Adultery A Dutiful Daughter-In-Law

[Darksam]

Chapter 5 — Guilt riddance — Part I.


My affair with my father-in-law made me appreciate my peculiar circumstance. Ashok had tacitly encouraged me and Sejal directly but it was my father-in-law who helped me understand my purpose. He, too, was a cuckold at heart and accepted the superiority of Jai Singh. Somewhere, in the third month of our relationship, when I was in the 7th month of my pregnancy, he tried to mount me for the first time. It was frustrating as he had not fully recovered from his injury; my protruding tummy didn't help either. As he collapsed next to me in frustration, out of the blue, he asked me, "Bahu is this child Ashok's?"

Since we had become close to each other, we had discussed a lot about my affair with Jai Singh. He knew I was Jai Singh's slut and never refused him anything in the bedroom. I had promised the same for him as well but still deep inside, his inability to sow his oats bothered him.

"What sort of question is that Babuji?" I blurted.

"Bahu," he pleaded, "I am not insinuating, simply asking."

"I don't know," I brusquely replied. I didn't want to lie but the truth would have been difficult for him to swallow. Yet he was an astute man and knew how to interpret my words. He suspected it already!

"You didn't take care?" he asked.

"Babuji it is complicated," I exhaled.

"Kamini, I am not objecting," he continued, "it is your decision but it doesn't seem you made the choice willingly."

We never spoke about how my affair with Jai Singh commenced. It was presumed that as a philanderer it was easy for him to score with young, pretty women, especially not well protected by her family. I had made it clear that I did it to save Sejal's life. They didn't, however, know that it was Sejal who conspired to make me her husband's slut. A naive Kamini could believe in such a story but an experienced married woman knew that there was no way she could be happy with one husband; more so when he wasn't well equipped and had cuckold tendencies. Sejal and Jai Singh made no mistake in reading me; not once did I make a genuine attempt in dissuading them from sucking me into this vortex. It wasn't because I was meek or lacked courage. It was my destiny!

After a long pause, I said, "Babuji such things happen naturally."

"Jai Singh pushed his boundaries without any fear and Ashok refused to protect me out of his fear for Sejal's life. I accepted my fate and stopped resisting Jai Singh's advances."

"Still you could have taken care during the critical period?"

"Babuji," I retorted, "women are susceptible during that period. It is not their place to ponder over such things. They are meant to pleasure men in every which way."

"But..."

"Babuji," I interjected, "real men take what they desire. Didn't you capture this opportunity?"

He had mixed feelings about our relationship. He felt guilty of betraying his son but knew it was better him than someone else.

"Despite this," I explained, "Ashok and I love each other dearly. Our sex is plenty and fulfilling but different."

"He is my husband," I continued, "and is sensitive to both my emotional and physical needs. Other men are attuned to my physical or rather their own physical needs."

"Didn't you worry about the social implications of your actions?" he asked calmly.

"I did what was natural. Jai Singh pursued me ardently and Ashok never confronted him. It only seemed as if Ashok wanted me to comply to save Sejal's marriage."

"Kamini I understand," he said calmly, "hope you enjoyed it and weren't conflicted."

I blushed and teasingly said, "You know it Babuji, I do enjoy having sex. I feel guilty but I reason that it was my destiny."

"Does Ashok suspect us?"

"He doesn't Babuji," I calmly assured him.

"Does he know about you and Jai Singh?"

"No Babuji," I replied and after some thought added, "I can't be certain but believe that he is aware of it."

Over the next few days, we discussed and contemplated our relationship. He encouraged me and urged me to mate with all the men of our family - namely his nephew Ranjit and his own brother Kakaji. Ashok's cuckold tendencies were flagrantly visible to him and hence he surmised that my erring was natural. He persisted learning about my sex with Jai Singh; how often we did it; how long he lasted; how big his cock was. Every tiny detail about my affair excited him. Babuji seemed an entirely different person as he encouraged me to embrace my duty as a pleasure giver to all the men in his family. Physically he equated me to the apsara Menka and felt that such a desirable woman cannot be restrained by one man. Only a platoon can satisfy her thirst. He brought in Ranjit, his nephew, as a strong contender and urged me to conceive from him as soon as I was ready for the next one. He was happy that a superior stud like Jai Singh had already rejuvenated our family's gene pool but felt that Ranjit was equally deserving.

