Forbidden Desires – 3
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I had already tried to cover my chest as good as I could with my saree pallu but while bending forward it would naturally hang loose. I decided to let go and continued with lunch.
After lunch we retired to our rooms for resting. I got busy reading sex stories after making sure my door was locked this time. After a satisfying orgasm, I was seriously thinking about my father-in-law’s behavior with me in the last few days.
I had a gut feeling that this was not going to stop here. At the same time, me getting sexually involved with my father-in-law was forbidden. Despite this I had to admit that whatever daddy did so far felt so good and was a new and thrilling experience for me.
Something which I could not even think about or imagine with Daya. So here I was torn between moral values and satisfying my own peaking physical desires. Unable to think straight and come to a conclusion, I gave up and fell asleep.
Then at 5pm I went to the living room to find daddy sitting there reading something. I said “let me get the evening tea ready daddy” and went to the kitchen. I served him tea and was about to sit down opposite him when he said “come here Usha”.
I stopped and went close to him, daddy pushed my saree pallu aside and began fiddling with the waist chain. I curiously asked “what is it daddy”? He calmly replied “for such a beautiful figure and sexy waist like yours, this chain needs to be tied correctly”.
I blushed at his words, for the first time he had used the word sexy with me. After supposedly correcting my waist chain and feeling up my full waist liberally with his hands, daddy sealed my belly button with his lips again…
This time his one hand was around me, holding me in place just in case I try to move away. His expert tongue quickly melted my resolve to resist and move away getting me aroused again. His navel kiss and tongue probing made me forget who I was enjoying with.
This felt so good that now I never wanted him to stop. Daddy continued kissing and sucking my navel for a while. Only this time both his hands were massaging my butt cheeks pulling me more into him. This time too I felt my orgasm rapidly growing.
I was far too lost in enjoying the pleasures he was giving me, to do anything about it. Just then the doorbell rang. This brought both of us out or our reverie. I thanked God because if not for the doorbell, then the very next minute I would have orgasmed in daddy’s hands.
I went to answer the door correcting my clothes on the way and also wiping daddy’s saliva from my waist with my saree pallu. Daddy was obviously very pissed with the bad timed interruption.
It was a delivery guy from the clothes store, he had brought the two blouses as per dad’s orders. I closed the door after taking delivery and looked at dad, he was smiling ear to ear. I sat down on my seat opposite him quietly sipping my tea.
I said “daddy the tea has gone cold. Shall I warm it up for you”? He replied “yes Usha, tea always tastes better when served hot”. I picked up his cup and mine and headed to the kitchen. Surprisingly daddy also followed me right after.
I was curious about what he had in mind this time. While I warmed up the tea, daddy stood next to me caressing my waist with his hand. It felt so good that I didn’t say anything or think about moving away.
My father-in-law said “Usha you are so gifted. I know what I am doing is wrong but your beautiful and sexy waist attracts me like a magnet. I hope you don’t mind me taking these liberties with you”?
I replied “yes daddy, I too know that what we are doing is forbidden. But despite the taboo, I have to admit that I feel good and don’t mind it because Daya does never does anything like this to me”. I have no idea how I said this or what made me say it but I just honestly spoke my mind.
Hearing this, my father-in-law pulled me into a warm hug bubbling with excitement. I too let go of all inhibitions and hugged him with equal eagerness. This was the first time ever I was being hugged like this and it felt so good.
Even Daya, despite being my hubby never hugged me like this till date. Dad’s hands did not wander anywhere on my body and stayed still only holding me in the hug. I was hugging a man for the first time other than my husband and that too not in a casual hug.
This hug was in unspoken words giving daddy my consent to willingly participate in whatever he wanted to do with me. After the hug but while still holding me in his arms, daddy asked “can I kiss you darling”?
Hearing the word darling pushed me over the cliff, even Daya had never used that word for me till date… THE WORD which I have been longing to hear since god knows forever… I instinctively nodded yes while closing my eyes and raising my face expectantly to meet his lips.
Daddy kissed my forehead followed by my cheeks but did not kiss my lips. He said “this is all I ever wanted in life Usha darling. My wife hated it every time I kissed her. Thank you my darling daughter-in-law. I can now die a peaceful and content man”.
Hearing these words overwhelmed me with love and respect for this man, my father-in-law whom I fondly call daddy. Without care of the world or the taboo, I held his face and kissed him sensually on his lips. I don’t know what came over me but I simply did it and it felt really good.
I never got a chance to do this even with Daya, my hubby… I said “daddy I am always there for you when you need me. Please don’t ever talk about dying. You have shown me what real, unadulterated love can feel like” followed by kissing his lips again.
Daddy was beaming with overwhelming excitement now, he said “Uma does this mean I can taste your belly button once again”? I whispered “daddy call me darling… I love it when you call me that”. Daddy’s excitement went thru the roof now after hearing this.
