Adultery The Sasur-Bahu Saga

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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.

"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.

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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.

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I woke up in the morning a little later than usual. I slept well all night and needed rest for the hectic week ahead.

I freshened up and went downstairs to find the house completely silent. There was no one in the house. I then remembered that everyone had planned to go to a temple in a nearby town. Aai had insisted I join them, but I excused myself out of the plan because I was too tired to wake up that early.

I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. I knew everyone would be back by lunchtime and I had a good three hours to relax. As I was having tea, I heard some movement in the house. I followed the noise to the ground floor bedroom and noticed the backdoor of the bedroom open. That door led to a small garden in the back.

I walked to the door and peeped through to find Baba using a wooden mace to work out. He was lifting it and then swinging it around his shoulders before repeating the same the other way round. He was wearing only a langote, a loincloth worn around the groin.

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He saw me and smiled at me while swinging the mace around him.

"Good morning!" he called out.

"Good morning, Baba. I am sorry I disturbed you. I'll leave you alone," I said.

I was about to turn around when he said, "Nonsense. You aren't disturbing me. I don't mind you sitting here. I will have someone to talk to."

"Okay," I said before sitting down on the stairs in front of the door.

"You didn't go to the temple?" he asked.

"Aai had asked me, but I was too tired after a long journey. And anyway, we will be going back after the wedding." I replied.

"Yes. You should rest. The next few days are going to be hectic," he said.

"Why didn't you go Baba?" I asked him as I took a sip of tea.

"I have some work at the dairy in the afternoon. It will be too hectic after a visit to the temple. That's why I arranged a bus for everyone to go together. They will be back by afternoon," he replied, swinging the mace around him. He had done at least 20 reps since I saw him and I knew that the mace was very heavy.

"You work out like this every day?" I asked, out of curiosity.

"Yes... every day for the last 50 years," he replied proudly.

I knew he wasn't lying. It was obvious looking at him. He was tall, easily six feet tall. All men in this family were tall. Rahul was as tall as Baba and Nikhil was a couple of inches taller than both of them.

Baba wasn't just tall, he was lean and muscular. He was an athlete during his younger days and maintained himself over the years. There were several photos of him during his younger days in the house, and his incredibly fit body was evident in those photos. Though with age, the aesthetics of his body had changed, but he still was an incredibly fit man.

All that rigorous training and discipline had rewarded him. He looked a lot younger. Some even teased him and called him Anil Kapoor for looking a lot younger than age. Not that he looked like Anil Kapoor, I thought he was better looking.

Right now he was standing in front of me, dressed in only a langote. He had a head full of hair, which had streaks of grey, a chiselled face with a sharp jawline and sporting a thick moustache, common among Indian men his age. He had broad shoulders, lean muscular arms and pecks and a flat stomach. His chest was full of grey hair which spilled over to his abdomen. His thighs and legs were muscular, too. The langote barely covered a couple of inches below his crotch, revealing nearly everything. It didn't matter that he was old, Baba possessed a body that far younger men would envy.

I didn't realise when I started staring at him. He noticed, but didn't say anything and continued working out for another couple of minutes before slamming the mace to the ground. The loud thud of the mace pulled me back from my trance.

"Rahul used to work out with me too before he got selected," Baba said as he wiped the sweat off his body with a towel. He stood with his hands on his hips in front of me as he spoke.

"Yeah... He used to during the early years of our marriage. Now he doesn't get the time. He leaves for work early but does go for a short morning walk," I replied.

"Haa... morning walks... at least he should run," Baba replied dismissively.

"He was very fit when we got married and still is compared to men around him. But trust me, Baba, government jobs, or at least his job, isn't easy. He barely gets time," I replied.

"Yes... I remember we both used to do over a hundred push ups back then," he said proudly.

"I have seen him do only fifty," I said.

"Rahul has gone soft. At forty, he can do only fifty pushups? I can still pull off a hundred easily," he said.

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“Baba, you’re just boasting now. C’mon. A hundred pushups at your age? Aren’t you 60 years old?” I said dismissively.

“I am not boasting. I will prove it to you right now,” he replied in a challenging tone.

“I am right here Baba.” I replied.

“How about a bet? If I can do a hundred pushups, then I win,” he challenged.

“Okay… I accept,” I replied playfully.

Baba handed me the towel and stood in the middle of the garden, a few feet away from me. He then got on his hands and feet in the pushup position.

“Keep a count,” he said, looking at me.

I nodded. “One… two… three…” I started counting. He started really strong. Going up and down quickly. “Twenty one… twenty two… twenty three…” I kept counting as he kept doing pushups.

The loincloth was wet with sweat and sticking to his butt. It was white, and I could clearly see through. His muscular back flexed with each rise and fall.

