stretchable pants and different types of tops including some chemises; which I had bought for her over a period of time. She was conservative (so I always felt) and was reluctant to wear them. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, at least on such a trip. I told her that all other women would wear such dresses without a second thought. She agreed after a bit of persuasion.

As she was coming down to board the taxi, she asked me, “How do I look?”

I took her in my arms and said, “Good enough to eat. I am very hungry.”

She pushed me away and said, “Plenty of time for that when we reach. For now, get out of my way. We have to leave now. Singhs are waiting for us.”

I said, “Promise me that you will let me eat you, as soon as we have reached.”

She said, “I promise you.”

The Colonel’s wife Jyoti came out dressed in sexy skirt and fluffy top. All of her 5-feet 5-inches looked lovely. Her long naked legs right up to her shapely thighs made one to get lost in imagining the rest. For her slim figure, her perky 34-C breasts invited stares.

The Colonel had asked ladies to pack extra essential items like snacks, a carpet, tinned food, which would be useful when we go for camping or trekking. The Colonel took some items such as torch, carpets, packed foods etc. He had a licensed revolver. He decided to carry it with him also. He said that he took these items when on travel, just as a precaution. I packed some song and dance CDs. The Colonel had told me that there would be some entertainment and dance programs.

The train started on time. In the enclosure allotted to us, there were six berths; three on each side. Four of us were bracketed with two more persons. One was a young army man of about 28 years of age. The second was a beautiful young woman. She must be about 22 years. Her marriage signs (a necklace called Mangal Sutra, a red dot on head and a red line at the parting of hair) betrayed her marital status. The young man and the young married woman did not know each other. They introduced themselves. The young woman was Neetu (Mrs. Kapoor) and the young man was Capt. Kumar.

The train must have barely left the station, when the train ticket examiner came. From his appearance, he looked more like a Hindi film villain than a ticket examiner. He was friendly, though. He sat with us and as he asked for our tickets, he asked us where exactly we planned to go. The Colonel did not respond and I was unsure of what to say, he repeated his question to Jyoti and Sunita. My wife Sunita enthusiastically described our plans and told him that after a long time, we were heading for a holiday in the hills. She did not know the exact address and asked Jyoti the address. Jyoti promptly spoke exactly where we were going and what we planned to do there. The ticket examiner wished us a happy journey and left.

The young woman Neetu’s husband was a retired Brigadier (Brig. Kapoor). He could not get reservation with his wife. He had therefore to be inanother coach. Capt. Kumar, the young man with us, travelled alone. We introduced ourselves. We were all going to the same camp. The Captain was smart and charming. Before long Capt. Kumar and the young woman and four of us became good friends. The young Capt. Kumar was particularly attentive to the young lady. He changed his seat and sat by the side of the pretty damsel. Both of them soon started talking animatedly.

Obviously, the Captain was paying special attention to the young woman Neetu. She appeared to enjoy it. Her body language hinted that she was amenable to Capt. Kumar’s manly charms. She giggled at frequent intervals and very soon began tilting her head on his shoulders in a display of bonhomie. Capt. Kumar cracked jokes and talked of his experiences, which the young lady lapped up with delight.

Soon enough, it was clear that she was giving him all the right signals and welcomed his advances. This was a bit awkward for us. She was married and her behaviour was a bit odd. However, we got the answer soon enough when an older man with grey hair came, said hello to us all and began talking with the young woman Neetu. He could have been her father, elder brother or a senior relative. However, we were speechless, when she introduced him as her husband.

He was a retired Brigadier. He must be above sixty. He had lost his wife and married Neetu about a year ago. The Brigadier was three coaches away. Some of his ex-colleagues were with him for company. He inquired if she was comfortable in our company. She told him that she was ok. I knew that she was more than comfortable in the company of the young Captain. After some perfunctory talk, the Brigadier left.

