Adultery The Sasur-Bahu Saga

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[dickrider]

“Hmmmppffff…” I moaned.

“What the fuck! Where is Suman? I thought she was sleeping here?” he asked anxiously.

“Ummpfff…” I moaned again.

“Shalini… don’t scream please… I didn’t do this on purpose. I thought you’re Suman. Please don’t shout. I will remove my hand from your mouth,” he pleaded.

“Hmmm…” I replied.

He slowly and anxiously removed his hand and placed it next to my head.

“Aai was here. She was going to sleep here but then Durga mavshi called her and she left,” I told him.

“Shit. I didn’t know that. She usually sleeps on the right side of the bed. So I thought she was here. Why didn’t you stop me?” he asked.

“I was sleeping, maybe dreaming. I thought you were Rahul, and it’s too dark to see. That’s why I called out his name,” I explained.

We were talking in whispers. There was no one in the room besides us, but there were people elsewhere in the house. We couldn’t risk being caught like this.

“Well… this is awkward… I am so sorry… I should leave,” he said.

“I am sorry too and yes… you should go before someone sees us like this,” I replied.

He said he was going to leave but didn’t get up and I had asked him to leave, but my feet were still locked behind his back. Even through the confusion, my pussy was still moist. For the first time in months, I had a man so close to me. The mind knew it was my father-in-law, but my body only saw a man and no relations.

We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, looking at each other. By now, our eyes had gotten used to the darkness and we could see each other.

“I will go now,” He finally said a couple of minutes later and started to move away.........

Just then, we heard the giggling of women outside the room. It sounded like Aai and Durga Mavshi. They were right behind the door. We froze in fear and I clung to him, deathly afraid of being caught.

Baba quickly reached back and pulled the blanket over us, covering us entirely. He then laid my legs flat on the bed and then spread them a little. He then quickly got between my legs and laid down flat on top of me and pulled the blanket over his head, only keeping my head above the blanket. This way, it would appear that only I was under the blanket. The dark room and the dark brown blanket would make it difficult to figure out if someone else was under it.

His quick thinking saved us because a few seconds later, we heard the door open slowly. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard no one walk in, so I opened my eyes slightly and saw Aai peeping inside the room. She looked at me for a second before looking back.

“Durga… she’s sleeping. Let’s not bother her,” she said before slowly closing the door. Once I heard the click of the closing door, I sighed in relief. We were an inch away from an absolute disaster.

“Is she gone?” I heard a whisper from under the blanket.

“Yes, for now,” I said before pulling the blanket over my head.

“Wheewww… that was close,” he whispered.

“Baba… can you please get up a little? I can’t bear your entire weight.” I squirmed under the weight of his entire body.

“Ohh… sorry…” he replied before he raised himself a little on his arms. His face was still on my breasts.

“Uhhh… Baba… it’s okay now, you can come up a little,” I said, a bit awkwardly.

“Okay,” he replied before slowly inching upwards till he faced me. Now his face was just a few inches above mine.

We stared at each other blankly for a few moments. It was awkward but also arousing. My body was reacting accordingly. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy moisten, and when I felt his cock ‘accidentally’ brush against my pussy, I realised that he was erect as well.

“They’re still outside,” he whispered, responding to the sounds of chitchat and laughter from the ladies outside.

“Hmm… ya, it’s not safe to leave,” I concurred.

“It’s painful to stay like this. Can I move a little?” He asked a minute later. His forearms were taking the weight of his body and he had been in that position for some time now.

“Yes, Baba.” I replied.

He slowly pulled his legs up, folding his knees. He then slid his knees under my thighs. His thighs were now bearing his weight while my thighs were now on his thighs, extending my legs behind his back. But by doing that, he brought his crotch right in line with mine. His cock was now resting on my abdomen. I could feel it an inch above the waistband of my panties. It was definitely erect and definitely long.

“Aaah, that’s a relief,” he said, not addressing the elephant in the room that was his naked, erect cock being so close to my naked, wet pussy.

The stuffy room, the thick blanket overhead, the fear of being caught and the obvious erotic tension that had built up had both of us sweating. I could see droplets of sweat pool on his forehead. I swiped his forehead with my palm and rubbed it against his arm.

“You’re sweating,” I said, trying to justify the move. “Your arms are strong Baba…” I said, running my hands along his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Haha… thank you… I proved it to you in the morning that I can still do a hundred pushups,” he quietly chuckled. He then moved his hands to my arms. He gently squeezed and caressed them and said, “You have beautiful arms. Not too soft and not too firm.”

“Thank you. I also work hard to maintain them,” I replied playfully.

“I am sure you do. I have seen you take good care of yourself the last time we visited you,” he said, still caressing my arms.

“I noticed you were observing my workout routine closely,” I said teasingly, to which he laughed. He placed his hand on my forehead and swiped it across, wiping the sweat.

“You’re sweating as well, Shalu,” he said before putting his hand under the blanket and placing it on my left breast to wipe the sweat off.

“Haaa…” I gasped as I felt his hand squeeze my left breast.

“I needed something to wipe my hand and since you’re wearing a sleeveless gown, I had no choice,” he said, still keeping his hand on my breast, palming it under the pretext of wiping his hand.

I didn’t respond to his bold move and behaved as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Though it made me visibly tremble, we both did not acknowledge it.

“You never called me Shalu before,” I said.

“Ya… I thought of doing so now. I like the name Shalu… sounds cute,” he explained.

“Ya, I like that too. But call me Shalu only when we’re alone. You don’t want Aai and Rahul noticing the sudden change,” I said

“You call me Vishwanath or even Vishu… but only when we are alone,” he said.

“Oh, so nice of you… But I prefer Baba. It sounds cute,” I replied in the same vein.

“Haha…that’s okay. Call me Baba,” he replied. His hand was still on my breast. He had moved from gently palming my breast to gently squeezing it.

“I am sure your hand is dry now, Baba,” I said with a giggle.

“Hehe… yes it is… but I like how this feels,” he replied, shamelessly pawing at his daughter in law’s breast. I did not reply or turn him down and that made him bolder. He cupped my breast and gave it a squeeze.

“Ummmm… Babaa…” I squirmed as I felt his palm brush against my erect nipple. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, which I am sure he noticed.

“Does it hurt?” He asked. I chose not to reply.

He squeezed it a little harder and repeated the question. “Does it hurt?”

“Noooo….” I replied.

“Then how does it feel?”

“Gooooddd…” I sighed.

He continued squeezing my left breast for some time and then cupped my other breast with his other hand and repeated his actions. I continued to sigh and writhe as he continued to play with both my breasts.

“Can I move my hands a bit? Staying in this awkward position has stiffened them,” I said after some time.

“Sure.” He said, moving a little, giving me space to pull my hands from under him. I stretched my hands out before placing them on his shoulders.

