[The journey of love between the Indian housewife and her father-in-law continues. It may be taboo but, in a loving couple, nothing else matters. The intensity of their love is such that they wish for a stronger binding between them that is unthinkable otherwise - marriage. It is not marriage in the true sense that society would readily accept, but one that would give them a lot of joy and satisfaction in themselves.
In this deviation from local social customs and practices, they take their maid into confidence, involving her fully by making her a close confidant. The obedient and subservient maid takes up her role as a priestess in right earnest and imposes her ideas authoritatively. Her authority as the priestess is followed by the couple scrupulously since they seek this fulfillment.
As stated in earlier chapters, the flavor is Indian, and there is usage of the local Hindi language in some measure. However, to the extent possible, English translations have been provided alongside. Those readers who feel alienated when reading stories set in India or by Indian writers, may think twice before you feel like proceeding. However, the greater the viewership the more is the interest to continue with subsequent chapters.
Once again, there is no resemblance to any living characters and it would be pointless reading too much between the lines. A story is a story, and an erotic story more so - to be read simply for fun and pleasure.
As always, comments are invited, for they enrich an author's creativity. However, it is expected that such criticisms do not lead to taunts and insults. On the other hand, if you do like the story, do be indulgent in your rating.]
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It was past 7.00 when the bright sunlight woke up Sonam. She was horrified and embarrassed at having woken up so late. As a bahu, she always got up much earlier, and by this time she was in the prayer room after her bath. By 8.00 everyone would be at the dining table, having their 'nasta' (breakfast), with the patriarch at the farthest end of the table and his bahu always beside him. This was his wish and command.
"Babuji. Get up, get up ...oh my god, I am so late!" She pushed the patriarch a few times and picking up her tattered nightie that lay on the bed, she hurriedly got down from the bed. But that was the farthest that she could get.
Balwant just stretched his strong pair of hands and gripped the pretty bahu by her waist. He pulled her on to the bed and on to his lap. Both were completely naked.
The 'hardness' of the patriarch immediately on awakening was not lost on Sonam. She felt the eager 'lund' probing the crack of her rump and strong hands that were soon mauling her milk laden breasts. A squirt or two trickled on to Balwants hands.
"Choriye Babuji (Leave me, Babuji)," she cried out. She felt excited but stifled her want because of her daily chores that needed her attention and were no less demanding.
"Why? A bahu's rightful place is on her sasur's (father-in-law) lap," Balwant laughed as he fondled her.
He swung Sonam on the bed so that she now lay face down with Balwant on top. He was still gripping her breasts.
"Babuji, please! I am late. I'll not be able to face the household if you hold me back further," Sonam wailed. Her cries fell on the deaf ears of an aroused mind.
Balwant was sliding his body down over Sonam's back. He kissed her neck and then on her shoulders, gradually moving down across her soft creamy body. He released her breasts when she reached her rump, parted the soft, fleshy curves of her butt and stared at the crack and the hole that it nestled.
"So lovely," he uttered, not hiding the intensity of his rising lust. Unable to resist, he had brought his face down on to the spot.
Balwant sniffed the area as he dug in his nose.
"Ahhh!" He exclaimed, as he took in whiffs at the spot, one after the other.
Sonam wriggled on bed, trying to free herself. She was deeply embarrassed at the patriarch's inappropriate outbursts on such an intimate part of her body. Balwant didn't hide his intoxication, sniffing and moaning as his eyes remained closed.
In one moment of Balwant's slackness Sonam slid out of his grip, almost pushing her feet on the man's shoulders with all her strength for leverage to break free. Before Balwant could realize the intentions of his prey, Sonam was out from his clutches.
With her tattered nightie still in her hands, she quickly ran away to the adjacent bedroom which was hers. In her hurry, Sonam forgot to take the wet panties that she had thrown underneath the bed, an inadvertence she would rue later.