Almost ten minutes later we had another ticket examiner asking us for our tickets. The Colonel was surprised. He said that our tickets were already checked by another ticket examiner. Now it was the ticket examiner’s turn to be surprised. “Another ticket examiner?” He asked surprised. “There is no other ticket checker than me for these four coaches. I am sure it must be some impostor. I hope he did not take any money from you?” The ticket checker asked.

“No, he did not take any money and he returned our tickets after checking. He seemed to be a very nice fellow.” Replied my wife. Anyway, we had lost nothing. We forgot about it soon after the TTE left.

Capt. Kumar and Neetu were back to sitting together and their animated talks, which after some time turned into whispers. I looked at my wife and Jyoti subtly pointing at the young pair who was trying to make out with each other. Sunita shrugged her shoulders and hinted to me to let them be and focus on our group.

The Colonel went to upper berth for trying to snatch some sleep. Sunita dozed off frequently falling on my chest or shoulders. Jyoti sat opposite me looking blankly at nothing in particular, outside the windows. The young pair of Capt. Kumar and Neetu were busy in talking. I felt a bit sleepy and fell into Sunita’s lap for a while to steal a few winks.

I was jolted out of my nap by a nudge from my wife. I opened my eyes. The young pair was missing. I could hear Neetu’s giggles some distance away in the corridor. Sunita said, “Look at the shameless woman. She is making out with the young lad, when her husband is only some coaches away.”

The Colonel’s wife, Jyoti, heard our talk and said in low voice, “Let them be. After all, you can’t blame the young woman for flirting with that guy. I am sure, her husband also wouldn’t mind it; if he were half a man. She is trying to get, what her husband perhaps cannot give her.”

Sunita fell silent. She was deep in thought. I told her, “Jyoti is right. She is needy, she is not greedy. I hope you understand what I am saying.” She nodded her head. I said, “Why blame them? Even though we have a compatible sex partner, we feel attracted to other’s spouse or a handsome man or beautiful woman of opposite sex. In this young woman’s case, she is married to a man almost twice her age. Their thoughts, fashions, emotions and hormones do not match.” My wife nodded her head.

Jyoti smiled and said, “They are ‘love birds’ let us call them with that name.” We all laughed and agreed with Jyoti.

Both Jyoti and my wife fell asleep. I was eager to know what the young pair was doing. I could not control my curiosity. I casually sauntered out of my seat as if going for loosening up my muscles. When I walked into the corridor, the pair was missing even from there. However, I could hear some sounds from the toilet. I pressed my ears to the toilet door; making sure that nobody was watching. I could hear the woman laughing and the young Captain pleading.

I could hear them smooching and the woman moaning out loud. I could also hear her saying “No... No… please.. Leave me now dear, maybe later.. Captain…” However, her no appeared more like “maybe.”

I remembered an age old saying that if a woman says “No”, it means may be and if she says “Maybe” it means yes. But if she says “Yes”, she is not Indian. I knocked on the door.

The door opened and the young lady tumbled out of the toilet, almost falling on me. She was red faced and blushing profusely. I caught her and prevented her from falling. She had her one hand trying to cover up her breasts. She quickly buttoned up her top. She had raised her saree probably to pull up her panty. She rearranged her saree. The young Capt. Kumar saw me. He moved away to make room for me to go into the toilet, thinking that I wanted to use the toilet. Neetu looked embarrassed and apologetic. I tapped her shoulders in a gesture to convey that it was ok.

I walked past Capt. Kumar almost brushing him and whispered in his ears, “There will be plenty of time and opportunities for all this. Please do not create any scene in the train.” He could not look straight in my eyes. To reduce their embarrassment, I went into the toilet, letting both of them organize themselves and return to their seats.

When I returned, Neetu and Capt. Kumar were sitting separately as if they did not know each other. Jyoti and Sunita were talking and the Colonel was getting down from upper berth. I sat by the side of the young woman Neetu. She greeted me with a nod of her head. I started talking with her and learned a lot about their married life.

