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The rest of the evening was uneventful. I was surrounded by the ladies and we sang, danced and drank till late in the night. Baba, along with the rest of the men, joined us and he kept his distance from me, but had his eyes on me all the time.

Everyone woke up at dawn since the wedding Muhurat was scheduled very early. Everyone was busy getting ready to go to the wedding hall, and I didn’t bump into Baba.

By 7 am, we were at the venue. The bride’s family welcomed us in the traditional way and the wedding party was escorted inside. Nikhil and Aai Baba went on the stage where the pandit started the pooja and other ceremonies of the wedding. I sat on a sofa in the front row facing the stage and watched the wedding. I also mingled with the family as the wedding ceremonies went on.

Even though Baba was occupied with the ceremonies, he would glance at me every now and then. He even gestured to me that I looked very beautiful. I was indeed looking very pretty.

I was wearing a red silk saree with a golden border. I wore the saree perfectly without leaving any creases. The saree hugged my voluptuous figure, especially my butt and the red blouse under my pallu accentuated my bosom. I was wearing light makeup but had a bright red lipstick on. My hair was beautifully done, with a thick braid flowing down to my waist. I noticed quite a few stares on me, especially from the men on the bride’s side, as I walked around.

After a while, the bride was escorted to the stage by her uncle. The priest continued the ceremony. The wedding ceremony was elaborate as per vedic customs. Kanyadaan was followed by the phera and finally the Mangalashtak was recited, followed by the varmala ceremony. By noon, Nikhil and Niharika were finally married.

The wedding was followed by a reception. All the relatives and other guests went on stage to wish the couple well and to take photographs. After all the guests were done, the groom’s family was asked to come on stage for a picture.

We all went on stage. Nikhil and Niharika were sitting on royal wedding chairs while the rest of us stood behind them for the photo. Me, Aai and Baba stood directly behind the couple, the lower halves of our bodies hidden behind the chairs. I was standing to Baba’s left, whereas Aai was to his right. Everyone else was on our flanks. There was nothing behind us other than the screen.

“Everyone… look here…” the cameraman called out.

Just then, I felt Baba’s hand on my butt. He caressed my right cheek before giving it a tight squeeze. I bit my lips and suppressed a giggle as I felt his hand squeeze my butt tightly.

“Ready… Smile!” the cameraman called out again, and the cameras flashed. I’m sure my smile in the photograph was the biggest.

By the time everything wound up and we got ready to go back home, it was 11 pm. Everyone was tired after a long day of festivities and ceremonies, but there was also a sense of joy.

I decided to join the rest of the relatives in the bus because the innova was full of luggage and gifts. Nikhil and Niharika’s car was full of luggage, and Niharika’s sister also joined to drop her to her new home, as was the tradition.

The bus was already full by the time I entered. There were only a couple of seats at the back. I sat down at the window seat and pushed the seat back and tried to relax. Just then, I heard Baba enter the bus as well.

“Nikhil’s car is already full. I asked Niharika’s sister to sit in the innova with Suman. So I thought I’d take a seat on the bus. I hope you don’t mind,” he said politely as he walked towards my seat.

“Can I sit here?” he asked, standing in front of me.

“Sure Baba,” I said, and he made himself comfortable on the seat next to me.

I smiled to myself, knowing fully well that this was just another smart plot by Baba. But I wondered if he was going to try doing something with the entire family right in front of us.

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The bus started the long journey back home. It was a five hour journey and we would reach home near dawn. At first, everyone was talking to each other on the bus. I too spoke to everyone. After some time, one by one, everyone fell asleep. The inside of the bus fell silent, and the driver switched off the cabin lights. I looked at Baba, who smiled at me.

“It’s very cold, isn’t it?” he asked. It was indeed cold, with a strong gust of wind flowing into the bus. I nodded in agreement.

“I have a couple of shawls in the bag. Let me fetch them. It will keep us warm,” he said and stood up. He pulled a bag out of the overhead storage and pulled out the shawls from the bag.

He then handed me one shawl. We wrapped our respective shawls around us and sat quietly for a while. The shawls were big, going down to the knees. They also covered our top halves completely and the darkness inside the bus added to the camouflage.

A couple of minutes later, I felt his hand moving the armrest between us. He pulled it up and tucked it between the seats. He then slowly slid towards me till his arm touched mine. He raised his shawl and wrapped it around us while I opened my shawl, allowing his hands to sneak between us.

I visibly shivered as I felt his hand grazing my thigh. I was wearing a salwar kameez which was comfortable for the long journey while he had changed into a shirt and a trouser. His hand started caressing my thigh, and I instantly felt my pussy twitch. His left hand smoothly caressed my thigh and then slid down to caress my inner thighs. I sighed and closed my eyes as I felt his hand getting closer to my cunt.

I kept my right hand on his thigh and slowly clenched my fist in pleasure, slowly scratching his trouser. He kept caressing my thigh for a few minutes, moving his hand slowly from my knee to almost my hip. This was our first direct contact after that ‘accidental’ night.

