Adultery Hot Family Secrets (Updated : Oct 28)

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In the next room Poonam asked her friend Malavika “Mala.. I know how tough it would have been without your husband for half of the month, would ever thought of another man ?”



Malavika thought for a while and replied “Poonam, it would be a lie if I say no.. thoughts of another man ? no.. but did I not smell another man ? no.. Poonam, the desire to be with a man that loves you so much is much more than the idea of cheating that very man to seek your own pleasures.. this is more so for my daughter who was missing her loving papa.. anyway I will tell you an incident where we found a similar love in another man.. yes, the very man how gave life to our man.. I will tell in detail to you… “

Both Poonam and Sameer are ready to hear the story..

Narayana.. father of my husband lives in a small town in south india doing business in north india. My father in law lost his wife right after our marriage and we then relocated to Delhi on job leaving my father in law in his small town.. I have lot of respect for him and calls him as babuji as a loving father. He also has a daughter who lives in same town.. there were some property disputes in the family in the past

One day around 2 PM, I was taking shower and heard the door bell.. who would it be ? its not time for Manju to come from sch ool yet.. I hurriedly wrapped my sari around and opened the door. I was stuned.. it was my father in law.. I invited him inside and gave him a warm hug which I do normally.. I was freshly bathed, let some of my wet hair fall on my blouse at the front.. I was not aware of my state as I was pleasantly surprised by the sudden visit of babuji

He came inside and handed over me a bag full of sweets and eateries he brought from his place

“how are you Malavika ? its been almost 4 years since I saw you… how is my angel ? did she go to sch ool… I think that idiot is travelling right ?”

Babuji never holds back, he is very friendly with me.. I gave him some juice and sat in the chair while he was sitting in sofa

“babuji.. how do you know your son is not in town ?”

“Malaa.. you might have taken fresh bath.. but your face is looking tired.. I can see the spark in your eyes missing Mala”



I like the way he calls me as Mala.. like my husband.. once he said sorry to me for calling me like that.. I scolded him and told him.. babuji you are like my father.. you are the head of the family.. you have lot of respect and love on me.. as your daughter in law its my duty to keep you happy.. if you like calling me as Mala like your own daughter, I really like being called that way.. it brings us much more closer. He said thanks, he never hugged me nor touched me unnecessarily even though sometimes he used to compliment me and appreciate my beauty.. he once said.. this idiot is not suitable for such a loving wife like you.. always travelling and ignore the wife and the kid.. you should have married a man like me who would always be at home to take care of you

I don’t know in what sense he told that but I really felt happy

At the age of 50, he looks well built, he is tall and sharp. Nicely dresses, his broad shoulders and thick mustache and manly features would completely make a mockery of how my husband looks.. sometimes I get a doubt why my husband didn’t inherit even half of his manly features. His deep voice and serious looks make any woman fall for him.. without a woman in his life, he maintained utmost discipline in his life, even though he keeps travelling he never smelt a woman..

“what happened Mala.. why are you silent ?”

I woke up from my thoughts and hiding my tears replied

“babuji… I got used to him.. its tough but unavoidable”

“Mala.. I told that idiot to resign and comeback home, he can take care of my family business and be happy, spend time with you and the kid… but he never listened”

“babuji.. he is your son… same thinking.. he didn’t want to depend on someone.. just like you refused ti wind up there and come here and stay with us… anyway its my mistake also”

“your mistake ? how ?”

“babuji.. on our first visit to your place after marriage, I picked up some fight with you and even shouted at you.. it was my mistake…some misunderstanding on family properties with your daughter.. I scolded you we don’t want your propertied , we don’t you also… that was very harsh on my part babuji”


As I was telling that, I got emotional and went and sat next to him and lied my head on his shoulders and holding his right arm, looked at him pleading him to forgive me.. even though he immediately excused me, but that guilt feeling in me never disappeared.. he was holding my waist and pulling me more closer to him and kissed on my cheeks and replied “Mala.. you are such a sensitive girl.. I liked the way you backed my son… you were ready to lose your share of properties but not ready to lose your husband.. you said we don’t want to see me.. I knew you will call me next day itself.. same thing happened.. after landing in Delhi, you called me and cried for a minute..