“Forty Eight… Forty Nine… Fifty…” I counted.

He suddenly stopped, still crouching over. He looked at me and said, “This is where your husband stops. Now watch me.” Then he winked.

I bit my lips in embarrassment as I watched him go back to work.

“Seventy seven… Seventy eight…” I kept counting, and the man showed no signs of stopping, just maintaining a steady pace.

“Ninety… ninety one… ninety two… C’mon Baba… just eight more…” I started rooting for him. Even if he stopped now, I would concede. It was clearly a very impressive feat for a sixty-year-old.

“Ninety nine… Hundred…” I counted the last push up.

He stopped and kneeled, raising his hands in victory. I also raised my hands and clapped, very impressed.

“I won… I told you this ‘old man’ still got it,” he said cockily.

“Okay, okay… I accept defeat… Now… what do I have to do?” I asked between the laughs.

“Well…” he said as he got up and started drying his body with a towel. What I immediately noticed was that he was not out of breath, not even close. “How about you apply oil to my body right now? I will go for a bath. Usually Suman does it, but today she’s not here,” he said. Application of oil to the body is a common practice in India where the weather can be dry and hot. Oil keeps the skin lubricated and soft.

“Uhhh… you want me to apply oil to your body right now?” I asked.

“Yeah… right here… Suman does it every day,” He replied, plainly.

“Baba… but here in the garden, someone might see us.” I replied with a bit of hesitation and embarrassment.

“Aaah… then that’s not a problem. We can do it in the bathroom. That way, I can have a bath immediately after,” he said as he climbed up the stairs and stood next to me.

“C’mon…” he patted my shoulder and went inside.

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I trembled as I felt his hand on my shoulder. The idea of rubbing oil all over my near naked father-in-law not just embarrassed me; but to my shame, it also aroused me. And why wouldn’t it arouse me? I had clearly seen the man displaying his extraordinary physical prowess, all the while showing his incredible body.

I looked around to check if anyone had seen us. After making sure the coast was clear, I got up and went inside.

When I entered the bathroom, Baba was already sitting on the small stool, and I thanked God he hadn’t taken off his langote. I pulled up the gown above my knees and tied it in a knot around my waist. That way I kept it from getting wet and it also allowed some room to move freely.

I then poured a generous quantity of warm oil, which I had fetched from the kitchen on one hand before rubbing it on both of my hands. Starting from his shoulders, I applied and rubbed in the warm oil using deep strokes. I then went down to his arms. I had seen his muscles from a distance and now I could feel them with my hand.

His muscles were hard, his skin was soft, yet firm. I knelt down before taking another fistful of oil. Baba sat up straight and pushed his chest out, giving me room to oil his torso. Just like his shoulders and arms, his chest was muscular and well defined. His stomach was almost flat with just a bit of fat, which was okay, considering his age. His muscles and the thick patch of hair on his torso felt different, but good.

“Hmmmm… your hands are soft, but you know how to do a deep massage, Shalu…” Baba said appreciatively.

“Hehe… thanks Baba… I used to do this to Rahul quite often but now apply oil to him only on Diwali morning,” I replied.

I tried to maintain a sense of composure, but inside I was burning. My body felt hot, I had goosebumps already and my pussy was throbbing and leaking. I looked in the mirror behind him and saw my cheeks had turned red from a flush of blood.

After I finished oiling his torso, I stood up and went behind him. I then took the bowl of oil and started pouring the oil directly onto his back. It needed a good quantity, as he was large. I then started rubbing his back, pushing my fingers deep into his skin.

“Ummm… that’s good… that’s the spot…” he moaned.

I slowly rubbed the oil all over his back, focusing on his shoulders and arms and then sliding down to his back. I spent a few minutes massaging his back.

“Done Baba… now you can have a bath.” I said as I stood up.

“We are not done. What about my legs?” he said with a mischievous smile.

“Can’t you do it by yourself?” I pleaded.

“Bet is a bet. I won, and you lost. Now be a gracious loser and finish what you started,” he said tersely.

Son and father are both so competitive, I thought. Rahul too loved a challenge and would enjoy making me work after winning. “Okay Baba,” I replied.

“How about you sit on the stool and I will stand. That way, you can massage my legs easily,” he said before standing up.

Baba then held my hand and guided me to the stool. I sat on the stool and he stood in front of me, barely half a foot away. His langote covered crotch was right in front of me. I looked up at him and he gestured to me with his raised eyebrows to continue.

With a palm full of oil, I started massaging his feet, slowly moving up his legs. They were remarkably muscular and his calves were firm because of years of regular exercise and the physical nature of his work. I spent some time massaging his calves and shins. I looked up at him now and then and he looked back at me with a smile – a rather triumphant smile.

