22-12-2020, 06:49 PM
Chapter 4 - After Alpha Welcome A Beta
All the three - Sejal, Jai Singh and even Ashok had at various junctures steered me on my slutty journey. Around the time of Diwali, a little before delivering my first child, Jai Singh had made it clear that I should seduce my father-in-law. As both Sejal and Jai Singh had mentioned him, I played along. A little bit of background on him should help you understand things better.
My father-in-law worked in a bank until our marriage. He retired a few months after Ashok and my marriage due to my mother-in-law's ailing health. Having just turned 50, he was relatively speaking young and energetic. Compared to Ashok, he was well-built; an inch or so shorter than him but his stout build was impressive. He was good looking - quite fair, just like Ashok and in general always impressed people with his smile. Until Jai Singh started pressuring me into seducing him, I had never thought of him in any other manner. My mother-in-law was of almost similar age as him but she was petite and frail. She was barely 5 feet tall and it seemed both Ashok and Sejal inherited her height along with her general features. Apart from her petite build and frail body, she had tiny breasts that even on her slender body looked small. Sejal had inherited this trait as well but fortunately her breasts where perky and much better fitted to her body frame. The best aspect of Sejal was her slender body and beautiful figure. I envied it for a long time until I learned that while men professed their love for such women with beautiful figure they always lusted after a full bodied woman. At the time when I commenced my seduction, my father-in-law was 51 years old. I had no intention of actively seducing him at that time; I did it only to please Jai Singh.
I served him breakfast for the first time without wearing my brassiere underneath my Khameez during that Diwali. I usually wore Salwar Khameez at home but had also started wearing Sarees occasionally. My dresses were simple - made of cotton and tight fitting as was the norm then. On that day, I was nervous as I took his tray to the dining table. My father-in-law always sat at the head of the table with my mother-in-law besides him but on the side from where I usually served them. This allowed me to flaunt my breasts without worrying too much about other members of the family. The scarf covered my breasts from the front but I arranged them carefully to ensure that he got good glimpse from close quarters. The size of breasts and the droopy shape must have left nothing to his imagination. On top of it occasionally, he got to see the impression of my nipple that was now developing fast due to Jai Singh's efforts. The first time I felt a rush similar to the rush I felt when Jai Singh approached to mount me. As time went by I did this almost involuntarily and had made it a habit to offer this exclusive benefit to him. At the dining table he always got to see my cleavage, my breasts, and even my naked tummy on a consistent basis. My midnight excursions to their bedroom - usually to look after my ailing mother-in-law - also offered several opportunities. On some days, as I would press her feet just as she dozed off, I would let my father-in-law feast on my ripe body in the relative darkness and the solitude of their bedroom. Things became even more interesting as I started visiting her in the middle of the night in my regular nightgown but without any supporting brassiere underneath it.
Returning to Ashok's Journal, there were several entries in his journal for the next year and the year after but not much stood out. They all pointed to his angst and his fate having fallen into such a trap. Interesting tidbits started appearing in the 4th year of my marriage when once again Jai Singh tried to nail me; although I tried to ensure that it was Ashok's child. That year our life changed significantly as I became pregnant for the second time, my mother-in-law passed away due to some complications with her health.
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January 1991
My mother passed away due to several complications. Although it is an unfortunate event, I am glad that she didn't have to suffer much pain. Things have been unusually slow at our place due to her sudden death. Kamini has helped in taking care of all the chores at home. It's only due to her presence and our daughter's presence my father is recovering from such a great loss.
April 1991
My father has met with a major accident that caused his ankle and shin to be severely affected. He had to undergo multiple surgeries and was recommended prolonged bed rest. It was good that Kamini's college vacation started, otherwise it would have been simply impossible to manage.
Kamini is pregnant with our second child now. It would be hard to say who the father is but this time it just seemed that Kamini tried hard to give me a fair chance. Jai Singh pushed his luck as usual but Kamini tried hard to avoid him during her fertile time as much as she could.
May 1991
The sweltering heat has taken a toll on my father. Finally, the prolonged abstinence and my mother's poor health has created a strange quandary for him. The presence of a young, ripe female has started affecting his resolve. The physical proximity to Kamini due to her assistance with all his activities has made it difficult for him to look the other way. As a dutiful daughter-in-law she has helped him every which way - even with his toilet activities.
July 1991
My father's health has improved significantly and it just seems like a miracle that he is able to walk a few steps with help. The Doctor's have recommended complete bed rest and urged to continue the same care that he has been receiving for the past 3 months. The credit goes to Kamini as she took care of him day and night.
August 1991
One more nail has been put in my fate as a cuckold. Jai Singh had made me one already and it seemed that my father didn't want to be left far behind. Kamini had alerted me earlier in the summer about his errant behavior and that time we both decided to disregard it. A tacit understanding between Kamini and myself made it clear that if something unwarranted were to happen between the two then she would endure it.
November 1991
Kamini had a part-time job as a lover for my father and Jai Singh apart from her full-time duty as the daughter-in-law of the house and my wife, raising our two children. We never spoke about any of her episodes - the episodes with Jai Singh were completely hidden from me but the ones with my father were not discussed based on our tacit agreement. It became clear that his needs would take precedence over mine and when Jai Singh was present he always stood head and shoulders above both of us.
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My mother-in-law passed away due to some unforeseen complications in her health during my second pregnancy. My father-in-law was incredibly disturbed with sudden loss of his wife and perhaps this was the time when I noticed him take keen interest in me. My incessant flaunting during the past 2 years had certainly contributed to this change in behavior. Not once, however, had he made any unwarranted advance. Things were about to change though. It was perhaps in 5th month of my pregnancy, about 3 months after my mother-in-law passed away. He met with a major accident that almost broke his shin and severely damaged his right ankle. My summer vacations had just started so taking care of him wasn't such a big concern. The first week went by in a flash as he was in the hospital. We arranged for a caretaker to look after him at home - handling personal and intimate activities. I dreaded having to help him in this regard but had to since I was at home. I helped him often with minor chores - lifting him up; supporting him and leading him to the restroom. It was common for my body to be glued to his in the process. Physically I was a strong woman so supporting his weight even in my pregnant state never posed a challenge for me. However, lifting him up and supporting him brought me in so close contact with him that invariably those brief episodes worked me up.
I had been helping him with minor chores, lifting him up and supporting him as he went to the restroom and at several moments he had felt my body and quite often by breasts would crush into his chest as I tried lifting him up from bed. He was an inch or two shorter than even Ashok so I usually towered over him and overwhelmed him in practically every way. Yet I noticed as the weeks passed he would hold me as a man would hold a woman. His body odor would be stale more often than not as he only would get a towel bath but strangely it excited me. Until now, he hadn't gropped but took full advantage of the opportunity presented to him. For instance, when I tried to lift him from the bed, he would purposely make it harder so that I had to embrace him - allowing contact of my breasts with his chest - in order to lift him. If his hand landed on my naked waist as he took support then he would hang onto it until the very end.
It was perhaps in the 5th week of his recovery when things finally started between us. It was Friday night; I had wrapped up my activities downstairs and was about to head upstairs when he called me into his bedroom.
"What is it Babuji?" I asked. I referred to him as Babuji, a term usually used for an elderly person.
"Kamini, I need some help," he seethed in moderate discomfort.
"Yes Babuji," he asked.
"I need to pee," he said.
Up until last week the nurse was practically present 24 hours at our place; barring a few hours of break she had to take for attending to her personal chores, she always took care of him but now it was getting expensive and he was able to get up - with help - and manage his affairs. However, he seemed to be reluctant that evening to get up. Understanding, his need, I said, "let me get the bottle for you."
We had been using a rather old-fashioned approach to take care of his need to urinate - an old milk, glass bottle that had a wider opening and could easily allow for one to insert their penis in during urination. These bottles were quite common back then. I handed it to him and was about to leave when he whispered, "you need to help Kamini."
