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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Next day after lunch, we were ready to leave. The couple touched Aai's feet out of respect before sitting in the back of the Innova. I also touched Aai's feet and then sat in the front, next to the driver's seat. Baba said goodbye to Aai and then sat in the driver's seat before starting the car. We all waved Aai goodbye as the car rolled out of the compound.
The journey was long but fun. We all talked and laughed. I teased the couple a few times, and Baba joined me. Niharika, who until now was mostly quiet, slowly opened up and started taking part in the conversation.
We stopped along the way for refuelling and refreshments. We reached Terminal 2 of Mumbai Airport by 7pm, an hour later than expected because of Mumbai's notoriously slow traffic. The flight was scheduled to leave in four hours. Nikhil loaded their luggage onto a trolley. The couple touched Baba's feet and the mine. We both gave them our blessings. I gave Niharika a hug while Baba shook hands with Nikhil. I video called Aai from my phone, and she too blessed the couple for a happy honeymoon. After saying our goodbyes, the couple walked towards the entry gate of the terminal while Baba and I got back into the car.
"Where to now, Baba?" I asked as he started the car.
"The hotel," he replied, looking in the right mirror before driving the car into the lane.
"Where are we staying tonight?" I asked.
"Marriot. It's nearby," he said, looking at me and barely concealing a grin.
The hotel was twenty minutes away, and at 7.30pm the traffic in Mumbai moved at a snail's pace.
With only us in the car, Baba had all the freedom to do as he pleased. He placed his left hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I panicked a bit and looked around. We were in the middle of traffic, but nobody was looking at us. Plus, the frame of the car hid his hand.
"Aaah... be careful, Baba... we are in public," I said teasingly before gently pushing his hand away, but he brushed my hand and grabbed my thigh again to squeeze it. I giggled and let him continue because I knew he wasn't going to listen anyway.
I was wearing a salwar kameez, and Baba was wearing a shirt and trousers. He slid his hand under my flowing kameez and caressed my salwar covered thigh as he drove slowly through traffic.
We didn't say a word along the way. Baba kept his eyes on the road and his hand on my thigh, caressing it from the knee right up to my hip. I kept quiet and looked at the road, but inside I was burning. My panties were getting damp, and there was a sense of urgency in my breath. I was clearly aroused, and I was sure Baba was too.
We reached the hotel after navigating through the city traffic. Baba handed the car keys to the valet, and a steward took our luggage. We both walked side by side into the hotel. A hotel staff member greeted us and escorted us to the reception counter.
"I have booked a suite for us," Baba told the lady at the counter.
"Your name, sir?" She asked.
"Vishwanath Deshmukh," Baba replied.
"Allow me a moment to check," the lady replied before looking at the computer screen in front of her.
"You have booked an Executive King Suite with a pool view. The room comes with an extra-large king-size bed," the receptionist said before listing all the amenities of the room.
When she stopped, I thought she would now tell me about my room, but she didn't.
"Can I please see your ID, Mr Deshmukh?" she asked instead.
"Sure," Baba said before pulling out his ID and handing it over.
Surprised, I looked at Baba. He looked at me and smiled. I clearly remember he had said he would book two rooms yesterday. But in reality, he had booked only one room. The idea of being in the same room with Baba all night gave me goosebumps right there.
"Thank you. Here is the keycard to your room. The steward will escort you and your luggage to the room. I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr & Mrs Deshmukh," she said as she handed the key card to Baba.
We smiled at her and then turned around to walk towards the elevator. He offered his arm, and I held it as we walked.
"Mr & Mrs Deshmukh?" I asked, looking at Baba with raised eyebrows.
"Aren't you Mrs Deshmukh," he replied with a naughty smile.
"Yes... but I'm not your Mrs," I said, playfully slapping his arm.
"Tonight, you are," he said.
I blushed hearing him and tightly gripped his arm as we walked to the elevator. Didn't the lady at the reception notice us? Did she really think we were husband and wife? Maybe she thought it was a salt and pepper marriage. I didn't look old, of course, and Baba didn't look old enough to be my father-in-law. He had dyed his hair before the wedding so, other than a few wrinkles on his face, he looked at least ten years younger.