Our relationship blossomed as we both shared our deepest secrets with each other. He too was a cuckold and it was Ranjit's uncle who religiously screwed Ashok's mother soon after Ashok's birth. He wondered if Sejal was his daughter. My father-in-law decided to help his own sister-in-law by inseminating her as apparently his brother was throwing blanks. Her brother, having learned the secret, blackmailed him and forced his will on my mother-in-law.

Thus started an epic cuckolding journey as my mother-in-law entertained Ranjit's uncle on a regular basis for well over a decade. Although she showed her disdain for her husband and complained about her unwarranted duties, she always obliged Ranjit's uncle. He claimed that she didn't want Ranjit in her house once she learned that he was Babuji's son. However, this truth was known to her around the time her affair with Ranjit's uncle started. So, I felt that Babuji was hiding something.

In fact, I suspected that Ranjit too was my mother-in-law's lover and spent quite a few nights with her. The age difference between the two was not more than 10 years; so it certainly seems plausible. Besides, the two families drifted away only in the last 10 years and Ranjit's uncle had passed away about 20 years ago. The more I pondered over it, the more I was sure about my conclusion. Regardless, my relationship with my father-in-law was on a solid foundation as we both understood each other much better. He started pushing the boundaries of our relationship and sought my attention, disregarding Ashok's presence. I was constantly in heat, Jai Singh's absence and Ashok's caution only made me an eager participant.

Ashok stopped demanding sex during my second pregnancy far more prematurely. I could have easily accommodated all the three men even in the 7th month of my pregnancy. I pestered him and occasionally teased him. Ashok brought up the tree men into our pillow talk soon after our first anniversary but he would be cautious and always tentative. It was time for me to push the boundaries to get rid of my guilt.

One of those nights, as I hit the bed after taking care of my baby, I nuzzled up to him and pushed my hand into his pajamas and started massaging his penis. The shriveled penis felt like my thumb as I slowly stroked it. He was in deep sleep and took a while to wake up from his slumber. I gently whispered into his ear, "Ashokji aren't you abandoning your young wife?"

Ashok knew that the lack of penetrative sex, I was horny and indulged in such activities. He would be submissive during such sessions; perhaps as part of our tacit understanding.

"Who will take care of her?"

"Jai Singh?"

A handful of times he had referred to him as my lover; someone who could pleasure me in his absence.

"Oh, but he is out of town," I whispered, continuing my banter, "maybe you were expecting Babuji to do the honors."

His penis that was inflating became taut as a stick. Just thinking about his father making love to me, made him hard. A few times we had discussed that Babuji was getting frisky and that it was brought to our attention by the nurse who was attending to him. He turned around and kissed me and after a short kiss asked, "You didn't tell me about your story with him?"

I tactfully said, "it was nothing Ashok."

"Seriously tell me — I won't get mad."

"Was the nurse right?"

Nurse attending to my father-in-law had brought to our attention that he would get frisky with her. She was a woman in her mid-forties and not even desirable, so I didn't give credit to her story. She complained a few times and then she abruptly left in the third week. My affair with him commenced around that time.

"Come on Kamini?"

"Our relatives are searching for a bride?"

"What?"

"They have found a few prospects as well; one of them he liked."

I felt jealous thinking that my new found lover wanted to abandon me so soon. Ashok was afraid of losing his share in our ancestral property.

"Not a bad idea," I quipped.

"Are you crazy?" he shot back.

"A new woman?"

"At this age?"

"What if he has more children?"

"If the woman is young then he certainly would; seems natural. Why are you against it?"

He still looked confused, so I explained further, "Nurse's complaint was valid. He may have erred with her. I think she was worried more about her moral lapse than his."

"Did he misbehave with you?" he asked calmly.