Nervously I stood there and thought for a moment before blurting, "let me call Ashok to help."
"Don't," he interrupted, "I don't want to feel naked in front of him."
"Besides haven't you noticed that not once did I ask him for help all these days - it was only the nurse helping me."
I reluctantly walked towards him.
"Close the door and switch off the light," he said as he undid the knot under his blanket. It was dark in the room but the light emanating from the other room provided some illumination - just enough to make us out as silhouettes. I bent forward with the bottle, allowing him to place his penis inside the bottle himself. After a little while, he whispered, "it is not working."
"What?"
"Not going inside," he said after a moment's hesitation.
"Can you help?" he uttered nervously.
The room was silent as we both wondered if it was the right thing to do. Finally, I made up my mind to help him and reached to grab his penis. He guided me holding my hand and to my utter shock I found he had a stiff erection. As I tried to retreat my hand, he pulled me towards him, which made me sit on the bed.
"What's the matter?" he seethed, in agitation.
"Haven't you touched one?"
"Or is it different than Ashok's and Jai Singh's?" he added.
"Babuji what nonsense are you talking?" I said raising my voice and tried to extricate myself from him but he had held my hand in a vice like grip.
"Who do you think you are fooling?" he interjected.
"Ashok has to be blind to not realize it. If both your mother-in-law and I have realized it, do you think he doesn't know?"
"I didn't know that my son would be a cuckold," he said pulling me towards him with his hand on my waist, "but if he is then why should I be deprived of the treat."
"Don't make a scene," he said sternly. I settled myself on the bed. My hand gently holding his penis that was as stiff as that of an youngsters. As my mind tried to place his size amongst the penises I was familiar with, I realized that he was smaller than Jai Singh but seemed to be considerably bigger than Ashok. Ashok's penis even in erect state should be able to enter the bottle as I recalled and even as I tried, Babuji's didn't enter it. Babuji was much thicker than Ashok, enough for me to take notice of it and at the same time a little longer, perhaps by an inch and half or so.
"It is too big for it," he whispered, "but should fit perfectly in your twat."
"Babuji you are embarrassing me," I mumbled but he ignored my remark and slowly made me stroke his penis. I was already convulsing with another orgasm the moment it dawned on me that yet another man had procured the rights to breed me. By the signs of his stiff, thick penis I had no doubt that he could certainly pleasure his daughter-in-law.
"Babuji, this is not a good time," I said, gulping my saliva, "Ashok can catch us any time."
"Tonight then," he said and pulling my face closer to his mouth, gently kissed on my cheek. There was a mixture of fear and excitement. His lips lingered on my check as hand slowly crept up my waist and massaged my breast.
A big weight was lifted off my chest as soon as he let me go. I was already sleeping with two men and now even my father-in-law wanted to make me his slut. His words, however, about Ashok being aware pinched me the most. Was he really aware? Did he arrange for my affair? Would he want me to conceive from Jai Singh? Such thoughts floated through my mind. My libido was in hyperdrive now. Sex with Ashok was quite intense and I really made him eat me for more than half-hour on that occasion. I inspected Ashok's penis carefully before having intercourse that night to confirm that it wasn't just my imagination that his father was much better endowed. My mind constantly riveted towards Ashok's father as I imagined how he would mate with me and make me his slut. Neither Jai Singh nor Ashok had the kind of opportunities that my father-in-law had due to his presence at home all the time. He was just 53 at that time and hence I didn't think of him as a lost cause. I wondered what kind of approach should I take. Should I pretend to be demure or should be over aggressive or just my usual self? Should I court him tonight or tomorrow? It wasn't just about sex - he was also my husband's father. So, I had to be watchful of what I said and how I behaved. I drifted to sleep with these thoughts in my mind and just like a clock work, I woke up at about 2:00 in the night; the normal time when I did my night excursion to check on him. I had been doing it for almost 3 years and usually at this time Jai Singh would intercept me. My whole body would prepare me for a potential session at this time - almost in a pavlovian response. The only difference this time was that I freshened up my mouth a little before heading downstairs. Ashok was a heavy sleeper and he knew that I habitually checked on his parents, so I didn't worry about him interfering.
My father-in-law was generally speaking a nice and soft-spoken person. He rarely ever raised his voice and his relationship with his wife and children were of cordial nature. Ashok had always shown appreciation for what his father did for him. Sejal, of course, frowned upon the genes she inherited from him. He had a strong tendency to avoid conflict and hence acceded to his wife's needs most of the time, which meant she had a rather dominant role in their relationship. Sejal inherited this dominant trait from her mother, along with her frail physical characteristics while Ashok inherited the non-conflict oriented personality from his father - or rather cowardly tendencies - along with physical traits of his mother. My father-in-law stood about 5' 4" or so, I believe Ashok was about 5' 5" or so, although he claimed to be 5' 7" as tall as I was. I was 5' 8" - much taller than him but never countered him. I wouldn't have been surprised if my father-in-law was just 5' 3". My mother-in-law was the shortest in the family and perhaps was just shy of 5'. His health was generally better than my mother-in-laws but not as good as it could have been. He was a little overweight but largely his physique was rather stocky, which made him look even shorter than he was. He was fair and had pretty good features with large black eyes and a thick mustache that had started greying.
As I descended the stairs, I checked my attire, which was rather modest - a homely nightie that tightly hugged my body, especially my breasts and butt, made of cotton. The nightie had breast flaps that allowed access to my breasts for feeding the little one. I had mostly done away with brassieres whilst at home due to the constant need to feed our daughter. I checked my breath once more as I turned into the main room downstairs. It was strange that not once did the thought of persuading my father-in-law otherwise came to my mind. It was a foregone conclusion that our affair was to commence. The thought of Ashok learning the secret sooner or later also ran through my mind but after having had such a torrid affair with Jai Singh for almost 3 years, I didn't think much would change. Jai Singh had been out for past few weeks, so my body was craving for sex and as a consequence it was easy for me to succumb to my father-in-law.
My father-in-law was sleeping in the inside room; as I tiptoed into the room I noticed some movement in the bed. It seemed he was awake or perhaps my movement woke him up. He grabbed my hand and whispered in his groggy voice, "Kamini are you here?'
"Yes Babuji," I whispered back.
"Go close the door and come," he said as he tried to make space for me in the bed. As I turned to close the door to the room he was in, he commanded, "the outside one."
"Turn on the night light," he commanded as I turned back after closing the entrance to the main room. The faint light emanating from the main room filtered into the bedroom, illuminating it barely but our eyes had adjusted enough to take advantage of the light. He reached out to me and I offered my hand. Gently he pulled me towards the bed. I sat on the bed and wondered if what we are about to embark on would destroy our family.
"Babuji," I whispered. He waited for me to speak. There was no eagerness from him; his hand comfortably holding my wrist.
"What we are doing could break our family," I nervously said.
"Bahu," he said. Bahu meant daughter-in-law in Hindi language.
"Your marriage is already on unstable foundation. Your affair with Jai Singh should have shaken your relationship with Ashok already but somehow his love for you is still strong."
"He could swallow his pride perhaps," he continued, "but it is difficult for me to do so."
"If a woman from this family needs sexual relief then the men from this family have to take care of her."
"Babuji," I interjected, "you misunderstand me."
"I did it to save Sejal's life."
"I believe you and truly sympathize with you," he assured me and gently massaged my hand.
"But I am a man - my ego doesn't allow me such sympathy. How can this man come and mount our woman when we don't get such a chance?"
"Babuji," I said leaning forward and laying my hand on his chest, "please don't misinterpret my reluctance in any other way - I am incredibly worried about the impact of this on your relationship with your son and our family."
"That's very thoughtful of you Kaimini," he said after a long pause.
"It took me a long while to suggest it as well," he continued, "but the way I see it, Ashok perhaps likes having his wife mounted by other men."
