16-03-2026, 06:39 AM
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The mehendi was followed by a lavish lunch with all members of the family, like aunts, uncles and cousins, at the dining table. After lunch, I went to my bedroom upstairs. It was my husband's room when he lived here, and we would stay there every time we visited. I changed into a comfortable maxi gown as worn by many married women in India. Later, I took a much needed nap after the long journey by train to get here.
In the evening, I joined everyone downstairs for tea. I went to the kitchen to lend a helping hand to Aai aunts, who were busy preparing tea and snacks for everyone.
"Give this cup to Baba." Aai said, handing me a cup of piping hot tea. He preferred it without sugar, not because he had diabetes but because he was health and fitness conscious. I walked out of the kitchen with the cup of tea and a few biscuits on a tray.
Baba was sitting in the living area. He was sitting on a couch alone with some relatives near the dining area. I walked around the courtyard and reached him. He was reading a newspaper and closed it and sat up straight when he saw me coming.
"Thank you so much, Shalu." Baba said as I approached him with tea.
'Shalu?? He had never, ever called me Shalu before. Even my husband never called me that,' I thought as I bent down to keep the tray on the table in front of him.
After placing the tray on the table, I looked at him and noticed his gaze not on my face, but on my chest. I was wearing a loose gown with a deep neck and when I bent down, he got a very good view of my cleavage. Though I was wearing a bra, my ample bosom popped out.
He was so engrossed at staring at my breasts that he didn't realise that I had caught him. A couple of seconds later, he looked at me, but instead of being embarrassed or stumbling for an excuse, he simply looked at me and smiled. That smile made my pussy quiver instantly. It had been a long time since someone had leered at me so hungrily and even though it was my father-in-law, my body sensed a man and reacted to a man's gaze and reacted accordingly. I felt it quiver, followed by a feeling of dampness between my thighs.
I quickly stood up before anyone could see me bending over and him leering at my tits. He looked up at me and smiled and I, instead of being offended or even pretending to be offended, I gave him an awkward smile before walking away.
-
I didn't realise how quickly the day passed. I spent the evening catching up with the family on my husband's side, most of whom I was for the first time after my wedding. I also helped the ladies with cooking in the kitchen. Then everyone had dinner.
After dinner, some of the men went outside the house for a stroll while the ladies sat in the courtyard chatting and preparing for the following day.
Baba sat in his favorite corner, the living area. He spent some time on the large wooden swing before making himself comfortable on the couch nearby.
"Suman," he called out to Aai after some time.
"Haan?" she replied. She was sitting on the floor in the courtyard. Baba's sister Kamala was applying hair oil to Aai's hair.
"Can you come here and apply oil to my feet?" He asked.
"Give me some time. Kamala is oiling my hair, and I still have some chores left. I will do it after."
"Hmmpfff... I need to go to bed sometime," he replied, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Pch... this man has no patience." Aai said under her breath and a few ladies around giggled. She looked around a bit and then looked at me. "Shalini beta, can you please go and rub some oil on his feet? His feet start aching after a long day in the fields and he has trouble sleeping. I do it every day, but today, I need a break. I am exhausted."
"Okay Aai. I'll do it. Where is the oil?" I asked her.
"It's in the kitchen, on the shelf to the left." She replied.
I got up and went to the kitchen to get the oil.
"Aho... Shalini will help you today." Aai said to him loudly from across the house.
"Hmmpff..." Baba replied.
I got the oil and walked to the living area where Baba was seated. I sat near his feet in front of him. He was wearing a lungi, which he pulled up a couple of inches, revealing his feet up to the ankles.
"Your feet hurt?" I asked as I rubbed some oil between my hands.
"I go every day to the fields and spend the day there, standing for almost the whole day and they start to hurt a bit. Your Aai applies some oil, which gives me some relief and helps me sleep," he said as he put his right foot forward, placing the hell on my lap.
I started rubbing the oil on his foot, reaching a couple of inches above the ankle before sliding my hands down to the heel and toes.
