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I'm a voracious Adult Story reader, I came across this story on another Platform 

This was written by the same author (bdrew86) who wrote 
'INDIAN WIFE & ESCAPED CRIMINALS' 
'THE NEW CAR'

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"Namaskar Baba." I greeted my father-in-law before bending down to touch his feet as a customary display of respect towards an elder. I was standing at the gate of the large house owned by my in-laws.

"Ayushaman Bhava!" He blessed me, placing his hand on my head.

As I stood up, he gently held my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace. I happily hugged him, but a moment later, I noticed his hug tightening around me. I felt my breasts pressing into his chest, a little more than necessary. I felt odd, but I held on, thinking maybe he was a bit too happy to see me. The embrace lingered a few seconds more than needed.

As we parted, we smiled at each other before he called in one of the house help to carry my luggage.

Vishwanath Deshmukh, or Baba as we all call him, is my father-in-law. He is the patriarch of our family. The family owns large tracts of farmland around the village. It also owns a large successful dairy processing unit with over 300 cows and buffaloes. The family also runs a college and junior college. Children from nearby villages and towns attend the college. All this makes the Deshmukh family very wealthy and influential.

But this wasn't always the case. Baba's parents were farmers with a small parcel of land. Baba had an older brother, Hari, who stayed back to work in the fields while Baba joined the army as a recruit. During his decade long service in the army, Baba was a star athlete, representing the army in sports such as athletics and boxing. He also saw some action in counter insurgency operations in the northeast.

Baba had to quit the army and return home after the untimely death of Hari. On his return, Baba used the savings and retirement money he got from the army and bought more land around their existing farms. He also used modern farming techniques and tools to improve the yield of the farms. With the money he earned from farming, he bought more land and made more money. The cycle continues to this day. He also started a dairy products production plant and a college in his village. Today hundreds of people work for him, making him an influential person in the district.

Baba used his wealth and influence to dabble in politics as well. He was the village Pradhan, and a member of the district council for several terms.

I always knew Baba as a stern man with few words. He intimidated everyone, including me. I had hardly spoken to him ever since I had known him. But over the course of the last couple of years, he had opened up to me. He spoke to me a lot more and even laughed and joked with me. I thought that age had softened him.

"How have you been, beta?" He asked me as we walked side by side into the house.

"Everything is fine, Baba. I am so excited to be here for Nikhil's wedding. I've been looking forward to this for so long." I replied as we walked towards the courtyard of the house.

It was a large house, typical of what was found in the countryside and built by Baba's father several decades ago.

Above the large teakwood door was a stone arch which gave way to the living area. The house had a courtyard allowing plenty of light and air to pass through the house. To the east of the courtyard was a large dining table where a dozen people could eat at a time, and the kitchen was to the north of the dining room and a storeroom behind the kitchen. A large temple room was to the south of the dining table. Baba performed a pooja in the temple every morning before starting his day.

There was a large wooden swing with brass chains and hooks to the west of the courtyard with sofas and coffee table, making it the living room of the house. To the northwest of the courtyard was the first bedroom, originally used by Baba's mother in her last days. The courtyard had 4 thick but beautiful carved sagwan wood pillars with vines running along their tops. The house was mostly made of wood, with brickwork walls.

Adjacent to the bedroom were the stairs which led to the first floor. The first floor had four more bedrooms, each with their own bathrooms and balconies.

The house was full of people. The extended family had gathered for my brother-in-law, Nikhil's wedding, which was to happen a couple of days from now in the bride's hometown. Nikhil was my husband's younger brother. Like his brother, Nikhil also had an engineering degree from a top ranked college before settling down here to help Baba run his estate.

"Shalini!" I heard my mother-in-law call out to me from the courtyard. She was sitting on a chair, surrounded by the ladies of the house, getting mehendi etched on her hands.

Suman, who I fondly called as Aai, is my mother-in-law. A warm, affectionate and docile woman, she gets along well with everyone. She is everyone's favorite in the family and the exact opposite of Baba; short, chubby, talkative, cheerful and very loving.

Aai and Baba got married at a very young age, as was the custom during those days. With a secure job in the army, a 20 year old Baba married an 18 year old Aai. A year later, Rahul was born, followed by Nikhil a couple of years after.

"Hi Aai. How are you?" I greeted her before touching her feet and then hugging her. "I am busy, as you can see. Haha..." she said excitedly.

"That I can. After all, it's your son's wedding," I replied as I sat on a chair in front of her.

"Where is my son?" Baba said in his usual stern manner.

"Your son is busy working. He sends his regards and apologies for not being able to attend," I replied.

"I don't understand how work is so important that he can't even find a couple of days of time to be there for his brother's wedding," Aai said, sounding disappointed, as she should have been.

"Upcoming elections are keeping him busy, Aai. His regular work is hectic and the election duty has only added to it. He barely gets time to come home. He wanted to come and was sad about not being able to," I replied, trying to justify my husband's absence.

"That is nonsense. What's the use of having a cushy government job when he can't find time for anything?" Baba said, sounding the most annoyed.

"I wanted him to stay here and look after the family business, but he wanted to become an IAS. What's the use of being a Saheb if you can't find time for your family?" Baba said, sounding not just annoyed but genuinely disappointed.

"Does he find time for you, beta?" Aai asked.

"Ya... sometimes... but I'm used to that now," I replied.

Just then, my phone started ringing. It was my husband, Rahul.

"Looks like he started getting hiccups," I said, pointing the phone at my in-laws, referring to the old myth in India. We all burst out laughing.

"Hello. Ya... I just reached home. Baba had sent a car to pick me up at the station. Ya... ya... here, speak to them," I said, handing over the phone to Baba.

My husband spent the next few minutes explaining, apologising to his parents. After the call, I went upstairs to meet the groom, my brother-in-law, Nikhil. I spent a few minutes talking to him before Aai called me downstairs for the mehendi.

I sat on a chair in the courtyard while the mehendi artist went to work on my hands. The mood of the house was joyous, with laughs and giggles all around.

But between those laughs and giggles, I noticed my father-in-law stealing glances at me every now and then. I noticed those glances weren't the regular ones and felt as if he was checking me out. I had first noticed his glances a year ago when both Aai and Baba had visited us. I ignored it the first few times I caught him but noticed his gaze either on my chest or on my butt every time I was around him.

I also noticed that his behaviour had changed with me. Baba was usually a stern man with few words. I had always known him like that and was a bit intimidated by him when I first came into this family a decade ago. But during his last visit to our house, I sensed he was being more chatty with me, a lot more than usual. Before that, Aai talked to me the most, with Baba just being in the periphery. After that visit, Baba would occasionally call me, speaking to me briefly, asking about me or Rahul or our son.

But that was just the last time, but today, the way he gave me a tight hug, it gave me goosebumps. He had never done that before, restricting himself to only blessing me.

I married Rahul almost 12 years ago. It was an arranged marriage, like almost all of them in India. After graduating with a degree in computer sciences, I was working in a tech company in Bangalore. My father rang me up one day telling me about a marriage prospect. He was a newly minted IAS officer, and one of my mom's friends had referred the proposal to us.

That he was an IAS was enough for everyone to say yes, and meeting Rahul was merely a formality, though I did like him on the first date. A whirlwind courtship lasted only a few months before we got married. I was 23 and Rahul was 28. My husband's job was not just transferable, but being a junior IAS, he was posted mostly to small towns in the countryside as SDM. I decided to quit my job and move with my husband to a small town in anywhere India.

With a large house, domestic help and staff at my beck and call, I had a comfortable life wherever we went. The early years of our marriage were usual, full of romance and frantic lovemaking. My husband spent the days in office, running the government and nights, fucking me silly and breeding me, which resulted in our son Aarav being born a year and a half into our marriage.

As years passed on, I got busy with my son and the household and Rahul got busier with work. He was slowly climbing the administrative ladder, being posted to bigger districts and bigger departments. He would be away for days at a stretch on inspection visits and spent long days at work. Even when he was home, he would be surrounded by his staff and paperwork.

Between his work and my household responsibilities, our lovemaking became infrequent and drab. But I wasn't complaining. I was living the lavish life of an IAS wife. Being his wife, it was my responsibility to attend functions and socials frequently, which also kept me busy.

After our wedding, we moved four times and every time we moved, we had to look for a new college for our son, which affected his studies. So after he turned ten, we got him admitted to a reputed boarding college in the hills. With that, I had a lot of free time on hand as I didn't need to work, nor did I have to look after our son and my husband being forever busy, contrary to the popular belief that government jobs are stress free.