I knew how much you love this lonely sole.. you might be living thousands of miles away but you are always in my heart Mala.. I love you so much,,” , he was smelling my freshly bathed skin and the wetness of lose hair made my blouse wet making my boobs visible to him.. he tightened his grip on my waist and gave another strong kiss.. this time very close to my lips and then suddenly left me and told sorry

I also immediately adjusted my sari pallu and moved away from him.. we both were silent for a while..

“sorry Mala…”, his voice is shivering

“its ok babuji..”, even my voice was shivering

“I can sense how much you are missing your husband”

“haa…”, I needed to divert the topic and asked him “babuji when did you come to Delhi?”

“two day back”

I was angry.. didn’t speak to him for a while

“sorry Mala.. I know you wanted me to stay in your house.. when your husband is not at home how can I stay here for so long ?”

That really made me go mad… I got up swiftly and went to kitchen

He followed me and held my hand “sorry Mala.. I didn’t mean it.. sometimes I think like a small town man.. here in this big city Delhi who cares who stays with who.. any way, my business work is over, initially I decided to stay here for 2 more days, but now I will extend it by another 2 days.. are you happy now dear ?”, he looked intiomy eyes and winked..

I was shocked.. pleasantly .. immediately he said

“Mala.. I know how much depressed you are without your husband, I am trying hard to keep you happy… did I cross my limits ?”



I moved forward and hugged him and nestled my head on his chest and replied “babuji… I always wanted you to be like this.. you are always serious.. but now the way you are talking freely with me, made me feel very happy… anyway, babuji, I have seen everything in my life, but our angel Manju is the one who needs this love.. yes, she is missing her papa.. parental love.. father after father.. grand father.. you have the obligation to keep her happy.. remember how happy she was 4 years back when we came there and you played with her like a kid and you teased her and even picked up fights with her.. she needs that grandpa again.. she calls you as dadu… as a loving grandpa.. she would be jumping in joy the moment she sees you.. babuji, I want you be this way.. no hesitation, no inhibitions.. just be like what you are… show your love to our angel.. she is in depression babuji..make her happy.. play with her.. cuddle her and caress her.. you take your love on me and give it to her”

Babuji was little hesitant for some reason… If he really sees her live and notices how big she is already, he will be in shock

This is what he might be thinking she will be like



Whereas this is how she is now



meanwhile my coffee is ready.. while sitting on the kitchen platform and sipping my coffee he said “Mala…just for this coffee alone I would travel thousands of miles and be with you.. you know how to make me happy”

He always likes my coffee

After allowing him to taste my coffee, I again raised the same topic

“babuji.. you didn’t answer my question .. would you make my angel happy “

“Mala.. I am thinking about that only… she is now grown up.. how can play the same games with her now ?”

I again got angry on him and walked into living room. He followed me.. he sat next to me. He held my hands and replied “Mala.. one more coffee please”, the way he is making the serious situation turn into jovial mode, made me melt for him.. just for a second only.. then I recovered and asked him “babuji.. I will give you coffee every hour, would you make my daughter happy ?”



He pulled me into his bear hug and told “Mala.. don’t worry.. I will do anything to make both of you happy.. I came here to Delhi on business but after seeing you I felt I should have come to see you long back.. I will go with the flow and if you notice anything objectionable you can raise red flag.. at this age, my honour , reputation is equally important as keeping my family happy”

I really like the way he balances out the things..

“ok babuji.. go and change your dress and freshen up. Its time Manju comes from sch ool”

He went to guest toom, which is also Manju's room. He came back in lungi and shirt. He was holding Manju’s panty and vest and showed me “Mala.. her room is messy… her cloths are all over the bed..”

I was shocked at first.. then recovered “babuji.. we are just two people at home.. who else would come to our house.. sometimes she wouldn’t even wear those panty , vest and roam around the house… babuji… this new generation girls.. you don’t know how fast they are.. this is Delhi.. half of her friends wont stay at home.. after the sch ool, they hang out with boys and have parties and come next day morning to get ready for sch ool.. Manju is not like that.. for her only two people in her world.. her parents”

Babuji felt happy with my explanation “that’s good to know.. like her papa, she is also principled and good mannered.. “, he went back and put her stuff in the laundry and cleaned her room..