"Not really Ashok," I said, "look I have been physically close to him as his nurse and could see that he needed a woman's company. I have felt his stone hard penis several times and even have cleaned it a few times."

"Kamini you don't seem to understand," he finally said in frustration, "presence of another woman would make our life complicated."

I was puzzled and looked at him to explain what he had in mind.

"All I am saying is that there should be only one woman under this roof."

I suspected Ashok would moot such a proposal but didn't think he would have the courage to put it directly.

"Are you really saying what I think you are saying?"

This was the moment I had been waiting for. Talking openly about sex the way I talked with my father-in-law would reduce my burden of guilt.

"She is a widow in her mid thirties and definitely capable of bearing him another child."

"The house is the only inheritance we have; we can't afford a similar house in this neighborhood," he added.

Ashok was a stingy bastard; apart from his cuckold tendency that was the only vice he had. Maybe his selfish nature was the source of these vices but I wasn't complaining as they helped in achieving my goal. As the proposal sunk in, we both were again getting worked up. Ashok's penis had inflated to its full proportions and I nuzzled into him. I started stroking his penis and he turned towards me. I kissed him as hungrily as I had always done; especially when I was in incredible heat and needed relief. After a few minutes of kissing, I straddled his face and offered my pussy for licking. Ashok slavishly lapped it up.

As explained earlier, this had become a common practice. He understood that I needed relief and understood that this was the best way. Ashok took at his duty to pleasure me always; he religiously pleasured me twice most nights. On that occasion, I rode his face for two orgasms. During the first one, I only focused on my pleasure but for the second one, I turned around and nestled in 69-position. It was the first time, I was so close to his penis and realized how puny it was in front of Jai Singh's majestic cock. His penis didn't have the pungent odor that I was accustomed to with both my father-in-law and Jai Singh.

Ashok shivered as I kissed his penis at the base. His small testicles didn't appeal to me but I moved to them and sucked on them. Ashok started to show signs of ejaculation as soon as I seriously started lathering his testicles with my saliva. I returned to my cowgirl position and rode his face until his attention was diverted to the licking. He had moved to licking my anus, which fascinated him. It doesn't feel as good as the tongue on vagina but is pleasurable; most of the fun is psychological, subjecting your partner to perform such a despicable act.

As I approached my orgasm, I returned my attention to his penis and this time took it directly in my mouth. Ashok was shivering as I effortlessly bobbed my head on his penis. I tried my best to synchronize our orgasms but Ashok couldn't hold much longer and within a minute after that he ejaculated with great intensity. Even though I resisted, spurt after spurt he shot his semen into my mouth, first spurt hitting the back of my throat and the next hitting the roof of my mouth and the last one landing on my lips. I took a rag and wiping my lips handed it to him to wipe off his semen. I got up lazily and wearing my pajamas headed to the bathroom when he grabbed me and forcefully kissed on my lips. I didn't hesitate and offered a taste of his own semen.

We were exhausted and relieved by the intense episode and after cleaning up and laying the bed wondered what made it so intense. It was apparent to both of us.

"Did you mean it?" I asked.

Ashok was silent and looked at the overhead fan as he tried to untangle his own thoughts.

"He needs the warmth of a woman and it does seem that he is attracted to you," he said.

"I wonder if you would be attracted to such an elderly man to live it out."

"Ashok what you are suggesting is scandalous, if not disastrous to our marriage."

"No Kamini, it is not."

"Jai Singh takes advantage of you all the time. This is no different."

"Ashok, Babuji needs a wife not just sexual relief," I retorted.

"And that's why I think it may work, if you are agreeable," he said.

"Go to sleep Ashok," I said, "you are not making any sense."

As usual, the next day Ashok was worked up and followed me around. My affair with his father had begun the week before, so the timing seemed to be perfect. We both made out a couple of times during the day. That night, I finally shared about my father-in-law's frisky behavior that had begun after the birth of my first child.