In less than an hour she had her bath and got ready for the day. She was wearing a pretty, red saree with a golden border, a matching golden silk blouse and a red petticoat. Underneath, she was wearing the most exotic pink lingerie, full of laces and even had a thin frill border. The bra sat nicely on her breasts, extending the beauty and shape of her already beautiful curves of her bust.
Sonam looked at the mirror and wondered if she had worn it for her Babuji. Would he look at it admiringly? Would he fondle her breasts? She smiled at herself. How the man had taken over her mind! Her thoughts always revolved around him alone.
She parted her hair and applied a thin line of vermilion like Hindu housewives do. But she was unsure who it was for. Was it only for Rajesh to whom she was married? Or, for someone nearer? After her torrid love making with Babuji the previous night, was it for this elderly father-in-law?
She rushed quickly to the prayer room. She just hoped that Babuji would have got up and completed his bath. If he too was late! Oh god, what would everyone think?
Normally, he was in the sitting room by 6.45 having his morning cup of tea, doing rounds at the cow shed, inspecting his cows, talking with the servants and telling them their outside duties for the day. Then sharp at 8.00, he would come and sit at the dining table. Today, even he was late and that must have been a surprise to everyone.
Sonam completed her prayers in fifteen minutes, but didn't forget to pray for her husband which she usually did. But this day, she had some special thoughts and prayers for her Babuji too, wishing him well, wishing his long life and yes, praying for their love.
Oh god! How much she was in love with him now.
Soon, she hurried to the kitchen, first to see that the cook had prepared the 'nasta' or if they required her help. Satisfied, she dashed across to the dining room where everyone seemed to stare at her for being late. She should have been the first at the dining table, as others came in one by one. Today, she was the last. It was 8.10. She was embarrassed and apologized, first to Babuji, for that was the custom in the rich yet rural family, and then to the others who were all elder to her.
The patriarch was, fittingly, sitting at the head of the table. The first seat from that end was vacant, obviously left for the loving bahu of the household, Sonam. She came and sat down demurely, her head covered with the pallu of her saree.
Such was Sonam's embarrassment at being late that she fumbled with the spoon in her hand. Unfortunately, the spoon slipped out of her hand and fell on to the floor. Sonam blushed in more embarrassment. The young bahu of the house was making a mess of everything.
She mumbled a soft apology, as she bent down to pick up the spoon.
"Meri galti hui. Mujhe maf kijiye Babuji (I am at fault, forgive me)," her voice was most apologetic.
In the process of picking up the spoon, as she bent down her pallu (saree end covering her breasts) slipped of her shoulder. An involuntary glance at her breasts and cleavage revealed her curves. Just underneath the blouse, she glanced at the outlines of her lace bra. She knew Babuji would be happy if he saw her in her latest lingerie pair.
She was about to get up and out from underneath the table when her eyes fell on the parted thighs of Babuji sitting on his chair. The 'dhoti' that he was wearing couldn't hide the bulge that lay in between. The two orbs and the thick cock that rested on them were conspicuous under the thin fabric that comprised the dhoti.
Sonam's thoughts, for an instant, went back to the previous night and the rampaging organ that was resting barely a couple of feet away from her face.
It was then that the horror of her forgetfulness hit her! Oh my God! What had she done! Her soiled panties was lying on the floor of Babuji's bedroom. Imagine! Bahu's panties under the master's bed! That too, the panties that would have the unmistakable signs of the man's sticky cum! Sonam turned red in the face. She couldn't get the patriarch's attention from underneath the table and neither could she remain in that position for long. She gave a mild tug on his dhoti before she got up.
Babuji must have realized something was amiss but he said nothing. He just glanced at Sonam who was trying to say everything with her eyes that expressed an imminent danger. Just then Matasari entered the room, carrying the awoken child in her arms.
Anjali, Anurudh's wife, asked, "Where were you Matasari? You are supposed to be here during breakfast. You know that."
