Incest Tale of Indian House Wife (Incest romance between DIL & FIL)

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The entire credit of this story goes to

ASHMITAMADHUKAR


This is a story about an Indian housewife who gets sucked into a taboo relationship in her In-laws house............

 

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Rupa, the young bride who had just recently become a mother, was staying at her mother's place when she received a phone call.

Ajay Thakur, her husband, had called her with the bitter-sweet news. He had been deputed on assignment to Denver for a medium term project that could potentially last for about six months, may be less may be more. Momentarily, Rupa was happy at the possibility of travel to the States. She had always dreamed about visiting that country. Yet, she was soon crestfallen. Given the short term of the project, her husband's family had decided that Ajay Thakur would be travelling alone. He had concurred and reconciled to that decision.

"I'll stay while you leave?" Rupa had responded in surprise on hearing the news. But then she murmured sullenly, "Good! In that case I can stay here, at my mother's place during this period."

There was silence at the other end.

Ajay Thakur was already torn at leaving her alone. "But...but ..."

"What..." She asked exasperated at his hesitation, although she was in no mood to hear anything else.

"You will have to come and stay at your sasural, Rupa. Babuji (daddy) would insist on it."

"No way, no ...how ...how can you ask me to!" She was almost in tears. Why of all the places did she have to stay in her sasural while her husband was away for such a long time? In a huff, she placed the phone back on the cradle. Being very sensitive, she was hurt at her husband's inconsideration.

Rupa's mother noticed her daughter in tears. Before she could find out the reason, the phone rang again. She waited for Rupa to answer, but her daughter had anguish written all over her face with tears rolling down her cheeks. The young Rupa made no attempt to respond, leaving the ringing to die into silence.

The phone rang again. This time her mother picked up and spoke to Ajay Thakur. The news turned out to be more devastating for Rupa as she was required to travel to her sasural the next day. Her mother's consolation was of little help, and her sorrow didn't lessen in the least. She cried all night.

As she tossed and turned in bed, she felt anger and hurt. Her husband, despite professing so much love for her, didn't seem to be too caring, almost throwing her into a miserable plight and leaving her alone in wilderness. Newly born Varun, now barely 40 days old, needed lot of attention and care, as any infant of that age would. Timely breast feeding, changing of diapers frequently, visiting the pediatrician, attending to her own chores and so forth would take away so much of Rupa's time. She needed her husband's love and attention at this time, more than ever. And most certainly, she looked forward to being cuddled and cared for by the man to whom she was wedded and now this seemed like a virtual desertion.

Frankly, Rupa had spent very little time at her In-laws place and knew little of her father-in-law, Vijay Thakur Singh. They talked little among themselves, Rupa mostly remaining quiet in such exchanges out of shyness, when the newly wedded couple had stayed at the family 'haveli' soon after their wedding. She came to know that the patriarch was a wealthy landowner, and a local businessman, with large farm lands too. He was well regarded in the area and was always treated with respect. The conversation between the daughter-in-law and the patriarch usually revolved around her health and well-being and whether she needed anything. But such discussions were always grave and serious and at times, the young bride felt rather intimidated. The middle-aged man usually wore local outfits, like colourful kurtas and dhoti that clung to his well-built body. He held a thick head of hair, with some silver streaks at the edges, on this tall frame. And he sported a handlebar moustache that made him look more imposing.

Notwithstanding the father-in-law, she had quickly built a camaraderie with others in the family. Anurudh (44), Vijay Thakur 's younger brother, lived in the other wing of the haveli with his wife Anjali and two growing kids. Anjali was a beautiful woman and provided sisterly company to Rupa. They enjoyed good conversation and sharing of interests. Matasari (33), a care-taker in her thirties, took care of Vijay Thakur 's wing. Not only did she take care of all the young bride's needs, but she was also a kind person and turned out to be a reliable confidant, as the events would prove in the latter part of this narration.

There were other friends and relatives of the family - who were often around - and cared for Rupa. She and Ajay Thakur had visited and hung around with people in their age group.