I heard Baba sighing in relief. I looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed. I massaged his foot, occasionally pressing it, which made him sigh louder.
"Your hands are soft, Shalu," he sighed. I looked up at him; he was looking at me with his eyes half open. I blushed and smiled at him.
A couple of minutes into the massage, I noticed something move. I looked up again, but Baba's eyes were closed, and his head was resting against the back of the couch. But before I could look back down, I saw his crotch twitch
I watched his lungi bounce up and down every time I pressed his foot with my hand. I tried to ignore it, thinking it could be a natural reaction of a man to a woman's touch, but the more I massaged his foot, the more his penis twitched under his lungi to a point that the tent of his lungi became apparent.
Was he unaware of his body's reaction or was his ignorance on purpose? Was he shameless enough to sport a full blown erection in front of his daughter in law?
I tried to ignore it, not look at it and continued massaging his feet, but curiosity got the better of me. I looked up at his thighs and saw the tent rising up through his thighs prominently. He was still facing up with his eyes closed, unaware of his poking hard on.
He sighed and moaned as I massaged his foot. I was not sure if his sighs and moans were from the pain relief my massage was giving him or were they from the pleasure of my touch. It seemed to be the latter because of the evident erection.
As much as I tried to brush it away, my body, deprived of any male attention for weeks, responded to this sight. My nipples started hardening. It had been a long time since I had seen a man moan and sigh at my touch. Rahul had been too busy with work, so things had been very cold in the bedroom. So, even if it was absolutely morally wrong, my natural instincts acted up here.
I had to put a stop to it before anyone noticed Baba's obvious boner in front of his daughter in law.
"Baba... uhh... I think you should cover your thighs before Aai comes here." I said, albeit awkwardly.
The moment I mentioned Aai, Baba opened his eyes and sat up straight. He looked down at me and then his erection before grabbing the newspaper lying nearby and placed it on his thighs.
"Ohh... yes... uhh... sorry... ya." He fumbled with words. Itwas the first time I had seen a usually confident Baba, so awkward.
"I think that's enough," he said as he pulled his feet back.
"Okay. I hope you felt good, Baba," I said and giggled.
"Haha... yes... uhh... the pain in my feet is gone... hehe..." he replied.
I stood up first and then bent down to pick up the bottle of oil, giving him yet another fleeting glimpse of my ample breasts, enclosed tightly in my bra. Baba couldn't help but ogle at them for a brief moment.
I went back and sat with the women in the courtyard. They were all so busy chatting that no one bothered to look at us the whole time. I looked at Baba a few times and noticed him observing me from the couch. I realised that I had lit a flame.
It was well past midnight before everyone went to bed. Baba went to bed soon after the massage, but the ladies and some other relatives stayed on. Even though I was tired, they kept me hanging around.
I finally made it to my bedroom. I closed the door and crashed on the bed. The journey by train had been long and exhausting, and the day in the house was busy. I wanted to get some sleep, but it kept avoiding me.
Events of the day played in my head, especially the incidents with Baba. First, he ogled at my cleavage in the evening and then the foot massage I gave him after dinner kept playing in my mind.
My father-in-law clearly had the hots for me. It was evidently clear from the boner he got at my mere touch. What surprised me even more was my reaction to all this. Instead of just brushing it away, I, in a way, silently encouraged him, especially with the cleavage show I gave him after the foot massage.
'This is wrong! Morally, socially, and ethically. He is my father-in-law for God's sakes, my husband's father!' I silently scolded myself. But my body unconsciously reacted to a man's attention, even if the man wasn't my husband, but his father.
My mind and body played tricks with me. My mind would flash images of his lusty gaze and his lungi covered hard-on every few seconds to which my body would react, and then my mind would throw up lessons of morality.
My body seemed to have triumphed when my hands reached down inside my panties and started playing with my pussy. My pussy, which had been deprived of male attention for so long, instantly reacted to my own touch. I tried to think as much as I could about my husband as I furiously fingered myself, but my mind kept flashing images of Baba, which only hastened my orgasm.