My parents and in-laws would visit every few months to give me company and during the last visit of my in-laws, I noticed my father-in-law's gaze.

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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.

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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.

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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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I woke up in the morning a little later than usual. I slept well all night and needed rest for the hectic week ahead.

I freshened up and went downstairs to find the house completely silent. There was no one in the house. I then remembered that everyone had planned to go to a temple in a nearby town. Aai had insisted I join them, but I excused myself out of the plan because I was too tired to wake up that early.

I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. I knew everyone would be back by lunchtime and I had a good three hours to relax. As I was having tea, I heard some movement in the house. I followed the noise to the ground floor bedroom and noticed the backdoor of the bedroom open. That door led to a small garden in the back.

I walked to the door and peeped through to find Baba using a wooden mace to work out. He was lifting it and then swinging it around his shoulders before repeating the same the other way round. He was wearing only a langote, a loincloth worn around the groin.

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He saw me and smiled at me while swinging the mace around him.

"Good morning!" he called out.

"Good morning, Baba. I am sorry I disturbed you. I'll leave you alone," I said.

I was about to turn around when he said, "Nonsense. You aren't disturbing me. I don't mind you sitting here. I will have someone to talk to."

"Okay," I said before sitting down on the stairs in front of the door.

"You didn't go to the temple?" he asked.

"Aai had asked me, but I was too tired after a long journey. And anyway, we will be going back after the wedding." I replied.

"Yes. You should rest. The next few days are going to be hectic," he said.

"Why didn't you go Baba?" I asked him as I took a sip of tea.

"I have some work at the dairy in the afternoon. It will be too hectic after a visit to the temple. That's why I arranged a bus for everyone to go together. They will be back by afternoon," he replied, swinging the mace around him. He had done at least 20 reps since I saw him and I knew that the mace was very heavy.

"You work out like this every day?" I asked, out of curiosity.

"Yes... every day for the last 50 years," he replied proudly.

I knew he wasn't lying. It was obvious looking at him. He was tall, easily six feet tall. All men in this family were tall. Rahul was as tall as Baba and Nikhil was a couple of inches taller than both of them.

Baba wasn't just tall, he was lean and muscular. He was an athlete during his younger days and maintained himself over the years. There were several photos of him during his younger days in the house, and his incredibly fit body was evident in those photos. Though with age, the aesthetics of his body had changed, but he still was an incredibly fit man.

All that rigorous training and discipline had rewarded him. He looked a lot younger. Some even teased him and called him Anil Kapoor for looking a lot younger than age. Not that he looked like Anil Kapoor, I thought he was better looking.

Right now he was standing in front of me, dressed in only a langote. He had a head full of hair, which had streaks of grey, a chiselled face with a sharp jawline and sporting a thick moustache, common among Indian men his age. He had broad shoulders, lean muscular arms and pecks and a flat stomach. His chest was full of grey hair which spilled over to his abdomen. His thighs and legs were muscular, too. The langote barely covered a couple of inches below his crotch, revealing nearly everything. It didn't matter that he was old, Baba possessed a body that far younger men would envy.

I didn't realise when I started staring at him. He noticed, but didn't say anything and continued working out for another couple of minutes before slamming the mace to the ground. The loud thud of the mace pulled me back from my trance.

"Rahul used to work out with me too before he got selected," Baba said as he wiped the sweat off his body with a towel. He stood with his hands on his hips in front of me as he spoke.

"Yeah... He used to during the early years of our marriage. Now he doesn't get the time. He leaves for work early but does go for a short morning walk," I replied.

"Haa... morning walks... at least he should run," Baba replied dismissively.

"He was very fit when we got married and still is compared to men around him. But trust me, Baba, government jobs, or at least his job, isn't easy. He barely gets time," I replied.

"Yes... I remember we both used to do over a hundred push ups back then," he said proudly.

"I have seen him do only fifty," I said.

"Rahul has gone soft. At forty, he can do only fifty pushups? I can still pull off a hundred easily," he said.

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“Baba, you’re just boasting now. C’mon. A hundred pushups at your age? Aren’t you 60 years old?” I said dismissively.

“I am not boasting. I will prove it to you right now,” he replied in a challenging tone.

“I am right here Baba.” I replied.

“How about a bet? If I can do a hundred pushups, then I win,” he challenged.

“Okay… I accept,” I replied playfully.

Baba handed me the towel and stood in the middle of the garden, a few feet away from me. He then got on his hands and feet in the pushup position.

“Keep a count,” he said, looking at me.

I nodded. “One… two… three…” I started counting. He started really strong. Going up and down quickly. “Twenty one… twenty two… twenty three…” I kept counting as he kept doing pushups.

The loincloth was wet with sweat and sticking to his butt. It was white, and I could clearly see through. His muscular back flexed with each rise and fall.

“Forty Eight… Forty Nine… Fifty…” I counted.

He suddenly stopped, still crouching over. He looked at me and said, “This is where your husband stops. Now watch me.” Then he winked.

I bit my lips in embarrassment as I watched him go back to work.

“Seventy seven… Seventy eight…” I kept counting, and the man showed no signs of stopping, just maintaining a steady pace.

“Ninety… ninety one… ninety two… C’mon Baba… just eight more…” I started rooting for him. Even if he stopped now, I would concede. It was clearly a very impressive feat for a sixty-year-old.

“Ninety nine… Hundred…” I counted the last push up.

He stopped and kneeled, raising his hands in victory. I also raised my hands and clapped, very impressed.

“I won… I told you this ‘old man’ still got it,” he said cockily.

“Okay, okay… I accept defeat… Now… what do I have to do?” I asked between the laughs.

“Well…” he said as he got up and started drying his body with a towel. What I immediately noticed was that he was not out of breath, not even close. “How about you apply oil to my body right now? I will go for a bath. Usually Suman does it, but today she’s not here,” he said. Application of oil to the body is a common practice in India where the weather can be dry and hot. Oil keeps the skin lubricated and soft.

“Uhhh… you want me to apply oil to your body right now?” I asked.

“Yeah… right here… Suman does it every day,” He replied, plainly.

“Baba… but here in the garden, someone might see us.” I replied with a bit of hesitation and embarrassment.

“Aaah… then that’s not a problem. We can do it in the bathroom. That way, I can have a bath immediately after,” he said as he climbed up the stairs and stood next to me.

“C’mon…” he patted my shoulder and went inside.

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I trembled as I felt his hand on my shoulder. The idea of rubbing oil all over my near naked father-in-law not just embarrassed me; but to my shame, it also aroused me. And why wouldn’t it arouse me? I had clearly seen the man displaying his extraordinary physical prowess, all the while showing his incredible body.

I looked around to check if anyone had seen us. After making sure the coast was clear, I got up and went inside.

When I entered the bathroom, Baba was already sitting on the small stool, and I thanked God he hadn’t taken off his langote. I pulled up the gown above my knees and tied it in a knot around my waist. That way I kept it from getting wet and it also allowed some room to move freely.

I then poured a generous quantity of warm oil, which I had fetched from the kitchen on one hand before rubbing it on both of my hands. Starting from his shoulders, I applied and rubbed in the warm oil using deep strokes. I then went down to his arms. I had seen his muscles from a distance and now I could feel them with my hand.

His muscles were hard, his skin was soft, yet firm. I knelt down before taking another fistful of oil. Baba sat up straight and pushed his chest out, giving me room to oil his torso. Just like his shoulders and arms, his chest was muscular and well defined. His stomach was almost flat with just a bit of fat, which was okay, considering his age. His muscles and the thick patch of hair on his torso felt different, but good.

“Hmmmm… your hands are soft, but you know how to do a deep massage, Shalu…” Baba said appreciatively.

“Hehe… thanks Baba… I used to do this to Rahul quite often but now apply oil to him only on Diwali morning,” I replied.

I tried to maintain a sense of composure, but inside I was burning. My body felt hot, I had goosebumps already and my pussy was throbbing and leaking. I looked in the mirror behind him and saw my cheeks had turned red from a flush of blood.

After I finished oiling his torso, I stood up and went behind him. I then took the bowl of oil and started pouring the oil directly onto his back. It needed a good quantity, as he was large. I then started rubbing his back, pushing my fingers deep into his skin.

“Ummm… that’s good… that’s the spot…” he moaned.