The financial condition of Neetu’s father was not good. The Brigadier helped her family very much and when the Brigadier’s wife died after prolonged illness, Netu’s father fixed Neetu’s marriage with the Brigadier. Neetu also agreed because of financial prosperity of the Brigadier and his help in the past. To Brigadier’s credit, he gave full independence to Neetu. He never restrained Neetu from spending money or mixing with younger men. Rather he encouraged her. Perhaps he felt guilty for marrying girl less than half his age.

Neetu appeared to be quite happy with the marriage except, the sexual part. When she said, “I am happy with my husband almost in all respects.” The word “almost” gave her away.

The night in the train was uneventful. We all slept well. 

The train chugged to a halt at our destination station in the morning at about seven a.m. and all passengers began vacating the coaches. The Brigadier came to receive his wife. Capt. Kumar left unobtrusively.

The railway station was about 40 kilometres away from the camp site. The camp site was located in deep Himalayan forest on the bank of river Ganga. We had to reach the designated spot on our own by lunch time.

As soon as we came out, we saw a smiling camera man approaching the Colonel. He put flower garlands around our necks. He shook his hands with us and said, “Welcome.” He then asked us to pose for a picture. We were pleased that the camp management had deputed photographers and a welcoming team to take pictures and welcome us. As soon as our pictures were taken, I looked around to see if other visitors were also being welcomed in this way. However, to my surprise, the cameraman was nowhere to be seen. Other visitors were running helter skelter to find transport to reach the destination. I asked the Colonel about this. He expressed his surprise at only us being felicitated.

I inquired for the cost of taxi to the camp site. Taxi drivers were quoting exorbitant fares for the camp site, because they had to return empty. In that regard we proved to be lucky. A taxi driver came running when he saw us. He asked us if we wanted to go to the camp. When the Colonel said yes, he offered to take us at a small price, much less than half the price quoted by others. He said that he had to go near the camp site any way. He said that the camp was right on his way. Rather than going empty to his village, he would carry us and earn something. Otherwise, he said he was proposing to go empty. That was a wonderful surprise for us also.

We four jumped into the taxi to reach the camp site. The driver was talkative and asked us about our profession, schedule etc. the Colonel did not reply to his queries. The driver was happy to tell us about his family and about tourist sites nearby. The road to the camp site was hilly and narrow. It took us three hours to cover those 40 kilometres. We reached the site at around eleven am. We unloaded our baggage and reached the reception on the first floor. The Colonel was looking down to see the taxi leaving the gate of the camp. I also looked down and saw the driver, talking with the security guard for about fifteen minutes.

The Colonel suddenly ran down and reached the gate. He asked the security guard, if he knew the taxi driver. The guard said that he did not know the guy. The Colonel asked him what they were talking. The guard replied that the driver had said that “sir” (the Colonel) wanted the schedule. He asked the guard from where he could get it. The guard showed him the reception desk. He said he did not know where he went from there.

The Colonel came to me and said, “Our taxi driver asked for our schedule. I don’t understand why he should need it.” I had no answer.

“Maybe, he was curious to know what we fellows were doing in this God damned forest?” I suggested.

“Maybe.” The Colonel replied. He did not appear convinced. Then suddenly he said, “I am not sure. But I feel that I have seen this guy somewhere.” From his face I knew that he was still mulling these thoughts in his mind as we were checking in. It took us a good half an hour to check in and register ourselves with all kinds of id check at the desk.

The camp site was beautiful. It was covered all round by hills. There was a big river, flowing very close to the site. We could see some snow capped mountains far away. The river water current was strong and made sweet flowing sound. It was pretty comfortable temperature and the persons welcoming us informed us that nights would be cooler. The management had built small simple apartment like houses (which they called huts). There were different types of huts. The Colonel had booked a suite with two rooms for us. Each room had a washroom and a small pantry.

The suite had a drawing room or visitor’s room, with two sofas and carpet. There were two rooms combined to make a suite. Our suite was on the first floor. The Colonel paid extra to get this suite with interconnected rooms. We were happy to see reasonably comfortable accommodation. The outside view from windows was exquisite. We could watch thick forest close by and snow capped mountains far away. There was greenery everywhere.