I covered my mouth with my hand as I came hard from the self-induced orgasm. My body thrashed and writhed as I came for several seconds. I felt a sense of relief wash over me when it ended, as if an enormous burden had been lifted. I didn't realise when I fell asleep in that state.
In the evening, I joined everyone downstairs for tea. I went to the kitchen to lend a helping hand to Aai aunts, who were busy preparing tea and snacks for everyone.
"Give this cup to Baba." Aai said, handing me a cup of piping hot tea. He preferred it without sugar, not because he had diabetes but because he was health and fitness conscious. I walked out of the kitchen with the cup of tea and a few biscuits on a tray.
Baba was sitting in the living area. He was sitting on a couch alone with some relatives near the dining area. I walked around the courtyard and reached him. He was reading a newspaper and closed it and sat up straight when he saw me coming.
"Thank you so much, Shalu." Baba said as I approached him with tea.
'Shalu?? He had never, ever called me Shalu before. Even my husband never called me that,' I thought as I bent down to keep the tray on the table in front of him.
After placing the tray on the table, I looked at him and noticed his gaze not on my face, but on my chest. I was wearing a loose gown with a deep neck and when I bent down, he got a very good view of my cleavage. Though I was wearing a bra, my ample bosom popped out.
He was so engrossed at staring at my breasts that he didn't realise that I had caught him. A couple of seconds later, he looked at me, but instead of being embarrassed or stumbling for an excuse, he simply looked at me and smiled. That smile made my pussy quiver instantly. It had been a long time since someone had leered at me so hungrily and even though it was my father-in-law, my body sensed a man and reacted to a man's gaze and reacted accordingly. I felt it quiver, followed by a feeling of dampness between my thighs.
I quickly stood up before anyone could see me bending over and him leering at my tits. He looked up at me and smiled and I, instead of being offended or even pretending to be offended, I gave him an awkward smile before walking away.
-
I didn't realise how quickly the day passed. I spent the evening catching up with the family on my husband's side, most of whom I was for the first time after my wedding. I also helped the ladies with cooking in the kitchen. Then everyone had dinner.
After dinner, some of the men went outside the house for a stroll while the ladies sat in the courtyard chatting and preparing for the following day.
Baba sat in his favorite corner, the living area. He spent some time on the large wooden swing before making himself comfortable on the couch nearby.
"Suman," he called out to Aai after some time.
"Haan?" she replied. She was sitting on the floor in the courtyard. Baba's sister Kamala was applying hair oil to Aai's hair.
"Can you come here and apply oil to my feet?" He asked.
"Give me some time. Kamala is oiling my hair, and I still have some chores left. I will do it after."
"Hmmpfff... I need to go to bed sometime," he replied, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Pch... this man has no patience." Aai said under her breath and a few ladies around giggled. She looked around a bit and then looked at me. "Shalini beta, can you please go and rub some oil on his feet? His feet start aching after a long day in the fields and he has trouble sleeping. I do it every day, but today, I need a break. I am exhausted."
"Okay Aai. I'll do it. Where is the oil?" I asked her.
"It's in the kitchen, on the shelf to the left." She replied.
I got up and went to the kitchen to get the oil.
"Aho... Shalini will help you today." Aai said to him loudly from across the house.
"Hmmpff..." Baba replied.
I got the oil and walked to the living area where Baba was seated. I sat near his feet in front of him. He was wearing a lungi, which he pulled up a couple of inches, revealing his feet up to the ankles.
"Your feet hurt?" I asked as I rubbed some oil between my hands.
"I go every day to the fields and spend the day there, standing for almost the whole day and they start to hurt a bit. Your Aai applies some oil, which gives me some relief and helps me sleep," he said as he put his right foot forward, placing the hell on my lap.
I started rubbing the oil on his foot, reaching a couple of inches above the ankle before sliding my hands down to the heel and toes.
I heard Baba sighing in relief. I looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed. I massaged his foot, occasionally pressing it, which made him sigh louder.
"Your hands are soft, Shalu," he sighed. I looked up at him; he was looking at me with his eyes half open. I blushed and smiled at him.