"Do you know what I mean?" he said in his sincerest voices. There was a kind of amazement as he spoke about this.
"If you think, he doesn't know then you are naive."
"If Ashok truly doesn't know then perhaps he is the naivest husband in this universe."
"So, listen," he said, tugging on my hand, "it is perhaps your destiny." He pulled me towards him and I laid down next to him on my side facing him.
"Nature has given you such a unique opportunity - to experience sex with multiple men. And she has bestowed you with the beauty and libido to make it a reality then why hesitate?"
His hand moved to my stomach and slowly moved upwards gently caressing my breasts. He was laying on his back and couldn't really move due to his injured leg. It was his right hand that made its way to my left breast. My breathing had quickened. His hand gave a gently squeeze to my breast.
"Kamini," he whispered to me as he tried to shift closer to me, "you are just like Menaka - an apsara (fairy) - from the heavens whose sole purpose is to pleasure men." There wasn't any kind of condescence in his voice - it was pure admiration for me.
"Your body is so perfect - just the kind to raise a large family."
"Your body odor is so heavenly," he whispered as he tried nuzzling into me. My hand resting on his chest was gently massaging it and playing with the hair on his chest. He wasn't smelling his best and did have mild pungent body odor but due to my constant contact with him in the past few weeks, I had become accustomed to it.
He gently guided my hand to his pajamas and let me feel his penis over his pajamas. It was already inflated but not as stiff as it was in the morning. Yet it still felt substantially bigger than Ashok's.
"Do you want this Kamini?" he whispered, breathlessly, as he made me massage his penis. I kept silent and focused my attention on his penis that was growing each passing moment.
"Feel it," he said as he untied his pajamas and let my hand slide into his underwear. It felt warm and nice; his penis was sizeable and even though I was accustomed to Jai Singh's size, I wasn't disappointed - on the contrary, it piqued my interest.
"How does it compare to Ashok's?" he asked with unabated breath.
"Babuji," I blushed as he asked.
"Come on Kamini - don't be afraid, speak your mind?" he encouraged me.
"Even if you think Ashok is larger than me - don't hesitate to say it."
"No Babuji," I nervously, interrupted him.
"Is he larger?" he asked confused with my response.
"No," I responded with a little bit of trepidation.
"No?"
"Of course not," I added blushing again. Babuji had no clue of where he stood in the equipment department. Before my marriage, I wouldn't have guessed it as well but equipment sizes vary and are not necessarily related to physical dimensions. In my experience they were more closely linked to the size of hands and feet. Men with larger hands and feet, regardless of their height generally had larger sized penises.
He seemed to be relieved.
"Mother-in-law was lucky to have you as her husband," I remarked as I gently massaged his penis. It lost a little bit of stiffness as we started indulging each other in leisurely manner.
"She never thought so," he remarked dejectedly.
"Why?"
"She was scared about my size - it hurt her most of the time."
As explained earlier, she was a petite woman, very thin, short, and frail. Her two deliveries were quite difficult as her vagina couldn't expand enough to let the babies through. Doctor's had to make cuts in the vagina to allow for it.
"It was difficult to have sex with her - apart from our first 10 years of our marriage, we didn't really have much of sex. In every 5 attempts, she would allow sex only once," he clarified.
"It's okay Babuji," I whispered, moving closer to him and gently kissing on his cheek.
"You have me now and I won't turn you down ever," I added, to even my surprise.
"You can have me every which way."
"I wish we had started on this earlier," he said with a sigh, "I am not getting any younger."
"It's ok Babuji, it is never too late for such things. I am young and you have lot of time to enjoy my youth," I said and moved very close to him. My breasts were crushed against his arm now and my face right next to his with my lips brushing against his cheek. I felt a surge in his loins as I exhaled on his cheek.
"Kamini do you folks kiss?" he asked in an innocent manner.
"Yes Babuji," I responded without thinking about it.
"You mean like the way you are kissing me now?"
"Or with lips against each other?"
"With our lips," I replied.
"A real French kiss?" he asked in amazement.
"Would you kiss me that way?" he asked without giving me a chance to interrupt. It was clear that Babuji was aware of a French kiss but didn't do it with my mother-in-law. The older generation wasn't particular about their oral hygiene so this indeed was considered to be a strange ritual. Things were changing, however, and I had been kissing right from day one of our marriage. Even with Jai Singh, I entertained him the same way; although quite often his oral hygiene was questionable.
I supported myself on my forearm and leaned forward towards his lips.
"Not now," he interrupted, "need to clean up first."
"Oh Babuji," I almost pleaded, "I have cleaned up my mouth before coming down to you."
"Not you," he whispered, "you are as fresh as rain. I need to clean my mouth."
In some ways, I had started falling for my father-in-law. Jai Singh had kissed me so many times with his foul breath that I had almost forgotten about it. I always took care of my breath and used a mouthwash or brushed my teeth before going to bed. It was only with Ashok that I let my resolve loosen a little bit. Jai Singh was such a spoiled brat that even when I evaded his kiss, he would forcefully kiss me and push his tongue into my mouth. His presence had brought forward my subservient tendencies and even with my father-in-law I felt that strong urge to let him have an upper hand in our affair.
"Sure Babuji," I whispered back, my lips gently hovering over his, "I will have a mouthwash in the downstairs bathroom - you can use it before going to bed."
My lips puckered and I offered him a soft kiss. His breathing was ragged as he tried to inhale my aroma. His lips gently parted and I felt a hint of his stale breath but that didn't unnerve me. The trick was to ensure that the breath didn't directly hit your nostrils and the best way of doing that was to seal his mouth with yours. I did just that and flicked my tongue between his lips. He seemed to be in heaven for a moment and then with an animalistic hunger he held my face pushing his tongue into my mouth. His hand moved to my breast and started squeezing and massaging it. I lifted myself up, allowing him better access to my breast while playing a tongue duel with him. After playing for a minute or so aggressively, he returned to his normal way and started kissing me as gently as he could. It was as if he had conquered his insecurity - of making out with such a damsel.
"Thank you Kamini," he said as we separated after our intense kiss. The kiss seemed to have lasted for an eternity and I had practically slobbered all over his mouth.
"Babuji don't worry about such things," I replied, "we can't be in hygienic state all the time but if we observe good hygiene then it allows for experimentation."
"Your breasts are so soft and so full," he whispered as he gently fondled it.
"Do you still have milk?" he asked
"Or is it just for giving comfort you feed the little one?"
"Not much was left couple of months ago but I noticed that my body has started producing milk but in much smaller quantity."
Then without him making a request, I opened the flap and offered my breast to him by kneeling astride him. Soon the other flap came undone and both of my breasts were hanging freely down, drooping towards his face. He eagerly kissed on them and nibbled on my nipples. After satisfying himself by exploring the full surface area of my breasts he finally honed in on one of the teats and started his sucking. There was a familiar feeling but far more intense. Even Ashok didn't suck on them as hard. Within couple of minutes, I noticed that a thin stream of milk started trickling down into his mouth.
"Ah," I moaned as his sucking started stimulating my breast; it felt incredibly erotic. He was intensely aroused and wouldn't let go of my breasts even after 5 minutes. I was kneeling astride him like a cow allowing him to milk me as much as he wished. His hands were gently stroking and squeezing the breasts as he alternated from one breast to another. His tongue swirled around my nipple as he took a breather from his sucking and then his teeth would nibble on them pushing me even closer towards the edge. I had started incessantly moaning after couple of minutes. After I pulled away from him. He pleaded, "Kamini let me savor them more."
"No Babuji they are already sore, you have abused them enough for one night," I said blushing.
"Let me lick your pussy then?" he breathlessly uttered. I was surprised with him making such a request but I guess he was getting comfortable with me.
"Not today Babuji," I responded.
"Why?"