There were two unusually large, handmade, flat top, wooden beds, covered with clean mattresses and linen in each room. There was a wardrobe, a pantry just adequate to make tea or coffee and for warming food. There was a small washroom attached with each room. The waste water from washroom was pumped away to a treatment plant set up by the management. There were solar heaters for heating bathing water connected to a separate tank. All in all, it was as comfortable as could be, in a camp site.

The first condition the Colonel put forward, as soon as we entered our rooms was that we would always leave the connecting door open. When were planning for the trip, all of us had agreed to book one room with four beds. However, the Colonel had booked this suite. He said that suite would have more space. He said that we could have the experience of staying in one room by leaving the connecting door open. From the expressions on her face, I guessed that my wife, Sunita, did not appear to be enthusiastic about the idea of leaving the door open. However, I immediately agreed with the Colonel without any hesitation.

Many couples were still checking in. There were a few singles. We saw Capt. Kumar as well as the Brigadier with his wife checking in separately. We said ‘hi’ to them. On the first day, there was no outdoor activity. There was an entertainment program in the evening followed by camp fire; where drinks, dance and dinner program was scheduled.

As soon as we entered our huts, the Colonel wanted to go for a swim in the river side swimming pool. I could see some visitors going to the pool. The management had constructed a swimming pool drawing water from the river for swimming for the camp visitors. All of us jumped at the idea and started getting ready to go to the pool.

Although Sunita was a good swimmer, she had not had an experience of swimming with a swim suit. In her village, she swam with the other girls in local ponds and rivers either fully dressed or in their blouses and petticoats. Jyoti did not know swimming. I was a mediocre swimmer.

The Colonel and I put on our swimming trunks. The ladies watched us with interest as we were changing. When the Colonel was in his briefs, I saw a big bulge under the briefs. Was he erect already? Or was he so large that even in the flaccid state his bulge was visible in his underwear? I was unsure. I was sure that my wife, Sunita, also saw the bulge several times. She however, pretended to show no interest and looked out of the window.

At first, Sunita was reluctant to wear swim suit. When the Colonel saw her hesitation, he thundered, “What is this? Are you living in medieval times? When you go for swimming, you have to wear swimming trunks. If you go to fight in the army, you have to wear army uniforms. If you want to go to nudist beach, you have to strip off fully. Else, one should stay at home.”

That was enough to make her run to put on her swim suit. I had already purchased and packed two swim suits for Sunita. One was a two piece bikini and the other was one piece suit. One piece suit concealed more. I suggested that she should wear two piece one. She felt that it was too revealing and decided to wear one piece swim suit. I shrugged my shoulders and moved away.

The Colonel and I left for the river, leaving the ladies to change into their swim suits.

Sunita had put on her single piece swim suit. Even in that, she looked sexy. Her plum breasts stood out prominently. Her body from her breasts down to her pubic area was covered by the fabric from the front. Her back was exposed. However, what was visible was a treat for the viewers. Her well muscled thighs flowed out of her joint of two legs. Her trim waist rising into guitar shaped full sized hips was a feast to the hungry male eyes.

I was sure that her two ass cheeks would be a tasty sight for the swimmers. I did not have to wait. The Colonel was the first one devouring her with his eyes. He complimented her and said that she looked marvellous. He tried not to stare at her, without much success. Sunita blushed at his visual adultery, like a teenage girl.

However in comparison Jyoti, almost all of whose body was visible, looked utterly voluptuous. She was like a model on a ramp. Slim and trim, yet well filled both at the top as well as at hips. Her hips were not large but well trimmed. She wore two piece swim suits. Her top had less of her breasts under it than outside. Her belly button and navel were enough to make men crazy. Her pussy was just barely covered. If she had not shaved her pussy carefully, any hair on her pussy would easily have been visible. She looked sex incarnate. Any normal male looking at her would have a hard on. I just kept looking at her. It was only when my wife Sunita coughed hard that I took my eyes off her and moved towards the river pool.