He was now gently pinching and twisting my nipples over my gown. My eyes were closed, and my head was moving from side to side in pleasure. I moved my hands down his shoulders, over his back.

“Baba… you’re sweating a lot,” I said before pushing my hands under his vest and pulling it up to his chest. I caressed his sweat drenched back as he continued playing with my tits. My hand moved lower, and I first slid my fingers under his lungi and then the rest of my hands. I reached down to grab his butt and gave it a squeeze. His butt was surprisingly tight for a man his age.

“Aaaahaa…” he sighed when I caressed his ass and felt his cock twitch wildly, bouncing excitedly on my abdomen.

As my hands moved around his waist, the knot of his lungi came undone. He quickly straightened himself and I pushed it down his legs. He shuffled a bit and got rid of it. Baba was now completely naked from his waist down under the blanket. My gown was pushed up to my chest and my drenched underwear was tucked to the side. His cock was dangerously close to my aching, wet pussy.

His left hand let go of my breast and slowly moved down. It stopped at my naked waist and gave it a gentle squeeze, making me tremble and sigh. His hand then slowly moved down, passing my abdomen.

“Aaah….” I moaned when I felt the tip of his finger touch my engorged clit. I was surprised how easily he had found it in the dark.

His finger slowly moved up and down the length of my pussy, making me moan and sigh at the delicate touch. I moved my hands down to caress his naked butt before bringing them to the front. My right hand slowly slid down, gliding down his shaft before winding around it in a firm grip. My left hand slid further down and cupped his balls.

“Aaahh… Shaluuuu…” He moaned as my warm, soft hands held his hot rod.

In the morning I had gauged his cock to be massive but couldn’t be sure as it was covered by the langote, but now that I could feel his naked meat, I realised I had guessed correctly. I probed his cock with my hand and found it to be long, thick, and firm. My fingers felt a bush of thick pubic hair at the base of his shaft. His balls were large and heavy, most probably full of cum, waiting to erupt.

Baba’s finger probed my vagina. He flicked my clit, slid his finger down to my hole, and then to my anus. He then came back to my clit and started playing with it. I started playing with his cock by sliding his foreskin back and forth.

“Ummm….” I moaned as his finger expertly wriggled on my clit.

“Aaaahh…” he sighed as I slid his foreskin back and forth and fondled his balls.

We slowly started picking up pace, pleasuring each other with our hands. We were both moaning, sighing, and shaking under the blanket. Even in that state of ecstasy, we were careful to keep our volume low.

“Aaah… hmmppffff…” I moaned and bit my lips as he inserted a finger inside my pussy and started ploughing it back and forth. My hands started working on his cock faster, wringing his meat.

“Aaah… Shalu… that feels so good…” he whispered in pleasure.

“Aaaahh… Babaaaa…” I managed to moan.



The day’s arousal had worked both of us up nicely and we were close to cumming. We both started shaking as our orgasms approached. We were getting close with each stroke and were about to burst when we heard the doorknob turn.

We quickly disengaged, and Baba literally jumped out of the bed and hid behind it. A moment later, Aai peered inside.

“Shalini… are you awake?” she whispered. I pretended to wake up just then and sat up. I couldn’t see her face properly, with the light in the background shining brightly.

“I woke up and when you called me. What happened, Aai? Is everything okay?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“Yeah, yeah… everything is fine. Durga mavshi was wondering if you wanted to join us ladies for a chat,” she asked, still standing at the door.

“No Aai. I’m too tired. I will sleep. Tomorrow is a very busy day. You carry on,” I replied.

“Yeah… tomorrow is going to be very hectic. I think I will also go to sleep. Let me tell them. I’ll be back in ten minutes. You go to sleep, beta,” she said before closing the door.

I quickly turned to my side and looked under the bed. Baba quickly sat up.

“She will be back now. You need to leave. How are you going to leave without running into her?” I asked in a state of panic.

“Don’t worry about me. You go to sleep,” he said before getting up. He grabbed his lungi from the bed and quickly tied it around his waist and quietly walked towards the balcony. He quietly closed the balcony door from the outside.

I breathed a sigh of relief and fell back on the bed. I was terrified but still horny and needed an orgasm to sleep peacefully. I quickly worked my pussy and came in a few seconds, thinking about what had just transpired. After I was done, I quickly tidied my clothes and turned to the side and closed my eyes. Before Aai could return, I fell asleep.

[StoryReader1]

Please continue

[ananth1986]

Just foreplay.
Shalu and Baba keep us on edge.
Thank you.

[dickrider]

“This patch of the road is a bit bumpy so hold on,” Baba said as he slowed down the car on the highway.

We were on our way to the bride’s village, where the wedding was to be held in two days. The wedding party consisted of two cars and a bus. The first car, a Toyota Innova, had me, Baba, and Aai. The second car was a Ford Endeavour with my brother-in-law Nikhil, and a couple of his friends. The bus was filled with the extended family and followed the cars.

Since it was a five-hour drive to the bride’s village, we set out early in the morning, hoping to be there for the lunch hosted by the bride’s family. Baba sat in the front seat next to the driver, whereas Aai and I sat in the back. I was behind Baba’s seat and Aai was behind the driver.

We stopped for a small break after a couple of hours. Everyone had breakfast and a bathroom break before we set out again. This time, Baba was at the wheel while the driver sat next to him. Baba loved driving and when he had to travel long distances, he preferred it to taking the train or a flight.

Aai had trouble travelling by road. She would get motion sick and usually tried to sleep through the drive. Right now, she was sitting to my right with her eyes closed and head leaning back on the car seat. She was fast asleep, having woken up at dawn.

“Woah… that was a big pothole,” I cried out as the car drove through a rather deep pothole.

“Sorry beta but the road is too bad. This road had been washed away during the monsoon floods. They haven’t fixed it yet,” Baba said. The road was bad, with deep potholes and bumps everywhere. The body of the car rolled and everyone inside moved like bop bags.

I was wearing a saree. Since I was the senior daughter-in-law of the family and we were going to go straight to the bride’s house with no time to change my clothes, I preferred to wear a silk saree. The rolling motion of the car made the pallu of my saree slide down and fall on my thighs, exposing my blouse-covered chest.

I picked up the pallu and flung it over my shoulder and was adjusting it when I noticed Baba’s gaze through the rear-view mirror. My deep cut blouse showed a lot of cleavage and within a second or two, Baba’s hungry eyes were on it like a predator locking in on a prey. He gave me an impish smile while I smiled back kittenishly.

I was wearing a rose pink silk saree with a golden border. The blouse I was wearing was deeply cut, which honestly was a bit inappropriate for the occasion, but I thought my pallu would cover my chest. I hadn’t considered my incorrigible father-in-law and his perverted gaze.

I looked over at Aai, who was in a deep slumber. She wasn’t feeling good anyway and the bad road only made it worse. I then glanced at the left side mirror and saw that the driver wouldn’t be able to see me since the mirror was tilted away from me, towards Baba.