I slowly rubbed the oil all over his back, focusing on his shoulders and arms and then sliding down to his back. I spent a few minutes massaging his back.

“Done Baba… now you can have a bath.” I said as I stood up.

“We are not done. What about my legs?” he said with a mischievous smile.

“Can’t you do it by yourself?” I pleaded.

“Bet is a bet. I won, and you lost. Now be a gracious loser and finish what you started,” he said tersely.

Son and father are both so competitive, I thought. Rahul too loved a challenge and would enjoy making me work after winning. “Okay Baba,” I replied.

“How about you sit on the stool and I will stand. That way, you can massage my legs easily,” he said before standing up.

Baba then held my hand and guided me to the stool. I sat on the stool and he stood in front of me, barely half a foot away. His langote covered crotch was right in front of me. I looked up at him and he gestured to me with his raised eyebrows to continue.

With a palm full of oil, I started massaging his feet, slowly moving up his legs. They were remarkably muscular and his calves were firm because of years of regular exercise and the physical nature of his work. I spent some time massaging his calves and shins. I looked up at him now and then and he looked back at me with a smile – a rather triumphant smile.

The house was empty and I, a 35 year old married woman, was massaging my 60 year old father-in-law’s legs, in his bathroom. My father-in-law had just a thin loin cloth covering his crotch, whereas I had a flimsy cotton nighty on with my legs showing as I had pulled by my gown up to my knees for ease of movement.

“I am sorry, I have a very hairy body,” he said, looking down at me.

“Why are you sorry, Baba?” I asked curiously.

“Young girls like you find hairy men repulsive, don’t they?” he asked.

“Haha… the media has brainwashed our generation with hairless men, so…” I said, shrugging.

“But a hairy body is a sign of high testosterone,” he said.

“Yes… I have heard that…” I replied, trying to gauge the direction of the conversation.

By now my hands were roaming freely on his thighs, massaging them with oil. I was careful not to let my hands wander close to his crotch. I had stolen a few glances, and his erection was obvious. Unlike last night, he was not only a few inches away from me and this time, he wasn’t wearing a lungi. I could clearly make out his erect phallus under the thin cloth of the langote.

“And men with high testosterone also have a high libido,” he said suggestively.

“Ah… so that’s why Rahul has a hairy body too… no wonder he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself,” I replied teasingly, steering the conversation in a completely different direction.

“Ah… yes… yes… that may be the reason,” Baba said, stumbling for words, clearly taken aback.

“Can you turn on the hot water tap, Baba?” I asked, continuing the massage. He turned on the tap and the hot water started pouring into the bucket next to us.

A couple of minutes passed in silence as I continued massaging his thighs and legs and he kept watching me. I kept stealing glances at his tightly bound erection, unsure if he knew I was. This time his penis was forming a tent in his langote, but rather than straight up, it pushed back against his groin. It looked like a cucumber stuffed sideways under the langote. But the cloth was thick, which is why I could only make out its contour and couldn’t see it properly.

I had to resist a powerful urge to touch it. My hands wandered near it, with the tip of my fingers brushing against the lower end of the langote. Every time my hands reached near, I could see his erection strain against the langote, as if trying to burst out. I could feel goosebumps rise on his body and on mine too.

‘It looks as long as Rahul’s, but… is it really that thick?’ I wondered. Maybe the cloth was adding to the appearance of its unusual girth, I thought.

The bucket was now full and overflowing with warm water. I stopped the massage and stood up. “Baba… why don’t you sit on the stool? I will give you a bath today,” I said, pointing to the stool.

Baba looked surprised at my words. He looked at the stool and then at me for a second. “Shalu… the bet was only for an oil massage,” he said.

“Yeah… but I thought I might as well do this, too. Your son doesn’t have the time to get pampered by his wife; I thought maybe you’ll like some pampering in his place,” I replied.

“Hahaha… Unlike my son, I won’t leave chances of being pampered by a pretty lady like you,” he said and enthusiastically sat on the stool.

I stood in front of him with a mug of hot water and poured it on his head. Some of the water splashed on me, making my gown a little wet. After pouring a couple of mugs of water on his head, I took a dollop of shampoo in my hand and started applying it.

“You still have very nice hair, Baba. It’s so thick and smooth. What’s your hair care routine?” I asked him as my soapy fingers ran through his luscious hair.

“Hair care routine? What’s that? It’s just genetics, Beta,” he replied with a chuckle.

“You’re blessed in so many ways,” I said.

“Really… what am I blessed with?” he asked.

“A nice head of hair, a great body, and a great co…” I abruptly stopped before I blurred it out foolishly.

“A great what? What was the last thing?” He probed naughtily.

“A great family… a great family…” I replied and started giggling, and so did Baba.

“Ya, God has been kind to me, but he has been generous to you,” he replied.

“Generous? Ya, I mean I am married into a wealthy family and my husband is a senior bureaucrat,” I replied before I poured a couple of mugs of warm water on his head, washing the shampoo away.

“Yes, but I didn’t mean it that way,” he said.

“Then what?” I asked naively.

“Buddhu… God has been generous to you. He has given you a very beautiful face and a great body,” he replied.

“Great body?? I don’t think that’s true,” I replied dismissively. I sat on my haunches and started applying soap on his body. I was now face to face with him as my hand roamed freely on his body, soaping it.

“Don’t be so modest, Shalu. You know you have a great body,” he replied.

Even though I tried sounding modest, Baba was right. God had been generous to me. I am five and a half feet tall, taller than most Indian women. My Indian genes have given me a head full of thick, luscious hair which flows down to my back. I wasn’t fair like a kashmiri or a pahadi girl, but my slightly dark complexion added to my radiant, expressive eyes and a sharp nose. I have full, pink lips, which my husband loves to kiss and munch on.

In college, I was known as the skinny girl with big tits. My 32C breasts looked large for my petite frame, but after marriage and motherhood, my body filled up in the right places. My breasts grew to 34C. I went from wearing a size 28 pant to size 36. Fortunately, my stomach stayed relatively flat, and the growth happened mostly in my butt and thighs. Hair was always sparse on my body, even in the pubic area, and I made sure to remove it regularly, making my skin smooth, unblemished, and flawless. I had become what my husband teasingly called a MILF.

“It’s not Rahul’s high testosterone levels to blame, you know?” he said, breaking the silence.

“Huh…what?” I fumbled as he broke my chain of thought.

“There is more than one reason why Rahul can’t keep his hands off you,” he said.

“Accha? And what is it?” I asked.

“With a woman like you around him, it would be near impossible for men to resist the temptation, and that includes me,” he replied shamelessly.

I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. He looked at me and winked. My soap coated hands were on his chest as we continued staring at each other.

“You’re such a flirt, Baba…” I said with a giggle and playfully threw a handful of water on his face. He turned his face away laughing and then started splashing water on me, too. We splashed water on each other, laughing and giggling like teenagers. He grabbed the mug and was about to pour the water on me when I pushed him away and tried running out of the bathroom. He tried grabbing my hand and pulling me back, but my soapy, slippery hands slipped out of his grip and I ran to the door.

“Hey… we are still not done here,” he called out.

I stopped at the bathroom door and looked back at him. He was covered in soap with just the wet, flimsy langote around his hip. I giggled looking at him and said, “Resist the temptation,” and walked out.

When I walked into my room, I thought Baba would follow, but luckily, he didn’t. He quietly finished his bath and got ready to go out. Baba knew he was treading a thin line and pushing it too far too early was unwise. He called me from the courtyard and told me he was going out for work and would be back by evening.

I was extremely aroused and turned on. He was flirting with me openly, and I responded to his advances. I feared falling to the temptation myself, having spent the entire morning with my stud father-in-law, watching his body closely and then touching his body during the bath. I spent the whole time aroused and dripping wet.

I was going to masturbate and relieve my arousal, but before I could, I heard the horn of the bus. Aai and the rest of the family were back. I quickly changed my clothes and went down to meet them. I spent some time with them and then went for a bath before proceeding with the rest of the day.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Baba came back by sunset and joined the family. We exchanged glances and smiles occasionally but kept our distance.

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After dinner, the family dispersed with some men in the living area, ladies in the courtyard. Baba decided to go to bed early. Aai and the ladies decided to stick around and talk. I stayed with them for a while before retiring to my bed.

“Shalini beta. I’ll sleep in your room tonight. Your Baba has already gone to sleep and I don’t want to disturb his sleep. I hope you don’t mind,” Aai asked.

