Misc. Erotica Forbidden Desires

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This is a real story based on an unusual relationship which develops between a daughter-in-law and her father-in-law... The names of all characters have been changed for privacy reasons but the rest of the details are based on real events. 

This story is a part of a series and will span multiple chapters. I hope you all will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it 

Preeti

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Forbidden Desires – 1

 
Hello everyone my name is Usha, I am 27 years old and married to Daya who is 30 years old and we have a 5-year-old son. My husband is a businessman and he deals in import-exports and travels twice a month.
 
We stay with our in-laws. My father-in-law Prasad is 61 years old and mother-in-law Leela is 55 years old. Before anyone jumps to conclusions, my bedroom life is satisfactory and I have no complaints.
 
Compared to the stories I have read here, I would call my bedroom life surely better than average. Yes, we do only vanilla missionary sex but we did it consistently once every week on Sunday night.
 
Foreplay was limited to Daya sucking my nipples on rare occasions and I was very content with that and my knowledge of foreplay too ended at that. After that was 3-5 minutes of pumping action, enough to make me climax with him.
 
So I was very satisfied with my married life, so about my in-laws, my FIL is a very calm and composed man while my MIL is the exact opposite. She breathes down my neck from morning till night finding faults in almost everything I do or don’t do.
 
I even had to switch my clothes to super conservative type because she had a problem with that too. I only wear sarees now because I love it and it is currently my only best option. Before marriage I used to wear jeans, long skirts with t-shirts/tops and sarees only on special occasions.
 
My sarees were always tied way below my navel. I have a flat waist and love to flaunt it when I can. I am 34E-24-36 and have tear drop shaped breasts, I wear push up bras only because it makes my bust look bigger and very sexy as Daya describes it and loves it too.
 
My butt is curvy and firm despite marriage and childbirth. Even on the day of my marriage my saree was tied low waist. But from the very next day, it all changed because of my MIL’s incessant taunts. I was ordered to wear it such that I exposed minimum waistline and flesh.
 
All my deep neck and open back blouses went into cold storage as well, for the same reason. Thankfully Daya was very supportive and once inside the bedroom, he let me wear what I want. My FIL who I also call dad/ daddy was equally supportive and understood the challenges every time my MIL was around.
 
He was always the only one to pacify me after each time my MIL gave me an earful. I really liked him for his unwavering support and understanding because all day he was the only one at home besides her.
 
There were many occasions when me and dad used to be alone like in the kitchen away from my MIL. Those times he never missed a chance to appreciate and compliment me and my skills. After Daya came back from work, MIL would not tell me anything.
 
Instead she would be all gaga over him and the hard work he was doing. Last year my MIL developed multiple health complications due to obesity. To give you perspective, if I said she was fat as a potato then it would be an insult to the potato.
 
If I called her fat as a hippo, then that would be an understatement, I hope you get the picture. So after a few months of frequent hospitalization, she passed. The atmosphere at home was gloomy for obvious reasons with Daya and my FIL trying to get over the loss.
 
Daya took longer because he was mama’s boy. I too felt bad but also felt relieved at the same time. I was happy to get back my freedom at last. A few months later I changed back into my former dressing so I could entice Daya often like before my marriage.
 
My blouses were back to deep necks and deep backs and my sarees were tied low waist showcasing my flat waist. I made this transition gradually, carefully watching out for any objectionable signs from Daya or dad. Neither of them said anything about it.
 
I was so happy and enjoyed my new found freedom thoroughly. Dad said “Usha these sarees suit you better than the earlier ones”. I said “Daddy, you know how much mummy hated seeing me wear them”.
 
He said “well Usha now there is no one to taunt you. So do as you please. Wear whatever that makes you happy”. I thanked him and went about my chores. Sadly, my deep neck and open back blouses did not have any effect on Daya.
 
I had been reading lots of erotic stories and my sex drive was increasing day by day. Now my weekly dose of sex with Daya seemed insufficient but there was nothing I could do about it. Hence I settled with fingering in my bathroom.
 
Daya remained totally oblivious to my clothes as if nothing had changed. But at the same time I observed dad looking me up more often. Even when I stepped out of the house, I had men ogling my boobs and butt. This public attention made me feel good and alive again like before marriage days.
 
At the same time daddy’s stares on my big boobs and butt felt weird because I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. On every opportunity he would lustily stare at my cleavage especially when I bent forward to serve him.
 