I slowly pulled my pallu aside, just enough to give him a glimpse of my deep cleavage before sliding the pallu back into position. Baba looked into the rear-view mirror at me and then looked ahead to the road. I then slowly slid the pallu back, exposing a little more of the deep valley between my breasts and kept it there for a couple of moments longer. Baba was looking at me hungrily. Thank God the bad road made Baba drive slowly, and sparse traffic made it safer. I covered up again and simpered, looking at my horny and helpless father-in-law as he shuffled restlessly in the driver’s seat.

I was equally turned on by such a perverted situation. My mother-in-law was sitting next to me, the driver was sitting in front of me and I was giving glimpses of my cleavage to my father-in-law who was driving. It was dangerous, but equally arousing. I kept checking Aai and the driver to see if they were noticing our decadent play.

Baba tilted the rear-view mirror downward, giving him a clear view of my chest and face. I sniggered as he did that and dropped my pallu for a few seconds, allowing him to give my cleavage and my well proportioned, blouse covered breasts a good look.

Every time I showed him my cleavage, he slowed down the car to look at it and sped up the car after I covered it.

This happened a few times, and the driver asked, “What happened, Saheb? Is the car okay?”

“Yeah yeah… the car is okay… it’s just that I slow down before a bad path of the road,” he replied as an excuse.

“The bad patch will end shortly. The road from here is in very good condition,” the driver replied.

“Good… so we can get there on time,” Baba said, turning his attention back to the road.

Our perverted game of peekaboo came to an end soon. The bad patch of road ended and Baba started driving fast, and Aai woke up.

[dickrider]

We reached the bride’s village in a couple of hours. The hosts had made arrangements for us to stay in a house some distance from their own, closer to the venue of the wedding.

The hosts welcomed us at the house and after the pleasantries were exchanged, all of us were escorted inside. This house was similar to ours in its layout, but a little smaller. We all were allotted our rooms, and I got a room on the ground floor and Aai and Baba got a room next to mine. The rest of the family was given rooms on the first floor.

After freshening up, everyone assembled in the dining room. The hosts had hired a caterer for us and all arrangements were already done. There were two long dining tables laid out for us, with each table hosting 12 people. Nikhil took the first seat as the groom while I sat next to him. Aai sat opposite to Nikhil, while Baba sat in front of me. The table was covered with a tablecloth which flowed down to the floor on each side.

The mood was jolly and everyone was enjoying the elaborate and delicious food offered. As I was eating, I felt something against my feet. I looked at Baba, who was busy eating and talking to Nikhil and Aai. I thought it was an accidental touch and didn’t respond. After a few seconds, I felt his foot on mine. This time, he kept it there for a second or two. This time, it was deliberate. I looked at him and he passed me a glance, but continued eating and talking to everyone. I could feel the ball of his foot and the toe on my soft skin. I playfully kicked his foot away and went on behaving as though everything was normal.

A minute later, I felt his foot again, but this time, he moved his foot up and down my right foot. I looked at him; he was looking at Nikhil and talking. I could feel goosebumps on my body. I stopped eating for a second and continued looking at him. I wondered why he was taking such risks here? Luckily, the long flowing tablecloth hid his naughty act.

“What happened, beta?” Aai asked, as she noticed me pausing.

“Nothing Aai… just listening to your conversation,” I replied, trying to sound normal even as he caressed my foot.

Aai nodded and started eating again. Baba looked at me fleetingly and gave me a naughty smile. I bit my lip as I felt his toe slowly sliding up to my ankle and then slowly inch up a little. That was enough to jumpstart my arousal. I had been in a sensitive state of semi arousal ever since I had come here and the mutual masturbation session from two nights ago only fanned the flames inside me.

I trembled as his toe slowly slid up to my shin, pushing my saree up a little. This time, I didn’t push him away and let him play as he pleased. He started gliding his foot slowly up and down my shin. I decided to play along and placed my left foot over his and slid it up to his ankle. I saw him shuffle a bit and look at me. He was doing a good job of behaving normally and so was I. The table cloth covered everything under our knees, so no one could see our little game of footie under the table.

He was moving his left foot on my right leg and I was gliding my left foot on his left leg. Since he was wearing a pajama under his kurta, I couldn’t move up my foot a lot, but he was smoothly moving his foot up and down my shins since I was wearing a saree.

If I couldn’t play with his legs, I thought of upping the notch. I slid my foot over his pajama covered leg, past his knee and then his thighs before I brushed my toe against his crotch. He visibly shook from my touch, which Aai and Nikhil noticed.

“Kay Aho? What happened?” Aai asked out of concern.

“Nothing… I bit into elaichi…” Baba replied, sounding a bit nervous.

Aai and Nikhil chuckled and went back to eating. All this while, the sole of my foot was pressed against his crotch. I could feel his erection against my foot. I stayed still for a while and then started moving my foot slowly up and down over the length of his erection. Baba, who was about to put a spoonful of food inside his mouth, stopped for a moment, then glanced at me before putting the spoon inside his mouth.

Baba’s foot has stopped moving over my leg while my left foot was caressing his pajama covered cock. I gauged the length of his cock with my foot and then took his cock between my toes to gauge his girth. My toes were stretched painfully as I tried to fit his thickness between them. Baba slid his foot down my leg and pressed it against the toes of my foot. I raised my foot, allowing him to entangle his toes with mine.

I could feel his cock twitch against my foot and I could also feel my pussy throb with erotic excitement of the moment. I was indulging in foot play with my father-in-law with everyone around us inside the bride’s house. It was risky, dangerous, yet so exciting.

We continued eating in that position with my left foot pressed against his cock while toes of his right foot entangled with the toes of my left foot. We disengaged after we finished our meals.

[dickrider]

That evening, at the mehendi ceremony, Nikhil sat in the courtyard surrounded by the ladies of the house, including me. The mehendi artist drew a small mehndi design of Nikhil’s right hand as a formality and then proceeded to draw the mehendi on the ladies’ hands one by one.

The men of the family were in the periphery, looking at all of us, or talking amongst themselves. Baba, too, was among them. He would either sit in a corner for sometime or else spend time talking to relatives, but throughout I could sense his gaze on me. Between conversations and leisure, Baba was looking at me from the corner of his eye. I could feel his lustful gaze on my chaniya choli clad body even from a distance.

When my turn came, I sat with my hands on my thighs and palms facing upwards. The mehendi artist got to work and carved a beautiful design on my hands, which went all the way up to my elbow. She was done in twenty minutes. After she was done, she moved on to the next lady while I sat there, talking and laughing with everyone, waiting for the mehendi on my hands to dry up and set in.

While speaking to everyone, I glanced at Baba and always saw him looking in my direction or when he was speaking to someone, he would stand facing me. Our eyes met often, and knowing smiles were exchanged. Everyone around us was unaware of the brewing affair between a father-in-law and his daughter-in-law.