"Please let me," he pleaded.
"Babuji I am not clean there - Ashok has cum in me tonight."
"Oh..."
"We should not waste much time," I whispered and straddled his waist, lining up his stiff penis against my pussy. I was soon to learn if yet another man was better equipped than my husband. Ashok and I had sex only 3 hours ago; if I could feel his father then that does indicate he is much better equipped than Ashok. I was sure that he was better equipped but strangely I sometimes suspected that it was only mind that played tricks. My well lubricated pussy didn't have much difficulty in allowing entrance to his thick penis. As my pussy walls gripped to it, I realized that he indeed was larger. He was in heaven as I bobbed up and down taking good care that I didn't hurt his right leg. My pussy muscles were working as usual creating the usual sucking grip that always drove Jai Singh crazy but it was simply too much for my father-in-law as he sputtered his semen within 2 minutes. I was a little disappointed but not surprised.
"Oh Kamini," he exhaled as he held onto my waist and shot his semen in great spurts that seemed to hit my cervix. His penis convulsed at least half dozen times lathering the inner walls of my pussy with his semen. I didn't have much doubts about his virility anymore; even though he came much sooner, which could be easily attributed to his lack of recent experience. I collapsed on top of him catching my breath. He apologized, "I am sorry Kamini. You are simply too hot for me."
After catching my breath, "I whispered back. You did much better than your son for your first time with me." I collapsed next to him and in stupefied state I blurted to him, "Babuji honestly speaking I would prefer to sleep with you rather than Ashok!"
I wasn't sure if I had meant it at the time. Yet over the years I did realize that the woman inside me had really meant that.
"Do you want to try it again in the morning?" he asked. I smiled and gently kissed on his lips and said, "let's see." Amused at the sheer determination of a 50+ year old man, I ascended the stairs. His semen kept on leaking into my pantie and had made it soggy wet. I threw my pantie into laundry basket and donned on a fresh one. Basking in the glory of my so-called climax, I dozed off to sleep. Even though I hadn't really climaxed, I was intensely aroused by the episode and was glad that our chemistry seemed to work out.
Early in the morning, Ashok woke me up sensually as he tried to caress my body and grind his pelvis behind my butt. It was the 4th year of our marriage but our bedroom activities were quite intense and happened with alarming frequency. By that time I had established myself as the important person in our relationship and definitely had an upper hand. Ashok had made it his duty to pleasure me as much as he could, which of course meant spending a lot of time eating me. This morning, however, I wasn't as much in mood and preferred to catch up on my sleep but Ashok wasn't going to take no for answer. Soon he moved between my legs and started kissing my pantie covered pussy. I was still half-asleep but since this was not something out of the ordinary, I let him continue. By the time I was fully awake and realized that Ashok might be tasting some of his father's semen along with his own. I had crossed this bridge a long while ago by feeding him Jai Singh's semen but perhaps in the 3rd year of his marriage he developed this strange fetish of going down on me the next day morning even though he had cum in me earlier in the night. As strange as it seems my efforts in dissuading had been futile. At this juncture, I had stopped bothering about the state of my pussy. The only precaution I took was to wipe down the excess semen but never really bothered cleaning it thoroughly. A few moments later I climbed on top of him and offered unfettered access to my pussy. Ashok was now used to this position, given that I used it at the times when I was incredibly horny and clearly indicated that I cared for my pleasure at that moment and that his came a distant second. Soon after he ate me for what seemed like 15 minutes, I rode him for another 5 minutes and let him ejaculate inside me again. He dozed off again soon after that. It was about 5:30 or so in the morning and my father-in-law's request made me wake up.
I didn't waste much time and took my morning bath and did the pooja. It was very early, so the whole house was quiet except for my activities. I chose to wear my regular nightgown that sometimes I wore during the weekends when we weren't expecting any guests. By the time, I was done with my morning chores, it was 6:30 in the morning. And then descended downstairs to check on my father-in-law or rather to entice for yet another round. My father-in-law was not a heavy sleeper and after calling him couple of times he woke up. Rubbing his eyes he took in my fresh, well rounded body and asked, "What it's it Bahu?"
"Bahu" meant daughter-in-law in our language. I didn't respond immediately but let him take my picture in.
"You were saying something about tasting the honeypot," I gently mumbled. His eyes lit up as he heard that and his lips curled in a smile.
"Bring it on," he said. Demurely, I climbed on the bed and sitting astride his chest, I lowered my pussy onto his eager mouth. His tongue gave it a few tentative licks before plunging to the depths. I had taken special care it to clean it thoroughly. Just like his son, he was voracious at eating me. I had to climax before he let go of me. It didn't take long though - much less than 10 minutes - may be because I was incredibly excited. I rode him soon after that and once again he came quickly but lasted a few minutes longer than previous time. We didn't talk much this time and preferred to focus on our sexual activities with the intention of wrapping it up quickly.
Soon after - finishing with my other chores - I headed to wake Ashok and he pulled me again on bed and proceeded to make out with me. As strange as it sounds, I indulged him and I found myself straddling his face yet again and this time with his father's fresh semen dripping down. Perhaps 45 minutes had passed between the time he ejaculated and Ashok commenced eating my pussy. Once again, Ashok ate me as diligently as he ate other times without once objecting to it. I was almost certain that Ashok knew about my activities but maintained the decorum of our relationship. It wasn't as if he was upset with me; he still loved me as dearly as he did it earlier but when it came to matters of sex, he seemed to have taken a secondary role. He pursued me for sex and initiated sex most of the time but the objective had always been my pleasure and not his.
The next day there were two men who were constantly vying for my attention in the house. Ashok's libido would be in a hyperdrive every time I was near any virile man. It seemed he was compelled to prove his own virility to me in his own way. It happened at such a subtle level that I could only say this in retrospect. My father-in-law was squirming in anticipation as I cleaned up his room that morning. Our eyes met several times and I blushed as he conveyed his intense desire for me. When I helped him to pee that morning, his hands caressed my milky white waist and his lips blew gentle kisses on my neck. In the bathroom, when I was ushering him in, he gently suggested that I help him by taking his penis out. Just then I heard Ashok come downstairs looking for me.
"Ashok wait, I am helping Babuji," I said as Ashok tried to come in.
"It's okay Ashok. I am almost done," I said. I noticed him stop and turn on the TV in the ground floor room. We sat there sometimes to watch the TV to give company to my father-in-law, although we had a TV upstairs as well. I was standing on the doorway of our bathroom while he was leaning against the wall, right next to the door. Hesitantly, I unbuttoned his pajamas and pulled out his semi-rigid penis. There was a sigh from him as I held it and pointed it towards the urinal for him to pee. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Ashok was engaged in the TV. When I looked at my father-in-law, he had a mischievous smile as his hand moved from my naked waist to my breasts.
"Babuji," I whispered to him, "Ashok is right in the next room."
His mind was, however, filled with lust for me. I noticed as his urine reduced to a trickle, it started swelling. I briefly entertained the idea of bending down and taking his penis into my mouth. He was my father-in-law and I definitely didn't want him to think of me as a downright slut. He had other ideas as his squeezing became aggressive and eventually he started massaging my nipple but grabbing it was next to impossible with two layers of covering. With every passing moment, his penis increased in size and eventually I peeked at his penis. It was like Ashok's - quite fair in color but larger than his - at least it looked so. It looked quite pretty nestled comfortably between a graying patch of hair. His testicles were droopy and larger than Ashok's. He pulled me closer to him and despite my apprehensions of getting caught my body wanted to entertain him. He necked me as I looked towards Ashok. He seemed to be engrossed in the TV. He could have spotted me bending down but could not have possibly seen much.
"Oh Babuji," I moaned as he kept on squeezing my breasts aggressively. Just like Jai Singh he was besotted by them.
"You got to be patient Babuji," I whispered in his ear, trying to disengage myself from him but he was not in a mood to let go of me.