It wasn't really much but during my first pregnancy as soon as Jai Singh urged me to seduce, I had begun. This started changing his behavior towards me subtly. When I would visit during the nights, to take care of my mother-in-law, he would occasionally feel me up; mostly by accident and mostly while he pretended to be (or was actually) in sleep. By the time my mother-in-law became seriously ill, this became a regular part of his routine. However, he would never do it every time; mostly it seemed rather innocuous and naughty. By the time my affair with him had commenced, it was clear that most of what he did was not accidental, but we never discussed it. Ashok was worked up hearing it and the same consequences ensued.

Ashok and I played with this idea over the next couple of months. My affair with my father-in-law had already hit a crescendo and Ashok didn't seem to suspect a thing. Even though Jai Singh was absent most of this period, I felt fully satisfied. It seems easy to have your wife sleep with other men for a cuckold but what most don't understand is that once such an affair begins, there is usually no end to it. Ashok was determined to make this happen but he didn't seem to fully appreciate the consequences; both the intended and unintended.

Ashok made it a point to usher me towards his father in several ways during those two months. He made it a point that I only wore the most revealing clothes, such as tight-fitting Salwar Khameez without a brassiere for support or a Saree with a blouse that showed my cleavage abundantly. Ashok persuaded me to spend an hour or so in the afternoon with his father even on the days when he himself would be home. The afternoon sessions were quite special since my father-in-law often insisted on seeing my naked body parts.

As I was stroking him during one of our leisurely sessions, I said, "Ashok you do understand that once this begins, it won't ever stop."

"Come on Kamini," he retorted, "he is aging and won't be able to even if he wanted to after a couple of years."

Ashok was naive, so I had to help him understand.

"Ashok," I said, "he may be old but his wife is still young, so he will have to figure out and take care of her."

He was surprised to hear my response.

"You don't seem to understand that physical intimacy will sooner or later lead to emotional intimacy. That's how marriages stay alive in our society even though both the man and woman don't even know each other before sleeping with each other."

"For this to work, I shouldn't be tolerating him but embrace him, looking past his age and physical capabilities."

"Do you understand what that means?"

He looked at me dumbfounded.

"I should sleep with him at least a couple of times a week. Spend private time with him on a daily basis outside of bed. Allow him to romance him and celebrate special occasions with him."

"Won't that make you jealous?"

"Wouldn't it impinge on your own life?"

"A woman who has tasted multiple men will be receptive to sexual advances of other men as well, won't she?"

"Such relationships need space, time, and energy to thrive," he countered.

"Do you doubt that Kakaji and Ranjitji won't be able to corner me at the first opportunity? The way you have paraded me in front of them, with butt-plug shoved up my ass and dressed in revealing clothes with full realization that their eyes were perpetually glued to me. Ranjitji has touched me several times now; very soon he would grab me by my waist and plant his lips on mine. And Kakaji like an old jackal will come smelling blood and mount me as soon as he catches me sleeping with other men."

"These are not just irrational fears of mine; even Sejal had warned me to keep away from them.

These things have affected my psyche," I said, "now my body reacts differently in front of them. It's as if my body was preparing for an intercourse with them."

"I am digressing but you need to think through this carefully. Babuji needs a wife and it is not right for us to rob him of this privilege for our selfish desires," I added.

"Are you averse to this idea?" he asked.

"Ashok as a woman, I have given thought to it and surely can fulfill his needs. However, you need to keep both the intended and unintended consequences in mind. Have you given sufficient thought to it?"

"What if Babuji wants to have his own child?"

"And Jai Singh? Don't you think he would sense a mare in heat?"

"And if that weren't enough could you tolerate hearing your wife in throes of orgasm night after night with these men?"

"Ashokji, you may not have realized but it is not about just one man. Jai Singh has scored with me and he knows that he can do so whenever he wishes. Babuji has a hint of it already now. Ranjitji and Kakaji are ever so observant of my activities, and they too have sensed an opportunity here."

"So, if this does start then I will be playing the role of Draupadi for your family. Is this what you want?"


