Adultery BEYOND IN-LAWS - Bdrew86

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"Namaskar Baba." I greeted my father-in-law before bending down to touch his feet as a customary display of respect towards an elder. I was standing at the gate of the large house owned by my in-laws.

"Ayushaman Bhava!" He blessed me, placing his hand on my head.

As I stood up, he gently held my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace. I happily hugged him, but a moment later, I noticed his hug tightening around me. I felt my breasts pressing into his chest, a little more than necessary. I felt odd, but I held on, thinking maybe he was a bit too happy to see me. The embrace lingered a few seconds more than needed.

As we parted, we smiled at each other before he called in one of the house help to carry my luggage.

Vishwanath Deshmukh, or Baba as we all call him, is my father-in-law. He is the patriarch of our family. The family owns large tracts of farmland around the village. It also owns a large successful dairy processing unit with over 300 cows and buffaloes. The family also runs a college and junior college. Children from nearby villages and towns attend the college. All this makes the Deshmukh family very wealthy and influential.

But this wasn't always the case. Baba's parents were farmers with a small parcel of land. Baba had an older brother, Hari, who stayed back to work in the fields while Baba joined the army as a recruit. During his decade long service in the army, Baba was a star athlete, representing the army in sports such as athletics and boxing. He also saw some action in counter insurgency operations in the northeast.

Baba had to quit the army and return home after the untimely death of Hari. On his return, Baba used the savings and retirement money he got from the army and bought more land around their existing farms. He also used modern farming techniques and tools to improve the yield of the farms. With the money he earned from farming, he bought more land and made more money. The cycle continues to this day. He also started a dairy products production plant and a college in his village. Today hundreds of people work for him, making him an influential person in the district.

Baba used his wealth and influence to dabble in politics as well. He was the village Pradhan, and a member of the district council for several terms.

I always knew Baba as a stern man with few words. He intimidated everyone, including me. I had hardly spoken to him ever since I had known him. But over the course of the last couple of years, he had opened up to me. He spoke to me a lot more and even laughed and joked with me. I thought that age had softened him.

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"How have you been, beta?" He asked me as we walked side by side into the house.

"Everything is fine, Baba. I am so excited to be here for Nikhil's wedding. I've been looking forward to this for so long." I replied as we walked towards the courtyard of the house.

It was a large house, typical of what was found in the countryside and built by Baba's father several decades ago.

Above the large teakwood door was a stone arch which gave way to the living area. The house had a courtyard allowing plenty of light and air to pass through the house. To the east of the courtyard was a large dining table where a dozen people could eat at a time, and the kitchen was to the north of the dining room and a storeroom behind the kitchen. A large temple room was to the south of the dining table. Baba performed a pooja in the temple every morning before starting his day.

There was a large wooden swing with brass chains and hooks to the west of the courtyard with sofas and coffee table, making it the living room of the house. To the northwest of the courtyard was the first bedroom, originally used by Baba's mother in her last days. The courtyard had 4 thick but beautiful carved sagwan wood pillars with vines running along their tops. The house was mostly made of wood, with brickwork walls.

Adjacent to the bedroom were the stairs which led to the first floor. The first floor had four more bedrooms, each with their own bathrooms and balconies.

The house was full of people. The extended family had gathered for my brother-in-law, Nikhil's wedding, which was to happen a couple of days from now in the bride's hometown. Nikhil was my husband's younger brother. Like his brother, Nikhil also had an engineering degree from a top ranked college before settling down here to help Baba run his estate.

"Shalini!" I heard my mother-in-law call out to me from the courtyard. She was sitting on a chair, surrounded by the ladies of the house, getting mehendi etched on her hands.

Suman, who I fondly called as Aai, is my mother-in-law. A warm, affectionate and docile woman, she gets along well with everyone. She is everyone's favorite in the family and the exact opposite of Baba; short, chubby, talkative, cheerful and very loving.

Aai and Baba got married at a very young age, as was the custom during those days. With a secure job in the army, a 20 year old Baba married an 18 year old Aai. A year later, Rahul was born, followed by Nikhil a couple of years after.

"Hi Aai. How are you?" I greeted her before touching her feet and then hugging her. "I am busy, as you can see. Haha..." she said excitedly.