All the three - Sejal, Jai Singh and even Ashok had at various junctures steered me on my slutty journey. Around the time of Diwali, a little before delivering my first child, Jai Singh had made it clear that I should seduce my father-in-law. As both Sejal and Jai Singh had mentioned him, I played along. A little bit of background on him should help you understand things better.
My father-in-law worked in a bank until our marriage. He retired a few months after Ashok and my marriage due to my mother-in-law's ailing health. Having just turned 50, he was relatively speaking young and energetic. Compared to Ashok, he was well-built; an inch or so shorter than him but his stout build was impressive. He was good looking - quite fair, just like Ashok and in general always impressed people with his smile. Until Jai Singh started pressuring me into seducing him, I had never thought of him in any other manner. My mother-in-law was of almost similar age as him but she was petite and frail. She was barely 5 feet tall and it seemed both Ashok and Sejal inherited her height along with her general features. Apart from her petite build and frail body, she had tiny breasts that even on her slender body looked small. Sejal had inherited this trait as well but fortunately her breasts where perky and much better fitted to her body frame. The best aspect of Sejal was her slender body and beautiful figure. I envied it for a long time until I learned that while men professed their love for such women with beautiful figure they always lusted after a full bodied woman. At the time when I commenced my seduction, my father-in-law was 51 years old. I had no intention of actively seducing him at that time; I did it only to please Jai Singh.
I served him breakfast for the first time without wearing my brassiere underneath my Khameez during that Diwali. I usually wore Salwar Khameez at home but had also started wearing Sarees occasionally. My dresses were simple - made of cotton and tight fitting as was the norm then. On that day, I was nervous as I took his tray to the dining table. My father-in-law always sat at the head of the table with my mother-in-law besides him but on the side from where I usually served them. This allowed me to flaunt my breasts without worrying too much about other members of the family. The scarf covered my breasts from the front but I arranged them carefully to ensure that he got good glimpse from close quarters. The size of breasts and the droopy shape must have left nothing to his imagination. On top of it occasionally, he got to see the impression of my nipple that was now developing fast due to Jai Singh's efforts. The first time I felt a rush similar to the rush I felt when Jai Singh approached to mount me. As time went by I did this almost involuntarily and had made it a habit to offer this exclusive benefit to him. At the dining table he always got to see my cleavage, my breasts, and even my naked tummy on a consistent basis. My midnight excursions to their bedroom - usually to look after my ailing mother-in-law - also offered several opportunities. On some days, as I would press her feet just as she dozed off, I would let my father-in-law feast on my ripe body in the relative darkness and the solitude of their bedroom. Things became even more interesting as I started visiting her in the middle of the night in my regular nightgown but without any supporting brassiere underneath it.
Returning to Ashok's Journal, there were several entries in his journal for the next year and the year after but not much stood out. They all pointed to his angst and his fate having fallen into such a trap. Interesting tidbits started appearing in the 4th year of my marriage when once again Jai Singh tried to nail me; although I tried to ensure that it was Ashok's child. That year our life changed significantly as I became pregnant for the second time, my mother-in-law passed away due to some complications with her health.
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January 1991
My mother passed away due to several complications. Although it is an unfortunate event, I am glad that she didn't have to suffer much pain. Things have been unusually slow at our place due to her sudden death. Kamini has helped in taking care of all the chores at home. It's only due to her presence and our daughter's presence my father is recovering from such a great loss.
April 1991
My father has met with a major accident that caused his ankle and shin to be severely affected. He had to undergo multiple surgeries and was recommended prolonged bed rest. It was good that Kamini's college vacation started, otherwise it would have been simply impossible to manage.
Kamini is pregnant with our second child now. It would be hard to say who the father is but this time it just seemed that Kamini tried hard to give me a fair chance. Jai Singh pushed his luck as usual but Kamini tried hard to avoid him during her fertile time as much as she could.
May 1991
The sweltering heat has taken a toll on my father. Finally, the prolonged abstinence and my mother's poor health has created a strange quandary for him. The presence of a young, ripe female has started affecting his resolve. The physical proximity to Kamini due to her assistance with all his activities has made it difficult for him to look the other way. As a dutiful daughter-in-law she has helped him every which way - even with his toilet activities.
July 1991
My father's health has improved significantly and it just seems like a miracle that he is able to walk a few steps with help. The Doctor's have recommended complete bed rest and urged to continue the same care that he has been receiving for the past 3 months. The credit goes to Kamini as she took care of him day and night.
August 1991
One more nail has been put in my fate as a cuckold. Jai Singh had made me one already and it seemed that my father didn't want to be left far behind. Kamini had alerted me earlier in the summer about his errant behavior and that time we both decided to disregard it. A tacit understanding between Kamini and myself made it clear that if something unwarranted were to happen between the two then she would endure it.
November 1991
Kamini had a part-time job as a lover for my father and Jai Singh apart from her full-time duty as the daughter-in-law of the house and my wife, raising our two children. We never spoke about any of her episodes - the episodes with Jai Singh were completely hidden from me but the ones with my father were not discussed based on our tacit agreement. It became clear that his needs would take precedence over mine and when Jai Singh was present he always stood head and shoulders above both of us.
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My mother-in-law passed away due to some unforeseen complications in her health during my second pregnancy. My father-in-law was incredibly disturbed with sudden loss of his wife and perhaps this was the time when I noticed him take keen interest in me. My incessant flaunting during the past 2 years had certainly contributed to this change in behavior. Not once, however, had he made any unwarranted advance. Things were about to change though. It was perhaps in 5th month of my pregnancy, about 3 months after my mother-in-law passed away. He met with a major accident that almost broke his shin and severely damaged his right ankle. My summer vacations had just started so taking care of him wasn't such a big concern. The first week went by in a flash as he was in the hospital. We arranged for a caretaker to look after him at home - handling personal and intimate activities. I dreaded having to help him in this regard but had to since I was at home. I helped him often with minor chores - lifting him up; supporting him and leading him to the restroom. It was common for my body to be glued to his in the process. Physically I was a strong woman so supporting his weight even in my pregnant state never posed a challenge for me. However, lifting him up and supporting him brought me in so close contact with him that invariably those brief episodes worked me up.
I had been helping him with minor chores, lifting him up and supporting him as he went to the restroom and at several moments he had felt my body and quite often by breasts would crush into his chest as I tried lifting him up from bed. He was an inch or two shorter than even Ashok so I usually towered over him and overwhelmed him in practically every way. Yet I noticed as the weeks passed he would hold me as a man would hold a woman. His body odor would be stale more often than not as he only would get a towel bath but strangely it excited me. Until now, he hadn't gropped but took full advantage of the opportunity presented to him. For instance, when I tried to lift him from the bed, he would purposely make it harder so that I had to embrace him - allowing contact of my breasts with his chest - in order to lift him. If his hand landed on my naked waist as he took support then he would hang onto it until the very end.
It was perhaps in the 5th week of his recovery when things finally started between us. It was Friday night; I had wrapped up my activities downstairs and was about to head upstairs when he called me into his bedroom.
"What is it Babuji?" I asked. I referred to him as Babuji, a term usually used for an elderly person.
"Kamini, I need some help," he seethed in moderate discomfort.
"Yes Babuji," he asked.
"I need to pee," he said.
Up until last week the nurse was practically present 24 hours at our place; barring a few hours of break she had to take for attending to her personal chores, she always took care of him but now it was getting expensive and he was able to get up - with help - and manage his affairs. However, he seemed to be reluctant that evening to get up. Understanding, his need, I said, "let me get the bottle for you."
We had been using a rather old-fashioned approach to take care of his need to urinate - an old milk, glass bottle that had a wider opening and could easily allow for one to insert their penis in during urination. These bottles were quite common back then. I handed it to him and was about to leave when he whispered, "you need to help Kamini."