One day, dad called me to his bedroom. When I entered, I found him sitting on his bed sifting thru family jewelry. He took a gold chain and said “Usha it is customary for us to give this to our daughter-in-law. But I am not sure why my wife did not give it to you till now. Here take this”.
 
Now jewelry is every woman’s dream and weakness. I was on cloud nine holding that beautiful thick gold chain in my hands. Dad said “please wear it now Usha so I can see how it looks on you”. I excitedly tried to tie it around my neck but was struggling.
 
Dad burst out laughing hysterically looking at me. He motioned me to come closer which I eagerly did. I thought he was going to help me tie it around my neck. He took the necklace from my hand and without asking me, he dropped my saree pallu off my shoulders baring my deep cleavage to him.
 
I was too shocked and frozen at this sudden event to do anything. He held me by my waist pulling me closer, so close that I was standing between his open legs with my chest just centimeters from his face. He leaned forward and put the chain around my waist.
 
This resulted in his cheeks brushing against my under boobs and then my naked waist while his hands felt up my waist all around. This sent lightning jolts of shivers thru my body. So let me tell you, my waist and especially my belly button is one of my super sensitive zones.
 
Daya plays with it sometimes to get me wet and aroused quickly before penetration. My mind was yelling that this is so wrong… because I was experiencing pleasures with my FIL which I should have only gotten from my hubby.
 
But at the same time, my body was on fire due to his touching… I had never felt so good and aroused before like this… maybe because Daya did not do it as nicely as his daddy was doing. Dad tied the chain around my waist feeling all of it up liberally with his hands.
 
Then he positioned the lock exactly where my belly button was. He said “wow, you look beautiful Usha”. Then he held my waist as if trying to turn my around and I turned as if under his hypnotic spell. His hands continued lingering on my waist as I turned.
 
I was finding it difficult to hide my own arousal and heavy breathing now. After dad had got a good look all around, he took my fallen saree pallu and dbangd it back over my shoulder. I said “this looks very expensive dad, thank you”.
 
He replied “you are worth it Usha. This looks more exquisite around your beautiful waist”. I left from there overjoyed and rushed straight to my dresser to take a look at myself in the mirror. The chain looked really beautiful, this was the first time I was wearing one.
 
I had seen it in many Indian movies and wondered how it would feel like to wear one for real. Then the wetness between my legs reminded me rush to my bed to quickly finger myself.
 
Despite the taboo, dad’s touch on my waist and the accidental brush of his face on my boobs and bare waist overwhelmed me with my arousal. I could not believe that I was now fingering myself thinking about my father-in-law.
 
I was writhing like crazy on my bed squeezing my big boobs over my blouse. My fingers were in overdrive in my gushing pussy making squishy sounds. This was the first time I was experiencing so much pleasures.
 
This time my orgasm was so intense and strong that I might have subconsciously moaned aloud. When I opened my eyes, I accidentally looked in the mirror opposite.
 
To be continued…
 
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Super. Involve the MIL who will "present" the daughter-in-law to daddy. Make the MIL an active participant in the erotica

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Super. Involve the MIL who will "present" the daughter-in-law to daddy. Make the MIL an active participant in the erotica

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[masti.bhai]

I dont think you read this story properly... Please read it again 

From the story, I read the MIL is against the DIL.
Did I miss anything?

[sexypreeti]

From the story, I read the MIL is against the DIL.
Did I miss anything?

Wait for the next episode 

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Forbidden Desires – 2

 
Thank you for all your messages and encouragement. Please read the previous parts so you can enjoy this better. Now let’s continue…
 
This time my orgasm was so intense and strong that I might have subconsciously moaned aloud. When I opened my eyes, I accidentally looked in the mirror opposite.
 
I was shocked to see my father-in-law standing at the door watching me while he massaged his hard sausage over his pants. Thankfully he did not realize me watching him thru the mirror because he was so lost.
 
I was not sure since how long daddy had been there. I was still lying waiting for my breathing to normalize after my last intense orgasm. I was lying on my bed with my head towards him and my saree curled up around my waist.
 
So at the most daddy could see my bare thighs and cleavage from top, nothing else. I corrected my clothes and then looked again in the mirror, daddy was gone. Out of curiosity I went to his bedroom.
 
He was not there, but I heard strange sounds from his attached bathroom. I tiptoed there placing my ear on the door. Daddy was stroking himself calling out my name. I was shocked but not surprised because of what just happened in my bedroom.
 