I was leaning back on the seat and my legs were stretched out and that gave him access to my entire thigh, which he made sure wasn’t left untouched. I too was moving my hand on his thigh, slowly brushing the edge of my palm against his throbbing erection.

The seats in front of us were occupied, but the occupants were fast asleep. The seats next to us were vacant, and so were the seats diagonally to our right. Baba looked around to check if anyone was up, and when he found the coast was clear, he slowly turned a little to face me. I stayed still, leaning on the seat with my legs stretched out on the footrest.

Not wasting any more time, he slid his hand between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs just enough to accommodate his hand.

“Hmmppfff…” I sighed as I felt his palm cup my vagina.

His right hand started moving up and down my crotch with his fingers pressing into my vagina, while his left hand cupped my right breast and started squeezing it.

I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned back into the seat as I felt his firm hands working on me, but I opened my eyes again and looked ahead to see if anyone was awake and watching us. My eyes were glued to the front, trying to spot any movement in the dark. The entire family was right in front of us and here we were, a father-in-law and daughter-in-law, touching each other under the shawls. The shawls and the darkness gave us a good cover, but the light from the vehicles passing outside lit up the cabin very often. It was risky, outrageous, but equally arousing.

“Don’t worry. I am keeping a watch… You just relax and enjoy this,” he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear.

“Hmmm…” I sighed as I felt his middle finger press and drag over my fully covered vagina.

It wasn’t easy staying relaxed at that moment because Durga Mavshi and her husband were on the seat in front of us, barely a couple of feet away. But Baba’s magical touch was too hard to resist. His hands felt firm but not painful, with just the right amount of pressure. He was kneading my breasts one after the other with one hand while his other hand was firmly on my crotch.

“Hmmffff…” I sighed as he gently pinched my erect nipple. I was sure they were poking out of my clothes.

“Am I going to be the only one working here?” he whispered into my ear.

I got the signal and slowly slid my hand, which was on his thigh till now, over to his crotch. My hand wound around his poking erection and I gave it a gentle squeeze, making him visibly shudder.

We continued to squeeze and caress each other like that for a few minutes before I felt his fingers trying to make their way into my salwar. He tried a couple of times and failed. I let go of his cock and loosened the string of my salwar just enough for him to push his hand inside. His other hand pushed my kurta up and scooped the left breast out of my bra before giving it a firm squeeze. His right hand went straight past my panties and touched my already wet pussy. I bit my lip and tried to stay as quiet as I could as I felt his hands on my naked parts.

My right hand also snaked towards his crotch and gave his raging erection a firm squeeze. He let go of me briefly to unzip his trouser and then got back to kneading my breast and playing with my clit. He didn’t have to spell out what I had to do. I slowly pushed my hand inside his trouser through the open fly and was surprised to grip his naked, throbbing cock. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” I whispered into his ear. He flashed a naughty smile at me.

“You old pervert,” I said as I gripped his shaft tightly, making his gasp.

“You lewd slut,” he whispered back before shoving a finger inside my moist and ready cunt. That made me bite my lips and whimper, but the road noise masked it.

I fished his cock out and started stroking it with my hand, whereas he got busy fingering me. His middle finger went in and out of my pussy while his thumb played with my clit.

We started pleasuring each other right inside the bus with our entire family around us. I kept my lips tightly pursed to avoid making any noise, but he kept his mouth slightly open in pleasure. We got lost in the throes of pleasure, but every now and then, an odd cough from the passengers or some other sound would alert us. We would stop, look around and continue after making sure that the coast was clear. Now and then, he would pull his fingers out of my pussy and lick them hungrily and then above them back inside my waiting hole. I spat on my hand often to lubricate it before jerking his thick tool.

He was playing with my tits so expertly, kneading and squeezing them and pinching my nipples that I wanted to throw the shawls away and pull his mouth on my aching nipples. His cock was leaking precum, which trickled down to my hand. I licked it hungrily and got back to masturbating him. It seemed to have gone on for a long time, but the truth was, we had built up to his moment for a long time. We had both teased and aroused each other through the days of the wedding and, as much I would like to say that we kept going and going, the truth was, our mutual masturbation session must have lasted only five minutes.

I was the first one to go as my body thrashed on the seat. I gripped his hand tightly and pursed my lips with all the strength I could muster to not holler in pleasure. Seeing my orgasmic state, Baba, too, went over the edge and started cumming into my hand. I felt jets after jets of thick, hot cum spilling on my clenched fist and wrist, almost covering my hand in his sticky goo.

We continued bucking and shuddering for a few seconds more till our orgasms ended and we both gave out loud sighs. We both disengaged. I held out my soiled hand in the dim ambient light to find it almost completely covered in his cum. I had nowhere to wipe the jizz, so I started licking the cum off my drenched hand. He watched in near awe as I picked out the globs of his cum with my tongue and swallowed them. He mimicked me by sucking on his wet fingers.