Ashok couldn't say a word. It was as if he received a massive jolt but none of what I said had changed his mind. We didn't indulge that night but as was the routine he woke me up again in the morning with his tongue up my twat. When Ashok wasn't discouraged, I knew I got my passport for success but I didn't intend to settle for just that. As the next couple of weeks rolled in, it was apparent to both of us that I would have to play the role of his father's wife as well. The question was of timing. As I entered the eighth month of my pregnancy, I told Ashok, "Babuji is getting edgy, he may fall for that proposal soon."

"Don't know what is right Kamini," he said dejectedly. We were sleeping on our bed after putting our baby to sleep. Both of us were a little tired having finished a movie and didn't think we would indulge in anything.

"I understand that it is a senseless proposal," he said.

"Which one?"

"Your proposal or the marriage proposal?" I hesitantly asked.

"The marriage proposal of course," he replied promptly.

"My proposal is the best one," he said, after a little thought.

"He gets to sleep regularly with a young, pretty woman who is way above his league. Besides, she took care of him and it should be evident that he would get a lot of love from her as well. The proximity allows for pretty much everything; what's not to like for him?"

"The real question though is whether you would like it?" he added.

It was good to hear Ashok talk softly and rationally for a change. While he was a soft-spoken person, he was also a selfish person and always watched out for himself. It was a different matter in this case where he always surrendered his right in front of Jai Singh; maybe it was because of his cowardice; maybe it is because of his love for his sister.

"No Ashok," I said, "the real question is whether you can live with this knowledge that other men are boning your wife and hearing them pleasure her as you never could."

"My words may be harsh but it is important to accept that possibility," I added, thoughtfully.

"Why do you always have to exaggerate?" he quickly retorted.

"We are only talking about Babuji here," he added.

"Maybe you are, but I am making it clear that things would evolve whether we like it or not and I soon would be at the center for all the men of our family."

"While you may not realize that Ranjitji has squeezed my breasts a couple of times already and your innocent Kakaji has rubbed his erection on my butt during the recent trip. You may think nothing should happen but a lot has been happening already."

"Why didn't you let me know?"

"What should I tell you Ashok?" I blurted in frustration.

"These are just the perils of being a pretty, young woman. If you don't want other men to take advantage of your wife then you should constantly shield her from them. You haven't done it. These are just the consequences."

Ashok didn't have much of a retort hence managed to ask, "Maybe you are right I am not good at confronting them on such aspects but if you want me to then I will."

"We don't need confrontation, Ashok. These things can be amicably resolved. I guess the fault is mine. If only I had slapped him on the first misstep such a thing wouldn't have arisen."

"That would have only antagonized him. Knowing him dissuading him subtly is the best choice," he said.

"The first time I glared at him and it kept him at bay for a while but then accidentally he scored yet another opportunity, which I let go as it could have been simply an accident. However, things got out of hand during our recent trip to Haridwar. On the return journey do you remember we got separated on the way back on the slower train?"

"Yes, I remember. Both Kakaji and Ranjit bhaiya were with you."

"Yes, you couldn't get on because of the luggage," I started.

I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to fill in on these details but felt that he was more receptive. I went with the flow.

"It was already dark and although the train was crowded even at the beginning. It became even more crowded in the next station, and we were squeezed into the small nook right next to the toilets. Ranjitji and Kakaji shielded me admirably from the lechers in the crowd but I very soon found making myself available to them."

"The light up there was not working, so it was dark. Things were normal for the first hour or so as there were people around us and it had only started to get dark. Kakaji was right behind me and Ranjitji in front of me. Occasionally they bumped into me but nothing out of the ordinary. Ranjitji was softly talking to me while Kakaji seemed to be dozing off. And then the next station came when we practically got squeezed into a small space in the corner. I found squeezed between two men who had been vying for my attention," I said.