Sometime later, I looked around to find Baba had gone. I waited for a while and he didn’t return. I excused myself and got up. I checked his room, and the other rooms, but didn’t find him. I finally made my way to the roof and found him sitting in the corner.

“What happened Baba? Why are you here alone?” I asked as I walked towards him.

“Nothing. Just got bored. These wedding rituals have nothing for us men other than showing up,” he replied as he looked towards the open sugarcane fields behind the house.

“Haha… that’s true. But being the groom’s father, you play a very important role,” I replied.

“Yes, on the day of the wedding. But till then, who do I have to keep me company?” he replied, looking at me.

“There are literally two dozen people in the house to keep you company,” I said.

“Suman is busy with the ladies. Nikhil is in his own world and I’m not in the mood to talk politics with the men at my son’s wedding,” Baba said, shrugging.

“Haha… you can’t blame Nikhil. You forgot the one person who is keeping you company,” I looked at him and smiled.

He looked at me from top to bottom and smiled back.

“You don’t have time. You’re busy like everyone else,” he said, feigning sadness.

“Awww… but I had my attention on you the whole time. I know how you were looking at me,” I said.

“How can anyone ignore you when you were looking so gorgeous in the chaniya choli?” Baba replied.

“Haha… thank you. At least someone praised me,” I said.

“You’re beautiful. The saree you were wearing was beautiful and the deep neck blouse in particular was fantastic,” he said and winked.

“Hahaha…. Liked what you saw?” I asked.

“Oh, yess… and I’d like to see some more,” he remarked, looking at my choli covered breasts.

“This choli isn’t as deep as the blouse, so you won’t get a view like that,” I replied.

“That’s okay… you’re looking gorgeous in this too, and I’m more interested in the full movie rather than the peep show,” he replied shamelessly.

“Hawwwww… you naughty old man,” I said, covering my mouth mockingly and playfully hitting my elbow on his arm. “But tell me… how do I look?” I said before twirling and facing him.

“Breathtaking,” he replied in one word.

“Thank you. This choli is a little tight, though. I bought it a few years ago, and I have gotten a little fat,” I said.

“You’re not fat. You’re voluptuous. Nice, curvy, perfect distribution of…” Baba described my body as he leered at me hungrily.

“Stop it, you horny fox,” I cut him off with a chuckle. “By the way… how did you get down from my balcony that night?” I asked him, changing the topic.

“What? C’mon… I praised you so much and you won’t say anything for this old man? How do I look?” he asked.

He was wearing a cream colored cotton kurta and pajamas. The kurta was a little loose, but his lean frame was evident.

“You’re a handsome man, Baba. You look good in whatever you wear,” I replied, praising him.

“Thank you. And how would I look if I’m not wearing anything?” he asked, smiling wickedly with raised eyebrows.

“Hahaha… how would I know? I haven’t seen you like that,” I said, suppressing my laugh.

I hadn’t seen him naked, but I had seen enough to know how good he looked without clothes. That night I also touched his cock, which I knew would look impressive on his already impressive body. This conversation was clearly having an effect on us. I could already see signs of a building erection under his pajamas and I was pressing my thighs together to control my arousal.

“That morning you saw me in just a langote. So there wasn’t much left to imagine,” he replied, echoing my thoughts.

“Baba, you’re incredibly fit. I won’t be lying when I say I haven’t seen a man as fit as you. And I am sure whatever is left to see is better than imagination,” I replied.

“Aren’t you curious?” he asked, stepping closer to me.

“I… uhh… I am,” I stumbled with my reply as he stood so close to me.

We both looked at each other. I could see the flame of desire burning in his eyes and I’m sure he saw one too in my eyes.

“But you didn’t tell me how you escaped that night,” I said before stepping back. I changed the topic. This was risky territory, and being caught would be worse than a nightmare. He too realised it and backed off.

“Haha… well… I got down using the pipe near your balcony. My bedroom is directly below yours so I sneaked in and out of your room using that pipe,” he replied.

“Hahaha… you’re like a ninja,” I teased him.

“Haha… a childhood of climbing trees and a decade in the army taught me how to climb,” he replied proudly.

“How’s my mehendi?” I asked, sitting next to him and extending my hands towards him. The mehendi was of an intricate design going from my fingertips right up to my elbow.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, looking at it.

“But waiting for it to dry is such a pain. My back is itching and I can’t do anything about it,” I replied, irritated.

“Don’t worry, I’ll scratch your back. Tell me where,” he replied.

“Yes please,” I said, turning my back towards him. “It’s in the middle of the back,” I said as I felt his fingers start to explore.

“Yeah… to the left… no… little lower… yesss that’s it…” I moaned in relief as he scratched my back.

“Can you go a little lower? It’s itching there too,” I said. The hot weather and heavy lehenga gave me an itch.

“Here?” he asked as he scratched my lower back.

“Yess…” I moaned in relief.

“How about here?” he said as he moved his hand to my waist and squeezed it.

“Hahaha…” I laughed as he tickled my waist.

“And how about here?” he said as he brought his hand down to my butt and pinched it.

“Aaah… hahahaha… stop it…” I got up and moved away. “I don’t have an itchy butt,” I said, poking my tongue out. I turned around and left, giggling on my way out

[Payal]

Very nice story

[ananth1986]

Slowly seducing DIL.
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[dickrider]

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[dickrider]

That evening, the family organised a sangeet program. Sangeet doesn’t happen in Marathi weddings and is a staple for north Indian weddings. But Bollywood overdose had spilled into everything and now Sangeet was part of all weddings across India. Sangeet isn’t a formal ceremony. It is nothing but a family get together where everyone sings, dances, drinks and has a good time. It’s like a party before the wedding.

Sangeet started at nightfall. The courtyard of the house was decorated with ornamental lights, there was loud music playing, and everyone, especially the ladies, was singing and dancing. Baba had arranged drinks for the evening and after a few drinks, even the men joined the ladies. Everyone danced, sang and had a gala time as the night progressed and drinks flowed.

After dancing for over an hour, I got tired and sat down on a chair in the corner, and watched everyone dance. I had a glass of vodka in my hand and I didn’t know how many glasses I had downed before this one, but I could feel a buzz.

As I watched, I noticed Baba and Nikhil were missing. ‘Where is the groom?’ I wondered. I got up and started looking for them. I checked every room on the ground floor but did not find them. I then went to the first floor and checked every room but didn’t find them there either.

‘Maybe they are on the roof,’ I thought after seeing Baba there in the morning.

I slowly climbed the wooden stairs and by now I was clearly buzzed from the alcohol, but not dead drunk. I was still in my senses.

I finally found them in the corner of the roof, sitting on chairs facing each other and a table between them. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and both men were drinking it in glasses. I also saw a cigarette in Nikhil’s hand as he smoked. I looked closely and noticed it wasn’t a cigarette, it was a joint! Now that was news to me. I knew men in this family drank occasionally and never smoked, but seeing Nikhil light up a blunt was a surprise, and in front of his father!