Nervously I stood there and thought for a moment before blurting, "let me call Ashok to help."
"Don't," he interrupted, "I don't want to feel naked in front of him."
"Besides haven't you noticed that not once did I ask him for help all these days - it was only the nurse helping me."
I reluctantly walked towards him.
"Close the door and switch off the light," he said as he undid the knot under his blanket. It was dark in the room but the light emanating from the other room provided some illumination - just enough to make us out as silhouettes. I bent forward with the bottle, allowing him to place his penis inside the bottle himself. After a little while, he whispered, "it is not working."
"What?"
"Not going inside," he said after a moment's hesitation.
"Can you help?" he uttered nervously.
The room was silent as we both wondered if it was the right thing to do. Finally, I made up my mind to help him and reached to grab his penis. He guided me holding my hand and to my utter shock I found he had a stiff erection. As I tried to retreat my hand, he pulled me towards him, which made me sit on the bed.
"What's the matter?" he seethed, in agitation.
"Haven't you touched one?"
"Or is it different than Ashok's and Jai Singh's?" he added.
"Babuji what nonsense are you talking?" I said raising my voice and tried to extricate myself from him but he had held my hand in a vice like grip.
"Who do you think you are fooling?" he interjected.
"Ashok has to be blind to not realize it. If both your mother-in-law and I have realized it, do you think he doesn't know?"
"I didn't know that my son would be a cuckold," he said pulling me towards him with his hand on my waist, "but if he is then why should I be deprived of the treat."
"Don't make a scene," he said sternly. I settled myself on the bed. My hand gently holding his penis that was as stiff as that of an youngsters. As my mind tried to place his size amongst the penises I was familiar with, I realized that he was smaller than Jai Singh but seemed to be considerably bigger than Ashok. Ashok's penis even in erect state should be able to enter the bottle as I recalled and even as I tried, Babuji's didn't enter it. Babuji was much thicker than Ashok, enough for me to take notice of it and at the same time a little longer, perhaps by an inch and half or so.
"It is too big for it," he whispered, "but should fit perfectly in your twat."
"Babuji you are embarrassing me," I mumbled but he ignored my remark and slowly made me stroke his penis. I was already convulsing with another orgasm the moment it dawned on me that yet another man had procured the rights to breed me. By the signs of his stiff, thick penis I had no doubt that he could certainly pleasure his daughter-in-law.
"Babuji, this is not a good time," I said, gulping my saliva, "Ashok can catch us any time."
"Tonight then," he said and pulling my face closer to his mouth, gently kissed on my cheek. There was a mixture of fear and excitement. His lips lingered on my check as hand slowly crept up my waist and massaged my breast.
A big weight was lifted off my chest as soon as he let me go. I was already sleeping with two men and now even my father-in-law wanted to make me his slut. His words, however, about Ashok being aware pinched me the most. Was he really aware? Did he arrange for my affair? Would he want me to conceive from Jai Singh? Such thoughts floated through my mind. My libido was in hyperdrive now. Sex with Ashok was quite intense and I really made him eat me for more than half-hour on that occasion. I inspected Ashok's penis carefully before having intercourse that night to confirm that it wasn't just my imagination that his father was much better endowed. My mind constantly riveted towards Ashok's father as I imagined how he would mate with me and make me his slut. Neither Jai Singh nor Ashok had the kind of opportunities that my father-in-law had due to his presence at home all the time. He was just 53 at that time and hence I didn't think of him as a lost cause. I wondered what kind of approach should I take. Should I pretend to be demure or should be over aggressive or just my usual self? Should I court him tonight or tomorrow? It wasn't just about sex - he was also my husband's father. So, I had to be watchful of what I said and how I behaved. I drifted to sleep with these thoughts in my mind and just like a clock work, I woke up at about 2:00 in the night; the normal time when I did my night excursion to check on him. I had been doing it for almost 3 years and usually at this time Jai Singh would intercept me. My whole body would prepare me for a potential session at this time - almost in a pavlovian response. The only difference this time was that I freshened up my mouth a little before heading downstairs. Ashok was a heavy sleeper and he knew that I habitually checked on his parents, so I didn't worry about him interfering.
My father-in-law was generally speaking a nice and soft-spoken person. He rarely ever raised his voice and his relationship with his wife and children were of cordial nature. Ashok had always shown appreciation for what his father did for him. Sejal, of course, frowned upon the genes she inherited from him. He had a strong tendency to avoid conflict and hence acceded to his wife's needs most of the time, which meant she had a rather dominant role in their relationship. Sejal inherited this dominant trait from her mother, along with her frail physical characteristics while Ashok inherited the non-conflict oriented personality from his father - or rather cowardly tendencies - along with physical traits of his mother. My father-in-law stood about 5' 4" or so, I believe Ashok was about 5' 5" or so, although he claimed to be 5' 7" as tall as I was. I was 5' 8" - much taller than him but never countered him. I wouldn't have been surprised if my father-in-law was just 5' 3". My mother-in-law was the shortest in the family and perhaps was just shy of 5'. His health was generally better than my mother-in-laws but not as good as it could have been. He was a little overweight but largely his physique was rather stocky, which made him look even shorter than he was. He was fair and had pretty good features with large black eyes and a thick mustache that had started greying.
As I descended the stairs, I checked my attire, which was rather modest - a homely nightie that tightly hugged my body, especially my breasts and butt, made of cotton. The nightie had breast flaps that allowed access to my breasts for feeding the little one. I had mostly done away with brassieres whilst at home due to the constant need to feed our daughter. I checked my breath once more as I turned into the main room downstairs. It was strange that not once did the thought of persuading my father-in-law otherwise came to my mind. It was a foregone conclusion that our affair was to commence. The thought of Ashok learning the secret sooner or later also ran through my mind but after having had such a torrid affair with Jai Singh for almost 3 years, I didn't think much would change. Jai Singh had been out for past few weeks, so my body was craving for sex and as a consequence it was easy for me to succumb to my father-in-law.
My father-in-law was sleeping in the inside room; as I tiptoed into the room I noticed some movement in the bed. It seemed he was awake or perhaps my movement woke him up. He grabbed my hand and whispered in his groggy voice, "Kamini are you here?'
"Yes Babuji," I whispered back.
"Go close the door and come," he said as he tried to make space for me in the bed. As I turned to close the door to the room he was in, he commanded, "the outside one."
"Turn on the night light," he commanded as I turned back after closing the entrance to the main room. The faint light emanating from the main room filtered into the bedroom, illuminating it barely but our eyes had adjusted enough to take advantage of the light. He reached out to me and I offered my hand. Gently he pulled me towards the bed. I sat on the bed and wondered if what we are about to embark on would destroy our family.
"Babuji," I whispered. He waited for me to speak. There was no eagerness from him; his hand comfortably holding my wrist.
"What we are doing could break our family," I nervously said.
"Bahu," he said. Bahu meant daughter-in-law in Hindi language.
"Your marriage is already on unstable foundation. Your affair with Jai Singh should have shaken your relationship with Ashok already but somehow his love for you is still strong."
"He could swallow his pride perhaps," he continued, "but it is difficult for me to do so."
"If a woman from this family needs sexual relief then the men from this family have to take care of her."
"Babuji," I interjected, "you misunderstand me."
"I did it to save Sejal's life."
"I believe you and truly sympathize with you," he assured me and gently massaged my hand.
"But I am a man - my ego doesn't allow me such sympathy. How can this man come and mount our woman when we don't get such a chance?"
"Babuji," I said leaning forward and laying my hand on his chest, "please don't misinterpret my reluctance in any other way - I am incredibly worried about the impact of this on your relationship with your son and our family."
"That's very thoughtful of you Kaimini," he said after a long pause.
"It took me a long while to suggest it as well," he continued, "but the way I see it, Ashok perhaps likes having his wife mounted by other men."