The fact that the place had some tourism brought a modicum of city culture, and the younger generation had obviously adopted much of these trends. It was just that they lived at some distance from the city where the people were more traditional and, to an extent, conservative.

The place where the haveli was situated was sparsely populated. Their largeness was surrounded by lush greenery and even fertile cultivable land nearby. There were other houses in the neighborhood, although not as big as theirs. The spacing among them provided a lot of privacy.

At this moment, however, she could have hated two persons - her husband for not taking her with him when he went abroad and two, her father-in-law. It was this man, the imposing patriarch, who must have stood in the way and blocked this opportunity for her to go abroad.

Yet, she had no choice. The air tickets arrived the next day. She tearfully bade good bye to her family and boarded the plane. The journey was uneventful, except for the embarrassment of feeding Varun in the clustered seats.

On the second leg of the journey, she had a momentary shuteye. An announcement from the flight attendant woke her up and soon, they were preparing to land.

It is in this situation that this narration begins, a narration of memories in a taboo relationship between two individuals, far apart in age, in their own eyes.

Rupa narrates

It was impossible for the twenty four year old Rupa to bear the two alarming news that her husband Ajay Thakur told her over the phone. One, that even though her husband had bagged a nice post in USA for six months and possible extension thereafter, she would not be accompanying him in that journey abroad. The second news, which was equally devastating, was that she would have to go back to her 'sasural' (father-in-law's house) immediately the next day, when she completed the requisite forty days after childbirth at her mother's. She cried a lot, telling her mother to do something but alas! Her mother, helplessly, consoled her, told her that 'sasural' was really the heaven in a woman's world and it would be odd for Rupa to stay back at her 'maike' (own father & mother's house) and earn the ill reputation among relatives and neighbors of being a bad 'bahu' (house wife).

Rupa was a pretty girl and it was her beauty that sealed her marriage to Ajay Thakur. Her marriage had been an arranged one, a process whereby the selection of a bride is undertaken by the groom's family, sometimes much to the chagrin of the girl and her family. Luckily, Rupa's father-in-law selected her the moment she had been led into the room by her mother. The man, her would be father-in-law, didn't even haggle on dowry, a notorious system which is still practiced slyly in certain places. He waived the dowry without a thought, insisting on an early marriage. And so, the ravishing, long haired, fair, demure, curvaceous twenty three year old girl with pouted lips, was wedded to this patriarch's obedient son, who too was rather young at twenty five.

Rupa's parents were from western India and, like most of them who were usually identified as a business community migrating to various parts of the country, her earlier generations too had settled down in Patna in the past. Her husband's family, however, had not migrated. They were Rajputs, which expressed in their rather handsome yet rugged features and good health and physique. But, as said earlier, the selection of a bride into this Rajput family really came about because of Rupa's ravishing beauty, a thing which traditional families stressed upon.

Rupa's marriage had taken place a year earlier, but her stay at her 'sasural' had been short. Her husband worked and stayed in Bangalore, to where the newlywed couple had left almost immediately after marriage. But, more reasons were there. For one, she was shy and far too young to adjust in a new family. Also, she was somewhat averse to facing her father-in-law too often. The man was very authoritative, angry, arrogant, much too traditional, had total control over his only son Ajay Thakur, and Rupa almost shrunk in his presence. He expected total obedience, from both his son and his 'bahu'. Rupa felt that the man was too dominant and would be a terror if she had to live in the sprawling haveli. She thought she was lucky that her husband worked elsewhere, far away from her 'in-laws' house which meant she could move about freely. Of course, despite her fear, she respected her elders and particularly her father-in-law because she was taught and brought up from childhood to think likewise. So, it was both fear and respect which guided the young girl in her relationship towards her father-in-law. It couldn't be denied that this man was tall, muscular, tanned and, to some extent, dark complexioned. There could be no doubt that in his younger days he was really a strikingly handsome man and many women would have, undoubtedly, secretly fallen in love with him.