What was even more shocking was when he passed the join to Baba. Baba inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke. I checked again and yes, it indeed was a joint. I had spent enough years in a college hostel and I knew it was blunt when I saw it. It was too crudely made to be a cigarette.

“Nikhil… Baba… what the hell!” I shouted as I walked towards them. “Is that marijuana?” I went up to Nikhil, shouting. I’m sure no one downstairs heard me in the loud music.

Nikhil was shocked and almost fell out of his chair. After all, I was his older Bhabhi but Baba was calm and relaxed and just looked at me with a smile.

“Vahini… uhh…” Nikhil struggled to reply.

“You’re getting married in a couple of days and here you are smoking drugs. Is this what you want Niharika to see? Shameless boy?” I reprimanded him.

He helplessly looked at his father and then at me. Baba chose to keep quiet and keep a stern face. If Nikhil was high before, he definitely got sober in a minute.

“Your entire family is downstairs and you’re here with your father drinking and doing drugs,” I scolded. “Go down and be with the family. Your mother would like you to be with her. Go now,” I commanded him.

Nikhil looked at his father, pleading with him with his eyes, but Baba only gestured him to go. I looked at him sternly as he left the roof and followed him to the stairs.

“You go down. I’ll now deal with your father,” I said. Nikhil went downstairs, and I went back to the roof.

“Is he gone?” Baba asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Haha… yeah…” I replied as I sat on the chair facing him.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on him,” Baba replied as he inhaled deeply.

“And what was I supposed to say? That I would like to speak to your father in private?” I asked.

“What if he comes back and sees you drinking with me?” he asked as he took the empty glass from my hand and started pouring a drink.

“I’ll tell him I was joking,” I replied. Baba poured a drink, added two ice cubes, and handed me the drink.

“I didn’t know you smoke weed,” I said as I took a sip of whiskey.

“Very rarely. Last time I smoked was your wedding,” he replied, inhaling a kash.

“Aah… so this is a pre wedding ritual,” I said.

“Haha… sort of,” he replied before throwing the joint away.

“Why aren’t you downstairs?” I asked him.

“I was… I danced, I sang, I had a good time, but I really enjoy a drink when I’m alone,” he replied.

“You weren’t alone.”

“Nikhil joined me sometime back. He also came looking for me like you did.”

“What were you guys talking about?”

“Nothing… just father son talk.”

“Aah… a pre wedding pep talk?”

“Haha… yeah, kind of.”

“And what wisdom did you share, oh wise father,” I said teasingly.

“Hahaha… tips on how to navigate life after marriage. What to do… what not to do…”

“So what should a good husband do and not do?”

“A husband should be a man, a provider, a supporter. He should take care of his family. He should take care of his wife’s needs, be it financial, emotional, and physical. Especially physical,” he replied, emphasizing physical.

“Yes… that’s very important. A happy wife is a good wife. Happiness comes from an emotionally available husband, a providing husband, and a husband who satisfies his wife sexually,” I replied, using the word sexually instead of physically.

“Correct. A sexually satisfied wife is an obedient and submissive wife,” he replied proudly.

“Aaaah… So that’s why Aai is so deferential to you?” I asked.

“The values of our times were different; wives from our generation don’t call their husbands by name and are dutiful. And of course, I have satisfied her sexually,” he said.

“Yes, I agree. Your generation is different to ours. How was the sex back then?” I asked teasingly, leaning forward.

“Haha… You’re quite forthright, my dear. Is that a question for a daughter-in-law to ask a father-in-law?” he replied, teasingly.

“Baba… don’t you think we are a bit beyond the father-in-law-daughter-in-law relation? And I’m curious, so indulge me,” I said as I finished my glass of whiskey and held it out.

“Alright, if you’re curious…” he said, leaning forward to pour another drink in my glass. “Sex back then wasn’t as open as today. We didn’t talk about it so openly like you do, but we were as inquisitive and horny as anyone today. We did it and loved it as much as your generation does, but we kept it under wraps and did not flaunt it.”

“We don’t flaunt it, Baba… but we do express our romantic feelings more openly,” I countered.

“Nothing wrong with it. I’m just saying how our generation was,” he said.

“So… tell me about your first night, your first time with Aai,” I asked directly.

“You wanna know everything, don’t you?” He was a bit taken back by the question.

“C’mon… just indulge me,” I persisted.

“I am only answering your questions. When do I get to ask you questions?” he asked.

“What do you want to ask?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“What you ask me, that will be my question for you as well,” he replied with a grin.

He sort of put me in a quandary. I was slightly inebriated and my inhibitions were lowered and I wanted to ask him all sorts of naughty and embarrassing questions and enjoy watching him squirm in embarrassment, but now I would have to answer the same questions.

“Alright,” I replied. I was surprised how easily I had agreed to his condition. “Okay…so how was your first night with Aai?”

He gave a brief reply. “It was good. A memorable night.”

“What the… that’s it?” I replied, annoyed.

“Hahahaha… What do you want to know exactly?” he said, laughing out loud.

“The details… the dirty, naughty details,” I replied.

“There was nothing dirty or naughty. Your Aai was very shy and submissive on the first night,” he reminisced.

“So you did not consummate your marriage that night?” I asked curiously.

“We did consummate,” he replied with a nod.

“Baba… c’mon… You’re being as shy as her right now. I need details,” I said, sounding a bit desperate.

“Okay, okay, but that was a long time ago, so I don’t remember every small detail. We shared our first kiss that night. At first she was hesitant to open her lips but then as I continued kissing her, she parted her lips and soon we ended up in a deep, intense kiss,” he recalled and I listened intently.

By now I was a bit tipsy from the alcohol and weed, and my inhibitions were fast lowering. I was also turned on listening to him.

“I remember taking off her blouse for the first time. She was so shy, she kept her eyes closed the whole time. The lights were off, but I could clearly see her. I remember how soft and tender her bosom felt at the first touch,” he recalled with a smile. Aai was not a busty woman, but she must definitely have had a nice, perky pair of tits back then.

“So, what position did you do it in?” I asked suddenly, which caught him off guard.

“Isn’t that too much detail?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and the glass between his lips.

“Not if you want to know my details,” I replied with a wink.

“Haha… okay… We did it in missionary position. It was our first time, you know…” he said. I sensed some hesitation on his part; after all, he was sharing the most intimate details and with his daughter-in-law.

“Now you tell me about your first night,” he said, putting the ball in my court so to speak.

“Our first night was memorable, too. I was not as shy as Aai because I and Rahul had been intimate before the wedding,” I replied.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. Of course, he was shocked. Premarital sex was a no go for his generation.

“Intimate… I didn’t mean that we went all the way, but we did kiss and all…” I trailed off shyly.

“Hmmm… Continue…” he replied with a smile.