There were about twenty people in the pool. I saw Capt. Kumar as well as our young damsel Neetu swimming in the pool. The Brigadier sat on a chair watching over the people. He seemed bored and very soon walked away. Neetu looked gorgeous. She wore a single piece normal swimsuit. No sooner her husband walked away, Neetu swam towards the young Capt. Kumar. They talked for a while and began to swim together. They did nothing to invite attention. However, their eyeing each other betrayed their emotions.

As soon as we entered the pool, all eyes were on the two girls (our wives looked like girls in that attire) with us. I could clearly see that the men without being too obvious were ogling at our wives and looking at the Colonel and me with envy.

However, Jyoti hit the most eye balls almost mesmerizing men and creating a flutter amongst women. In her two piece bikini she looked all woman. The Colonel stood by her side with pride. After all, she was his proud possession. I looked at my wife Sunita and saw a trace of jealousy in her eyes at the Colonel’s over enthusiasm in chaperoning his wife.

The Colonel and my wife Sunita began swimming. They were good swimmers. They swam the length of the pool doing several laps at a time. After doing some laps they rested on the edge of the pool. Sunita sat on the cemented edge of the pool and the Colonel stood close to her near her legs. Initially Sunita was red faced and quiet. That bonhomie was missing between them. It was the effect of the Colonel having given extra attention to his wife. The Colonel must have realized the reason of her sulking.

He tried to placate her by arguing for some time. Then I saw the Colonel pulling Sunita’s leg into water in one swift motion, compelling her to jump into water with him. He laughed as he pulled her in water. Both disappeared under water for a while. When they surfaced, I saw her laughing and punching the Colonel in the back. The Colonel swam away from her laughing heartily. Sunita swam behind chasing him. I left them to their devices and returned to focus on Jyoti.

Jyoti looked sexy, stunning and voluptuous. Not just I but all the men around were completely captivated by her sexiness. Her tall, slim but well filled almost visible bust and shapely ass with an hour glass figure was stunning. She had set the pool on fire with her sexy look. Her tiny tummy, her shapely curves, tempting triangle, her ass cheeks were eyeful. Almost all men came closer to her pretending to stray off their track. They stole a glance or two of her, leaving their wives at some distance and swam away reluctantly.

Jyoti came to me as soon as she entered water. She did not know swimming. I knew just a bit more than her. She stood in shallow water and splashed water at me. I hit her back with a bigger splash of water. I felt privileged in that small group of men as I had Jyoti all by myself. I caught her arm and took her in a bit deeper water. She was scared to go further. I began to swim to show her the simple way to swim.

At a distance I glanced towards the Colonel and my wife. Sunita was sitting on the edge of the pool hanging her legs down in water. The Colonel seemed to be feasting his eyes on the sumptuous meal in front of him in the form of Sunita’s half naked body. Sunita, who was initially ill at ease at the men ogling at her, gradually began to like the attention. Particularly she seemed to enjoy the Colonel’s eyes feasting on her.

She had overcome her initial inhibition. The Colonel seemed to be half standing and half sitting in water. Only his head appeared above water. He was close to her legs. I was almost certain that he was playing with my wife’s lower half under water, because I saw her giggling, blushing and laughing for no reason. Once she even raised her legs to push the Colonel away laughing. The Colonel laughed, moved away and returned promptly to resume whatever he was doing. Sunita did not seem to mind it too much.

Neetu and Capt. Kumar were also playing with each other in a deep water corner of the pool. Initially both sat on the cement floor edge of the pool. However, they slid into water and began to surreptitiously touch and smooch. After a while, when her husband came; Neetu quickly moved away. She changed into her dress and both of them walked to cafeteria.