“That’s alright Aai. You can sleep in our room. Good night everyone,” I replied before heading upstairs.

I soon fell asleep on my bed. I woke up when Aai came in sometime later. She slept on the right side of the bed but after some time, walked out after Durga mavshi called her. The lights of the bedroom were off, and it was pitch dark. I soon drifted to sleep.

As I drifted into a deep sleep, my aroused and deprived mind started dreaming; wet dreams. Dreams about me and Rahul making love. It had been a long time since we had been intimate, and today’s flirtatious morning had turned me on.

In this dream, I was lying on the bed and Rahul was near my feet, caressing my legs.

“Hey darling. It’s been a long time since we did it. I couldn’t handle it today. I need you,” Rahul whispered.

“Hmmmm… it’s been a long time indeed. I’ve been craving you as well… I need you too…” I groggily replied.

“Let me help you,” he whispered back. I felt his hand gently slide my gown up to my waist.

“Hmmm… hehe… help yourself darling…” I whispered back. “Aaaaah…” I sighed as I felt his finger rubbing against my pussy. My already soaked panties were sticking to my skin.

“Wow… you’re ready tonight,” he whispered.

“Hihihi…” I giggled before turning around and lying down on my back. I felt him shuffle between my legs. He then tucked his finger under the crotch of my panties and pulled them to the side, exposing my pussy.

“You’re in a hurry today,” I whispered with a giggle.

“Ohhh yes I am…” he said before pulling my legs up and placing them behind his back.

I heard him shuffle around a bit before I felt the warm tip of his hard cock pressing against my pussy, ready to penetrate.

“Aaah… yess… Fuck me Rahul,” I moaned, still sleepy.

“Yess… Suman… I am… huh??? Rahul?”

The moment I heard Suman, I woke up and opened my eyes wide.

“Who are you?” I said as I started moving my hands around, touching his face. I felt the face with my hands before I touched the moustache.

“Baba!!!!” I yelled, but he quickly held his hand against my mouth, shutting me up.

“Shalini???” Baba croaked.

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“Hmmmppffff…” I moaned.

“What the fuck! Where is Suman? I thought she was sleeping here?” he asked anxiously.

“Ummpfff…” I moaned again.

“Shalini… don’t scream please… I didn’t do this on purpose. I thought you’re Suman. Please don’t shout. I will remove my hand from your mouth,” he pleaded.

“Hmmm…” I replied.

He slowly and anxiously removed his hand and placed it next to my head.

“Aai was here. She was going to sleep here but then Durga mavshi called her and she left,” I told him.

“Shit. I didn’t know that. She usually sleeps on the right side of the bed. So I thought she was here. Why didn’t you stop me?” he asked.

“I was sleeping, maybe dreaming. I thought you were Rahul, and it’s too dark to see. That’s why I called out his name,” I explained.

We were talking in whispers. There was no one in the room besides us, but there were people elsewhere in the house. We couldn’t risk being caught like this.

“Well… this is awkward… I am so sorry… I should leave,” he said.

“I am sorry too and yes… you should go before someone sees us like this,” I replied.

He said he was going to leave but didn’t get up and I had asked him to leave, but my feet were still locked behind his back. Even through the confusion, my pussy was still moist. For the first time in months, I had a man so close to me. The mind knew it was my father-in-law, but my body only saw a man and no relations.

We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, looking at each other. By now, our eyes had gotten used to the darkness and we could see each other.

“I will go now,” He finally said a couple of minutes later and started to move away.........

Just then, we heard the giggling of women outside the room. It sounded like Aai and Durga Mavshi. They were right behind the door. We froze in fear and I clung to him, deathly afraid of being caught.

Baba quickly reached back and pulled the blanket over us, covering us entirely. He then laid my legs flat on the bed and then spread them a little. He then quickly got between my legs and laid down flat on top of me and pulled the blanket over his head, only keeping my head above the blanket. This way, it would appear that only I was under the blanket. The dark room and the dark brown blanket would make it difficult to figure out if someone else was under it.

His quick thinking saved us because a few seconds later, we heard the door open slowly. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard no one walk in, so I opened my eyes slightly and saw Aai peeping inside the room. She looked at me for a second before looking back.

“Durga… she’s sleeping. Let’s not bother her,” she said before slowly closing the door. Once I heard the click of the closing door, I sighed in relief. We were an inch away from an absolute disaster.

“Is she gone?” I heard a whisper from under the blanket.

“Yes, for now,” I said before pulling the blanket over my head.

“Wheewww… that was close,” he whispered.

“Baba… can you please get up a little? I can’t bear your entire weight.” I squirmed under the weight of his entire body.

“Ohh… sorry…” he replied before he raised himself a little on his arms. His face was still on my breasts.

“Uhhh… Baba… it’s okay now, you can come up a little,” I said, a bit awkwardly.

“Okay,” he replied before slowly inching upwards till he faced me. Now his face was just a few inches above mine.

We stared at each other blankly for a few moments. It was awkward but also arousing. My body was reacting accordingly. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy moisten, and when I felt his cock ‘accidentally’ brush against my pussy, I realised that he was erect as well.

“They’re still outside,” he whispered, responding to the sounds of chitchat and laughter from the ladies outside.

“Hmm… ya, it’s not safe to leave,” I concurred.

“It’s painful to stay like this. Can I move a little?” He asked a minute later. His forearms were taking the weight of his body and he had been in that position for some time now.

“Yes, Baba.” I replied.

He slowly pulled his legs up, folding his knees. He then slid his knees under my thighs. His thighs were now bearing his weight while my thighs were now on his thighs, extending my legs behind his back. But by doing that, he brought his crotch right in line with mine. His cock was now resting on my abdomen. I could feel it an inch above the waistband of my panties. It was definitely erect and definitely long.

“Aaah, that’s a relief,” he said, not addressing the elephant in the room that was his naked, erect cock being so close to my naked, wet pussy.

The stuffy room, the thick blanket overhead, the fear of being caught and the obvious erotic tension that had built up had both of us sweating. I could see droplets of sweat pool on his forehead. I swiped his forehead with my palm and rubbed it against his arm.

“You’re sweating,” I said, trying to justify the move. “Your arms are strong Baba…” I said, running my hands along his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Haha… thank you… I proved it to you in the morning that I can still do a hundred pushups,” he quietly chuckled. He then moved his hands to my arms. He gently squeezed and caressed them and said, “You have beautiful arms. Not too soft and not too firm.”

“Thank you. I also work hard to maintain them,” I replied playfully.

“I am sure you do. I have seen you take good care of yourself the last time we visited you,” he said, still caressing my arms.

“I noticed you were observing my workout routine closely,” I said teasingly, to which he laughed. He placed his hand on my forehead and swiped it across, wiping the sweat.

“You’re sweating as well, Shalu,” he said before putting his hand under the blanket and placing it on my left breast to wipe the sweat off.

“Haaa…” I gasped as I felt his hand squeeze my left breast.

“I needed something to wipe my hand and since you’re wearing a sleeveless gown, I had no choice,” he said, still keeping his hand on my breast, palming it under the pretext of wiping his hand.

I didn’t respond to his bold move and behaved as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Though it made me visibly tremble, we both did not acknowledge it.

“You never called me Shalu before,” I said.

“Ya… I thought of doing so now. I like the name Shalu… sounds cute,” he explained.

“Ya, I like that too. But call me Shalu only when we’re alone. You don’t want Aai and Rahul noticing the sudden change,” I said

“You call me Vishwanath or even Vishu… but only when we are alone,” he said.

“Oh, so nice of you… But I prefer Baba. It sounds cute,” I replied in the same vein.

“Haha…that’s okay. Call me Baba,” he replied. His hand was still on my breast. He had moved from gently palming my breast to gently squeezing it.

“I am sure your hand is dry now, Baba,” I said with a giggle.

“Hehe… yes it is… but I like how this feels,” he replied, shamelessly pawing at his daughter in law’s breast. I did not reply or turn him down and that made him bolder. He cupped my breast and gave it a squeeze.

“Ummmm… Babaa…” I squirmed as I felt his palm brush against my erect nipple. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, which I am sure he noticed.

“Does it hurt?” He asked. I chose not to reply.

He squeezed it a little harder and repeated the question. “Does it hurt?”

“Noooo….” I replied.

“Then how does it feel?”

“Gooooddd…” I sighed.