“I also remember the moment I felt his hand on my breasts for the first time. I felt the strength but also the tenderness of his hands,” I said, closing my eyes and recalling the moment with a smile. “Next thing I remember was his mouth on my nipples, sucking them hungrily one by one.”

Baba was shocked by my sudden intimate confession but tried to hide it behind a poker face.

“Your son loves sucking my tits,” I said before drinking a large sip of whiskey.

Baba was being a bit hesitant to share his intimate past, which was why I decided to be as brazen as I could to pull him out of his shell.

“Like father, like son…” he replied.

“You like sucking breasts too?” I asked.

“Of course… Suman had sore breasts the next morning,” he said and chuckled.

“Same here. Your son sucked and squeezed them till they turned sore and red,” I replied and noticed Baba’s gaze on my breasts as I described them. “And what did you do after sucking Aai’s breasts?” It was weirdly arousing asking my father-in-law how he made love to my mother-in-law.

“We undressed, and I tried going down on her, but she steadfastly refused,” he said.

“Aah… So you don’t mind going down on a woman?” I asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“Of course I don’t mind. What made you think that?

“I don’t know… uhh… I just assumed…”

“But Suman wasn’t enthusiastic about it,” he said.

“I and Rahul spent a lot of time pleasuring each other orally,” I said casually.

“Aah… So you don’t mind going down on a man,” he said.

“I don’t mind… Uhhh… Can I make a confession, Baba?” I asked and leaned forward.

“Sure…” he said.

I gestured to him to lean in towards me. He leaned forward, bringing his ear closer to mine.

“I love sucking cock,” I whispered in his ear.

Baba looked at me with wide eyes, full of disbelief and arousal. I too was shocked at how little alcohol I needed to utter something so filthy.

He leaned in to say something to me. I turned my ear towards him.

“I love licking pussy,” he whispered, and we both smiled at each other before laughing.

“You might love that, but Aai didn’t. So how did you manage?” I asked, sitting back.

“Well, she came around after the first night. She complained at first as she thought it was dirty but I managed to convince her,” he replied, sipping his drink.

“Convince her with your tongue?” I replied cheekily.

“Hahahaha… Indeed.”

“So other than missionary, what other positions did you try?” I asked.

“That night, nothing else… But later on, quite a few.”

“Later on, as in on your honeymoon?”

“We didn’t have a honeymoon. I was in the army back then, posted in Himachal Pradesh. So we went there. Every day was a honeymoon.”

“You didn’t tell me more about your first night.”

“That night, other than oral, we didn’t do much. We were tired after a long day and had to wake up early the next morning. We did experiment a lot during our honeymoon, though.”

“Experimenting, huh?”

“Yes. Different positions. Some we liked… some we didn’t, but we tried them all.”

“We too tried a lot of positions during our initial days. What’s your favorite position?” I asked brazenly.

“Doggy style,” he replied instantly.

I blushed hearing him not only because of the unabashed conversation, but because I loved doggy style too.

“What happened?” he asked as he saw me blush.

“Nothing,” I nodded shyly.

“C’mon… just say it.”

“I love doggy style too.,” I replied. The moment he said he loved doggy style, my mind flashed an image of us doing it in doggy style. That fleeting image made me blush even more.

“There’s no need to be so shy, dear. Just speak your mind,” he said, taking a puff of a new joint and passing it to me.

I nodded and leaned forward, took the joint and took a deep puff.

“There’s no pleasure like grabbing a thick butt and pounding it hard,” he said, keeping the joint between his lips.

“A butt like this?” I said and stood up. I stepped up next to the table which was between us and slowly swirled with my butt jutting out, giving him a nice view of my sari covered plump derriere.

“Exactly. A voluptuous woman like you will be perfect for doggy style. Face down… ass up…” he continued, this time going straight at me. He put his hands in the air, like holding a butt between them.

I squirmed as I heard what he said and saw what he did. I felt an instant wet spot on my crotch.

“It goes deeper that way…” I replied.

“Aaah, yes… and it feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded shyly and covered my smile with the glass of whiskey. “Yes… goes balls deep,” I replied.

“Do you like it deep and slow or hard and fast?” he asked.

“A good mix of both… and that with a generous dose of spanking,” I replied, biting my lower lip.

He smirked devilishly, hearing his daughter-in-law confess her deepest carnal desires. I smiled back knowingly. I was shocked at how drastically this conversation has escalated.

“But for deep penetration, one needs to pack a big tool,” I added.

“Do you like it long or thick?” he asked.

“Both… but the girth matters more than the length.”

“How about this?” he asked and stood up. Even on the dimly lit roof, I could see the bulge in his pajamas. This time, his cock was pointing straight out, forming a tent in the fabric.

“I don’t know. It’s too dark to see properly and…” I replied teasingly.

He stepped towards me and stood in front of me. I looked up at him and then at the erection, which was right in front of my face.

“Shalini Beta… Where are you?” We suddenly heard Aai calling me. I had been on the roof for quite a while now and my absence must have been noticed downstairs.

I quickly stood up and was about to walk away when Baba held my wrist. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but it was too tight.

“You didn’t tell me…” he said, looking at me hungrily and with a lecherous smile.

“Tell you what?” I asked, even though I knew what he was referring to.

“My…” he said and looked down at his raging erection.

“I’ll tell you some other time…” I said.

“Now is as good as any other time…” he replied as he started pulling me closer.

“Shalini?” The other ladies joined Aai in calling me.

I jerked my hand away and ran towards the stairs. I looked back at Baba, who was still standing with his erection. I gave him a smile and quickly went to the first floor. From there, I pretended to have walked out of one of the rooms.

“Yes Aai… I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I said.

“Where were you?” she asked from below.

“I was a bit tired. Was resting in this room.”

“Okay, okay. Come down and join us,” she said.

I quickly walked into the bathroom of the bedroom behind me, found a bottle of perfume and mouthwash in the bathroom. I sprayed perfume on my body and rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash to remove the stench of alcohol and marijuana. After tidying myself, I joined the ladies downstairs.

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The rest of the evening was uneventful. I was surrounded by the ladies and we sang, danced and drank till late in the night. Baba, along with the rest of the men, joined us and he kept his distance from me, but had his eyes on me all the time.

Everyone woke up at dawn since the wedding Muhurat was scheduled very early. Everyone was busy getting ready to go to the wedding hall, and I didn’t bump into Baba.

By 7 am, we were at the venue. The bride’s family welcomed us in the traditional way and the wedding party was escorted inside. Nikhil and Aai Baba went on the stage where the pandit started the pooja and other ceremonies of the wedding. I sat on a sofa in the front row facing the stage and watched the wedding. I also mingled with the family as the wedding ceremonies went on.

Even though Baba was occupied with the ceremonies, he would glance at me every now and then. He even gestured to me that I looked very beautiful. I was indeed looking very pretty.