Vijay Thakur Singh, the father-in-law, never called Rupa by name, but always addressed her as 'Bahu'. Sometimes he hissed the word, particularly when he found her alone, much to Rupa's uneasiness. On occasions, he would ring her at Ajay Thakur's flat in the city where he worked. Even then, he would deliberately repeat calling her Bahu and in that weird and almost hypnotizing tone. Rupa always addressed her as 'Babuji' which is the traditional way a father or father-in-law is addressed.

The initial days of Rupa's marriage went off rather smoothly. It was true, however, that Ajay Thakur did not possess the rugged manliness of his father nor even his uncle. He was far shorter in height, just a couple of inches taller than Rupa, couldn't boast of a manly physique or sexual virility. Rupa experienced her husband's inept conjugal abilities, very often ejaculating much before his wife could reach even half of her expectations. However, luckily, he was not impotent for, very soon after their marriage, the young bride became pregnant. Varun, their son, was born out of their wedlock. Now, forty days after his birth, Rupa had to leave her 'maike' and go back to her 'sasural'.

At Patna Airport, there were scenes that usually go in parting. Rupa cried as her mother consoled and then she herself couldn't hide a few tears now that she had to part from both her daughter and grandson. Inside the aircraft, luckily, Rupa got a convenient seat that enabled her to breastfeed her baby in some privacy. Her breasts were too full of milk and heavy, a few drops oozed out of the nipples on to her bra and Rupa felt embarrassed. She had wrapped her breasts with the palloo (end of sari used as a stole to cover breasts or head), till she was conveniently settled down in her seat. She hugged and loved and suckled the child, not able to hide her tears at leaving her mother and father behind at Patna.

During the second leg of the flight from Delhi, Rupa gathered herself knowing that grief and grievance would be of little value in her present situation. She fell asleep for a while, helping her more to overcome her sadness. The plane landed about an hour later where Rupa's husband Ajay Thakur was eagerly waiting for her. They hadn't seen one another for almost forty days, Ajay Thakur having come away from Patna immediately after the baby's birth. His eyes already showed how much he longed for his beautiful wife, after waiting for this long.

Gleaming with happiness as he saw Rupa and Varun arrive from the gates to the baggage claim area, he was restless to be near them. As they trudged out, he looked at his beautiful wife, who stood out in the crowd. He walked fast now, dashing towards them and to take them in his arms. He was longing to meet his wife and his newborn son. It had been weeks since he had left them at Patna and the baby already seemed bigger and chubbier. Rupa looked splendid, her bosoms were full and even her lips looked fuller. He wished to plant his lips on hers but, in keeping with tradition, he did not kiss his wife in public.

The drive to the haveli (mansion) took more than an hour and, during this time, Ajay Thakur quickly updated Rupa about what had been going on in the household. He offered reasons for his sudden departure to USA, also trying to explain, in the best way possible, why she had to stay back in India with her infant son while her husband left. Rupa nodded as if to say she understood, because she knew any argument would be futile.

"Rupa darling," Ajay Thakur said, "I have got to tell you something. Babuji has changed his bedroom. You know our bedroom is at one end of the first floor while Uncle Anurud is at the other end and earlier, Babuji used to sleep in a room which was in the middle? But he has shifted his bedroom to the one next to our bedroom, saying that in my absence he'll have to keep a watch to see that Bahu and the baby did not fall into trouble. Even to ensure that the requirements of the mother and child were easily met, if he happened to hear about it." Ajay Thakur kept watching his wife, trying to sound as convincing as possible."

"I know you might feel that this may affect your privacy but please bear with it. Babuji is only being very protective and not purposefully spying on you." He went on saying.

Rupa didn't say anything but kept quiet. But, it was obvious, she was uneasy and was trying to fathom the extent to which she would be kept under observation.

In a while, Ajay Thakur placed his hand on hers as he drove the car. He loved his wife a lot even though there was a lot of deficiency in him. Rupa kept looking at the road before she asked a question.

"Whatever Babuji says or does, we have to accept. So, there's no use feeling bad about it or grumbling. When are you supposed to leave for USA?" She was apprehensive, as she recollected Babuji's insistent phone calls, but she didn't want to tell anything about it to anyone, not even her husband.