He continued squeezing my left breast for some time and then cupped my other breast with his other hand and repeated his actions. I continued to sigh and writhe as he continued to play with both my breasts.

“Can I move my hands a bit? Staying in this awkward position has stiffened them,” I said after some time.

“Sure.” He said, moving a little, giving me space to pull my hands from under him. I stretched my hands out before placing them on his shoulders.

He was now gently pinching and twisting my nipples over my gown. My eyes were closed, and my head was moving from side to side in pleasure. I moved my hands down his shoulders, over his back.

“Baba… you’re sweating a lot,” I said before pushing my hands under his vest and pulling it up to his chest. I caressed his sweat drenched back as he continued playing with my tits. My hand moved lower, and I first slid my fingers under his lungi and then the rest of my hands. I reached down to grab his butt and gave it a squeeze. His butt was surprisingly tight for a man his age.

“Aaaahaa…” he sighed when I caressed his ass and felt his cock twitch wildly, bouncing excitedly on my abdomen.

As my hands moved around his waist, the knot of his lungi came undone. He quickly straightened himself and I pushed it down his legs. He shuffled a bit and got rid of it. Baba was now completely naked from his waist down under the blanket. My gown was pushed up to my chest and my drenched underwear was tucked to the side. His cock was dangerously close to my aching, wet pussy.

His left hand let go of my breast and slowly moved down. It stopped at my naked waist and gave it a gentle squeeze, making me tremble and sigh. His hand then slowly moved down, passing my abdomen.

“Aaah….” I moaned when I felt the tip of his finger touch my engorged clit. I was surprised how easily he had found it in the dark.

His finger slowly moved up and down the length of my pussy, making me moan and sigh at the delicate touch. I moved my hands down to caress his naked butt before bringing them to the front. My right hand slowly slid down, gliding down his shaft before winding around it in a firm grip. My left hand slid further down and cupped his balls.

“Aaahh… Shaluuuu…” He moaned as my warm, soft hands held his hot rod.

In the morning I had gauged his cock to be massive but couldn’t be sure as it was covered by the langote, but now that I could feel his naked meat, I realised I had guessed correctly. I probed his cock with my hand and found it to be long, thick, and firm. My fingers felt a bush of thick pubic hair at the base of his shaft. His balls were large and heavy, most probably full of cum, waiting to erupt.

Baba’s finger probed my vagina. He flicked my clit, slid his finger down to my hole, and then to my anus. He then came back to my clit and started playing with it. I started playing with his cock by sliding his foreskin back and forth.

“Ummm….” I moaned as his finger expertly wriggled on my clit.

“Aaaahh…” he sighed as I slid his foreskin back and forth and fondled his balls.

We slowly started picking up pace, pleasuring each other with our hands. We were both moaning, sighing, and shaking under the blanket. Even in that state of ecstasy, we were careful to keep our volume low.

“Aaah… hmmppffff…” I moaned and bit my lips as he inserted a finger inside my pussy and started ploughing it back and forth. My hands started working on his cock faster, wringing his meat.

“Aaah… Shalu… that feels so good…” he whispered in pleasure.

“Aaaahh… Babaaaa…” I managed to moan.



The day’s arousal had worked both of us up nicely and we were close to cumming. We both started shaking as our orgasms approached. We were getting close with each stroke and were about to burst when we heard the doorknob turn.

We quickly disengaged, and Baba literally jumped out of the bed and hid behind it. A moment later, Aai peered inside.

“Shalini… are you awake?” she whispered. I pretended to wake up just then and sat up. I couldn’t see her face properly, with the light in the background shining brightly.

“I woke up and when you called me. What happened, Aai? Is everything okay?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“Yeah, yeah… everything is fine. Durga mavshi was wondering if you wanted to join us ladies for a chat,” she asked, still standing at the door.

“No Aai. I’m too tired. I will sleep. Tomorrow is a very busy day. You carry on,” I replied.

“Yeah… tomorrow is going to be very hectic. I think I will also go to sleep. Let me tell them. I’ll be back in ten minutes. You go to sleep, beta,” she said before closing the door.

I quickly turned to my side and looked under the bed. Baba quickly sat up.

“She will be back now. You need to leave. How are you going to leave without running into her?” I asked in a state of panic.

“Don’t worry about me. You go to sleep,” he said before getting up. He grabbed his lungi from the bed and quickly tied it around his waist and quietly walked towards the balcony. He quietly closed the balcony door from the outside.

I breathed a sigh of relief and fell back on the bed. I was terrified but still horny and needed an orgasm to sleep peacefully. I quickly worked my pussy and came in a few seconds, thinking about what had just transpired. After I was done, I quickly tidied my clothes and turned to the side and closed my eyes. Before Aai could return, I fell asleep.

[dickrider]

“This patch of the road is a bit bumpy so hold on,” Baba said as he slowed down the car on the highway.

We were on our way to the bride’s village, where the wedding was to be held in two days. The wedding party consisted of two cars and a bus. The first car, a Toyota Innova, had me, Baba, and Aai. The second car was a Ford Endeavour with my brother-in-law Nikhil, and a couple of his friends. The bus was filled with the extended family and followed the cars.

Since it was a five-hour drive to the bride’s village, we set out early in the morning, hoping to be there for the lunch hosted by the bride’s family. Baba sat in the front seat next to the driver, whereas Aai and I sat in the back. I was behind Baba’s seat and Aai was behind the driver.

We stopped for a small break after a couple of hours. Everyone had breakfast and a bathroom break before we set out again. This time, Baba was at the wheel while the driver sat next to him. Baba loved driving and when he had to travel long distances, he preferred it to taking the train or a flight.

Aai had trouble travelling by road. She would get motion sick and usually tried to sleep through the drive. Right now, she was sitting to my right with her eyes closed and head leaning back on the car seat. She was fast asleep, having woken up at dawn.

“Woah… that was a big pothole,” I cried out as the car drove through a rather deep pothole.

“Sorry beta but the road is too bad. This road had been washed away during the monsoon floods. They haven’t fixed it yet,” Baba said. The road was bad, with deep potholes and bumps everywhere. The body of the car rolled and everyone inside moved like bop bags.

I was wearing a saree. Since I was the senior daughter-in-law of the family and we were going to go straight to the bride’s house with no time to change my clothes, I preferred to wear a silk saree. The rolling motion of the car made the pallu of my saree slide down and fall on my thighs, exposing my blouse-covered chest.

I picked up the pallu and flung it over my shoulder and was adjusting it when I noticed Baba’s gaze through the rear-view mirror. My deep cut blouse showed a lot of cleavage and within a second or two, Baba’s hungry eyes were on it like a predator locking in on a prey. He gave me an impish smile while I smiled back kittenishly.

I was wearing a rose pink silk saree with a golden border. The blouse I was wearing was deeply cut, which honestly was a bit inappropriate for the occasion, but I thought my pallu would cover my chest. I hadn’t considered my incorrigible father-in-law and his perverted gaze.

I looked over at Aai, who was in a deep slumber. She wasn’t feeling good anyway and the bad road only made it worse. I then glanced at the left side mirror and saw that the driver wouldn’t be able to see me since the mirror was tilted away from me, towards Baba.

I slowly pulled my pallu aside, just enough to give him a glimpse of my deep cleavage before sliding the pallu back into position. Baba looked into the rear-view mirror at me and then looked ahead to the road. I then slowly slid the pallu back, exposing a little more of the deep valley between my breasts and kept it there for a couple of moments longer. Baba was looking at me hungrily. Thank God the bad road made Baba drive slowly, and sparse traffic made it safer. I covered up again and simpered, looking at my horny and helpless father-in-law as he shuffled restlessly in the driver’s seat.

I was equally turned on by such a perverted situation. My mother-in-law was sitting next to me, the driver was sitting in front of me and I was giving glimpses of my cleavage to my father-in-law who was driving. It was dangerous, but equally arousing. I kept checking Aai and the driver to see if they were noticing our decadent play.

Baba tilted the rear-view mirror downward, giving him a clear view of my chest and face. I sniggered as he did that and dropped my pallu for a few seconds, allowing him to give my cleavage and my well proportioned, blouse covered breasts a good look.

Every time I showed him my cleavage, he slowed down the car to look at it and sped up the car after I covered it.

This happened a few times, and the driver asked, “What happened, Saheb? Is the car okay?”

“Yeah yeah… the car is okay… it’s just that I slow down before a bad path of the road,” he replied as an excuse.