Ashok was listening to me intently. I noticed that he had a stiff erection, which I felt and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Kakaji felt awkward and decided to turn around; perhaps it was my effort to keep away from him that made him do that. He also was dozing off and leaning on me, which annoyed me. Ranjitji was active and constantly talking to me by whispering into my ear. My insistence on keeping away from Kakaji only brought me closer to him. He had already felt my soft breasts a few times but I had been keeping a distance from him, to the extent possible. I ensured that our pelvises were never perfectly aligned. But within moments after Kakaji turned around, he took the very first opportunity as I struggled to keep my balance by grabbing my waist and pulled me in. There was an awkwardness for a few moments."

"He whispered to me, don't worry Kakaji is asleep and it is so dark that no one would notice."

"It's not right," I whispered.

"You are not doing anything wrong Kamini,'' he said. Just helping a middle aged man get over his midlife crisis."

"I could only chuckle hearing it but still said, Ashok would not like it."

"Of course he would mind, why would I wait this long otherwise. Of course it is inappropriate and that's why we are doing it behind everyones back."

"Ranjitji, you are not making any sense, I said, trying to bring some sanity to the conversation but he moved both his hands to my butt and pulled me in. Our pelvises were in perfect alignment; had it not been for our clothes his penis very well could have been inside my vagina."

"I am making perfect sense,'' he retorted. I have been married to an old hag for a while now. She has no interest in these things; she only quibbles everytime I approach her for sex. You on the other end are a fountain of beauty and youth. Everything about you is heavenly. Your body, your physique, your face, your lips, your odor, your breath, everything."

"What's not to understand?"

"I don't know what it was but I fell into a trance. Before that we kept our mouths away from each other but strangely this time around our lips were only a couple of inches apart. His flagrant flattery didn't fail and I was aroused and captivated by him. I could feel his mildly stale breath and perhaps he felt the same way but we were attracted to each other."

"He is an astute man and didn't rush into it," I added.

"What do you mean? He pounced on you the moment he got a chance," retorted Ashok.

"It's not fair, Ashok. I think he controlled himself to the extent he could given the situation. It shouldn't be his fault that I was receptive to his advances," I countered.

"His hands crept to my breasts, which were already leaking. And delicately he sealed my lips with his. His kiss was so delicate and so good that for a moment I was lost in it. Ashok we kissed and kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Every attempt I made to stop, he somehow kept on doing it. We had no fear of our breath anymore. His mildly pungent body odor became part of me and I got attracted to it. He lifted a leg of mine and wrapped it around him and pushed aside my other leg so that our pelvises could be conjoined. And I felt his taut penis nestling between the folds of my vaginal lips; the four layers of clothing between us could not stop us from feeling each other.

It's heavenly, he exclaimed between the kisses. You are everything that I dreamed of in a wife, he said. I was worried but I was simply lost to worry about practical details. Kakkaji seemed passed out standing right behind me. It was as if the others didn't exist. Ashok won't do any justice to you, he said. He took over a year to get you pregnant and even now he still hasn't scored with you a second time."

This happened soon after I conceived our second child; Ranjit was unaware of it. Still between the delivery of our first and conception of the second a year had passed. Even though Jai Singh mounted me on a regular basis, my periods hadn't started and when they did start, I danced around. This happened before my affair with Babuji. None of the history about Ranjitji being his son was known to me but at that moment everything felt right. This was despite the fact that ever since I married Ashok, I always had a revulsion for him but his attraction towards me eventually sparked my interest in him. His dark complexion acted both as a revulsion and source of attraction for me. He was twice as old as me, overweight like Jai Singh but not as tall as him.

Ashok was enthralled by this description. He was nestled between my legs and had started sucking on my pussy lips. Intercourse was out of the question both due to my heavily pregnant state and Ashok's self-imposed restrictions. My father-in-law continued to mount me and so would Jai Singh if he had been around. For any woman, this is the most natural part of her living, getting mounted every night is more often considered a boon than a curse.