Ajay Thakur just patted her hand and said, "I leave day after tomorrow from Delhi, and we have two nights to ourselves. Rupa, two nights ... just imagine." It was obvious that he was already very excited.

When they reached the haveli Rupa had already customarily covered her head with her palloo, like a shy bahu.

Alighting from the car, she walked up to where the entire family had assembled to welcome the bride of the house. Anjali, Anurudh, the patriarch himself, Anjali's two kids and the servants. Anjali was the first to welcome Rupa, as she hugged the young housewife. She took the infant Varun in her arms and uttering sweet nothings to the baby with unbridled affection. She then bent down and touched the feet of Anurudh, who gave her a polite hug. Vijay Thakur stood a little behind, waiting possibly to get the due respects and attention from the young bahu and mother of his grandson. She walked up to her father-in-law very demurely and then bent down to touch his feet reverentially.

"How are you Babuji?" she asked, her eyes riveted to the floor like a young shy wife.

The patriarch bent down and, holding her at the shoulders, asked her to get up, which she did. He looked deeply at his young and very pretty daughter-in-law, as his mustache twitched over his lips.

"Bless you, bahu! May you live long and remain wedded for many, many years." And then looking at Varun, he asked, "How is my grandson doing?" He took Varun in his arms, his face glowing in pride on holding his grandson to his broad chest. A male heir in India even nowadays enhances the joy and pride in families.

Rupa looked at his father-in-law with curious eyes. She was unable to fathom this man. He was so aloof and arrogant at times and at other times so accessible and caring. And now, he was all smiles and glowing with his grandson.

The warmth of the family eased her distress and helped Rupa to overcome the earlier sadness that she had felt while leaving her parents. She went to her room and refreshed herself while her baby remained in the company of the other ladies of the house.

Later, the day was spent with Anjali and others from the extended family, chatting about Rupa's time away from them and whether she was looking forward to spending her time at the haveli. They all joked as they sympathized with her being away from Ajay Thakur for an uncertain period. Anjali even offered to keep Varun for the night so that she could have uninterrupted time with Ajay Thakur. She smiled and declined, as Varun had to be fed at regular intervals. As she spoke her swelling breasts caused some pressure and degree of discomfort and she wanted relief. She quietly took Varun to her room but, as she did, she noticed the probing eyes of her father-in-law following her when she left the living room.

She went past the door adjacent to her own room, wondering if it was the room that the patriarch had been occupying after relocating from the previous one. This was just next to theirs and, therefore, shared a common wall. She wondered if the wall was thick enough to prevent any sound to filter into the adjacent room. There were times when the young couple threw caution to the winds during sex and were noisy, unrestrained in their grunts and moans. She speculated if that night would be similar. She hurried. It had been a long time since the last feed and she was bursting.

As soon as she reached her room, she unbuttoned her blouse and quickly tried to unhook her bra. In her hurry the bra's hook, stubbornly, remained unmoved to her efforts. Having done that all her life, she was surprised at herself. In desperation she pushed down the cup of the bra and exposed the nipple partially while bringing Varun up on to her nipple. A jet of milk rushed out even before Varun's lips could be on it and, in the process, smearing her top and partially her bra. Varun hungrily kept feeding as Rupa sighed in relief. It had been a while since the last feed and she enjoyed the special moment, caring for her child suckling on her young breasts.

She had to clean herself, change her bra and top, and arrived back in the living room. She felt that all eyes were on her - observed by most but, most certainly, under the pointed scrutiny of the patriarch. Was it womanly instincts or her just being paranoid?

They talked for some more time and finally, being tired and exhausted, she excused herself to retire for the night. Back in her bedroom, she recollected that this had been their room immediately after her marriage with the large nuptial bed facing the East. She loved the feeling of belonging to the room, their room ... her room! The bed was truly spacious and had witnessed nights of her lovemaking with Ajay Thakur. Eagerly, she thought about the exciting moments that would follow soon behind the closed doors. It had been a long time since they had sex, perhaps months prior to and after delivery. Having completely healed after her childbirth, Rupa was beginning to feel amorous, as goosebumps flew through her supple body.