I switched off the stove and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the living room. I sat him down and dropped my saree pallu baring my full waist to him. I stood close to him running my hands in his hair while he looked at me with hopeful eyes.
I warmly said “daddy just do it. Let’s finish what we started…”. Now I myself held his face bringing his mouth to my navel. Daddy wasted no time and went wild kissing and sucking my navel. I too let him without the slightest feeling of embarrassment even if I orgasmed in his hands.
Ohh, I cannot tell you how out of the world his lips and tongue felt. I was already heading speedily towards my orgasm and enjoying it too. I had been craving for this, craving exactly for this experience without any hope in sight till date.
Daddy continued for a long time and as expected I soon experienced the strongest orgasm of my life ever. He was quick to realize my condition and held me tightly in his arms while I swam thru it. Obviously this resulted in his face to be buried in my cleavage but I was beyond caring.
Only living out this moment mattered. I was so much in the heat of my orgasm that I was holding his face and rubbing my heaving bosom against it involuntarily. When I came to my senses, I let go of his face and looked at him. I asked “are you happy now daddy”?
He was still bubbling with excitement, he said “yes of course Usha”. I said “daddy please call me darling, I love it when you call me that way”. He replied “No Usha, I am sorry to have called you that in the heat of the moment. That privilege should remain with your husband only”.
I said “daddy there are many things we have done which should have been only Daya’s privilege, but sadly he has never done anything about it”. Daddy looked at me wide eyed surprised to no end.
I continued “daddy I have been longing to hear this word since my marriage, but Daya never used it despite me dropping enough hints. So I would love it so much it if you call me Darling”. My father-in-law was lost in his thoughts listening to this.
I said “daddy give me a few minutes, I want to use the bathroom first, then I will warm up the tea also”. I went and cleaned myself also changing my soaked panties. I held my old panties to my nose sniffing my own juices.
The same juices which were the result of my father-in-law’s actions. Unable to control, I licked the crotch area tasting my own juice… This was the first time I was doing this. It felt weird but erotic at the same time. I knew this was wrong too but yet it felt so good.
So after cleaning up I went to the kitchen and warmed the tea. I served the tea and sat alongside daddy. Daddy was quick to put his arm around my waist lightly caressing it. I too leaned in a little resting against his shoulders sipping our tea in silence.
To be continued…
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Thank you for all your messages and encouragement. Please read the previous parts so you can enjoy this better. Now let’s continue…
I had already tried to cover my chest as good as I could with my saree pallu but while bending forward it would naturally hang loose. I decided to let go and continued with lunch.
After lunch we retired to our rooms for resting. I got busy reading sex stories after making sure my door was locked this time. After a satisfying orgasm, I was seriously thinking about my father-in-law’s behavior with me in the last few days.
I had a gut feeling that this was not going to stop here. At the same time, me getting sexually involved with my father-in-law was forbidden. Despite this I had to admit that whatever daddy did so far felt so good and was a new and thrilling experience for me.
Something which I could not even think about or imagine with Daya. So here I was torn between moral values and satisfying my own peaking physical desires. Unable to think straight and come to a conclusion, I gave up and fell asleep.
Then at 5pm I went to the living room to find daddy sitting there reading something. I said “let me get the evening tea ready daddy” and went to the kitchen. I served him tea and was about to sit down opposite him when he said “come here Usha”.
I stopped and went close to him, daddy pushed my saree pallu aside and began fiddling with the waist chain. I curiously asked “what is it daddy”? He calmly replied “for such a beautiful figure and sexy waist like yours, this chain needs to be tied correctly”.
I blushed at his words, for the first time he had used the word sexy with me. After supposedly correcting my waist chain and feeling up my full waist liberally with his hands, daddy sealed my belly button with his lips again…
This time his one hand was around me, holding me in place just in case I try to move away. His expert tongue quickly melted my resolve to resist and move away getting me aroused again. His navel kiss and tongue probing made me forget who I was enjoying with.
This felt so good that now I never wanted him to stop. Daddy continued kissing and sucking my navel for a while. Only this time both his hands were massaging my butt cheeks pulling me more into him. This time too I felt my orgasm rapidly growing.
I was far too lost in enjoying the pleasures he was giving me, to do anything about it. Just then the doorbell rang. This brought both of us out or our reverie. I thanked God because if not for the doorbell, then the very next minute I would have orgasmed in daddy’s hands.
I went to answer the door correcting my clothes on the way and also wiping daddy’s saliva from my waist with my saree pallu. Daddy was obviously very pissed with the bad timed interruption.
It was a delivery guy from the clothes store, he had brought the two blouses as per dad’s orders. I closed the door after taking delivery and looked at dad, he was smiling ear to ear. I sat down on my seat opposite him quietly sipping my tea.