“The bad patch will end shortly. The road from here is in very good condition,” the driver replied.

“Good… so we can get there on time,” Baba said, turning his attention back to the road.

Our perverted game of peekaboo came to an end soon. The bad patch of road ended and Baba started driving fast, and Aai woke up.

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We reached the bride’s village in a couple of hours. The hosts had made arrangements for us to stay in a house some distance from their own, closer to the venue of the wedding.

The hosts welcomed us at the house and after the pleasantries were exchanged, all of us were escorted inside. This house was similar to ours in its layout, but a little smaller. We all were allotted our rooms, and I got a room on the ground floor and Aai and Baba got a room next to mine. The rest of the family was given rooms on the first floor.

After freshening up, everyone assembled in the dining room. The hosts had hired a caterer for us and all arrangements were already done. There were two long dining tables laid out for us, with each table hosting 12 people. Nikhil took the first seat as the groom while I sat next to him. Aai sat opposite to Nikhil, while Baba sat in front of me. The table was covered with a tablecloth which flowed down to the floor on each side.

The mood was jolly and everyone was enjoying the elaborate and delicious food offered. As I was eating, I felt something against my feet. I looked at Baba, who was busy eating and talking to Nikhil and Aai. I thought it was an accidental touch and didn’t respond. After a few seconds, I felt his foot on mine. This time, he kept it there for a second or two. This time, it was deliberate. I looked at him and he passed me a glance, but continued eating and talking to everyone. I could feel the ball of his foot and the toe on my soft skin. I playfully kicked his foot away and went on behaving as though everything was normal.

A minute later, I felt his foot again, but this time, he moved his foot up and down my right foot. I looked at him; he was looking at Nikhil and talking. I could feel goosebumps on my body. I stopped eating for a second and continued looking at him. I wondered why he was taking such risks here? Luckily, the long flowing tablecloth hid his naughty act.

“What happened, beta?” Aai asked, as she noticed me pausing.

“Nothing Aai… just listening to your conversation,” I replied, trying to sound normal even as he caressed my foot.

Aai nodded and started eating again. Baba looked at me fleetingly and gave me a naughty smile. I bit my lip as I felt his toe slowly sliding up to my ankle and then slowly inch up a little. That was enough to jumpstart my arousal. I had been in a sensitive state of semi arousal ever since I had come here and the mutual masturbation session from two nights ago only fanned the flames inside me.

I trembled as his toe slowly slid up to my shin, pushing my saree up a little. This time, I didn’t push him away and let him play as he pleased. He started gliding his foot slowly up and down my shin. I decided to play along and placed my left foot over his and slid it up to his ankle. I saw him shuffle a bit and look at me. He was doing a good job of behaving normally and so was I. The table cloth covered everything under our knees, so no one could see our little game of footie under the table.

He was moving his left foot on my right leg and I was gliding my left foot on his left leg. Since he was wearing a pajama under his kurta, I couldn’t move up my foot a lot, but he was smoothly moving his foot up and down my shins since I was wearing a saree.

If I couldn’t play with his legs, I thought of upping the notch. I slid my foot over his pajama covered leg, past his knee and then his thighs before I brushed my toe against his crotch. He visibly shook from my touch, which Aai and Nikhil noticed.

“Kay Aho? What happened?” Aai asked out of concern.

“Nothing… I bit into elaichi…” Baba replied, sounding a bit nervous.

Aai and Nikhil chuckled and went back to eating. All this while, the sole of my foot was pressed against his crotch. I could feel his erection against my foot. I stayed still for a while and then started moving my foot slowly up and down over the length of his erection. Baba, who was about to put a spoonful of food inside his mouth, stopped for a moment, then glanced at me before putting the spoon inside his mouth.

Baba’s foot has stopped moving over my leg while my left foot was caressing his pajama covered cock. I gauged the length of his cock with my foot and then took his cock between my toes to gauge his girth. My toes were stretched painfully as I tried to fit his thickness between them. Baba slid his foot down my leg and pressed it against the toes of my foot. I raised my foot, allowing him to entangle his toes with mine.

I could feel his cock twitch against my foot and I could also feel my pussy throb with erotic excitement of the moment. I was indulging in foot play with my father-in-law with everyone around us inside the bride’s house. It was risky, dangerous, yet so exciting.

We continued eating in that position with my left foot pressed against his cock while toes of his right foot entangled with the toes of my left foot. We disengaged after we finished our meals.

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That evening, at the mehendi ceremony, Nikhil sat in the courtyard surrounded by the ladies of the house, including me. The mehendi artist drew a small mehndi design of Nikhil’s right hand as a formality and then proceeded to draw the mehendi on the ladies’ hands one by one.

The men of the family were in the periphery, looking at all of us, or talking amongst themselves. Baba, too, was among them. He would either sit in a corner for sometime or else spend time talking to relatives, but throughout I could sense his gaze on me. Between conversations and leisure, Baba was looking at me from the corner of his eye. I could feel his lustful gaze on my chaniya choli clad body even from a distance.

When my turn came, I sat with my hands on my thighs and palms facing upwards. The mehendi artist got to work and carved a beautiful design on my hands, which went all the way up to my elbow. She was done in twenty minutes. After she was done, she moved on to the next lady while I sat there, talking and laughing with everyone, waiting for the mehendi on my hands to dry up and set in.

While speaking to everyone, I glanced at Baba and always saw him looking in my direction or when he was speaking to someone, he would stand facing me. Our eyes met often, and knowing smiles were exchanged. Everyone around us was unaware of the brewing affair between a father-in-law and his daughter-in-law.

Sometime later, I looked around to find Baba had gone. I waited for a while and he didn’t return. I excused myself and got up. I checked his room, and the other rooms, but didn’t find him. I finally made my way to the roof and found him sitting in the corner.

“What happened Baba? Why are you here alone?” I asked as I walked towards him.

“Nothing. Just got bored. These wedding rituals have nothing for us men other than showing up,” he replied as he looked towards the open sugarcane fields behind the house.

“Haha… that’s true. But being the groom’s father, you play a very important role,” I replied.

“Yes, on the day of the wedding. But till then, who do I have to keep me company?” he replied, looking at me.

“There are literally two dozen people in the house to keep you company,” I said.

“Suman is busy with the ladies. Nikhil is in his own world and I’m not in the mood to talk politics with the men at my son’s wedding,” Baba said, shrugging.

“Haha… you can’t blame Nikhil. You forgot the one person who is keeping you company,” I looked at him and smiled.

He looked at me from top to bottom and smiled back.

“You don’t have time. You’re busy like everyone else,” he said, feigning sadness.

“Awww… but I had my attention on you the whole time. I know how you were looking at me,” I said.

“How can anyone ignore you when you were looking so gorgeous in the chaniya choli?” Baba replied.

“Haha… thank you. At least someone praised me,” I said.

“You’re beautiful. The saree you were wearing was beautiful and the deep neck blouse in particular was fantastic,” he said and winked.

“Hahaha…. Liked what you saw?” I asked.

“Oh, yess… and I’d like to see some more,” he remarked, looking at my choli covered breasts.

“This choli isn’t as deep as the blouse, so you won’t get a view like that,” I replied.

“That’s okay… you’re looking gorgeous in this too, and I’m more interested in the full movie rather than the peep show,” he replied shamelessly.

“Hawwwww… you naughty old man,” I said, covering my mouth mockingly and playfully hitting my elbow on his arm. “But tell me… how do I look?” I said before twirling and facing him.

“Breathtaking,” he replied in one word.

“Thank you. This choli is a little tight, though. I bought it a few years ago, and I have gotten a little fat,” I said.

“You’re not fat. You’re voluptuous. Nice, curvy, perfect distribution of…” Baba described my body as he leered at me hungrily.

“Stop it, you horny fox,” I cut him off with a chuckle. “By the way… how did you get down from my balcony that night?” I asked him, changing the topic.

“What? C’mon… I praised you so much and you won’t say anything for this old man? How do I look?” he asked.

He was wearing a cream colored cotton kurta and pajamas. The kurta was a little loose, but his lean frame was evident.

“You’re a handsome man, Baba. You look good in whatever you wear,” I replied, praising him.

“Thank you. And how would I look if I’m not wearing anything?” he asked, smiling wickedly with raised eyebrows.

“Hahaha… how would I know? I haven’t seen you like that,” I said, suppressing my laugh.