As Rupa kept feeding her baby, lost in her thoughts, she had to admire her father-in-law. Even before she had arrived at the sprawling haveli with her forty day old son, this elderly man had arranged for a crib in their room. It wasn't something that her husband had thought over and purchased as a husband, which should have been the case. Rather, it was the patriarch's careful foresight to provide one in their bedroom that inwardly Rupa appreciated. This fact was honestly admitted by her husband too.

She wondered what her father in law could be doing at that moment. He looked so big and strong and so very ridiculously manly! She shivered at a weird thought that flew in to her mind but let it pass quickly but not before blushing.

Varun suckled on his mother's overflowing breasts while she kept looking at the baby's face. So tender, so tiny, so lovable. Whom did he look like, thought Rupa? She softly hummed a lullaby for her child till he fell asleep, and Rupa placed him in the cot.

"Now Varun, don't get up at night and disturb Papa and me," she said in mock seriousness and smiled. Yes, they needed a lot of time to themselves - so many things to discuss before her husband left. And, she did feel the need to have her husband beside her and love her. She knew that there was some excitement in her that needed to be attended to, although, in all fairness, Varun's presence suppressed the arousal that were creeping in now and then. Mother's love ... natural and unchanged, as always, she thought.

Rupa washed her face and brushed her teeth and slowly got ready for bed. Like always, she wore a soft, sheer pink nightie but kept on wearing the exotic pink lingerie set, more unmindful than with a specific purpose. She sat at the edge of the bed, wondering what was keeping her husband still away from the bedroom and her. Was he still talking with her father-in-law? Quite a man, the patriarch, thought Rupa once again, so strong and robust in appearance. She quickly turned her thoughts away to something else by looking at the big windows with the big curtains blowing softly with the window.

At a distance she could see the tiny lights of the town, almost like twinkling stars.

Fortunately, there were no houses situated nearby and so the inmates of the room could enjoy their privacy.

At that moment, her chain of thoughts was broken when there was a knock on the door and, before Rupa could respond, Ajay Thakur pushed open the door and walked in.

Once inside, he quickly shut the door as if there was a hurry and urgency. Filled with lust, Ajay Thakur gaped at his pretty wife who, as always, looked stunning and desirable in that nightie with the lace outline of her bra visible underneath. He simply couldn't hold himself and rushed across to the bed and beside his wife. His hands were wrapping around Rupa with a towering passion. The bulge on his middle, even under the kurta and pajama, was clearly visible to Rupa and only increased her own need. But she was too reticent and inhibited in showing her own need and desire. Not so Ajay Thakur, who was breathless just seeing Rupa in that provocative and alluring nightwear with the accompanying exotic lingerie clearly distinguishable underneath.

"It's been such a long wait, Rupa," Ajay Thakur said, taking deep breaths just to utter these few words, "and now you are beside me. I can't control myself." He was virtually shaking in the throes of excitement.

"I don't believe you," Rupa said in mock sentimental anger," because if that were true you wouldn't have remained downstairs for so long."

"What could I do Rupa? The whole family was downstairs, and they know I'll be leaving in a couple of days. So, they didn't want to leave me, telling me they won't bother me after two days. But believe me, I kept thinking of you even when I was with them."

Ajay Thakur tried to pull Rupa towards him, tried to turn her face to plant a kiss but the girl, young as she was, remained distant and sentimental.

"I don't want to talk with you. I have Varun, he will give me company," Rupa went on saying.

"Please darling," Ajay Thakur said, "Don't get angry. Don't you realize my condition now? I have difficulty in keeping down this fellow here whose fire only you can douse." Ajay Thakur was desperate now. He held Rupa's hand and lifted it first to his lips and kissed the back of the palm. Then slowly, he started lowering the soft, delicate hand to his chest and further down. In moments, it came and rested on his hardness that was trying to wriggle underneath.

The moment Rupa's hand touched that hardness of her husband she felt as if an electric current had passed through her, ignited all her sexual nerves, opening all her closed doors of resistance, erasing all thoughts of mock sentimental anger. Her lips opened in a sheer show of raw passion and lust. A deep breath showed that she too was just as eager and hungry. She squeezed the shaft, first with one hand and then placed both her hands on the still invisible shaft.