Jyoti was standing in knee deep water looking at some ladies and some young guys splashing water on each other. The instructor’s eyes were on Jyoti for some time. He sensed her desire to swim. He came near her, threw a float (inflated rubber tube) and asked her to put it on. When she fumbled with the strap of the float, I fixed it on her and tied the knots and belts securely. In the process I casually brushed one of her boobs; ensuring that no one was looking. She ignored it and began to float without much effort. I could see her delight at being able to swim like most others. She looked sexy floating like that. I had a hard on in my trunks. I wanted to hold her and kiss her and do all that I had been dreaming for a long time.

She floated around and came to me. Perhaps she saw me eyeing her hungrily. She signalled me to move in a corner with less people. She came close to me and put her hand under my swimming trunks. When she felt my hard on, she laughed and asked me, “I think you like my looks in this swim suit? How do I look?”

I said, “You look good enough to eat.” That was the second time I spoke the sentence.

“I am not on your plate officially. I am on someone else’s plate,” Jyoti replied.

“He is a lucky bastard,” said I.

“Yes, that he is. Look, how he is having a good time swimming with your wife. He is having best of both worlds. I have seen them going under water together. God knows what they were doing there,” she sighed.

“May be not as well as what we could do here,” I said, winking.

“That depends on you. The food is hot and ready. It may have been assigned for someone else’s plate, but then each grain of food has the name of the eater written on it. After all, food is food. Depends how hungry and desperate you are and how long you can wait. What are you waiting for?” She was much faster than I thought.

I knew that I was the one lacking in speed. She was not. I did not know what to say. I simply placed my hand on her. She moved it to her tummy. I caressed her naked, smooth tummy and just touched overflowing portion of her breasts.

“I see it is a great fun touching, sorry, I mean teaching Jyoti these swimming lessons, is it not dear?” I heard Sunita’s voice behind me.

I had a start when I heard her. “Well, it was not me but the trainer,” I stammered out a reply.

“I can see that. Good.. Good.” She said without appearing to be sarcastic and climbed out of the pool and waited for me. I saw that her ass cheeks had turned red. Was it sun tan or a hard pinch from the Colonel? I wondered. We all came out of water. The Colonel and Jyoti left first. Sunita waited for me as I was talking to one of the couples, who lived close to us in Delhi.

She was happy as we reached our huts. We were tired from the swimming and wanted to change and rest for a while. When we reached, both the Colonel and Jyoti were missing. Sunita hurried to the washroom. I stood at the window looking out to watch amazing natural beauty. She must have just opened the washroom door when I heard her scream. I looked back and was stunned to watch the Colonel inside the wash room standing stark naked right in front of my wife.

Sunita stood frozen standing outside the wash room holding the wash room door open. For a few long moments Sunita and I were flabbergasted looking at the Colonel’s tall figure looming in the door with a long hanging semi dark hose of a cock. It hanged like a solid rubber hose pipe with big bundle of balls hiding behind it. His penis was like a horse’s. It was semi erect. In all probability, he was playing with it in the washroom; when my wife opened the unlocked washroom door.

Sunita realized her folly and ran back to me turning away from the Colonel saying, “I am sorry, I did not know that you were inside.”

The Colonel quickly put on a towel and came out embarrassed. He said, “I am sorry. The stopper is rusted and does not close properly. Jyoti was using our washroom. I thought you will get late and hence got into your washroom. I am sorry that I did not bolt the door properly.”

I said, “It’s okay. This was an accident. Never mind. Such accidents happen.”

Embarrassed, Sunita hurriedly went into the washroom vacated by the Colonel. The Colonel went to his hut to change. I went out and sat under a tree enjoying the nature and singing of birds. After sometime, Jyoti came out and joined me. She sat by my side. We talked about how beautiful the nature was and how humans spoiled the environment. We returned after chatting for a while. When we entered the hut, the scene was worth watching.

My wife was inside the washroom and the Colonel stood with a towel in his hand at the door. The door was partially open and the Colonel was looking in. I was sure that she had nothing on. He and Sunita were talking something. When they heard us enter, the towel disappeared from the Colonel’s hand into the washroom and the door closed.

