What more could one expect in one day?
We surreptitiously watched a bachelor young army officer fucking married young lass. We tried to seduce each other's spouses, as we watched the young couple fuck.
My wife succumbed to my friend Colonel's charms and he almost seduced her in torrential rain.
We were attacked. There was gunfight. Three of us were kidnapped.
We had extreme and life endangering situations.
If that was not exciting and adventurous, what would be? The story goes further...
QUICK RECAP
I am Sunil. My wife is Sunita. I am a political journalist covering sensitive national security matters. Sunita is a marvelous wife and was and is really attractive. When the incidents happened, we were in our middle or late thirties,. Colonel Jaswant Singh was an Army officer from "Anti Insurgency Force". He was an expert in anti guerrilla warfare. He had a comely wife Jyoti. She was a house wife.
We were neighbors and over a period of time our two families' relationship grew quite close; bordering on intimacy. We went for a holiday at an army camp in Himalayas; where army was offering training for anti terrorist defense. It was a very reasonably priced package. We left for the camp by train. Capt. Kumar and a young married girl Neetu were our co-passengers in the train. Neetu was married to an old ex-army man.
That the camp experience was the most memorable would be an understatement. We had all the things listed above happening; just in one day and the deay was not yet over.
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Riding behind a horseman, I had a final glimpse of the camp; before we disappeared into the forest. I saw some of the people in the camp shouting for help and ladies crying. We were far away from the camp in a very short time. I last looked at the Colonel and my wife. Their horses ran almost parallel to ours. Sunita was carried by a man, who had made her sit in front of him. I could see pain and panic on Sunita's face.
The leader shouted some commands. The man, who strapped me to his horse and made me ride with him, put a blindfold on my eyes. I saw that the Colonel and my wife were also being blindfolded. It was raining heavily. We could not make out the direction where we were heading. However, I guessed that we were going upstream of the river, because the huge thundering sound of the flowing river water almost continued through our journey.
We must have been riding for more than two hours, when the horses stopped and I heard the leader shouting at his men asking them to dismount us, take off our blind folds, remove our gags and take us to our place of confinement. They spoke in Urdu and in Hindi language. A few of them appeared to be locals and spoke of local dialect, which I could not understand clearly. It was evening and sun light was fading. It might be about 5 pm.
As we were escorted in, I saw the leader talking to another person in their hideout. The other man appeared to be in-charge of the hideout. He was surprised to see my wife Sunita with us and asked the leader how she was there. They talked in low voices. I could not make out much. Then he seemed to have conveyed something that changed the attitude of the leader to us. He told our escort to take us to a "guest room". Our escort seemed surprised. However, he signaled us to follow him.
The escort was the person, who had tied my wife Sunita's hands, legs and gagged her mouth with a scarf. He had mounted her on his horse and had sat behind her on the horse. He was a tall, heftily built man with bare huge chest. He constantly stared at my wife Sunita. His big prying eyes lustily traveled all over her figure constantly, caring little of our watching him. Sunita looked haggard and walked unsteadily.
I was sure that during the time, he carried her on the horse to the destination; he would have smooched her all over from behind. He had all the opportunity to poke his cock in her ass as the horse traveled over rough mountain terrain. However, that was all he could have done; with all other gangsters riding together and keeping an eye on each other. Seeing his lusty stares, I could easily guess that given the slightest opportunity, he would not hesitate to rape her. He looked a real ruffian.
We were escorted to our room, in which two beds were made with neatly laid pillows, mattresses, bed sheets and blankets. The room was on the second floor. The escort shoved us in the room and locked the gate.
There was a wooden door with additional steel grill door. The room had one window with heavy grills overlooking the view outside. We could see river flowing quite close to our room.
The Colonel mused almost to himself, "I am still unable to understand why they kidnapped us. However, I have a fair idea of our present location." We looked at him in surprise.
The guest room was not bad, given the circumstances. It had a toilet. I inspected the toilet. It was clean enough and usable.