"You want that I take it off?" Ajay Thakur asked in a trembling voice.

Rupa had lost her voice. She just nodded. But before Ajay Thakur, she had herself raised her husband's kurta so that it rested on his chest and, after untying the knot, started to pull down his pajama. She smiled when she saw the brief that Ajay Thakur was wearing. There was a big, wet area where his shaft had leaked a lot of pre-cum.

To Rupa, that sight was too much of an attraction and she quickly pulled down the brief and watched her husband's cock jump out. It swayed in front of her and she smiled at her husband before extending a hand and holding it.

"Shall I tell you something?" Rupa was already blushing and then shaking her head, "No, I shouldn't ... you'll think bad of me."

"No. no ... tell me Rupa, I won't mind in the least and how can I think bad of my wife?" Ajay Thakur said quickly.

"I wish it were bigger," she said and then blushing like a beetroot, she quickly hid her face in the pillow.

"Hmmm ... so my wife needs something enormous," Ajay Thakur teased her. "She's been thinking about big things, eh? Ok, we will see what we can do about that ... but for now my obedient wife would know how to please her husband, isn't it?" Ajay Thakur laughed, seeing her wife blush and shake her head violently by hiding her face in the pillow.

In all fairness it had to be said that Ajay Thakur could not honestly boast about his 'manhood'. It was modest at five inches when excited and even its girth was not one which could be said to be thick or a 'handful'. Ajay Thakur knew this shortcoming in himself and wished it were 'manlier' and more robust than what he possessed. Nonetheless, he was too excited that night, having got his pretty and sexy wife after so many days. He turned Rupa's face so that she looked at him.

"How can it be big if you hide your face instead of giving this organ the warmth of your mouth and the touches of your eager tongue?" Ajay Thakur asked in a tremulous voice. He unhooked the nightie to reveal her lingerie, his mouth opening at the sight of the enticing pair that had laces embedded on it.

"Oh my god!" He blurted, as he softly ran his hands over the pair of milk laden breasts still covered in such exotic gossamer. She really looked bewitching, he thought.

Rupa didn't wait further. She held the shaft in both hands and quickly brought her face nearer to this excited length of meat. She watched how the pre-cum had gathered at the tip and brought her lips on the spot. In seconds, she was eagerly brushing her red lips on the wet tip, allowing these to make her lips to shine and gloss, making her seem a lot sexier to Ajay Thakur. Her tongue searched the head of the shaft, the mushroom that formed above the crescent and took this portion inside her warm, wet mouth, nibbling it teasingly for a while. Ajay Thakur squirmed in bed in excitement and knew if this went on he would soon ejaculate his load. He had had this problem always ... the inability to retain in the face of extreme arousal.

But here was Rupa, excitedly sucking the modest cock and sometimes taking it out of her mouth and licking the shaft all over and smiling contentedly at her husband. She moaned endlessly, and Ajay Thakur feared that these sounds would penetrate the walls and escape into the adjoining room where his father had only shifted a day earlier.

Suddenly, and without warning, Ajay Thakur ejaculated. It was impossible for him to control and hold back his load in the face of this frantic cock sucking of his young wife who herself was in an extreme stage of arousal and heat. His hot load quickly drained into Rupa's mouth, who swallowed it fully, not allowing even a drop to fall out of her mouth.

But, at the end of it, the poor wife knew that once again she would have to do without the cock in her wet, eager and impatient womanhood. She could almost cry at being deprived of the ultimate pleasure once again. She didn't know how she would be able to abstain from physical proximity with her husband for long six months. Although she expressed little, in her heart of hearts, she knew how much she loved and longed for sex and her insatiable appetite for it!

Small drops of tears that had formed at the corner of Rupa's eyes did not escape Ajay Thakur. He quickly had his arms around her.

"Rupa? Baby? Why are you crying?" he asked.

"Oh! I'll miss you so much for such a long period. I love you so much and now I'll have to spend sleepless nights in this room alone," she said in tears.