I said “daddy the tea has gone cold. Shall I warm it up for you”? He replied “yes Usha, tea always tastes better when served hot”. I picked up his cup and mine and headed to the kitchen. Surprisingly daddy also followed me right after.
I was curious about what he had in mind this time. While I warmed up the tea, daddy stood next to me caressing my waist with his hand. It felt so good that I didn’t say anything or think about moving away.
My father-in-law said “Usha you are so gifted. I know what I am doing is wrong but your beautiful and sexy waist attracts me like a magnet. I hope you don’t mind me taking these liberties with you”?
I replied “yes daddy, I too know that what we are doing is forbidden. But despite the taboo, I have to admit that I feel good and don’t mind it because Daya does never does anything like this to me”. I have no idea how I said this or what made me say it but I just honestly spoke my mind.
Hearing this, my father-in-law pulled me into a warm hug bubbling with excitement. I too let go of all inhibitions and hugged him with equal eagerness. This was the first time ever I was being hugged like this and it felt so good.
Even Daya, despite being my hubby never hugged me like this till date. Dad’s hands did not wander anywhere on my body and stayed still only holding me in the hug. I was hugging a man for the first time other than my husband and that too not in a casual hug.
This hug was in unspoken words giving daddy my consent to willingly participate in whatever he wanted to do with me. After the hug but while still holding me in his arms, daddy asked “can I kiss you darling”?
Hearing the word darling pushed me over the cliff, even Daya had never used that word for me till date… THE WORD which I have been longing to hear since god knows forever… I instinctively nodded yes while closing my eyes and raising my face expectantly to meet his lips.
Daddy kissed my forehead followed by my cheeks but did not kiss my lips. He said “this is all I ever wanted in life Usha darling. My wife hated it every time I kissed her. Thank you my darling daughter-in-law. I can now die a peaceful and content man”.
Hearing these words overwhelmed me with love and respect for this man, my father-in-law whom I fondly call daddy. Without care of the world or the taboo, I held his face and kissed him sensually on his lips. I don’t know what came over me but I simply did it and it felt really good.
I never got a chance to do this even with Daya, my hubby… I said “daddy I am always there for you when you need me. Please don’t ever talk about dying. You have shown me what real, unadulterated love can feel like” followed by kissing his lips again.
Daddy was beaming with overwhelming excitement now, he said “Uma does this mean I can taste your belly button once again”? I whispered “daddy call me darling… I love it when you call me that”. Daddy’s excitement went thru the roof now after hearing this.
I switched off the stove and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the living room. I sat him down and dropped my saree pallu baring my full waist to him. I stood close to him running my hands in his hair while he looked at me with hopeful eyes.
I warmly said “daddy just do it. Let’s finish what we started…”. Now I myself held his face bringing his mouth to my navel. Daddy wasted no time and went wild kissing and sucking my navel. I too let him without the slightest feeling of embarrassment even if I orgasmed in his hands.
Ohh, I cannot tell you how out of the world his lips and tongue felt. I was already heading speedily towards my orgasm and enjoying it too. I had been craving for this, craving exactly for this experience without any hope in sight till date.
Daddy continued for a long time and as expected I soon experienced the strongest orgasm of my life ever. He was quick to realize my condition and held me tightly in his arms while I swam thru it. Obviously this resulted in his face to be buried in my cleavage but I was beyond caring.
Only living out this moment mattered. I was so much in the heat of my orgasm that I was holding his face and rubbing my heaving bosom against it involuntarily. When I came to my senses, I let go of his face and looked at him. I asked “are you happy now daddy”?
He was still bubbling with excitement, he said “yes of course Usha”. I said “daddy please call me darling, I love it when you call me that way”. He replied “No Usha, I am sorry to have called you that in the heat of the moment. That privilege should remain with your husband only”.
I said “daddy there are many things we have done which should have been only Daya’s privilege, but sadly he has never done anything about it”. Daddy looked at me wide eyed surprised to no end.
I continued “daddy I have been longing to hear this word since my marriage, but Daya never used it despite me dropping enough hints. So I would love it so much it if you call me Darling”. My father-in-law was lost in his thoughts listening to this.
I said “daddy give me a few minutes, I want to use the bathroom first, then I will warm up the tea also”. I went and cleaned myself also changing my soaked panties. I held my old panties to my nose sniffing my own juices.
The same juices which were the result of my father-in-law’s actions. Unable to control, I licked the crotch area tasting my own juice… This was the first time I was doing this. It felt weird but erotic at the same time. I knew this was wrong too but yet it felt so good.
So after cleaning up I went to the kitchen and warmed the tea. I served the tea and sat alongside daddy. Daddy was quick to put his arm around my waist lightly caressing it. I too leaned in a little resting against his shoulders sipping our tea in silence.
To be continued…
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