"That I can. After all, it's your son's wedding," I replied as I sat on a chair in front of her.

"Where is my son?" Baba said in his usual stern manner.

"Your son is busy working. He sends his regards and apologies for not being able to attend," I replied.

"I don't understand how work is so important that he can't even find a couple of days of time to be there for his brother's wedding," Aai said, sounding disappointed, as she should have been.

"Upcoming elections are keeping him busy, Aai. His regular work is hectic and the election duty has only added to it. He barely gets time to come home. He wanted to come and was sad about not being able to," I replied, trying to justify my husband's absence.

"That is nonsense. What's the use of having a cushy government job when he can't find time for anything?" Baba said, sounding the most annoyed.

"I wanted him to stay here and look after the family business, but he wanted to become an IAS. What's the use of being a Saheb if you can't find time for your family?" Baba said, sounding not just annoyed but genuinely disappointed.

"Does he find time for you, beta?" Aai asked.

"Ya... sometimes... but I'm used to that now," I replied.

Just then, my phone started ringing. It was my husband, Rahul.

"Looks like he started getting hiccups," I said, pointing the phone at my in-laws, referring to the old myth in India. We all burst out laughing.

"Hello. Ya... I just reached home. Baba had sent a car to pick me up at the station. Ya... ya... here, speak to them," I said, handing over the phone to Baba.

My husband spent the next few minutes explaining, apologising to his parents. After the call, I went upstairs to meet the groom, my brother-in-law, Nikhil. I spent a few minutes talking to him before Aai called me downstairs for the mehendi.

I sat on a chair in the courtyard while the mehendi artist went to work on my hands. The mood of the house was joyous, with laughs and giggles all around.

But between those laughs and giggles, I noticed my father-in-law stealing glances at me every now and then. I noticed those glances weren't the regular ones and felt as if he was checking me out. I had first noticed his glances a year ago when both Aai and Baba had visited us. I ignored it the first few times I caught him but noticed his gaze either on my chest or on my butt every time I was around him.

I also noticed that his behaviour had changed with me. Baba was usually a stern man with few words. I had always known him like that and was a bit intimidated by him when I first came into this family a decade ago. But during his last visit to our house, I sensed he was being more chatty with me, a lot more than usual. Before that, Aai talked to me the most, with Baba just being in the periphery. After that visit, Baba would occasionally call me, speaking to me briefly, asking about me or Rahul or our son.

But that was just the last time, but today, the way he gave me a tight hug, it gave me goosebumps. He had never done that before, restricting himself to only blessing me.

I married Rahul almost 12 years ago. It was an arranged marriage, like almost all of them in India. After graduating with a degree in computer sciences, I was working in a tech company in Bangalore. My father rang me up one day telling me about a marriage prospect. He was a newly minted IAS officer, and one of my mom's friends had referred the proposal to us.

That he was an IAS was enough for everyone to say yes, and meeting Rahul was merely a formality, though I did like him on the first date. A whirlwind courtship lasted only a few months before we got married. I was 23 and Rahul was 28. My husband's job was not just transferable, but being a junior IAS, he was posted mostly to small towns in the countryside as SDM. I decided to quit my job and move with my husband to a small town in anywhere India.

With a large house, domestic help and staff at my beck and call, I had a comfortable life wherever we went. The early years of our marriage were usual, full of romance and frantic lovemaking. My husband spent the days in office, running the government and nights, fucking me silly and breeding me, which resulted in our son Aarav being born a year and a half into our marriage.

As years passed on, I got busy with my son and the household and Rahul got busier with work. He was slowly climbing the administrative ladder, being posted to bigger districts and bigger departments. He would be away for days at a stretch on inspection visits and spent long days at work. Even when he was home, he would be surrounded by his staff and paperwork.

Between his work and my household responsibilities, our lovemaking became infrequent and drab. But I wasn't complaining. I was living the lavish life of an IAS wife. Being his wife, it was my responsibility to attend functions and socials frequently, which also kept me busy.

After our wedding, we moved four times and every time we moved, we had to look for a new college for our son, which affected his studies. So after he turned ten, we got him admitted to a reputed boarding college in the hills. With that, I had a lot of free time on hand as I didn't need to work, nor did I have to look after our son and my husband being forever busy, contrary to the popular belief that government jobs are stress free.