"Do you know what I mean?" he said in his sincerest voices. There was a kind of amazement as he spoke about this.
"If you think, he doesn't know then you are naive."
"If Ashok truly doesn't know then perhaps he is the naivest husband in this universe."
"So, listen," he said, tugging on my hand, "it is perhaps your destiny." He pulled me towards him and I laid down next to him on my side facing him.
"Nature has given you such a unique opportunity - to experience sex with multiple men. And she has bestowed you with the beauty and libido to make it a reality then why hesitate?"
His hand moved to my stomach and slowly moved upwards gently caressing my breasts. He was laying on his back and couldn't really move due to his injured leg. It was his right hand that made its way to my left breast. My breathing had quickened. His hand gave a gently squeeze to my breast.
"Kamini," he whispered to me as he tried to shift closer to me, "you are just like Menaka - an apsara (fairy) - from the heavens whose sole purpose is to pleasure men." There wasn't any kind of condescence in his voice - it was pure admiration for me.
"Your body is so perfect - just the kind to raise a large family."
"Your body odor is so heavenly," he whispered as he tried nuzzling into me. My hand resting on his chest was gently massaging it and playing with the hair on his chest. He wasn't smelling his best and did have mild pungent body odor but due to my constant contact with him in the past few weeks, I had become accustomed to it.
He gently guided my hand to his pajamas and let me feel his penis over his pajamas. It was already inflated but not as stiff as it was in the morning. Yet it still felt substantially bigger than Ashok's.
"Do you want this Kamini?" he whispered, breathlessly, as he made me massage his penis. I kept silent and focused my attention on his penis that was growing each passing moment.
"Feel it," he said as he untied his pajamas and let my hand slide into his underwear. It felt warm and nice; his penis was sizeable and even though I was accustomed to Jai Singh's size, I wasn't disappointed - on the contrary, it piqued my interest.
"How does it compare to Ashok's?" he asked with unabated breath.
"Babuji," I blushed as he asked.
"Come on Kamini - don't be afraid, speak your mind?" he encouraged me.
"Even if you think Ashok is larger than me - don't hesitate to say it."
"No Babuji," I nervously, interrupted him.
"Is he larger?" he asked confused with my response.
"No," I responded with a little bit of trepidation.
"No?"
"Of course not," I added blushing again. Babuji had no clue of where he stood in the equipment department. Before my marriage, I wouldn't have guessed it as well but equipment sizes vary and are not necessarily related to physical dimensions. In my experience they were more closely linked to the size of hands and feet. Men with larger hands and feet, regardless of their height generally had larger sized penises.
He seemed to be relieved.
"Mother-in-law was lucky to have you as her husband," I remarked as I gently massaged his penis. It lost a little bit of stiffness as we started indulging each other in leisurely manner.
"She never thought so," he remarked dejectedly.
"Why?"
"She was scared about my size - it hurt her most of the time."
As explained earlier, she was a petite woman, very thin, short, and frail. Her two deliveries were quite difficult as her vagina couldn't expand enough to let the babies through. Doctor's had to make cuts in the vagina to allow for it.
"It was difficult to have sex with her - apart from our first 10 years of our marriage, we didn't really have much of sex. In every 5 attempts, she would allow sex only once," he clarified.
"It's okay Babuji," I whispered, moving closer to him and gently kissing on his cheek.
"You have me now and I won't turn you down ever," I added, to even my surprise.
"You can have me every which way."
"I wish we had started on this earlier," he said with a sigh, "I am not getting any younger."
"It's ok Babuji, it is never too late for such things. I am young and you have lot of time to enjoy my youth," I said and moved very close to him. My breasts were crushed against his arm now and my face right next to his with my lips brushing against his cheek. I felt a surge in his loins as I exhaled on his cheek.
"Kamini do you folks kiss?" he asked in an innocent manner.
"Yes Babuji," I responded without thinking about it.
"You mean like the way you are kissing me now?"
"Or with lips against each other?"
"With our lips," I replied.
"A real French kiss?" he asked in amazement.
"Would you kiss me that way?" he asked without giving me a chance to interrupt. It was clear that Babuji was aware of a French kiss but didn't do it with my mother-in-law. The older generation wasn't particular about their oral hygiene so this indeed was considered to be a strange ritual. Things were changing, however, and I had been kissing right from day one of our marriage. Even with Jai Singh, I entertained him the same way; although quite often his oral hygiene was questionable.
I supported myself on my forearm and leaned forward towards his lips.
"Not now," he interrupted, "need to clean up first."
"Oh Babuji," I almost pleaded, "I have cleaned up my mouth before coming down to you."
"Not you," he whispered, "you are as fresh as rain. I need to clean my mouth."
In some ways, I had started falling for my father-in-law. Jai Singh had kissed me so many times with his foul breath that I had almost forgotten about it. I always took care of my breath and used a mouthwash or brushed my teeth before going to bed. It was only with Ashok that I let my resolve loosen a little bit. Jai Singh was such a spoiled brat that even when I evaded his kiss, he would forcefully kiss me and push his tongue into my mouth. His presence had brought forward my subservient tendencies and even with my father-in-law I felt that strong urge to let him have an upper hand in our affair.
"Sure Babuji," I whispered back, my lips gently hovering over his, "I will have a mouthwash in the downstairs bathroom - you can use it before going to bed."
My lips puckered and I offered him a soft kiss. His breathing was ragged as he tried to inhale my aroma. His lips gently parted and I felt a hint of his stale breath but that didn't unnerve me. The trick was to ensure that the breath didn't directly hit your nostrils and the best way of doing that was to seal his mouth with yours. I did just that and flicked my tongue between his lips. He seemed to be in heaven for a moment and then with an animalistic hunger he held my face pushing his tongue into my mouth. His hand moved to my breast and started squeezing and massaging it. I lifted myself up, allowing him better access to my breast while playing a tongue duel with him. After playing for a minute or so aggressively, he returned to his normal way and started kissing me as gently as he could. It was as if he had conquered his insecurity - of making out with such a damsel.
"Thank you Kamini," he said as we separated after our intense kiss. The kiss seemed to have lasted for an eternity and I had practically slobbered all over his mouth.
"Babuji don't worry about such things," I replied, "we can't be in hygienic state all the time but if we observe good hygiene then it allows for experimentation."
"Your breasts are so soft and so full," he whispered as he gently fondled it.
"Do you still have milk?" he asked
"Or is it just for giving comfort you feed the little one?"
"Not much was left couple of months ago but I noticed that my body has started producing milk but in much smaller quantity."
Then without him making a request, I opened the flap and offered my breast to him by kneeling astride him. Soon the other flap came undone and both of my breasts were hanging freely down, drooping towards his face. He eagerly kissed on them and nibbled on my nipples. After satisfying himself by exploring the full surface area of my breasts he finally honed in on one of the teats and started his sucking. There was a familiar feeling but far more intense. Even Ashok didn't suck on them as hard. Within couple of minutes, I noticed that a thin stream of milk started trickling down into his mouth.
"Ah," I moaned as his sucking started stimulating my breast; it felt incredibly erotic. He was intensely aroused and wouldn't let go of my breasts even after 5 minutes. I was kneeling astride him like a cow allowing him to milk me as much as he wished. His hands were gently stroking and squeezing the breasts as he alternated from one breast to another. His tongue swirled around my nipple as he took a breather from his sucking and then his teeth would nibble on them pushing me even closer towards the edge. I had started incessantly moaning after couple of minutes. After I pulled away from him. He pleaded, "Kamini let me savor them more."
"No Babuji they are already sore, you have abused them enough for one night," I said blushing.
"Let me lick your pussy then?" he breathlessly uttered. I was surprised with him making such a request but I guess he was getting comfortable with me.
"Not today Babuji," I responded.
"Why?"
"Please let me," he pleaded.
