Adultery A Thakur and His Bahu by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 03: Another Step Towards Womanhood

The contrast was obvious to Binita. Every single time her husband Pritam drew her into his arms, she could feel those arms as being lean and non --muscular; the arms of a pen-pusher in a city office. As she ground chillies in the kitchen assisting her mother-in-law, she extended that thought even to the young men she had encountered in the city who were regular gym goers. Their muscles were bulging and hard, yes, but there something artificial about it.

There was something far more appealing about the muscle and tone of the body of a man who had achieved that from working on the farm and handling rough things. And that man was Thakur. The contrast between how he felt, and how his son felt was so very obvious. The muscle and the strength of the older man's arms matched the roughness and calluses on his hands. That roughness brought an electric friction to the caressing of her soft skin. It was like a flint to match, setting her alight.

The warmth in her loins spread as she thought of the way those hands caressed, then gripped, lifted then set down, scooped her up and then set her free. She still loved Pritam, the guy who she had met and fallen in love with in the city and married. But the beginnings of any lovemaking with Pritam only ended up kindling a lust which his physique and his inexperience could never handle.

And so their honeymoon, from which she had returned only just that morning, was replete with encounters with her love. The encounters left her as a simmering mass of flesh which perpetually sought release, but it eluded her in Pritam's arms. He could set it off, but never finish it. As Pritam moved over her, she compared the feeling with how it was when Thakur gripped her shoulders. She compared everything, the sweat, the smell, the hardness, the bubbling cauldron it caused between her legs, and yes, that thickness and heaviness of his penis which Thakur had failed to pass on to his son.

The heat from the chillies she was grinding was matched by the flush she felt in her pussy and in her chest and then her cheeks. The outlet was the ferocity with which she ground the mortar into the pestle. She watched the blunt end of the mortar and was immersed in the phallic metaphor it suddenly took on to represent. It seemed to her that just watching and imagining would lead her to a quiet orgasm. A small self contained one, of the kind she felt occasionally with Pritam, if at all. Not the large, soul-scorching, all encompassing explosion that soaked up the whole universe of her being.

"Beti. You have not gone and done a pranam to Babuji since you returned. You have missed serving him while you were away. Go and give him this lassi and get back to your household duties," said the Thakurain to her daughter-in-law, handing a large copper tumbler of frothy lassi.

Binita stopped the grinding and went to wash her hands thoroughly of the effects of the chilli she had been grinding. The cool water felt pleasant on her skin but did nothing for the seething mass of flesh she had been reduced to. Thakur was the first man she had known, the first to plunder her virginity, reducing the impact of anything Pritam could have been in her memory. And just before she left on her honeymoon, Thakur and she had again succumbed unwittingly in the bathing area. They were both able to explain away the first encounter in their minds since she was not yet married to his son at the time. The second one had been the complete conquest of lust and a towering testimony to the chemistry of the Thakur and his new woman, Binita.

They always avoided eye contact, and were circumspect in their interaction. Thakur himself never called for her and she never volunteered to attend on him. Both knew that their feelings and passion were uncontrollable and not to be trusted. Both felt a sense of guilt over their willingness to allow that lack of control to go where it wanted. But when her mother-in-law set her some duty to accomplish, her desire surged and the outcome was a foregone conclusion. It was as if their bodies had known each other for years and designed for one another, though they had had only two intense encounters till date.

Her hands were shaking as she reached for the glass. The simmer between her legs had never really gone away during the entire honeymoon. Pritam had just lost his virginity to Binita after the marriage and was busy exploring his sexuality. The inexperience and the obsession with his own self had done nothing to satiate Binita. And she herself had the experience of Thakur dominating her demands. In the train journey back home, she had barely slept. The excitement of returning to Thakur -- her Babuji -- had just increased the simmering to a boil.

The jolts and jerks of a moving train and the vibrations had helped. As had the darkness. She had covered herself well with the sheets as she lay on the berth, thighs squeezed together allowing the sensations from the train to travel to her pussy. With a little toying through the clothes she had managed to find some measure of release. Nothing, however, was going to compare with the ravaging pounding of her cunt that Thakur provided. He just knew how to touch her in all the right spots with that fullness of his cock.