A couple of minutes into the massage, I noticed something move. I looked up again, but Baba's eyes were closed, and his head was resting against the back of the couch. But before I could look back down, I saw his crotch twitch
I watched his lungi bounce up and down every time I pressed his foot with my hand. I tried to ignore it, thinking it could be a natural reaction of a man to a woman's touch, but the more I massaged his foot, the more his penis twitched under his lungi to a point that the tent of his lungi became apparent.
Was he unaware of his body's reaction or was his ignorance on purpose? Was he shameless enough to sport a full blown erection in front of his daughter in law?
I tried to ignore it, not look at it and continued massaging his feet, but curiosity got the better of me. I looked up at his thighs and saw the tent rising up through his thighs prominently. He was still facing up with his eyes closed, unaware of his poking hard on.
He sighed and moaned as I massaged his foot. I was not sure if his sighs and moans were from the pain relief my massage was giving him or were they from the pleasure of my touch. It seemed to be the latter because of the evident erection.
As much as I tried to brush it away, my body, deprived of any male attention for weeks, responded to this sight. My nipples started hardening. It had been a long time since I had seen a man moan and sigh at my touch. Rahul had been too busy with work, so things had been very cold in the bedroom. So, even if it was absolutely morally wrong, my natural instincts acted up here.
I had to put a stop to it before anyone noticed Baba's obvious boner in front of his daughter in law.
"Baba... uhh... I think you should cover your thighs before Aai comes here." I said, albeit awkwardly.
The moment I mentioned Aai, Baba opened his eyes and sat up straight. He looked down at me and then his erection before grabbing the newspaper lying nearby and placed it on his thighs.
"Ohh... yes... uhh... sorry... ya." He fumbled with words. Itwas the first time I had seen a usually confident Baba, so awkward.
"I think that's enough," he said as he pulled his feet back.
"Okay. I hope you felt good, Baba," I said and giggled.
"Haha... yes... uhh... the pain in my feet is gone... hehe..." he replied.
I stood up first and then bent down to pick up the bottle of oil, giving him yet another fleeting glimpse of my ample breasts, enclosed tightly in my bra. Baba couldn't help but ogle at them for a brief moment.
I went back and sat with the women in the courtyard. They were all so busy chatting that no one bothered to look at us the whole time. I looked at Baba a few times and noticed him observing me from the couch. I realised that I had lit a flame.
It was well past midnight before everyone went to bed. Baba went to bed soon after the massage, but the ladies and some other relatives stayed on. Even though I was tired, they kept me hanging around.
I finally made it to my bedroom. I closed the door and crashed on the bed. The journey by train had been long and exhausting, and the day in the house was busy. I wanted to get some sleep, but it kept avoiding me.
Events of the day played in my head, especially the incidents with Baba. First, he ogled at my cleavage in the evening and then the foot massage I gave him after dinner kept playing in my mind.
My father-in-law clearly had the hots for me. It was evidently clear from the boner he got at my mere touch. What surprised me even more was my reaction to all this. Instead of just brushing it away, I, in a way, silently encouraged him, especially with the cleavage show I gave him after the foot massage.
'This is wrong! Morally, socially, and ethically. He is my father-in-law for God's sakes, my husband's father!' I silently scolded myself. But my body unconsciously reacted to a man's attention, even if the man wasn't my husband, but his father.
My mind and body played tricks with me. My mind would flash images of his lusty gaze and his lungi covered hard-on every few seconds to which my body would react, and then my mind would throw up lessons of morality.
My body seemed to have triumphed when my hands reached down inside my panties and started playing with my pussy. My pussy, which had been deprived of male attention for so long, instantly reacted to my own touch. I tried to think as much as I could about my husband as I furiously fingered myself, but my mind kept flashing images of Baba, which only hastened my orgasm.
I covered my mouth with my hand as I came hard from the self-induced orgasm. My body thrashed and writhed as I came for several seconds. I felt a sense of relief wash over me when it ended, as if an enormous burden had been lifted. I didn't realise when I fell asleep in that state.
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