All the women I knew welcomed their husbands in the night even if they were holding grudges against them; it was a balm to soothe the pains and miseries of life. The only difference between them and me was that I was gifted with an amazing libido, extraordinary body, and beautiful features to go along. If they were willing to endure half-an-hour of such nocturnal activities, I was willing to endure 3 hours of such activities despite the normal hardships and rigors of daily life for women. They may be willing with only one man but I could entertain the possibility of multiple men quite. They would hesitate from entertaining elderly men but I had no qualms about doing it with them. If they had an ideal equipment and the right character to go along with it, they sooner or later found a willing partner in me. Not so in the distant future, I had managed the herculean feat of satiating, not just pleasuring, four men in a span of 24 hours. I achieved this feat several times; my husband could only marvel at my stamina and willingness to endure it; but I am digressing and leaping ahead. Coming back to that time, I got up and straddled Ashok's face. I decided to take the reverse cowgirl position as I felt like playing with Ashok's penis.

"What happened next?" asked Ashok.

"He kept on berating you, " I continued, "I was attracted to him and could feel his thick, fully inflated penis . I felt it would penetrate in only a matter of minutes. I quipped to him. Ranjitji you took enough advantage of me already. It wouldn't be fair to Ashok and me if you tried to penetrate me. Why? He asked. You seem to be ready for it. I retorted. As a woman, I am ready but as a wife, as a daughter-in-law, I am not ready yet. So, please don't take it any further? He was considerate and asked if it was okay to continue to feel her this way. I didn't respond and he took that as an acceptance. His hand moved between our pelvises and he slowly unzipped his trousers. I felt his hand right at the entrance of my pussy. It was surreal. In moments, he had his thick penis lined up against the entrance."

Ashok was mad with lust and voraciously kept on sucking me, pushing his tongue as deep as he could. I caressed his testicles but was more focused on my own pleasure.

"Continue Kamini," he managed to mutter between his subservient acts.

"Ah..." I moaned and said, "You are so good Ashok."

After settling myself for a few more moments, I continued, "I didn't dare to look below or stop him. All I did was close the gap between us and thereby brought his naked penis in close contact with my vagina. Even with two layers of clothing between us, I knew that he was a gifted man. I didn't even think men came that large. He surely would have stretched me even after having given birth to a child. We once again continued our kissing and this time our fervor knew no bounds. He started humping me, effectively rubbing his penis vigorously against my pussy lips.

We had reached a point of no return and I failed to understand why he didn't pull on the knot of my Salwar and impale me on his penis. He kept on rubbing and at one point, practically had lifted me off but we were only simulating and not having actual intercourse. The effect for both of us was real though. I don't remember but I must have orgasm'd couple of times during that episode. Ranjitji took 12 minutes to show signs of ejaculation. And then he did the most audacious thing until then. He pulled down my Salwar and hurriedly pushed his rigid penis into my pantie and stroked a few times before ejaculating right on my lips. Jet after jet his thick semen pushed into my vagina and quickly formed a pool at the entrance. If I hadn't been pregnant at that time, I very well could have been due to that episode."

As I finished my story, I was on the verge of my orgasm with Ashok as well. He continued licking me until I finished and then leaning forward, I took his penis into my mouth. Only a few times I bobbed up on his penis and he sputtered in my mouth. I hastily withdrew but not before he shot some of it in my mouth.

Most of what I told Ashok was completely false. It was true that Ranjitji did feel me very well for sometime; perhaps in all for 2-3 minutes of the total journey duration of about 3 hours. Just the way I had described to Ashok, he did hold me and there indeed was a moment where I felt that in that rush he would indeed impale me but it was difficult given the circumstances. However, there was clearly a moment when we both realized that he was taking advantage of the situation and I was allowing it, even if reluctantly.

And then for a minute or even less, he kneaded my butt clearly indicating his intention and when I glared at him, he leaned forward to kiss me. I evaded his lips but he managed to plant his lips on my cheeks. And that cheeky bastard didn't hesitate from squeezing one of my breasts as well. We soon separated as the station had arrived. He tried several times to score opportunities with me but I maintained distance from him. I hated him much more than Jai Singh and due to my repulsion for him, I found him sexually very attractive. Some of it also had to do with what Ranjitji's wife, Shobha, had shared with me.