"True. But Varun will be here, and he will keep you occupied and busy," Ajay Thakur tried to console.

"I know I'll have Varun and he is the apple of my eyes. But a wife needs her husband ... and a man beside her ... and, at night, she needs fulfillment of a different type. Where will I get that? Who do I go to? On whose shoulder do I cry? Who will have his arms around me and comfort me? Who will keep me warm in these long and bitter winter nights?"

Rupa went on saying, and in her sorrow the pitch of her voice was far from suppressed. Ajay Thakur feared that her voice might have been audible to anyone who kept his ears open in the next room. He placed a hand on her lips to quieten her.

Rupa went on sobbing, her breasts heaving to suppress herself. Ajay Thakur lovingly went on caressing her, running his hands over her head and down her long stresses of hair. He really hadn't anything to say or comfort her with.

There was silence in the room excepting for the soft sobbing of a pretty, young and emotional girl.

Little did the couple know that their intimate privacy had been invaded and someone else had been privy to every act, every word, every emotion and all the lust that evolved between a husband and his beautiful, hot wife.

 

[Nobita]

Vijay Thakur Singh narrates

Vijay Thakur was not his usual self for the past few days. Ever since he came to know that his son was being deputed to Denver for a medium term assignment, his mind always went back to that first visit that he and his family had made to Patna and meet Rupa and her parents.



...They had been looking for a beautiful and docile bride for their son and, on the suggestion of a close acquaintance who vouched for her beauty, made this trip together.

The moment she had walked through the door to meet them, her innocence coupled with that rare beauty and fullness, struck him. She was beautiful in the conventional sense, the traditional rather than the modern. Yet, she had something that made her unique. Was it that she displayed a sexual aura that made a woman a woman? A woman to be tended, seduced, loved or even taken with force. The pouty lips had made her ever more desirable and, quite often, he had gaped open mouthed.

At that moment then, at Rupa's house, he was suddenly jolted out of this lecherous thought. Oh my god! What was he thinking. He was here to look for his son's bride and yet he ...!

He had shaken his head. But the thoughts would not go away. His eyes had remained on Rupa. Given the nature and purpose of that visit, that of selecting a bride for his son, nobody could fault him for glancing repeatedly at this girl. It was a selection after all and needed scrutiny. Yet, what was so special in this girl that he could not take his gaze off her even when the choice was made in his mind? Was it some pheromone, some exquisite fragrance, that covered her in an aura that sucked him in? His desires hidden for so long, ever since he had become a widower, were coming to the fore very rapidly.

A sensation engulfed him in a manner that had never happened before, certainly not when he had visited the homes of other prospective brides for making a choice.

Soon their talk had revolved around other matters to make the match happen. There seemed to be a cultural difference between Rupa's family and his own. While they were all educated and big city dwellers, he and his family, excepting his son, were hardly educated. They were rustic dwellers, more accustomed to farming and business, than intelligent and cultural discourse.

As per the tradition in the family, the final decision had had to be made by him. Ajay Thakur had nodded his assent. All eyes had been on Vijay Thakur Singh, the head of the family, the all-knowing patriarch. His heart had been beating hard, he had been seriously engaged in his own thoughts, assessing the value of the girl to him and his family. He did not like the fact that she was educated and a city dweller who would not want to stay with them in their rural set up, no matter how rich they were or how big a 'haveli' they had. Yet, he was mesmerized by the sexual aura of the innocent girl. His vicarious dirty-self had conjured up possibilities although, in his sane mind, he kept thinking that it would never happen. But then, what ...what ...if he were to ever get this girl. The raw, crude, lecherous thoughts had swept through him. He had felt an uncontrollable stirring in his loins which, fortunately, he had quickly stifled before anyone could realize anything amiss or awkward.

He had nodded and looked at Rupa. Their eyes had met for the briefest moment. For once, she hadn't bowed down but held her gaze and looked straight at his eyes. He had just nodded, there had been a mild twitching in his eyes, as if silently expressing to the girl only that he found her acceptable, before he had turned his face and had said aloud, "I would feel honored to have Rupa as my bahu. She will be a treasure to our family and the perfect bride for Ajay Thakur."