He came to living room and waiting for Manju to come..

The door bell rang, my babuji, her dadu.. went and opened the door.. Manju looked at dadu (grandpa) and threw the sch ool bag aside and jumped on him, the strong tall man that he is my babuji held her by her buttocks and pulled her in while my angel held him tight with her legs and started kissing him all over his face.. she is almost crying and unable to control her emotions she was not giving him any chance to talk.. she loves her dadu so much , she missed her for 4 years, she has been missing her papa for so long and got addicted to papa’s love she almost forgot about her garndpa’s love, he played with her a lot when we went there.. Manju doesn’t have a sibling, so she missed all the fun playing, fighting with her sibling which her dadu filled in during that vacation.

My babuji is also unable to hide his tears and hugged her tight, they were in each others embrace for a while like lovers meeting after a long time. It was my babuji who recovered first and started looking at her in detail and looked at me and told “Mala.. our angel has changed a lot.. looks like I cant play with her like in the past..”



I understood what he meant by that.. she has already grown up beyond her age.. especially her boobs are much bigger, even in sch ool dress they appear big and when she is at home in her night dress…uffff… being a woman I myself feel envy of her beauty which made her papa also to fall for her

Hearing that from dadu, she raised a bit on his stomach and hugged his head with her boobs and kept it like that for a while and then releasing her grip, looking into his eyes said “dadu.. girls will grow fast.. you are seeing me after 4 years.. do you expect me to be still like how I was at that time..”

My babuji knows the trick.. not to argue with her.. simply be on her side.. he replied , holding her back and pushing her slightly towards him “Manju.. for my eyes you are always an angel.. I am here to make you happy.. play with you.. fight with you.. be with you.. like your sibling.. ok.. “, he kissed her on cheeks

She felt very happy and kissed him back and told me “mom… look where dadu’s eyes are..he is not able to take his eyes off my beauty”

Both her dadu and myself were shocked by her bold language.. babuji tapped her head and replied “Mala.. look who is complaining.. see what her foot is doing… she used to pull my lungi off and make fun off me.. shame ..shame..”

Manju stopped rubbing his ass with her foot. Babuji got her down and asked her to freshen up
I knew they both are bold but after 4 years things have heated up even more

I am very happy for my daughter that she is happy now and atleast for 4 days she will forget the pain of missing her papa..

She went to room and screamed loud

We both went in…

“is this my room ? its so clean and neat.. dadu, is it you who cleaned up my room ?”

Babuji showed me.. he wanted the credit should come to me

“dadu.. your eyes cant tell lies.. mom never cleans my room… thanks dadu for cleaning the mess”

She took the towel and went to bathroom

We both came out and were chatting in living room.

Babuji might be from a small town but his knowledge on various subjects is great



While we were chit chatting, Manju came in her towel.. “mom, where is my velvet color dress, I cant find it in my shelf”

The way she came out from bathroom without drying her body and simply wrapping the small towel around made her look extremely hot.. half of her big boobs are visible and the thighs are itching to show her treasure.. I followed her to show the velvet dress… this is a special dress she wears on the first day of her papa’s return from trip.. she looks like a sex bomb in that dress.



Her tight big boobs protruding from her white short which is already showing her half inch (already) honey colored sharp nipples and her skin tight shorts exposing her thick white plumb thunder thighs. Any one who saw her half hour ago in her sch ool dress wouldn’t recognize her now in this dress… this is how she provokes her papa on his first day of return and he would show his frustration on me… Poonam, its very tough to handle my husband on his first day of return from trip

Now when Manju came out in her night dress, babuji was shocked !!!!

Ufffff…. What is he doing ? is he mad or what ? he removed his lungi and stood naked with his 11 inch long and 3 inch thick cock which is pulsating and twitching after seeing his hot grand daughter….ummmmm…. seeing babuji elephant lund, even my pussy started itching..ufffff… too much