The house was empty and I, a 35 year old married woman, was massaging my 60 year old father-in-law’s legs, in his bathroom. My father-in-law had just a thin loin cloth covering his crotch, whereas I had a flimsy cotton nighty on with my legs showing as I had pulled by my gown up to my knees for ease of movement.

“I am sorry, I have a very hairy body,” he said, looking down at me.

“Why are you sorry, Baba?” I asked curiously.

“Young girls like you find hairy men repulsive, don’t they?” he asked.

“Haha… the media has brainwashed our generation with hairless men, so…” I said, shrugging.

“But a hairy body is a sign of high testosterone,” he said.

“Yes… I have heard that…” I replied, trying to gauge the direction of the conversation.

By now my hands were roaming freely on his thighs, massaging them with oil. I was careful not to let my hands wander close to his crotch. I had stolen a few glances, and his erection was obvious. Unlike last night, he was not only a few inches away from me and this time, he wasn’t wearing a lungi. I could clearly make out his erect phallus under the thin cloth of the langote.

“And men with high testosterone also have a high libido,” he said suggestively.

“Ah… so that’s why Rahul has a hairy body too… no wonder he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself,” I replied teasingly, steering the conversation in a completely different direction.

“Ah… yes… yes… that may be the reason,” Baba said, stumbling for words, clearly taken aback.

“Can you turn on the hot water tap, Baba?” I asked, continuing the massage. He turned on the tap and the hot water started pouring into the bucket next to us.

A couple of minutes passed in silence as I continued massaging his thighs and legs and he kept watching me. I kept stealing glances at his tightly bound erection, unsure if he knew I was. This time his penis was forming a tent in his langote, but rather than straight up, it pushed back against his groin. It looked like a cucumber stuffed sideways under the langote. But the cloth was thick, which is why I could only make out its contour and couldn’t see it properly.

I had to resist a powerful urge to touch it. My hands wandered near it, with the tip of my fingers brushing against the lower end of the langote. Every time my hands reached near, I could see his erection strain against the langote, as if trying to burst out. I could feel goosebumps rise on his body and on mine too.

‘It looks as long as Rahul’s, but… is it really that thick?’ I wondered. Maybe the cloth was adding to the appearance of its unusual girth, I thought.

The bucket was now full and overflowing with warm water. I stopped the massage and stood up. “Baba… why don’t you sit on the stool? I will give you a bath today,” I said, pointing to the stool.

Baba looked surprised at my words. He looked at the stool and then at me for a second. “Shalu… the bet was only for an oil massage,” he said.

“Yeah… but I thought I might as well do this, too. Your son doesn’t have the time to get pampered by his wife; I thought maybe you’ll like some pampering in his place,” I replied.

“Hahaha… Unlike my son, I won’t leave chances of being pampered by a pretty lady like you,” he said and enthusiastically sat on the stool.

I stood in front of him with a mug of hot water and poured it on his head. Some of the water splashed on me, making my gown a little wet. After pouring a couple of mugs of water on his head, I took a dollop of shampoo in my hand and started applying it.

“You still have very nice hair, Baba. It’s so thick and smooth. What’s your hair care routine?” I asked him as my soapy fingers ran through his luscious hair.

“Hair care routine? What’s that? It’s just genetics, Beta,” he replied with a chuckle.

“You’re blessed in so many ways,” I said.

“Really… what am I blessed with?” he asked.

“A nice head of hair, a great body, and a great co…” I abruptly stopped before I blurred it out foolishly.

“A great what? What was the last thing?” He probed naughtily.

“A great family… a great family…” I replied and started giggling, and so did Baba.

“Ya, God has been kind to me, but he has been generous to you,” he replied.

“Generous? Ya, I mean I am married into a wealthy family and my husband is a senior bureaucrat,” I replied before I poured a couple of mugs of warm water on his head, washing the shampoo away.

“Yes, but I didn’t mean it that way,” he said.

“Then what?” I asked naively.

“Buddhu… God has been generous to you. He has given you a very beautiful face and a great body,” he replied.

“Great body?? I don’t think that’s true,” I replied dismissively. I sat on my haunches and started applying soap on his body. I was now face to face with him as my hand roamed freely on his body, soaping it.

“Don’t be so modest, Shalu. You know you have a great body,” he replied.

Even though I tried sounding modest, Baba was right. God had been generous to me. I am five and a half feet tall, taller than most Indian women. My Indian genes have given me a head full of thick, luscious hair which flows down to my back. I wasn’t fair like a kashmiri or a pahadi girl, but my slightly dark complexion added to my radiant, expressive eyes and a sharp nose. I have full, pink lips, which my husband loves to kiss and munch on.

