Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Binita rubbed the oil and her hands ran down the back of his neck periodically to catch the oil running down. As she did so, she caressed the well rounded strong shoulders of her father-in-law. She had clung on to those shoulders when he had lifted her off the trunk of the mango tree that wild night. Her father-in-law reached up and behind to touch and feel her arms and he felt a tingle rush through him as he felt the soft and tender arms of his daughter-in-law.

She leaned forward and she could see below between his legs his cock. She was surprised to see that if was still half erect and a trail of fluid streaked downward from his cock. He was either in the last throes of his last orgasm or in a semi --aroused state.

"Are you new here?" Thakur asked, unable to overcome his curiosity about the 'new' helping hand.

"Yes, Babuji, it is I," she replied.

Hari Singh half turned to look up as he recognised the voice. His heart leaped in delight as he noted it was Binita. He spontaneously smiled at her. Quickly, he made sure that his garment covered his loins. She smiled back and with a new vigor started to rub the oil into his scalp.

"Why are you getting your hands dirty?" he asked, closing his eyes and absorbing the sensations of her touch.

"Hands can always be washed," she replied. "Perhaps I will not get a chance to serve you this well very often." Her eyes were riveted on his nipples which seemed to be alert and stiff at attention.

"Why not?" he asked, his cock twitching involuntarily. As he felt her fingers and the proximity of her body he felt his cock responding rapidly even though he should have been incapable of it.

"Well, what will people say if a young girl like me spends more time with a man your age in seclusion?" she countered.

"What is there to say? You are part of this house now, are you not?" replied Thakur, not quite convinced with his own answer as his body betrayed him. The cock was now fully erect and throbbing. It was throbbing and pulsating like it could only for her. He knew that, but he tried to push the thought from his head.

"Oh, look! The oil is running down your chest!" exclaimed Sunita and reached down his chest to arrest the flow. It was reflexive and unthinking on her part. As she did so, her stomach pressed against the back of his head and her breasts pressed on the top of his now oiled hair. As her hands reached down to catch the running streak of oil, her eyes glanced at the tenting in the cloth between his legs.

There it was, evidence of her effect on him. Even though it was shrouded in the cloth, the size and enormity of his proportions were inescapable. She remembered how it felt that night when her pussy was plundered and spread by his invading cock.

Her mind was numb with those thoughts and she felt herself moisten at the thought. His hands held her hands and he guided them to his chest almost without realizing what he was doing. Binita's fingers caressed the chest, her fingers teasing his proud nipples which she had observed earlier.

Thakur gasped, "Beti!" he whispered, "We are now definitely not supposed to do this!"

He half turned towards her. He had felt those soft breasts on the back of his head and he just had to bury his face in them NOW.

"Your body and mind are operating at different levels, Babuji'" she murmured, rocking his head as he rubbed his face against her chest.

He encountered her blouse, her mangalsutra chain and seemingly innumerous layers of cloth appeared to lie between him and the succulent feast his mouth sought. Of all those layers, it was the mangalsutra, the symbol of her married status that posed him the greatest challenge.

As he as half turned towards her, his legs were spread apart. She placed one leg there on the floor between his legs and moved closer so that her leg now touched his cock. She played her leg against his erection, which sprang and bobbed as she rubbed it with her leg.