I hadn’t seen him naked, but I had seen enough to know how good he looked without clothes. That night I also touched his cock, which I knew would look impressive on his already impressive body. This conversation was clearly having an effect on us. I could already see signs of a building erection under his pajamas and I was pressing my thighs together to control my arousal.

“That morning you saw me in just a langote. So there wasn’t much left to imagine,” he replied, echoing my thoughts.

“Baba, you’re incredibly fit. I won’t be lying when I say I haven’t seen a man as fit as you. And I am sure whatever is left to see is better than imagination,” I replied.

“Aren’t you curious?” he asked, stepping closer to me.

“I… uhh… I am,” I stumbled with my reply as he stood so close to me.

We both looked at each other. I could see the flame of desire burning in his eyes and I’m sure he saw one too in my eyes.

“But you didn’t tell me how you escaped that night,” I said before stepping back. I changed the topic. This was risky territory, and being caught would be worse than a nightmare. He too realised it and backed off.

“Haha… well… I got down using the pipe near your balcony. My bedroom is directly below yours so I sneaked in and out of your room using that pipe,” he replied.

“Hahaha… you’re like a ninja,” I teased him.

“Haha… a childhood of climbing trees and a decade in the army taught me how to climb,” he replied proudly.

“How’s my mehendi?” I asked, sitting next to him and extending my hands towards him. The mehendi was of an intricate design going from my fingertips right up to my elbow.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, looking at it.

“But waiting for it to dry is such a pain. My back is itching and I can’t do anything about it,” I replied, irritated.

“Don’t worry, I’ll scratch your back. Tell me where,” he replied.

“Yes please,” I said, turning my back towards him. “It’s in the middle of the back,” I said as I felt his fingers start to explore.

“Yeah… to the left… no… little lower… yesss that’s it…” I moaned in relief as he scratched my back.

“Can you go a little lower? It’s itching there too,” I said. The hot weather and heavy lehenga gave me an itch.

“Here?” he asked as he scratched my lower back.

“Yess…” I moaned in relief.

“How about here?” he said as he moved his hand to my waist and squeezed it.

“Hahaha…” I laughed as he tickled my waist.

“And how about here?” he said as he brought his hand down to my butt and pinched it.

“Aaah… hahahaha… stop it…” I got up and moved away. “I don’t have an itchy butt,” I said, poking my tongue out. I turned around and left, giggling on my way out

[dickrider]

Update is on the way

[dickrider]

That evening, the family organised a sangeet program. Sangeet doesn’t happen in Marathi weddings and is a staple for north Indian weddings. But Bollywood overdose had spilled into everything and now Sangeet was part of all weddings across India. Sangeet isn’t a formal ceremony. It is nothing but a family get together where everyone sings, dances, drinks and has a good time. It’s like a party before the wedding.

Sangeet started at nightfall. The courtyard of the house was decorated with ornamental lights, there was loud music playing, and everyone, especially the ladies, was singing and dancing. Baba had arranged drinks for the evening and after a few drinks, even the men joined the ladies. Everyone danced, sang and had a gala time as the night progressed and drinks flowed.

After dancing for over an hour, I got tired and sat down on a chair in the corner, and watched everyone dance. I had a glass of vodka in my hand and I didn’t know how many glasses I had downed before this one, but I could feel a buzz.

As I watched, I noticed Baba and Nikhil were missing. ‘Where is the groom?’ I wondered. I got up and started looking for them. I checked every room on the ground floor but did not find them. I then went to the first floor and checked every room but didn’t find them there either.

‘Maybe they are on the roof,’ I thought after seeing Baba there in the morning.

I slowly climbed the wooden stairs and by now I was clearly buzzed from the alcohol, but not dead drunk. I was still in my senses.

I finally found them in the corner of the roof, sitting on chairs facing each other and a table between them. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and both men were drinking it in glasses. I also saw a cigarette in Nikhil’s hand as he smoked. I looked closely and noticed it wasn’t a cigarette, it was a joint! Now that was news to me. I knew men in this family drank occasionally and never smoked, but seeing Nikhil light up a blunt was a surprise, and in front of his father!

What was even more shocking was when he passed the join to Baba. Baba inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke. I checked again and yes, it indeed was a joint. I had spent enough years in a college hostel and I knew it was blunt when I saw it. It was too crudely made to be a cigarette.

“Nikhil… Baba… what the hell!” I shouted as I walked towards them. “Is that marijuana?” I went up to Nikhil, shouting. I’m sure no one downstairs heard me in the loud music.

Nikhil was shocked and almost fell out of his chair. After all, I was his older Bhabhi but Baba was calm and relaxed and just looked at me with a smile.

“Vahini… uhh…” Nikhil struggled to reply.

“You’re getting married in a couple of days and here you are smoking drugs. Is this what you want Niharika to see? Shameless boy?” I reprimanded him.

He helplessly looked at his father and then at me. Baba chose to keep quiet and keep a stern face. If Nikhil was high before, he definitely got sober in a minute.

“Your entire family is downstairs and you’re here with your father drinking and doing drugs,” I scolded. “Go down and be with the family. Your mother would like you to be with her. Go now,” I commanded him.

Nikhil looked at his father, pleading with him with his eyes, but Baba only gestured him to go. I looked at him sternly as he left the roof and followed him to the stairs.

“You go down. I’ll now deal with your father,” I said. Nikhil went downstairs, and I went back to the roof.

“Is he gone?” Baba asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Haha… yeah…” I replied as I sat on the chair facing him.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on him,” Baba replied as he inhaled deeply.

“And what was I supposed to say? That I would like to speak to your father in private?” I asked.

“What if he comes back and sees you drinking with me?” he asked as he took the empty glass from my hand and started pouring a drink.

“I’ll tell him I was joking,” I replied. Baba poured a drink, added two ice cubes, and handed me the drink.

“I didn’t know you smoke weed,” I said as I took a sip of whiskey.

“Very rarely. Last time I smoked was your wedding,” he replied, inhaling a kash.

“Aah… so this is a pre wedding ritual,” I said.

“Haha… sort of,” he replied before throwing the joint away.

“Why aren’t you downstairs?” I asked him.

“I was… I danced, I sang, I had a good time, but I really enjoy a drink when I’m alone,” he replied.

“You weren’t alone.”

“Nikhil joined me sometime back. He also came looking for me like you did.”

“What were you guys talking about?”

“Nothing… just father son talk.”

“Aah… a pre wedding pep talk?”

“Haha… yeah, kind of.”

“And what wisdom did you share, oh wise father,” I said teasingly.

“Hahaha… tips on how to navigate life after marriage. What to do… what not to do…”

“So what should a good husband do and not do?”

“A husband should be a man, a provider, a supporter. He should take care of his family. He should take care of his wife’s needs, be it financial, emotional, and physical. Especially physical,” he replied, emphasizing physical.

“Yes… that’s very important. A happy wife is a good wife. Happiness comes from an emotionally available husband, a providing husband, and a husband who satisfies his wife sexually,” I replied, using the word sexually instead of physically.

“Correct. A sexually satisfied wife is an obedient and submissive wife,” he replied proudly.

“Aaaah… So that’s why Aai is so deferential to you?” I asked.

“The values of our times were different; wives from our generation don’t call their husbands by name and are dutiful. And of course, I have satisfied her sexually,” he said.

“Yes, I agree. Your generation is different to ours. How was the sex back then?” I asked teasingly, leaning forward.

“Haha… You’re quite forthright, my dear. Is that a question for a daughter-in-law to ask a father-in-law?” he replied, teasingly.

“Baba… don’t you think we are a bit beyond the father-in-law-daughter-in-law relation? And I’m curious, so indulge me,” I said as I finished my glass of whiskey and held it out.

“Alright, if you’re curious…” he said, leaning forward to pour another drink in my glass. “Sex back then wasn’t as open as today. We didn’t talk about it so openly like you do, but we were as inquisitive and horny as anyone today. We did it and loved it as much as your generation does, but we kept it under wraps and did not flaunt it.”

“We don’t flaunt it, Baba… but we do express our romantic feelings more openly,” I countered.

“Nothing wrong with it. I’m just saying how our generation was,” he said.

“So… tell me about your first night, your first time with Aai,” I asked directly.

“You wanna know everything, don’t you?” He was a bit taken back by the question.

“C’mon… just indulge me,” I persisted.

“I am only answering your questions. When do I get to ask you questions?” he asked.