I was wearing a red silk saree with a golden border. I wore the saree perfectly without leaving any creases. The saree hugged my voluptuous figure, especially my butt and the red blouse under my pallu accentuated my bosom. I was wearing light makeup but had a bright red lipstick on. My hair was beautifully done, with a thick braid flowing down to my waist. I noticed quite a few stares on me, especially from the men on the bride’s side, as I walked around.

After a while, the bride was escorted to the stage by her uncle. The priest continued the ceremony. The wedding ceremony was elaborate as per vedic customs. Kanyadaan was followed by the phera and finally the Mangalashtak was recited, followed by the varmala ceremony. By noon, Nikhil and Niharika were finally married.

The wedding was followed by a reception. All the relatives and other guests went on stage to wish the couple well and to take photographs. After all the guests were done, the groom’s family was asked to come on stage for a picture.

We all went on stage. Nikhil and Niharika were sitting on royal wedding chairs while the rest of us stood behind them for the photo. Me, Aai and Baba stood directly behind the couple, the lower halves of our bodies hidden behind the chairs. I was standing to Baba’s left, whereas Aai was to his right. Everyone else was on our flanks. There was nothing behind us other than the screen.

“Everyone… look here…” the cameraman called out.

Just then, I felt Baba’s hand on my butt. He caressed my right cheek before giving it a tight squeeze. I bit my lips and suppressed a giggle as I felt his hand squeeze my butt tightly.

“Ready… Smile!” the cameraman called out again, and the cameras flashed. I’m sure my smile in the photograph was the biggest.

By the time everything wound up and we got ready to go back home, it was 11 pm. Everyone was tired after a long day of festivities and ceremonies, but there was also a sense of joy.

I decided to join the rest of the relatives in the bus because the innova was full of luggage and gifts. Nikhil and Niharika’s car was full of luggage, and Niharika’s sister also joined to drop her to her new home, as was the tradition.

The bus was already full by the time I entered. There were only a couple of seats at the back. I sat down at the window seat and pushed the seat back and tried to relax. Just then, I heard Baba enter the bus as well.

“Nikhil’s car is already full. I asked Niharika’s sister to sit in the innova with Suman. So I thought I’d take a seat on the bus. I hope you don’t mind,” he said politely as he walked towards my seat.

“Can I sit here?” he asked, standing in front of me.

“Sure Baba,” I said, and he made himself comfortable on the seat next to me.

I smiled to myself, knowing fully well that this was just another smart plot by Baba. But I wondered if he was going to try doing something with the entire family right in front of us.

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The bus started the long journey back home. It was a five hour journey and we would reach home near dawn. At first, everyone was talking to each other on the bus. I too spoke to everyone. After some time, one by one, everyone fell asleep. The inside of the bus fell silent, and the driver switched off the cabin lights. I looked at Baba, who smiled at me.

“It’s very cold, isn’t it?” he asked. It was indeed cold, with a strong gust of wind flowing into the bus. I nodded in agreement.

“I have a couple of shawls in the bag. Let me fetch them. It will keep us warm,” he said and stood up. He pulled a bag out of the overhead storage and pulled out the shawls from the bag.

He then handed me one shawl. We wrapped our respective shawls around us and sat quietly for a while. The shawls were big, going down to the knees. They also covered our top halves completely and the darkness inside the bus added to the camouflage.

A couple of minutes later, I felt his hand moving the armrest between us. He pulled it up and tucked it between the seats. He then slowly slid towards me till his arm touched mine. He raised his shawl and wrapped it around us while I opened my shawl, allowing his hands to sneak between us.

I visibly shivered as I felt his hand grazing my thigh. I was wearing a salwar kameez which was comfortable for the long journey while he had changed into a shirt and a trouser. His hand started caressing my thigh, and I instantly felt my pussy twitch. His left hand smoothly caressed my thigh and then slid down to caress my inner thighs. I sighed and closed my eyes as I felt his hand getting closer to my cunt.

I kept my right hand on his thigh and slowly clenched my fist in pleasure, slowly scratching his trouser. He kept caressing my thigh for a few minutes, moving his hand slowly from my knee to almost my hip. This was our first direct contact after that ‘accidental’ night.

I was leaning back on the seat and my legs were stretched out and that gave him access to my entire thigh, which he made sure wasn’t left untouched. I too was moving my hand on his thigh, slowly brushing the edge of my palm against his throbbing erection.

The seats in front of us were occupied, but the occupants were fast asleep. The seats next to us were vacant, and so were the seats diagonally to our right. Baba looked around to check if anyone was up, and when he found the coast was clear, he slowly turned a little to face me. I stayed still, leaning on the seat with my legs stretched out on the footrest.

Not wasting any more time, he slid his hand between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs just enough to accommodate his hand.

“Hmmppfff…” I sighed as I felt his palm cup my vagina.

His right hand started moving up and down my crotch with his fingers pressing into my vagina, while his left hand cupped my right breast and started squeezing it.

I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned back into the seat as I felt his firm hands working on me, but I opened my eyes again and looked ahead to see if anyone was awake and watching us. My eyes were glued to the front, trying to spot any movement in the dark. The entire family was right in front of us and here we were, a father-in-law and daughter-in-law, touching each other under the shawls. The shawls and the darkness gave us a good cover, but the light from the vehicles passing outside lit up the cabin very often. It was risky, outrageous, but equally arousing.

“Don’t worry. I am keeping a watch… You just relax and enjoy this,” he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear.

“Hmmm…” I sighed as I felt his middle finger press and drag over my fully covered vagina.

It wasn’t easy staying relaxed at that moment because Durga Mavshi and her husband were on the seat in front of us, barely a couple of feet away. But Baba’s magical touch was too hard to resist. His hands felt firm but not painful, with just the right amount of pressure. He was kneading my breasts one after the other with one hand while his other hand was firmly on my crotch.

“Hmmffff…” I sighed as he gently pinched my erect nipple. I was sure they were poking out of my clothes.

“Am I going to be the only one working here?” he whispered into my ear.

I got the signal and slowly slid my hand, which was on his thigh till now, over to his crotch. My hand wound around his poking erection and I gave it a gentle squeeze, making him visibly shudder.

We continued to squeeze and caress each other like that for a few minutes before I felt his fingers trying to make their way into my salwar. He tried a couple of times and failed. I let go of his cock and loosened the string of my salwar just enough for him to push his hand inside. His other hand pushed my kurta up and scooped the left breast out of my bra before giving it a firm squeeze. His right hand went straight past my panties and touched my already wet pussy. I bit my lip and tried to stay as quiet as I could as I felt his hands on my naked parts.

My right hand also snaked towards his crotch and gave his raging erection a firm squeeze. He let go of me briefly to unzip his trouser and then got back to kneading my breast and playing with my clit. He didn’t have to spell out what I had to do. I slowly pushed my hand inside his trouser through the open fly and was surprised to grip his naked, throbbing cock. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” I whispered into his ear. He flashed a naughty smile at me.