Then I stealthily left from there and changed into a fresh set of clothes. The rest of the day passed normally. Daya came home, we all chatted followed by dinner.
 
This time too dad stole glances at my cleavage and back while being careful about Daya being around. The very next day I switched back to my old conservative blouse on purpose.
 
Dad’s reaction was instant, he said “what happened to your other blouses Usha? You looked so much better in them”. In a hurry to dodge the question, I said “papa I don’t have much of them. They are all due for washing”.
 
He didn’t say anything. I went about my work as normal. Dad called me and asked “where is the chain Usha? Why are you not wearing it now”? I replied “sorry daddy, I forgot to wear it today”.
 
Even before I could battle an eyelid, dad was escorting me to my bedroom with his hand firmly around my waist. This touch again sent new sensations tingling thru my body arousing me again.
 
He stood holding me while I took out the chain from my cupboard. Then he took it from my hand and sat on my bed signaling me to come to him. I walked up to him, again standing between his wide-open legs.
 
For some unknown reason I was not feeling any shame this time and willingly dropped my saree pallu. Daddy smiled while his hands encircled my waist and his face brushed my boobs and waist, for longer this time.
 
Despite my own self-restraint, a soft moan escaped my lips when his face brushed my under boobs. Daddy was so close that his hot breath was hitting the undersides of my boobs speedily fueling my arousal.
 
After tying the chain, dad blew hot air at my navel making me moan again. Then he gave a wet french kiss on my navel making me let out a loud Ahh. Now my brain worked properly for the first time quickly bringing me back to reality.
 
I stepped back and said “stop daddy, this is so wrong. I am your daughter-in-law”. Dad looked at me for a moment, then he grabbed my waist with his strong hands pulling me back to him.
 
He firmly planted his mouth on my belly button and kissed harder. Despite the right signals from my brain, my body was again losing control. The sensations were so powerful that I placed my hands behind his head pressing him harder to my belly button while gasping for air between moans.
 
Daddy continued kissing for a good few minutes while his tongue explored my belly button inside out. I was on the brink of my orgasm and quickly came back to my senses again.
 
I pulled back from him a little because I couldn’t handle the embarrassment of cumming in front of him. Dad calmly said “see now, this looks so beautiful on you Usha” and left from there.
 
I only smiled signaling him a thanks with my eyes before I sat down on my bed with my overbearing arousal. As soon as he was out of the door, I lay on my bed pulling up my saree and petticoat.
 
I was beyond care about closing the door despite knowing well that daddy would probably be there watching me pleasure myself. Daddy’s touch and kiss on my navel had felt so good despite the taboo.
 
I had read about this navel pleasure in “Living my Fantasy”, “The Honeymoon” and other stories on this website. It had instantly become one of my favorite fantasies to experience it.
 
But at the same time, I knew Daya would never do it considering his lack of interest in foreplay. Daya only caresses my waist and that alone gets me wet enough.
 
So now this taboo experience with my father-in-law felt very acceptable to me. My arousal knew no limits driving me quickly towards my orgasm. Today’s orgasm was more intense than yesterday making me see stars when it crashed on my shores.
 
I glanced at the mirror to find dad massaging his hard sausage over his pajamas again while watching me with lust. Just like yesterday he was quickly gone by the time I corrected my clothes.
 
I tiptoed quickly to his bedroom and found him in the bathroom again stroking himself calling out my name. Today I heard him say something new. He said “ohh Usha, your navel is so beautiful and tasty. How I wish I could play with it all the time…”.
 
I found this very surprising but still very arousing especially because my father-in-law was saying it. I hopped back to my bathroom and cleaned up and corrected my clothes.
 
Then I stepped out for grocery shopping. When I came back, I saw Mr. Laal, our regular clothes store owner sitting with dad next to a pile of sarees. Daddy saw me enter, he said “quickly keep the bags in the kitchen and come here Usha”.
 
I did and came and stood next to him. Daddy held my hand and pulled me to sit next to him on the sofa. I was surprised at this gesture because this was the first-time daddy had held my hand like this.
 
I did not mind because compared to kissing my navel and watching me pleasure myself, this was nothing. He ordered Laal to display a variety of sarees only transparent chiffon types.
 
I looked at daddy shocked, he smiled and said “I know what looks good on you Usha, so trust me on this”. I have to admit that dad’s choice of colors was very good and quite similar to mine.
 
