Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 02: Binita & Thakur Meet at Home

Laju looked up and saw that the young daughter-in-law had been transfixed on the spot looking at her father-in-law reduced to a mass of pleasure seeking, spasming flesh. She got up on her haunches and then stood. She held both hands up as one was lathed in the cum and in the palm of that hand she held some of the flow. Her other hand was stained with the white streaks and oil that came from the fisting she had given with that hand. She used her shoulder to shift her pallo into a slightly more respectable cover of her torso, but the signal that her look sent was unmistakable. She was clearly a woman who had been handled by a man and it was impossible to know that she had not been ravaged, fucked and made to cum.

She looked every bit as if all that had happened to her, with her clothes askew, hands full of semen and her face perspiring and flushed.

She brushed past Binita as she went to rinse her hands and arrange herself properly.

"Thakurji, the oil for your head massage is here," she called out to the stretched out, contented man.

"Go, he is waiting,' she said to Binita.

Binita was uncertain on what she should do. She did not want Thakur Hari Singh to know she had witnessed his pleasuring. However, she moved forward confidently, relaxed with the thought that if he was spent he would be harmless.

The night she had and he had fucked in the cowshed like animals was different. On that day, he was just a man and she a woman. Now he was her father-in-law. She would never let anything between them ever happen again. She never wanted to appear before him in any other role than that of a dutiful and conservative daughter-in-law.

Binita walked towards where the Thakur was sitting, her eyes on his broad muscled back. Undoubtedly, that night when they had fucked, her hands had roamed that back, gripping, digging and searching in her wild pulsating passion. She shook those thoughts off as she had done a million times since she got married and entered this house as the daughter-in-law.

She could not afford to let those images of their sexual encounter linger if she was to have a normal married life living in the same house with her husband and his father. It was the father who she had lost her virginity to, just before the marriage.

But in the last few minutes a new image had just been added to her memory. She had just witnessed one of the women on the domestic staff masturbate her father-in-law. Unknown to the lecherous old man, she had observed the two of them as the woman expertly brought him to orgasm. Clearly her father-in-law, Thakur Hari Singh, did this often during his oil bath. Binita had been sent by her mother-in-law with special herbal oil for the Thakur's hair. Laju, the maid had to rush off to clean her hands which were dripping with his semen and left Binita to apply oil to the Thakur's hair.

With his back to the young girl, Thakur had no way of knowing that it was his daughter-in-law who had come in with the hair oil. She was unsure of touching him, knowing the inflammatory chemistry they had shared on their previous close encounter. She tipped the bowl of oil over allowing the hair to be soaked and the oil to run down the back of his neck and his forehead.

Instinctively she put out her hand and her thumbnail caught the trail of oil. The touch of that finger on his skin did not go unnoticed by the Thakur. Reaching behind him, still unable to see who the person was, he grabbed the hands and directed them to his hair, indicating that he wanted the massaging of his head to start.

Binita dug her fingers into the thick hair and rubbed in the oil. She was holding her breath as she felt him, her fingers alive to the memory of his hard and demanding body. She had been a virgin that day when they took each other. Now she had experienced one other man, Thakur Hari Singh's son, her new husband. The son was no match for the father. Neither in how he was endowed, nor in his experience or skill. What is more, the old man had the stamina of a bull, while the son was easily spent, and still more easily exhausted.

As Thakur held those hands he could not help notice that the skin was soft and tender, unlike the coarse hands of the women that worked in the household and farms. "A new one," he wondered. And while he had only a few minutes before ejaculated in massive spurts, he was not averse to assessing the new one, even if that meant attending to her some other time.