Ranjit and Shobha had been married for over 2 decades. Shobha was a petite woman but had put on a lot of weight. They were mismatched in terms of their body dimensions just the way Ashok and I were. Even though Ranjit was quite dark, he managed to score a fair and good looking wife. Shobha was a bitchy woman and took sometime before opening up. Even then I was careful around her and never said anything unwarranted. After that brief episode with Ranjit, we grew closer to each other.

She shared gory details about her sex life and while she encouraged me, I rarely indulged her. Ranjit was a sex maniac and every willing for a romp in bed. The first few years of marriage were pure bliss and even though she often tired off after the second session in a day, Ranjit would demand for more. They delayed having a child for a few years, which was uncommon during those days but both were into oral and anal sex and hence didn't have to try too hard. She became pregnant after 4 years of sex filled life and soon after that spent almost a decade in pregnant state, delivering 4 children. She miscarried once and had she not tied her tubes, she could have had the 5th one as well. She was relieved as her child bearing days were finally behind here but sex didn't stop.

Even now they apparently had sex at least 3-4 times a week, which was pretty high frequency, considering the responsibilities they both had. All these details didn't move but when she started dropping hints about Ranjit's dimensions then I felt intrigued. She always worried about his letching nature and understood that even though she was past her prime, he still needed a lot more sex and would seek it outside.

It took more than two years for Shobha to warm up to me. Before my arrival into their family she was the prettiest woman in our family. Sejal was neither as pretty, nor did it matter as much as the men viewed her more as their daughter. Although Ranjitji seemed to have tried his luck with her unsuccessfully. Sejal found a good friend in Shobha and spoke quite frankly about her disdain for her own family. Shobha had similar disdain for our family but since she was married to Ranjit, she felt privileged. Although it was difficult to understand her rationale.

The imbecile that Sejal was, she even dared to say that perhaps it would not harm if Ranjit spent some quality time with me and perhaps would keep me happy for a little while. Shobha started dropping suggestions that it wasn't a bad idea now that I had two children there was a little time for some experimentation while my body got ready for another one. It was common in our communities to have 3-4 children and some even dared to have more. Whether it was Sejal's guidance or Shobha's intuition it just felt that they both understood someone was needed to fill Jai Singh's void.

Shobha in a subtle way started guiding me towards Ranjit. It could have been a double edged sword; I didn't dare take her advice. I continued ignoring her. My affair started with Babuji in a silent manner. Ashok and I didn't deliberate over it anymore. Unlike the last time after my pregnancy, Ashok didn't wait for too long before initiating sex with me. In a matter of a month, he started regularly mounting me. Ashok was diligent about it though and understood his limitations so very well that he never failed to overcompensate by eating me and helped me scale my first orgasm. Due to my relative lack of interest in sex at that time all I did was lay in bed until Ashok pleasured me with his tongue. And then he would mount me for a few minutes, sometimes up to 10 minutes but never longer than that. It was hard for me to feel him due to my dilated vagina that was taking its time to regain its normal proportions but I enjoyed it. Sometimes I would even reach another orgasm but mostly he would abandon me there. Still I was quite pleased with his attempts.

Somewhere around in the second month of my delivery, on certain days I started refusing him. Ashok didn't mind as he was getting a lot more sex compared to what he was getting in last couple of years. Just in two weeks though he started noticing the pattern and one night when I returned after having sex with my father-in-law, he approached me. It wasn't the first time but strangely after that open discussion with him things were different. I thought he now understood what was going on. It took me only a few minutes to warm up to him and I turned and offered him my lips. Only a few minutes ago, I cleaned my father-in-law's spent penis with my mouth. Ashok showed no revulsion and kissed me intensely.

A few moments later despite my pleading he dived into my messy pussy and stuck his tongue into the filthiest of holes. Due to my affiliation, my father-in-law had become quite virile and was now generating enough semen to easily impregnate me; or rival Jai Singh. Within a few minutes after cleaning my vagina he mounted me eagerly and pumped me for a couple of minutes before ejaculating inside me. It was an amazing feeling as he squirted inside me and flooded me with his semen. After recovering our breath, he managed to ask, "Since when did you start going to him?"