Then he asked for the blouse catalog. Daddy quickly flipped pages which had typical old-fashioned designs and stopped at the page with the latest trends… He put his finger on a blouse which was literally a bralette and looked at me.
 
I looked away embarrassed, daddy said “why? What is wrong with this design Usha… it is the present fashion trend and will look great on you”. I shyly replied “daddy you know I have never worn anything like this. This is too aggressive and exposing”.
 
Daddy said “so what Usha, now is a good time to try it”. Now even before I could say anything, dad looked at Laal. He said “please make two of these matching that black and beige sarees”.
 
I shrieked “no daddy, please no” and flipped the pages to designs similar to what I wear. I said “daddy please go with this”. He flipped one page to designs which were in between my selection and his.
 
He said “Usha your choice is very out of date. I am willing to settle for this alternative or what I chose earlier, only… You decide between these two”. Now thinking about his first choice, the second option seemed better despite the exposure.
 
The back was just a string on top to keep it together and the bottom was just a thin strip of cloth to cover the bra straps. I tried my luck by saying “I don’t know how Daya will take this daddy”.
 
Dad replied “ohh you don’t have to worry about him”. Dad told Laal to make all the blouses with this new design. I was told to go with the female assistant to my room for the measurements.
 
Dad told them to deliver two blouses of the colors of my choosing asap for my existing sarees, then they left. I served lunch and sat with dad. Surprisingly today dad seemed to be in a mood to help.
 
He worked with me in the kitchen getting the food ready which he has never done before. Every now and then he placed his palms on my waist feeling it on the silliest of excuse.
 
Honestly I was so used to this now and it felt very good, so I kept quiet. While serving lunch, my father-in-law was openly staring down my cleavage because we were alone.
 
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.
 
To be continued…
 
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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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Forbidden Desires – 4

 
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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.
 
Then daddy said “okay Usha, I am ready and happy to call you darling. But I too want something in return”. I simply thought he meant sex, while I was not sure how I would go about it, I said “ask me anything my daddy darling”.
 
He said “I will call you darling only when we are alone but provided you also call me Prasad. Please… please don’t say no”. I found it difficult to call my father-in-law by his first name considering our relationship, but at the same time he liked it that way.
 
So to make him happy, I said “fine daddy, I will call you Prasad only when we are alone”. Daddy raised my face looking at me with moist eyes. He looked so happy which I have never seen before. He bent forward and kissed my forehead and cheeks again.
 
He said “ohh my darling Usha, you are granting this old man wish after wish like a fairy from heaven… Everything which my wife denied me… why didn’t we meet before”?
 
I said “it’s okay Daddy… sorry… Prasad. I too thought that everything I had experienced with Daya was the ultimate thing. Now you have shown me how much I have been missing. I will always be with you Prasad, come what may”.
 
I was dying to kiss his lips, but held myself back. I asked “Prasad when I kissed you on your lips, did you not like it”? He almost yelled “yes darling, I really loved it. But you know that was not supposed to happen between us”.
 
I replied “see Prasad, there are many things which your son is also supposed to do with me which he has never done till now. And there are many things which we have already done which we were not supposed to”. Daddy nodded thoughtfully in agreement.
 
I continued “so let’s forget the rules and taboo because all this stays only between us”. Daddy looked at me still looking undecided. I said “Prasad let’s both first try to live our lives the way we ideally want it, definitely better than the way things are right now”.
 
Now I held his face and kissed his lips squarely with full burning passion. Daddy too held me tightly enjoying the kiss with equal passion. Our tongues intertwined exploring each other’s mouths. We tasted each other sensually for the first time.
 
We sucked each other’s lips till the end of the world. Daddy said “wow darling, this was my first real kiss with a woman… of course including the previous one you gave me before this too”. I looked at him bewildered, he said “yes I know you will ask about my wife”.
 
I nodded yes still surprised to no end. Daddy said “if I kissed her lips for more than a second then she would push me away because she found it disgusting”. I thought to myself, her son Daya is no different, he also has her genes after all.
 
I said “same story here Prasad… same story…”. He gave a wicked smile and said “darling we both are in the same boat then”. I replied “yes Prasad… only this time I am happy to be in the same boat with you…” and locked in another long wild passionate kiss.
 
During all this while and the kiss too, daddy’s hands stayed only on my waist caressing it. I was so happy to have found someone who really enjoyed kissing as much as I did. Now it no longer mattered even if that someone was my own father-in-law.
 