My parents and in-laws would visit every few months to give me company and during the last visit of my in-laws, I noticed my father-in-law's gaze.

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The mehendi was followed by a lavish lunch with all members of the family, like aunts, uncles and cousins, at the dining table. After lunch, I went to my bedroom upstairs. It was my husband's room when he lived here, and we would stay there every time we visited. I changed into a comfortable maxi gown as worn by many married women in India. Later, I took a much needed nap after the long journey by train to get here.

In the evening, I joined everyone downstairs for tea. I went to the kitchen to lend a helping hand to Aai aunts, who were busy preparing tea and snacks for everyone.

"Give this cup to Baba." Aai said, handing me a cup of piping hot tea. He preferred it without sugar, not because he had diabetes but because he was health and fitness conscious. I walked out of the kitchen with the cup of tea and a few biscuits on a tray.

Baba was sitting in the living area. He was sitting on a couch alone with some relatives near the dining area. I walked around the courtyard and reached him. He was reading a newspaper and closed it and sat up straight when he saw me coming.

"Thank you so much, Shalu." Baba said as I approached him with tea.

'Shalu?? He had never, ever called me Shalu before. Even my husband never called me that,' I thought as I bent down to keep the tray on the table in front of him.

After placing the tray on the table, I looked at him and noticed his gaze not on my face, but on my chest. I was wearing a loose gown with a deep neck and when I bent down, he got a very good view of my cleavage. Though I was wearing a bra, my ample bosom popped out.

He was so engrossed at staring at my breasts that he didn't realise that I had caught him. A couple of seconds later, he looked at me, but instead of being embarrassed or stumbling for an excuse, he simply looked at me and smiled. That smile made my pussy quiver instantly. It had been a long time since someone had leered at me so hungrily and even though it was my father-in-law, my body sensed a man and reacted to a man's gaze and reacted accordingly. I felt it quiver, followed by a feeling of dampness between my thighs.

I quickly stood up before anyone could see me bending over and him leering at my tits. He looked up at me and smiled and I, instead of being offended or even pretending to be offended, I gave him an awkward smile before walking away.

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I didn't realise how quickly the day passed. I spent the evening catching up with the family on my husband's side, most of whom I was for the first time after my wedding. I also helped the ladies with cooking in the kitchen. Then everyone had dinner.

After dinner, some of the men went outside the house for a stroll while the ladies sat in the courtyard chatting and preparing for the following day.

Baba sat in his favorite corner, the living area. He spent some time on the large wooden swing before making himself comfortable on the couch nearby.

"Suman," he called out to Aai after some time.

"Haan?" she replied. She was sitting on the floor in the courtyard. Baba's sister Kamala was applying hair oil to Aai's hair.

"Can you come here and apply oil to my feet?" He asked.

"Give me some time. Kamala is oiling my hair, and I still have some chores left. I will do it after."

"Hmmpfff... I need to go to bed sometime," he replied, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Pch... this man has no patience." Aai said under her breath and a few ladies around giggled. She looked around a bit and then looked at me. "Shalini beta, can you please go and rub some oil on his feet? His feet start aching after a long day in the fields and he has trouble sleeping. I do it every day, but today, I need a break. I am exhausted."

"Okay Aai. I'll do it. Where is the oil?" I asked her.

"It's in the kitchen, on the shelf to the left." She replied.

I got up and went to the kitchen to get the oil.

"Aho... Shalini will help you today." Aai said to him loudly from across the house.

"Hmmpff..." Baba replied.

I got the oil and walked to the living area where Baba was seated. I sat near his feet in front of him. He was wearing a lungi, which he pulled up a couple of inches, revealing his feet up to the ankles.

"Your feet hurt?" I asked as I rubbed some oil between my hands.

"I go every day to the fields and spend the day there, standing for almost the whole day and they start to hurt a bit. Your Aai applies some oil, which gives me some relief and helps me sleep," he said as he put his right foot forward, placing the hell on my lap.

I started rubbing the oil on his foot, reaching a couple of inches above the ankle before sliding my hands down to the heel and toes.