Jyoti looked questioningly at the Colonel. Poor chap stammered, “I was handing the towel to her… She forgot.. to take it.. There was no body you see.. She shouted for Sunil, but he was …. Out.”

Jyoti snapped, “But you were talking for a while with her in the washroom with the door open?”

“No, she opened… it … to … take the … towel… just… when you entered..” The Colonel replied unconvincingly.

I looked at Jyoti and said, “Leave it. It was an accident.”

“Too many accidents are happening here!” she exclaimed. There was a faint trace of sarcasm in her voice. Was it a feeling of hidden satisfaction? We left it at that.

We had lunch at the canteen. We returned at about 2.30 pm and went into our respective enclosures. The connecting door was of course, partially open.

Sunita changed into a gown quickly and pulled me into the bed with her. I excused myself, put on my shorts (no underwear), I drew the curtains and jumped into the bed on top of her. She moved under me and asked, “Have you closed the door?”

I asked in response, “I want to open your door and enter into it.”

“Open it. I am ready,” she said gleefully.

I asked her while I was unbuttoning her gown, “Did you see how big the Colonel’s cock was?”

She was non committal, “Hmmm…” She unbuttoned my fly, caught my cock in her hand and gradually began to shake it. I detected a smile on her face.

“Did he see you naked in the washroom?” I asked her.

“No, silly. I was behind the door. However, I am not sure if he peeked at my boobs, when he handed the towel to me.” She was cranking my cock faster as she said that.

“But darling he must have already seen them when you were playing under water in the pool?”

She was noncommittal, “Hmmm…”

“Did he fondle them?” I was excited and wanted to know more.

In a bid to side step the question, she pulled my face on top of her. She said, “You ask too many questions. Did I ask you any? Now fuck me hard. I am horny. You wanted to eat me no? I am ready.” Her subtle reference to my overtures with the Colonel’s wife meant that she also kept an eye on us. She wanted me to appreciate her generosity.

I told her, “I want to eat you.” I got up on the bed, spread her legs apart and slowly poked my hard cock into her hole as she moaned loudly, “Ohhh…. Sunil, you are so good. It feels so nice. Now fuck me hard. I want to release with you.”

I kept hammering at her and she responded equally well by rising and lowering her pelvis to match my rhythm. She caught my shoulders hard as I pumped her final strokes and ejeculated into her saying, “Sunita… I am… coming in….”

She had also reached her crescendo at the same time. “Darling go-ahead, I am coming with you… Ahhh… It was lovely.” She sighed as I collapsed on her.

Before I could withdraw from her, Sunita was fast asleep. I gently withdrew my lund (Cock), cleaned her ‘Choot’ (cunt) up, wiped my Lund clean and fell in the bed behind her, trying to poke my flaccid cock into her naked ass, as I also drifted into sleep.

In her sleep she muttered, “You were good Colonel.” By then I was almost asleep. I heard what she said. However, my mind was too sluggish to understand what she said at that time. Never the less, her words did register in my mind.

I must have slept for about two hours, when suddenly I was physically shaken out of sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw Jyoti instead of Sunita. I sat up and saw the Colonel lying next to Sunita. The room was bright as the curtains were opened. Sunita woke up almost at the same time. The Colonel and his wife Jyoti laughed heartily as Sunita and I looked at them sheepishly.

The Colonel asked, “What is this? Have you fellows come here on your honeymoon? It looks like you had a long session of love making before you slept. You and Sunita are practically naked, hugging each other.”

Sunita was acutely embarrassed lying next to the Colonel, almost naked. She mumbled half coherent, “I didn’t… we were actually asleep.. I just woke up.“ as she pulled her gown up and covered her body.

Both Sunita and I rose from bed rubbing our eyes, trying to come to terms with the situation. I pulled up my pyjama and stood up tying the strings awkwardly.