Yes, kissing him lip to lip was forbidden but I felt so good and got me uncontrollably wet in my loins. This is all that mattered to me now. I was past worrying about taboo and society because if my father-in-law enjoyed it and did not feel bad about it either… then why should I…
 
I was unsure about what was coming next and did not want to rush into things myself either. So I stayed quiet waiting for daddy to take the initiative. After the lip kiss, daddy kissed my face including sucking my nose and ears like I had read in some erotic stories.
 
He continued kissing his way down all around my neck and further down my hands. His kisses sent pleasure storms raging thru my body. My saree pallu had already slipped off my shoulders baring my big boobs and full cleavage to him.
 
But surprisingly daddy did not go there, he raised my arm and began sniffing my sweaty hairy armpits. I know I sweat a lot so this felt very weird. I shrieked feeling very weird and kinky, I said “ewww… stoppp… Prasad. This feels so dirty”.
 
My words fell on deaf ears… My blouses are all sleeveless so he was having a field day sniffing my armpits. I do trim my hair but don’t shave it completely… Daddy’s nose was rubbing and feeling me there despite my protests.
 
He said “Ohh Usha darling, you smell so good. I could spend the rest of my life only smelling your armpits and tasting your belly button”. Despite the weirdness of what daddy was doing, I was getting immense pleasure greatly amplifying my arousal.
 
Maybe because this was the first time I was experiencing this. Yes, I had read it in a few stories where men love sniffing woman’s armpits but I only understood the real meaning of it now. Now daddy switched to my other armpit doing the same.
 
After few minutes, daddy switched to licking my armpits making me wriggle and moan. Ohh… this really felt so good… Equally as good as when daddy licked my belly button. Daddy said “looks like you you are enjoying this Usha darling”?
 
I replied “yes daddy, you are simply the best. Please keep doing it”. Daddy got back to licking both my armpits alternately till he had them fully shining with his saliva. He said “Usha darling, you are as tasty as you look sexy…” and continued licking more.
 
Then he looked at the clock, he said “oh shit dear, I am late for my exercise. Do you mind if we continue after I come back darling”? I eagerly kissed him and said “yes Prasad, I will eagerly wait for you”. He went to his bedroom to change and then left.
 
I was in awe of this man, despite everything he still had his priorities clear. He is not a gym freak but does his regular exercises every day to keep fit… Totally the opposite of my MIL who never got her ass off a seat.
 
I have to admit that daddy is far more fitter than even Daya with a body which could put men even half his age to shame. I don’t mean to say he looks like a body builder with a six pack, but I am sure you understood my point. Then I got busy with my house chores.
 
Daddy came back around 7.30pm and went for his shower. He changed into a t-shirt and pajamas and came to the kitchen. I too turned around and met him in a hug followed by another long sensual intimate lip kiss.
 
After the kiss while still holding me in his arms, daddy said “Usha darling you have no idea how happy you have made me today. I feel like I am in dreamland with the woman of my fantasies”.
 
I rested my face on his broad chest and said “thank you Prasad darling, I also feel exactly the same”. Daddy asked “Usha darling can you grant me one more wish”? I eagerly replied “yes darling, anything for you”. He said “can you try out the new blouse and show me before Daya returns”?
 
This was too trivial a request, so I quickly said “yes of course daddy… err Prasad”. I went to my room and changed into the new blouse. I looked at myself in the mirror, this blouse turned out to be more revealing than I had anticipated.
 
On the slightest movement while walking, my bra cups were showing. I opened my door slightly and called out “Prasad, I don’t think I can wear this blouse”. He quickly asked “why darling, is it not stitched properly to your size”?
 
I replied “no, the stitching is fine, but my inners are showing when I walk”. Daddy said “come here Usha, let me take a closer look and decide”. I was taken aback at his request, but then after all that had happened between us, there was nothing left for me to hide from him.
 
So I dbangd my saree pallu over my shoulder and walked to him. Daddy was seated on the sofa waiting for me. Daddy looked at me wide eyed, he gasped while swallowing his saliva. He exclaimed “Usha darling you are looking so hot and sexy” signaling me to come closer.
 
This blouse was showing my full cleavage except what my bra cups were able to hide. I blushed heavily at his words. Now I was again standing between his legs exactly the same way when daddy tied the chain around my waist.
 
To be continued…
 
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