“You old pervert,” I said as I gripped his shaft tightly, making his gasp.

“You lewd slut,” he whispered back before shoving a finger inside my moist and ready cunt. That made me bite my lips and whimper, but the road noise masked it.

I fished his cock out and started stroking it with my hand, whereas he got busy fingering me. His middle finger went in and out of my pussy while his thumb played with my clit.

We started pleasuring each other right inside the bus with our entire family around us. I kept my lips tightly pursed to avoid making any noise, but he kept his mouth slightly open in pleasure. We got lost in the throes of pleasure, but every now and then, an odd cough from the passengers or some other sound would alert us. We would stop, look around and continue after making sure that the coast was clear. Now and then, he would pull his fingers out of my pussy and lick them hungrily and then above them back inside my waiting hole. I spat on my hand often to lubricate it before jerking his thick tool.

He was playing with my tits so expertly, kneading and squeezing them and pinching my nipples that I wanted to throw the shawls away and pull his mouth on my aching nipples. His cock was leaking precum, which trickled down to my hand. I licked it hungrily and got back to masturbating him. It seemed to have gone on for a long time, but the truth was, we had built up to his moment for a long time. We had both teased and aroused each other through the days of the wedding and, as much I would like to say that we kept going and going, the truth was, our mutual masturbation session must have lasted only five minutes.

I was the first one to go as my body thrashed on the seat. I gripped his hand tightly and pursed my lips with all the strength I could muster to not holler in pleasure. Seeing my orgasmic state, Baba, too, went over the edge and started cumming into my hand. I felt jets after jets of thick, hot cum spilling on my clenched fist and wrist, almost covering my hand in his sticky goo.

We continued bucking and shuddering for a few seconds more till our orgasms ended and we both gave out loud sighs. We both disengaged. I held out my soiled hand in the dim ambient light to find it almost completely covered in his cum. I had nowhere to wipe the jizz, so I started licking the cum off my drenched hand. He watched in near awe as I picked out the globs of his cum with my tongue and swallowed them. He mimicked me by sucking on his wet fingers.

A minute later, my hand was clean. We kept looking at each other, the post orgasmic glow apparent on our faces. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss. Our lips met, and we engaged in a deep, passionate kiss for a few moments before parting.

I fetched a bottle of perfume from my purse and sprayed it around us to mask the stench of our bodily fluids. We sorted ourselves and sat straight in our seats. We tried sleeping because we were both exhausted after a long day.

Even after such a massive orgasm, I still felt aroused and couldn’t sleep. I looked at Baba, who was also awake. We both looked at each other and before he could say anything, I bent down into his lap and flipped the shawls over me. I opened his fly and pulled his already hardening cock out and was about to put it inside my mouth when the bus started slowing down.

“The bus will stop at a hotel for refreshments and bathroom break,” the driver announced. Everyone started stirring in their seats and waking up.

Disappointed, I sat up and moments later the cabin lights were switched on. The bus slowly drove off the highway and into the service lane and stopped at a roadside restaurant.

Everyone stood up and got down from the bus and returned a few minutes later. This time, one of the relatives sat on the aisle next to ours saying his seat was not very comfortable. And with that, Baba and my bus adventure came to an end. We spent the rest of the journey sleeping and finally reached home.

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All the ceremonies of Nikhil and Niharika's wedding were complete. The married couple spent their first night in Nikhil's bedroom. Before the wedding, the bedroom was renovated and now it was the couple's bedroom. I reminisced of the time when I had come home as a new bride, and I too spent my first night in the freshly renovated and refurbished room of my husband.

But my fond memories from over a decade ago were eclipsed by the memories of my liaison with my father-in-law over the last week. I was shocked how quickly it had escalated.

I had noticed Baba's lustful gaze for the first time last year, but I never imagined I'd reciprocate positively. Before this, even though I was in awe of his towering personality and physical fitness; this time around I saw him truly as a man for the first time, and I ended up responding to his advances. I felt a sense of shame and arousal at the same time, but the mixture was confusing yet enticing.

I sat alone in my bedroom, looking through the window at the open fields behind the house. The cool breeze swept into the room, providing relief from the mid-afternoon heat.
The house was quiet after a hectic week of ceremonies and celebration. Everyone was tired and resting. The new couple were busy getting used to each other, and the relatives were one by one going back to their homes. Aai, who was the most excited and the busiest person at the wedding, was dead tired. She spent most of the day resting, only coming out to see off some guests or for meals.

After the last guests left, we all four -- Baba, Aai, Nikhil and Niharika sat for lunch together.

"When is your flight?" Baba asked Nikhil.

"Tomorrow night," he replied. The couple were heading off for their honeymoon. The flight was scheduled from Mumbai, which was six hours away from here by road.

"Alright. I'll drop you two and then come back," Baba said.
"You'll drive alone all the way and back again?" Aai asked out of concern.

"Yes. The driver is on leave, and I'm used to driving long distances. You know how much I love to drive," Baba replied.

"But why do you have to drive so much in one day? You will reach Mumbai in the evening and start your return journey that same night? Why don't you stay the night there and come back the next day?" Aai said, sounding concerned.

She was right. Even if they set out early in the afternoon, they would reach Mumbai by evening, and if Baba drove back without any stoppages, he still wouldn't be back before midnight. Plus, the roads in the countryside were narrow, so driving at night was risky.

"Yeah... you're correct. I'll stay there for a night and head out the next morning. I'll be home for lunch," Baba replied.

"Why don't you come to drop us, Aai? That way Baba will have company," Nikhil interjected.

"No... no... This last month leading up to your wedding has been very hectic. Now I'm tired. Plus, my car sickness will ruin the beginning of your honeymoon," Aai replied.

I was listening to the conversation without contributing to it. I was quietly eating my meal, watching and listening.

"Shalini. Do you want to go with them?" Aai asked.

I stopped eating, looked at Aai and then the rest of them. They were all looking at me, waiting for my answer.

"I don't mind, but you'll be alone here, Aai?" I replied.

"Naa... don't worry about that. The maids are there for company all day, and I'll ask Shaku Bai to stay the night. Anyway, you'll be bored here alone as I'll be resting in my room all day," Aai said.

I looked at Baba, who kept a straight face. I then looked at Nikhil and Niharika. They were smiling. I got along well with Niharika during the wedding, and Nikhil was also dear to me, so they seemed happy about the idea. I was sure Baba's mind was working overtime on this suggestion. Aai was right. Without anything to stay busy, this place was pretty boring. Instead, a road trip was a better idea. And my mind too started concocting naughty ideas as well, which excited me.

"Hmmm... sounds good. I'll go with you, Baba," I said, trying to sound as normal as I could, even though I was aroused with the idea of staying with Baba overnight.

"So that settles it then. I'll book two rooms. We will head out after lunch tomorrow," Baba said, concluding the discussion.