I heard Baba sighing in relief. I looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed. I massaged his foot, occasionally pressing it, which made him sigh louder.

"Your hands are soft, Shalu," he sighed. I looked up at him; he was looking at me with his eyes half open. I blushed and smiled at him.

A couple of minutes into the massage, I noticed something move. I looked up again, but Baba's eyes were closed, and his head was resting against the back of the couch. But before I could look back down, I saw his crotch twitch

I watched his lungi bounce up and down every time I pressed his foot with my hand. I tried to ignore it, thinking it could be a natural reaction of a man to a woman's touch, but the more I massaged his foot, the more his penis twitched under his lungi to a point that the tent of his lungi became apparent.

Was he unaware of his body's reaction or was his ignorance on purpose? Was he shameless enough to sport a full blown erection in front of his daughter in law?

I tried to ignore it, not look at it and continued massaging his feet, but curiosity got the better of me. I looked up at his thighs and saw the tent rising up through his thighs prominently. He was still facing up with his eyes closed, unaware of his poking hard on.

He sighed and moaned as I massaged his foot. I was not sure if his sighs and moans were from the pain relief my massage was giving him or were they from the pleasure of my touch. It seemed to be the latter because of the evident erection.

As much as I tried to brush it away, my body, deprived of any male attention for weeks, responded to this sight. My nipples started hardening. It had been a long time since I had seen a man moan and sigh at my touch. Rahul had been too busy with work, so things had been very cold in the bedroom. So, even if it was absolutely morally wrong, my natural instincts acted up here.

I had to put a stop to it before anyone noticed Baba's obvious boner in front of his daughter in law.

"Baba... uhh... I think you should cover your thighs before Aai comes here." I said, albeit awkwardly.

The moment I mentioned Aai, Baba opened his eyes and sat up straight. He looked down at me and then his erection before grabbing the newspaper lying nearby and placed it on his thighs.

"Ohh... yes... uhh... sorry... ya." He fumbled with words. Itwas the first time I had seen a usually confident Baba, so awkward.

"I think that's enough," he said as he pulled his feet back.

"Okay. I hope you felt good, Baba," I said and giggled.

"Haha... yes... uhh... the pain in my feet is gone... hehe..." he replied.

I stood up first and then bent down to pick up the bottle of oil, giving him yet another fleeting glimpse of my ample breasts, enclosed tightly in my bra. Baba couldn't help but ogle at them for a brief moment.

I went back and sat with the women in the courtyard. They were all so busy chatting that no one bothered to look at us the whole time. I looked at Baba a few times and noticed him observing me from the couch. I realised that I had lit a flame.


It was well past midnight before everyone went to bed. Baba went to bed soon after the massage, but the ladies and some other relatives stayed on. Even though I was tired, they kept me hanging around.

I finally made it to my bedroom. I closed the door and crashed on the bed. The journey by train had been long and exhausting, and the day in the house was busy. I wanted to get some sleep, but it kept avoiding me.

Events of the day played in my head, especially the incidents with Baba. First, he ogled at my cleavage in the evening and then the foot massage I gave him after dinner kept playing in my mind.

My father-in-law clearly had the hots for me. It was evidently clear from the boner he got at my mere touch. What surprised me even more was my reaction to all this. Instead of just brushing it away, I, in a way, silently encouraged him, especially with the cleavage show I gave him after the foot massage.

'This is wrong! Morally, socially, and ethically. He is my father-in-law for God's sakes, my husband's father!' I silently scolded myself. But my body unconsciously reacted to a man's attention, even if the man wasn't my husband, but his father.

My mind and body played tricks with me. My mind would flash images of his lusty gaze and his lungi covered hard-on every few seconds to which my body would react, and then my mind would throw up lessons of morality.

My body seemed to have triumphed when my hands reached down inside my panties and started playing with my pussy. My pussy, which had been deprived of male attention for so long, instantly reacted to my own touch. I tried to think as much as I could about my husband as I furiously fingered myself, but my mind kept flashing images of Baba, which only hastened my orgasm.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I came hard from the self-induced orgasm. My body thrashed and writhed as I came for several seconds. I felt a sense of relief wash over me when it ended, as if an enormous burden had been lifted. I didn't realise when I fell asleep in that state.