Jyoti murmured, “You are not bad. Even asleep, you are long.” Jyoti had seen what she wanted to see.

My wife looked at the Colonel angrily and said, “What are you up to?” However, I detected more pretence in her complaint than real anger.

The Colonel said, “That was Jyoti’s idea.” Sunita looked at Jyoti.

Jyoti nodded her head. She said without sarcasm, “This was a plan and not an accident.”

Sunita said resignedly, “Well, fine then. If Jyoti suggested this, what can I say?”

Sunita looked at my watch. It was 5 o’clock. She jumped from the bed in a hurry and caught the Colonel’s wife Jyoti’s arm and said, “ My God, it is five O’clock, just one hour for the evening program. Jyoti we have to get ready! Come on. These army people are so fussy about the time. These boys (the Colonel and me!) have nothing to do. But we have to get ready.”

I washed my face and the Colonel and I went out to go to the cafeteria in the camp to have tea. It was obvious from the expressions on his face, that the Colonel was unusually stressed. I asked him what bugged him so much. He said, “I am unable to put my finger on a series of events, which happened in the past few days.” I was scared. Was he going to refer to my advances on his wife, or was he worried about my wife’s rejection or something else?

I asked him, “What is it?”

He said, still in deep thought, “Something abnormal is happening around us. First a burglary in my house, where nothing much is stolen. Next, somebody follows me and also you. A fake ticket examiner checks our tickets. Then we are treated to this exclusive reception, from some unknown guy. Finally this wisecrack of a taxi guy charges us next to nothing and brings us here. Looks like the Gods above have suddenly turned very kind on us.”

I said, “This could be a series of accidents happening one after another. How else could one explain such things? Don’t strain your mind, because these could be a series of mistaken identities.”

The Colonel thoughtfully said, “Could be or may be not.”

On the way, I asked the Colonel about the schedule.

Whilst we were sipping tea, the Colonel said, “As you know, this evening shall be introductions followed by entertainment, drink and dinner. The management shall also brief all visitors about the schedule during the week. The management has arranged a self defence camp for the members and their wives. This program has been designed to prepare normal citizens to guard, protect and resist against any terrorist attack. As per the program, in the morning, training shall be given for this purpose. I am one of the persons appointed to train the visitors for dealing with such a terrorist attack. You will see yours truly as one of the trainers.” I did not know that the Colonel also was going to train us. This was a pleasant surprise.

The Colonel continued, “During the day time, when the member teams are out, one of the teams will have to face mock attacks by some ex army persons posing as terrorists. The capability of each team shall be judged based on their ability to resist such attacks. These encounters shall be random and travelling teams would not know about the attack in advance. Best three teams shall be rewarded,” the Colonel concluded.

I was impressed with the seriousness with which the organisers were trying to create awareness amongst citizens on terrorist activities and on how we needed to face the attacks if they should happen in our vicinity.

I asked him what he meant by the word “teams”.

He replied, “Members of one or two huts shall form one team. In each team there would be about ten to twelve members.”

We returned to our camp site almost at the time, when the evening program was to begin.

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This is second part of a three part series. (It may now become a four part series.) Why did they have repeated strange experiences of being followed, or a stupid burglary or an imposter ticket checker? What is the role of the young Capt. Kumar and comely young woman Neetu? The third part is full of erotic happenings suspense, adventure and secrets. Will the Colonel get my wife’s favour? Will I be able to win over Jyoti? What would be our situation vis a vis the young Capt. Kumar? All this and more shall be revealed in the next and the fourth and final part. The readers might find my writing rather slow and descriptive. I do not know if it gets boring. I believe that sex is like a spice in our mundane life. If we are fed only spices daily, we might start hating spices. I would like to take the readers to different heights. I am unsure, if I am successful. It is for the readers to comment on my writing. I am waiting to receive your comments even if they are critical. PLEASE WRITE TO ME.

The story is a piece of fiction and has no connection with any person living or dead and does not claim to represent factual situation of any private or Government organisation.