“What do you want to ask?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“What you ask me, that will be my question for you as well,” he replied with a grin.

He sort of put me in a quandary. I was slightly inebriated and my inhibitions were lowered and I wanted to ask him all sorts of naughty and embarrassing questions and enjoy watching him squirm in embarrassment, but now I would have to answer the same questions.

“Alright,” I replied. I was surprised how easily I had agreed to his condition. “Okay…so how was your first night with Aai?”

He gave a brief reply. “It was good. A memorable night.”

“What the… that’s it?” I replied, annoyed.

“Hahahaha… What do you want to know exactly?” he said, laughing out loud.

“The details… the dirty, naughty details,” I replied.

“There was nothing dirty or naughty. Your Aai was very shy and submissive on the first night,” he reminisced.

“So you did not consummate your marriage that night?” I asked curiously.

“We did consummate,” he replied with a nod.

“Baba… c’mon… You’re being as shy as her right now. I need details,” I said, sounding a bit desperate.

“Okay, okay, but that was a long time ago, so I don’t remember every small detail. We shared our first kiss that night. At first she was hesitant to open her lips but then as I continued kissing her, she parted her lips and soon we ended up in a deep, intense kiss,” he recalled and I listened intently.

By now I was a bit tipsy from the alcohol and weed, and my inhibitions were fast lowering. I was also turned on listening to him.

“I remember taking off her blouse for the first time. She was so shy, she kept her eyes closed the whole time. The lights were off, but I could clearly see her. I remember how soft and tender her bosom felt at the first touch,” he recalled with a smile. Aai was not a busty woman, but she must definitely have had a nice, perky pair of tits back then.

“So, what position did you do it in?” I asked suddenly, which caught him off guard.

“Isn’t that too much detail?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and the glass between his lips.

“Not if you want to know my details,” I replied with a wink.

“Haha… okay… We did it in missionary position. It was our first time, you know…” he said. I sensed some hesitation on his part; after all, he was sharing the most intimate details and with his daughter-in-law.

“Now you tell me about your first night,” he said, putting the ball in my court so to speak.

“Our first night was memorable, too. I was not as shy as Aai because I and Rahul had been intimate before the wedding,” I replied.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. Of course, he was shocked. Premarital sex was a no go for his generation.

“Intimate… I didn’t mean that we went all the way, but we did kiss and all…” I trailed off shyly.

“Hmmm… Continue…” he replied with a smile.

“I also remember the moment I felt his hand on my breasts for the first time. I felt the strength but also the tenderness of his hands,” I said, closing my eyes and recalling the moment with a smile. “Next thing I remember was his mouth on my nipples, sucking them hungrily one by one.”

Baba was shocked by my sudden intimate confession but tried to hide it behind a poker face.

“Your son loves sucking my tits,” I said before drinking a large sip of whiskey.

Baba was being a bit hesitant to share his intimate past, which was why I decided to be as brazen as I could to pull him out of his shell.

“Like father, like son…” he replied.

“You like sucking breasts too?” I asked.

“Of course… Suman had sore breasts the next morning,” he said and chuckled.

“Same here. Your son sucked and squeezed them till they turned sore and red,” I replied and noticed Baba’s gaze on my breasts as I described them. “And what did you do after sucking Aai’s breasts?” It was weirdly arousing asking my father-in-law how he made love to my mother-in-law.

“We undressed, and I tried going down on her, but she steadfastly refused,” he said.

“Aah… So you don’t mind going down on a woman?” I asked, sounding a bit surprised.

“Of course I don’t mind. What made you think that?

“I don’t know… uhh… I just assumed…”

“But Suman wasn’t enthusiastic about it,” he said.

“I and Rahul spent a lot of time pleasuring each other orally,” I said casually.

“Aah… So you don’t mind going down on a man,” he said.

“I don’t mind… Uhhh… Can I make a confession, Baba?” I asked and leaned forward.

“Sure…” he said.

I gestured to him to lean in towards me. He leaned forward, bringing his ear closer to mine.

“I love sucking cock,” I whispered in his ear.

Baba looked at me with wide eyes, full of disbelief and arousal. I too was shocked at how little alcohol I needed to utter something so filthy.

He leaned in to say something to me. I turned my ear towards him.

“I love licking pussy,” he whispered, and we both smiled at each other before laughing.

“You might love that, but Aai didn’t. So how did you manage?” I asked, sitting back.

“Well, she came around after the first night. She complained at first as she thought it was dirty but I managed to convince her,” he replied, sipping his drink.

“Convince her with your tongue?” I replied cheekily.

“Hahahaha… Indeed.”

“So other than missionary, what other positions did you try?” I asked.

“That night, nothing else… But later on, quite a few.”

“Later on, as in on your honeymoon?”

“We didn’t have a honeymoon. I was in the army back then, posted in Himachal Pradesh. So we went there. Every day was a honeymoon.”

“You didn’t tell me more about your first night.”

“That night, other than oral, we didn’t do much. We were tired after a long day and had to wake up early the next morning. We did experiment a lot during our honeymoon, though.”

“Experimenting, huh?”

“Yes. Different positions. Some we liked… some we didn’t, but we tried them all.”

“We too tried a lot of positions during our initial days. What’s your favorite position?” I asked brazenly.

“Doggy style,” he replied instantly.

I blushed hearing him not only because of the unabashed conversation, but because I loved doggy style too.

“What happened?” he asked as he saw me blush.

“Nothing,” I nodded shyly.

“C’mon… just say it.”

“I love doggy style too.,” I replied. The moment he said he loved doggy style, my mind flashed an image of us doing it in doggy style. That fleeting image made me blush even more.

“There’s no need to be so shy, dear. Just speak your mind,” he said, taking a puff of a new joint and passing it to me.

I nodded and leaned forward, took the joint and took a deep puff.

“There’s no pleasure like grabbing a thick butt and pounding it hard,” he said, keeping the joint between his lips.

“A butt like this?” I said and stood up. I stepped up next to the table which was between us and slowly swirled with my butt jutting out, giving him a nice view of my sari covered plump derriere.

“Exactly. A voluptuous woman like you will be perfect for doggy style. Face down… ass up…” he continued, this time going straight at me. He put his hands in the air, like holding a butt between them.

I squirmed as I heard what he said and saw what he did. I felt an instant wet spot on my crotch.

“It goes deeper that way…” I replied.

“Aaah, yes… and it feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded shyly and covered my smile with the glass of whiskey. “Yes… goes balls deep,” I replied.

“Do you like it deep and slow or hard and fast?” he asked.

“A good mix of both… and that with a generous dose of spanking,” I replied, biting my lower lip.

He smirked devilishly, hearing his daughter-in-law confess her deepest carnal desires. I smiled back knowingly. I was shocked at how drastically this conversation has escalated.

“But for deep penetration, one needs to pack a big tool,” I added.

“Do you like it long or thick?” he asked.

“Both… but the girth matters more than the length.”

“How about this?” he asked and stood up. Even on the dimly lit roof, I could see the bulge in his pajamas. This time, his cock was pointing straight out, forming a tent in the fabric.

“I don’t know. It’s too dark to see properly and…” I replied teasingly.

He stepped towards me and stood in front of me. I looked up at him and then at the erection, which was right in front of my face.

“Shalini Beta… Where are you?” We suddenly heard Aai calling me. I had been on the roof for quite a while now and my absence must have been noticed downstairs.

I quickly stood up and was about to walk away when Baba held my wrist. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but it was too tight.

“You didn’t tell me…” he said, looking at me hungrily and with a lecherous smile.

“Tell you what?” I asked, even though I knew what he was referring to.

“My…” he said and looked down at his raging erection.

“I’ll tell you some other time…” I said.

“Now is as good as any other time…” he replied as he started pulling me closer.

“Shalini?” The other ladies joined Aai in calling me.

I jerked my hand away and ran towards the stairs. I looked back at Baba, who was still standing with his erection. I gave him a smile and quickly went to the first floor. From there, I pretended to have walked out of one of the rooms.

“Yes Aai… I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I said.

“Where were you?” she asked from below.

“I was a bit tired. Was resting in this room.”

“Okay, okay. Come down and join us,” she said.

I quickly walked into the bathroom of the bedroom behind me, found a bottle of perfume and mouthwash in the bathroom. I sprayed perfume on my body and rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash to remove the stench of alcohol and marijuana. After tidying myself, I joined the ladies downstairs.