The steward opened the room for us. He showed us around the room, briefing us about it before leaving. The Executive King Suite was an apt name. It was huge. It had an enormous bed, the largest I had ever seen. There was a 50-inch flat screen TV on the wall facing the bed. A three-seat couch was next to a gigantic window from which one could see the pool nine floors below. The bathroom was beautifully done, with a large bathtub in one corner and a shower compartment in another corner. Even the basin and counter were large. The wall of the bathroom facing the bed had a glass facade with a draw-up curtain. If you moved the curtain, someone on the outside could see inside clearly. Everything screamed luxury.
I had been to five star hotels many times before with my husband, but this time I was with my father-in-law who harboured carnal intentions towards me. I went and sat on the bed, jumping up and down a little to check it. It was soft, yet firm, and I knew I would be ravished on this bed shortly. I looked at the couch, the window and everywhere around the room, and my corrupted mind thought of all the nasty ways Baba could fuck me.
"I want to take a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes," I said as I walked towards the bathroom. Baba was standing at the mini-bar and just nodded as he watched me walk to the bathroom.
I was expecting Baba to either pass a smutty comment or follow me into the bathroom. I entered the bathroom and closed the door but didn't lock it, expecting him to enter any moment.
I started taking off my salwar kameez. First, I took off my kameez, then my salwar and kept it nearly folded in the corner of the basin counter. I then unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders and kept it on my clothes. I then bent down and pushed my panties down, which also joined my other clothes on the basin counter.
I waited for Baba, hoping he would barge into the bathroom and ravage me right here, but that did not happen.
'Must be enjoying his drink, I guess,' I thought and shrugged my shoulders.
I stepped into the shower compartment and turned on the shower faucet, sighing as warm water at just the right temperature fell on my travel-weary body. I ran my hands through my hair and tilted my head back, letting the water fall on my face.
The shower compartment was facing the glass facade of the bathroom. When I entered the bathroom, the curtain was covering the glass, but when I opened my eyes, the curtain had been drawn up. Baba was sitting on the side of the bed with a drink in his hand. He was watching me intently, hungrily. I could see the lust boiling in his eyes.
'Aaah... so that's why he didn't come in. He wants to watch and not participate,' I thought and smiled to myself.
From his position, he could see my profile. The rise of my ample bosom and the chocolate brown nipples that crown them were clearly visible to him.
I turned to face him and gave him a smile. He took a sip of his whiskey, licked his lips and then gave me a wicked smile. Raising my arms to rinse my hair, I gave him a clear view of my smooth armpits. I slowly rubbed my scalp with my fingertips and closed my eyes as I felt the soothing warmth of the water on my body. I was also feeling warmth in my loins as I stood naked in front of my father-in-law as he watched me bathe. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel his hungry gaze.
I took the small bottle of body wash from the soap slot and poured a big dollop of it onto my palm and rubbed my hands together. I looked at him as I brought my soapy hands to my breasts and started rubbing the soap on my tits, my unblinking stare matching his lewd gaze. My large, curvaceous, soapy boobs slipped out of my hands as I rubbed and caressed them in full view of my father-in-law.
Baba was wearing a t-shirt and his favourite lungi as he sat on the bed watching me bathe. I could see the tent form in his lungi, and I was eager to unwrap the cloth and free his enormous erection from its confines.
I continued soaping my body, focusing on my tits, especially the erect nipples as they slipped out of my hands. They were swollen and ready to be pinched, bitten and sucked. I turned around and soaped my butt, spreading my ass cheeks in the process and giving him a show of my voluptuous ass cheeks and the puckered hole in between.
When I turned around, I caught him adjusting his erection under his lungi. I giggled at him, and he smiled back. I quickly finished my shower and walked out wearing a white bathrobe.
"Why don't you take a shower too, Baba? The water is just the right temperature. It feels amazing," I said as I placed my foot on the bed near him and started applying moisturizer to my leg. I purposely turned towards him, allowing him a peek at my clean shaven pussy.
He bit his lip, and I felt he was going to jump me then and there, but he didn't. He was building up the arousal as much as he could before he took me. Unlike a young, impatient man who would have pounced on me at the first chance, Baba was a seasoned player and knew the game too well. He was like a MasterChef who knew that cooking on a slow flame evoked the best flavours.
"Hmmm... I think I will," he said as he finished his drink and got up.
He walked into the bathroom, quickly undressed, and got into the shower. I stood in front of the bathroom glass and watched his massive cock jut out of his groin. He stood under the shower, and I watched in fascination as his hairy, muscular body got drenched in water. Without a stitch of cloth on his body, he looked manlier than before; in fact, he looked manlier than any man I knew, including my husband, which only inflamed my desire to let him breed me.