"Babuji I am not clean there - Ashok has cum in me tonight."
"Oh..."
"We should not waste much time," I whispered and straddled his waist, lining up his stiff penis against my pussy. I was soon to learn if yet another man was better equipped than my husband. Ashok and I had sex only 3 hours ago; if I could feel his father then that does indicate he is much better equipped than Ashok. I was sure that he was better equipped but strangely I sometimes suspected that it was only mind that played tricks. My well lubricated pussy didn't have much difficulty in allowing entrance to his thick penis. As my pussy walls gripped to it, I realized that he indeed was larger. He was in heaven as I bobbed up and down taking good care that I didn't hurt his right leg. My pussy muscles were working as usual creating the usual sucking grip that always drove Jai Singh crazy but it was simply too much for my father-in-law as he sputtered his semen within 2 minutes. I was a little disappointed but not surprised.
"Oh Kamini," he exhaled as he held onto my waist and shot his semen in great spurts that seemed to hit my cervix. His penis convulsed at least half dozen times lathering the inner walls of my pussy with his semen. I didn't have much doubts about his virility anymore; even though he came much sooner, which could be easily attributed to his lack of recent experience. I collapsed on top of him catching my breath. He apologized, "I am sorry Kamini. You are simply too hot for me."
After catching my breath, "I whispered back. You did much better than your son for your first time with me." I collapsed next to him and in stupefied state I blurted to him, "Babuji honestly speaking I would prefer to sleep with you rather than Ashok!"
I wasn't sure if I had meant it at the time. Yet over the years I did realize that the woman inside me had really meant that.
"Do you want to try it again in the morning?" he asked. I smiled and gently kissed on his lips and said, "let's see." Amused at the sheer determination of a 50+ year old man, I ascended the stairs. His semen kept on leaking into my pantie and had made it soggy wet. I threw my pantie into laundry basket and donned on a fresh one. Basking in the glory of my so-called climax, I dozed off to sleep. Even though I hadn't really climaxed, I was intensely aroused by the episode and was glad that our chemistry seemed to work out.
Early in the morning, Ashok woke me up sensually as he tried to caress my body and grind his pelvis behind my butt. It was the 4th year of our marriage but our bedroom activities were quite intense and happened with alarming frequency. By that time I had established myself as the important person in our relationship and definitely had an upper hand. Ashok had made it his duty to pleasure me as much as he could, which of course meant spending a lot of time eating me. This morning, however, I wasn't as much in mood and preferred to catch up on my sleep but Ashok wasn't going to take no for answer. Soon he moved between my legs and started kissing my pantie covered pussy. I was still half-asleep but since this was not something out of the ordinary, I let him continue. By the time I was fully awake and realized that Ashok might be tasting some of his father's semen along with his own. I had crossed this bridge a long while ago by feeding him Jai Singh's semen but perhaps in the 3rd year of his marriage he developed this strange fetish of going down on me the next day morning even though he had cum in me earlier in the night. As strange as it seems my efforts in dissuading had been futile. At this juncture, I had stopped bothering about the state of my pussy. The only precaution I took was to wipe down the excess semen but never really bothered cleaning it thoroughly. A few moments later I climbed on top of him and offered unfettered access to my pussy. Ashok was now used to this position, given that I used it at the times when I was incredibly horny and clearly indicated that I cared for my pleasure at that moment and that his came a distant second. Soon after he ate me for what seemed like 15 minutes, I rode him for another 5 minutes and let him ejaculate inside me again. He dozed off again soon after that. It was about 5:30 or so in the morning and my father-in-law's request made me wake up.
I didn't waste much time and took my morning bath and did the pooja. It was very early, so the whole house was quiet except for my activities. I chose to wear my regular nightgown that sometimes I wore during the weekends when we weren't expecting any guests. By the time, I was done with my morning chores, it was 6:30 in the morning. And then descended downstairs to check on my father-in-law or rather to entice for yet another round. My father-in-law was not a heavy sleeper and after calling him couple of times he woke up. Rubbing his eyes he took in my fresh, well rounded body and asked, "What it's it Bahu?"
"Bahu" meant daughter-in-law in our language. I didn't respond immediately but let him take my picture in.
"You were saying something about tasting the honeypot," I gently mumbled. His eyes lit up as he heard that and his lips curled in a smile.
"Bring it on," he said. Demurely, I climbed on the bed and sitting astride his chest, I lowered my pussy onto his eager mouth. His tongue gave it a few tentative licks before plunging to the depths. I had taken special care it to clean it thoroughly. Just like his son, he was voracious at eating me. I had to climax before he let go of me. It didn't take long though - much less than 10 minutes - may be because I was incredibly excited. I rode him soon after that and once again he came quickly but lasted a few minutes longer than previous time. We didn't talk much this time and preferred to focus on our sexual activities with the intention of wrapping it up quickly.
Soon after - finishing with my other chores - I headed to wake Ashok and he pulled me again on bed and proceeded to make out with me. As strange as it sounds, I indulged him and I found myself straddling his face yet again and this time with his father's fresh semen dripping down. Perhaps 45 minutes had passed between the time he ejaculated and Ashok commenced eating my pussy. Once again, Ashok ate me as diligently as he ate other times without once objecting to it. I was almost certain that Ashok knew about my activities but maintained the decorum of our relationship. It wasn't as if he was upset with me; he still loved me as dearly as he did it earlier but when it came to matters of sex, he seemed to have taken a secondary role. He pursued me for sex and initiated sex most of the time but the objective had always been my pleasure and not his.
The next day there were two men who were constantly vying for my attention in the house. Ashok's libido would be in a hyperdrive every time I was near any virile man. It seemed he was compelled to prove his own virility to me in his own way. It happened at such a subtle level that I could only say this in retrospect. My father-in-law was squirming in anticipation as I cleaned up his room that morning. Our eyes met several times and I blushed as he conveyed his intense desire for me. When I helped him to pee that morning, his hands caressed my milky white waist and his lips blew gentle kisses on my neck. In the bathroom, when I was ushering him in, he gently suggested that I help him by taking his penis out. Just then I heard Ashok come downstairs looking for me.
"Ashok wait, I am helping Babuji," I said as Ashok tried to come in.
"It's okay Ashok. I am almost done," I said. I noticed him stop and turn on the TV in the ground floor room. We sat there sometimes to watch the TV to give company to my father-in-law, although we had a TV upstairs as well. I was standing on the doorway of our bathroom while he was leaning against the wall, right next to the door. Hesitantly, I unbuttoned his pajamas and pulled out his semi-rigid penis. There was a sigh from him as I held it and pointed it towards the urinal for him to pee. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Ashok was engaged in the TV. When I looked at my father-in-law, he had a mischievous smile as his hand moved from my naked waist to my breasts.
"Babuji," I whispered to him, "Ashok is right in the next room."
His mind was, however, filled with lust for me. I noticed as his urine reduced to a trickle, it started swelling. I briefly entertained the idea of bending down and taking his penis into my mouth. He was my father-in-law and I definitely didn't want him to think of me as a downright slut. He had other ideas as his squeezing became aggressive and eventually he started massaging my nipple but grabbing it was next to impossible with two layers of covering. With every passing moment, his penis increased in size and eventually I peeked at his penis. It was like Ashok's - quite fair in color but larger than his - at least it looked so. It looked quite pretty nestled comfortably between a graying patch of hair. His testicles were droopy and larger than Ashok's. He pulled me closer to him and despite my apprehensions of getting caught my body wanted to entertain him. He necked me as I looked towards Ashok. He seemed to be engrossed in the TV. He could have spotted me bending down but could not have possibly seen much.
"Oh Babuji," I moaned as he kept on squeezing my breasts aggressively. Just like Jai Singh he was besotted by them.
"You got to be patient Babuji," I whispered in his ear, trying to disengage myself from him but he was not in a mood to let go of me.
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