I am 35 and my wife Charu is five years younger than me. We have two kids a 7 year old boy and a six year old daughter. During their summer vacations we usually go to visit my wife's parents. They live in the countryside; some three hours run if you are traveling in your own vehicle. Our children love it there. For one thing it is a joint family. Both brothers of my wife live there with their families. So there are five more kids to play with. And they are all of the same age group. The house itself is a big attraction to them. A big mansion, with vast seemingly unending fields all around them provides a big Play ground. And there is no dearth of pets. Dogs, cats, hens, cows, squirrels parrots and a many more. So it is always difficult to bring them back when the planned week is over. As for me, that is the only time when I get some respite from the daily grind of running a busy medium sized hospital.
My attractions there is the home made liqueur, (which I am kept constantly supplied with by my brothers in law starting with the breakfast till late at night dinners) and the two sisters in law. Being a reputed doctor with a roaring practice and owning a busy hospital there is no dearth of women hankering after me. But I try to stay away from most of them. But my wife's vigilant eye and fear of some big scandal help me keep all of them at a distant.
But here at my in - laws house nobody pays much attention to what I do and where I go. My mother in law and her daughters in law all are very hard working women and they all have very sleek and well-formed curvaceous bodies. My mother in law must be above 55 but not a single gray hair to show for those 55 years. She could easily pass for a 45 year old. There routine is very different from us city people. They get up as early as 4 o clock and finish most the work by noon, when it gets too hot and it is difficult to work outdoors. During these eight hours they cook food clean and tidy the household, tend to the poultry and the cows and buffalos, milk them and work in the fields. After that they again take a shower get ready and by that time it is lunch hour and they again get busy in the kitchen. My brothers in law also get up early and are usually out in the fields by the time I wake up. I don't bother to wake up my better half. I know that she likes to sleep late after the night's labor which is at least two sessions and innumerable orgasms. I get ready devour the breakfast and down my first glass of the day and go out in pursuit of the ladies of the house.
I watch them working, talk to them and sometime flirt a little with the elder sister in law. Many times I had offered them a helping hand but they had refused every time. I still stay with them giving them company. During this time I get a lot of free show of their cleavages and legs and sometimes when someone is wearing a petticoat or sari I am rewarded with a peek way upwards, of nicely built thighs. They usually don't wear bras while working. I can't say anything about the panties because till now I have never been rewarded with a peek that high up. They keep me horny and excited whole day long which combined with the copious amount of alcohol consumed during the day leads to those prolonged night sessions I mentioned above. My wife was no less happy with the sets-up. She liked the peace and serenity, away from the city's hustle and bustle and being surrounded by all her own.
But this time the things took an interesting turn. It so happened that on the fourth day of our weeklong visit I got a call from my colleague early in the morning that I will have to come back immediately as one of the doctors had fallen ill and another on had to go out of town, on some urgent work. I was much disappointed but nothing could be done. But thank God that he informed before I had taken my first peg of the day. So I told my wife that I will have to go back. And I will have to take the car if I wanted to reach in time and that they will have to come by bus. After the breakfast I went to our guest room, packed my things and put them in the boot of my car. My wife came out with my mother in law. I thought that they have come to see me off but they had other plans. They had decided among themselves that my mother in law will travel with me to the city and stay with me till my wife and the children come back. Then mom will go visiting her other daughter who lived in the same city as us. She had a lot of things packed for her daughter and the grand -children. So traveling with me in the car she won't have to lug and haul the big suit cases. I could but oblige. This put further damper to my already waning spirits. I was planning to give myself a treat by adopting a carefree lifestyle of a bachelor, going to the pubs, eating out, partying with my colleagues and friends and most importantly check out our new neighbor who was always making eyes at me. Alas! Now I will have to stick to my old routine and behave like a good boy.
I had to wait for another half an hour while my mom in law got ready. We started around six and I hoped that I will still make it by 9 30 or ten. For the first hour of the drive I kept on cursing my bad luck, my wife and her mom. But then I started thinking of a way out. May be I could phone her from the hospital and tell her that I will have to do the night duty also. But the idea didn't appeal to me from the very start. I thought of a few more excuses but found all of them equally non-viable. I gave up and decide to pay attention to the work ahead. How was I going to manage both, the out patients and the wards?
Suddenly my mom in law asked me "What's on your mind Ravi?"
She calls me by my first name only when she is going to talk about something important or when she is trying to be unduly affectionate. Usually I can make out which one it is going to be. But this time it was neither. So I looked towards her. She looked a little anxious and wound up.
I immediately felt very bad. I had not uttered a single word from the time we had set out. Keeping mum like that to someone who cared for you and respected you so much, was not only rude it was criminal. All they wanted was that I won't have to bother with the household chores. I scolded myself inwardly.
"Nothing mom" I said. "I was just thinking about the hospital. How am I going to cope with the Out patients as well as the wards?" And don't know for how long?
"Oh! That? Yea that's going to be very trying." The felt the tension in the car lessen a bit but an awkward silence followed again .My mind was racing to racing fast to say something, to start a conversation of some type. But I was silent. I had never felt such tongue- tied ever before. At the back of my mind there was a feeling that there is more to it than I could discern.
"I thought it was something else." She said after a long silence.
"What was 'something else'? I answered with a question of my own.
"Whatever you were thinking about?"
"What else I will to be thinking about in such circumstances."
"May be you were feeling bad about being stuck with an old woman."
"I was nearly paralyzed by her words. She had hit the nail on the head.
"Which old woman?" I replied looking very astonished.
She turned towards me, full face, eyes shining.
"When did you start counting yourself among the old? I said trying to sound a little flirty. But my laugh which accompanied my joke didn't jell.
She turned her face away from me looking straight ahead. Her hand, folded into tiny fists, resting on her lap. I noticed that her fists were clinched tightly. Her knuckles were milky white. She looked tense, a little unsettled, as if she was trying to make up her mind about something. I had never seen her like that.
"What could it be except my bloody bad behavior? Everything was hunky dory when we started." I scolded myself inwardly for being such a jerk, for behaving in such a childish way. I was not finding anything to say to bring the atmosphere to normal. "Are you upset about something, mommy?"
She literally winced at my words.
"We village people are simpletons." She said after a short pause, instead of directly replying to my question.
"Why do you say so? Simple or straightforward is one thing but no, not simpletons."