I watched with a slightly open mouth and lustful gaze as he stroked his girthy cock as he looked at me. I fought the urge to barge into the bathroom and played the game of patience, knowing fully well the fruits it would bear shortly. For the first time since this dalliance began, I got a glimpse of his cock. I had felt it before, and I knew he packed a biggie, but now I could clearly see, and it was bigger and better than I had imagined.
We both stared at each other as he stood under the shower, slowly jerking his cock, which was pointing straight at me. I watched in arousal and amazement as he spent the next couple of minutes lathering up his body with soap, paying more attention to his groin area than the rest. He quickly finished his shower and walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Baba wrapped a lungi around his waist while I fixed two glasses of gin and tonic with ice for us at the mini bar. When I turned around, he was sitting on the couch near the window, wearing a lungi and nothing else.
He was splayed on the couch with his legs stretched out, with his right hand on the armrest and his left stretched out on the top of the backrest. His muscular bare chest and the salt and pepper hair on it just oozed virility. His eyes were locked on me as I walked towards him. He had been patient so far, taking his time, letting the arousal build up. I too had played along as I knew we had all night and a good part of tomorrow morning to indulge.
"Will you rub some oil on my legs? I haven't had the pleasure of your lovely massage for days now," he asked as I handed him his drink.
"We don't have oil, but we have moisturizer," I replied.
"That will do," he replied.
I fetched the bottle of moisturizer and sat down on the floor in front of him. I was only wearing a white bathrobe with its string loosely tied. My robe had parted, and my generous cleavage, with just a hint of my brown, erect nipples, was on display.
He was sporting an erection under the lungi. This time there was no need to hide or fear being caught. He was unabashed, sitting sprawled out on the couch, proudly showing off his manly body and the tent in his lungi. I, his dutiful daughter-in-law, was sitting at his feet, near naked with just a loosely tied, flimsy bathrobe covering my modesty. I wasn't trying to cover anything either and was looking at him and his manhood with arousal and anticipation.
We were taking things slowly, not letting our carnal instincts take over by jumping on each other as soon as we entered the room. We both were building up our arousal. I could feel my heart thumping, my pussy throbbing, my lips moistening at the thought of what lay ahead.
I poured the moisturiser onto my hand and rubbed my palms together and started applying it to his left foot, gently massaging and pressing it, evoking a gasp and a moan from him. I then did the same to his right foot.
"Your hands are magical, Shalu..." he said with a sigh.
"I'm still just at your feet, Baba," I said and gave him a foxy smile.
"Why don't you move up then?" he asked.
I slowly moved up his leg, massaging the ankles and then the calves. I sat on my heels, allowing me to massage my way up his legs. Moving between his legs, I massaged and caressed them with a generous quantity of moisturizer. The room was filled with a pleasant scent of the moisturiser.
I glanced at the erection he was sporting under his lungi. Unlike that time at the house, he didn't need to be discreet and careful, but unabashed about his stiff pole making a tent in his lungi.
Apart from the sound of my hands rubbing his skin and the gentle hum of the air conditioning in the background, the room was quiet. I occasionally broke to take a sip of a much needed drink, as my throat often ran dry from arousal.
Baba's eyes were glued to my breasts. The lapels of my bathrobe were closed, giving him only a restricted view of my well proportioned decolletage. He knew too well that my robe was the only piece of cloth masking my modesty.
He took a sip of the drink and leaned forward towards me, bending down a little so he could tug at the belt of my bathrobe to loosen it. He then parted the bathrobe at my shoulders just enough to expose my shoulders. The lapels of the bathrobe parted enough for my cleavage to pop out but still keep my nipples covered. Nodding, he sat back, and I went back to massaging his legs.
I spent a few minutes below his knees before moving up. My hands slipped under his lungi and started working on his thighs, moving in circles. I didn't know a damn thing about giving a massage and the correct points for it, but I knew just enough to arouse a man, and Baba was reacting exactly the way he should have. His cock was twitching under his lungi, and I could see it straining in erection.
He sat up and brought his hand behind my head. He removed the hair clip and tossed it away, so my long, lustrous hair flowed down my shoulders. I flicked my head left and right, allowing my hair to flow down. With his left hand, he started massaging the back of my head, gently clutching my hair in his fist occasionally. I closed my eyes and sighed as jolts of arousal passed through my body.