In college, I was known as the skinny girl with big tits. My 32C breasts looked large for my petite frame, but after marriage and motherhood, my body filled up in the right places. My breasts grew to 34C. I went from wearing a size 28 pant to size 36. Fortunately, my stomach stayed relatively flat, and the growth happened mostly in my butt and thighs. Hair was always sparse on my body, even in the pubic area, and I made sure to remove it regularly, making my skin smooth, unblemished, and flawless. I had become what my husband teasingly called a MILF.

“It’s not Rahul’s high testosterone levels to blame, you know?” he said, breaking the silence.

“Huh…what?” I fumbled as he broke my chain of thought.

“There is more than one reason why Rahul can’t keep his hands off you,” he said.

“Accha? And what is it?” I asked.

“With a woman like you around him, it would be near impossible for men to resist the temptation, and that includes me,” he replied shamelessly.

I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. He looked at me and winked. My soap coated hands were on his chest as we continued staring at each other.

“You’re such a flirt, Baba…” I said with a giggle and playfully threw a handful of water on his face. He turned his face away laughing and then started splashing water on me, too. We splashed water on each other, laughing and giggling like teenagers. He grabbed the mug and was about to pour the water on me when I pushed him away and tried running out of the bathroom. He tried grabbing my hand and pulling me back, but my soapy, slippery hands slipped out of his grip and I ran to the door.

“Hey… we are still not done here,” he called out.

I stopped at the bathroom door and looked back at him. He was covered in soap with just the wet, flimsy langote around his hip. I giggled looking at him and said, “Resist the temptation,” and walked out.

When I walked into my room, I thought Baba would follow, but luckily, he didn’t. He quietly finished his bath and got ready to go out. Baba knew he was treading a thin line and pushing it too far too early was unwise. He called me from the courtyard and told me he was going out for work and would be back by evening.

I was extremely aroused and turned on. He was flirting with me openly, and I responded to his advances. I feared falling to the temptation myself, having spent the entire morning with my stud father-in-law, watching his body closely and then touching his body during the bath. I spent the whole time aroused and dripping wet.

I was going to masturbate and relieve my arousal, but before I could, I heard the horn of the bus. Aai and the rest of the family were back. I quickly changed my clothes and went down to meet them. I spent some time with them and then went for a bath before proceeding with the rest of the day.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Baba came back by sunset and joined the family. We exchanged glances and smiles occasionally but kept our distance.

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Wow. Amazing story. Love it. Please continue

[dickrider]

After dinner, the family dispersed with some men in the living area, ladies in the courtyard. Baba decided to go to bed early. Aai and the ladies decided to stick around and talk. I stayed with them for a while before retiring to my bed.

“Shalini beta. I’ll sleep in your room tonight. Your Baba has already gone to sleep and I don’t want to disturb his sleep. I hope you don’t mind,” Aai asked.

“That’s alright Aai. You can sleep in our room. Good night everyone,” I replied before heading upstairs.

I soon fell asleep on my bed. I woke up when Aai came in sometime later. She slept on the right side of the bed but after some time, walked out after Durga mavshi called her. The lights of the bedroom were off, and it was pitch dark. I soon drifted to sleep.

As I drifted into a deep sleep, my aroused and deprived mind started dreaming; wet dreams. Dreams about me and Rahul making love. It had been a long time since we had been intimate, and today’s flirtatious morning had turned me on.

In this dream, I was lying on the bed and Rahul was near my feet, caressing my legs.

“Hey darling. It’s been a long time since we did it. I couldn’t handle it today. I need you,” Rahul whispered.

“Hmmmm… it’s been a long time indeed. I’ve been craving you as well… I need you too…” I groggily replied.

“Let me help you,” he whispered back. I felt his hand gently slide my gown up to my waist.

“Hmmm… hehe… help yourself darling…” I whispered back. “Aaaaah…” I sighed as I felt his finger rubbing against my pussy. My already soaked panties were sticking to my skin.

“Wow… you’re ready tonight,” he whispered.

“Hihihi…” I giggled before turning around and lying down on my back. I felt him shuffle between my legs. He then tucked his finger under the crotch of my panties and pulled them to the side, exposing my pussy.

“You’re in a hurry today,” I whispered with a giggle.

“Ohhh yes I am…” he said before pulling my legs up and placing them behind his back.

I heard him shuffle around a bit before I felt the warm tip of his hard cock pressing against my pussy, ready to penetrate.

“Aaah… yess… Fuck me Rahul,” I moaned, still sleepy.

“Yess… Suman… I am… huh??? Rahul?”

The moment I heard Suman, I woke up and opened my eyes wide.

“Who are you?” I said as I started moving my hands around, touching his face. I felt the face with my hands before I touched the moustache.

“Baba!!!!” I yelled, but he quickly held his hand against my mouth, shutting me up.

“Shalini???” Baba croaked.

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