A minute later, my hand was clean. We kept looking at each other, the post orgasmic glow apparent on our faces. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss. Our lips met, and we engaged in a deep, passionate kiss for a few moments before parting.

I fetched a bottle of perfume from my purse and sprayed it around us to mask the stench of our bodily fluids. We sorted ourselves and sat straight in our seats. We tried sleeping because we were both exhausted after a long day.

Even after such a massive orgasm, I still felt aroused and couldn’t sleep. I looked at Baba, who was also awake. We both looked at each other and before he could say anything, I bent down into his lap and flipped the shawls over me. I opened his fly and pulled his already hardening cock out and was about to put it inside my mouth when the bus started slowing down.

“The bus will stop at a hotel for refreshments and bathroom break,” the driver announced. Everyone started stirring in their seats and waking up.

Disappointed, I sat up and moments later the cabin lights were switched on. The bus slowly drove off the highway and into the service lane and stopped at a roadside restaurant.

Everyone stood up and got down from the bus and returned a few minutes later. This time, one of the relatives sat on the aisle next to ours saying his seat was not very comfortable. And with that, Baba and my bus adventure came to an end. We spent the rest of the journey sleeping and finally reached home.

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All the ceremonies of Nikhil and Niharika's wedding were complete. The married couple spent their first night in Nikhil's bedroom. Before the wedding, the bedroom was renovated and now it was the couple's bedroom. I reminisced of the time when I had come home as a new bride, and I too spent my first night in the freshly renovated and refurbished room of my husband.

But my fond memories from over a decade ago were eclipsed by the memories of my liaison with my father-in-law over the last week. I was shocked how quickly it had escalated.

I had noticed Baba's lustful gaze for the first time last year, but I never imagined I'd reciprocate positively. Before this, even though I was in awe of his towering personality and physical fitness; this time around I saw him truly as a man for the first time, and I ended up responding to his advances. I felt a sense of shame and arousal at the same time, but the mixture was confusing yet enticing.

I sat alone in my bedroom, looking through the window at the open fields behind the house. The cool breeze swept into the room, providing relief from the mid-afternoon heat.
The house was quiet after a hectic week of ceremonies and celebration. Everyone was tired and resting. The new couple were busy getting used to each other, and the relatives were one by one going back to their homes. Aai, who was the most excited and the busiest person at the wedding, was dead tired. She spent most of the day resting, only coming out to see off some guests or for meals.

After the last guests left, we all four -- Baba, Aai, Nikhil and Niharika sat for lunch together.

"When is your flight?" Baba asked Nikhil.

"Tomorrow night," he replied. The couple were heading off for their honeymoon. The flight was scheduled from Mumbai, which was six hours away from here by road.

"Alright. I'll drop you two and then come back," Baba said.
"You'll drive alone all the way and back again?" Aai asked out of concern.

"Yes. The driver is on leave, and I'm used to driving long distances. You know how much I love to drive," Baba replied.

"But why do you have to drive so much in one day? You will reach Mumbai in the evening and start your return journey that same night? Why don't you stay the night there and come back the next day?" Aai said, sounding concerned.

She was right. Even if they set out early in the afternoon, they would reach Mumbai by evening, and if Baba drove back without any stoppages, he still wouldn't be back before midnight. Plus, the roads in the countryside were narrow, so driving at night was risky.

"Yeah... you're correct. I'll stay there for a night and head out the next morning. I'll be home for lunch," Baba replied.

"Why don't you come to drop us, Aai? That way Baba will have company," Nikhil interjected.

"No... no... This last month leading up to your wedding has been very hectic. Now I'm tired. Plus, my car sickness will ruin the beginning of your honeymoon," Aai replied.

I was listening to the conversation without contributing to it. I was quietly eating my meal, watching and listening.

"Shalini. Do you want to go with them?" Aai asked.

I stopped eating, looked at Aai and then the rest of them. They were all looking at me, waiting for my answer.

"I don't mind, but you'll be alone here, Aai?" I replied.

"Naa... don't worry about that. The maids are there for company all day, and I'll ask Shaku Bai to stay the night. Anyway, you'll be bored here alone as I'll be resting in my room all day," Aai said.

I looked at Baba, who kept a straight face. I then looked at Nikhil and Niharika. They were smiling. I got along well with Niharika during the wedding, and Nikhil was also dear to me, so they seemed happy about the idea. I was sure Baba's mind was working overtime on this suggestion. Aai was right. Without anything to stay busy, this place was pretty boring. Instead, a road trip was a better idea. And my mind too started concocting naughty ideas as well, which excited me.

"Hmmm... sounds good. I'll go with you, Baba," I said, trying to sound as normal as I could, even though I was aroused with the idea of staying with Baba overnight.

"So that settles it then. I'll book two rooms. We will head out after lunch tomorrow," Baba said, concluding the discussion.

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