He had then looked at the girl's father "Our choice is made. We will be honoured to have your daughter as our bahu. We are sure you will not turn us down."...

There had been a boisterous applause and a sigh of relief all around. The marriage had been sealed on that day.



The patriarch's reverie was broken at the sudden wailing of the infant in the next room, obviously that of a hungry Varun throwing his arms and legs about.

His mind moved to the present, as he sat on his bed, removing his shoes from his weather-beaten feet. He heard a voice from the other room. It was Rupa, comforting and assuring her baby.

The last few days he had been thinking about the arrival of the young Rupa. He had made quite a few arrangements for her, beaming with an inward happiness at the looming certainty of the arrival of his 'bahu'. The change in his bedroom to bring it next to the couple's, a crib for little Varun, special bedding and drapes for the windows of the couple's bedroom and providing them with a big screen TV, and such other things that he felt necessary. In thoughts of her imminent arrival, he had often found himself aroused. He could not help but touch himself. Every night, for past few days, he had masturbated and had cum hard, sometimes even whispering Rupa's name in silent moans.

The two bedrooms were divided by a thick wall, but like many ancestral homes, there was a door that connected the rooms. The door did not seal shut, as would any door in a modern home. A small opening had formed between the two panels of the door, due to continuous usage and wear and tear over the years. This gave a somewhat obstructed view of the other room. Also, it did not stop the sounds escaping from one room to another, especially in the wee hours of the night when silence would blanket the entire 'haveli'. Vijay Thakur was apprehensive that the couple would know about the relatively porous door that was supposed to seclude them in privacy. He had got a night lamp installed in the couple's room that provided adequate illumination inside, even when the main lights were switched off. Of course, with his own ministrations, the bed was situated right in the middle of the room, just in line with the porous crack on the partition door.

He had changed into his night clothes that consisted of a sparse dhoti. He had long ago given up wearing briefs to bed. He turned off all the nights in his room and tiptoed his way to the interconnecting door and was amazed at what he saw in the room.

Ajay Thakur was lying naked on his back on the bed, with his pajama and brief lying scattered around on the floor. Rupa, on the other hand, was not fully naked. But, what she wore was enough to raise Vijay Thakur's desires. She was sitting beside him, holding his hardening appendage in her small hands. She was looking down at him, as his head rested on the pillow. They spoke for a few moments, the patriarch eavesdropping into each word that aroused him more and more. She saw Rupa smiling and then bringing her face down.

Tentatively, she brought her lips to the shiny glans and licked it off. The brazen act sent a shiver through Vijay Thakur. He was right. Always right!! She loved to suck her husband's cock.

Her tongue swiped of the precum that had oozed out of the tip. Vijay Thakur let out a silent groan, careful that it did not pass on to the next room. His own fingers reached inside his dhoti, finding himself hard. His fingers clasped his rapidly growing cock while his eyes remained glued inside, watching his bahu take the phallus of her husband.

Was this voyeuristic act wrong, he asked himself? He shook his head in rebuttal. He stroked himself, pumping his dark and monstrous shaft with eyes locked on the once innocent girl who was his bahu. But Rupa had taken the puny cock of her husband inside her mouth, coating it with her saliva. She waited and savored the sensation for a moment. She slowly eased off and then took him fully in her mouth, her pouting lips circling around the trivial girth before bobbing her head up and down. Her delicate fingers stroked him, as she sucked deep and hard like a whore. The sound of moans, the jingling of her bangles and slight creaking of their bed now and then, were drifting easily through the door, like some heavenly music, giving enormous pleasure to Vijay Thakur. The man's lust continued to surge.

Never in his life Vijay Thakur was so aroused. He abruptly pulled his dhoti off his waist and, standing naked in his own room, he aggressively started pumping himself in unison with his bahu's head movement. The sounds from within the next room grew both in intensity and frequency. A loud popping sound resonated when Rupa pulled her mouth out to get air. A line of leer connected the tip of the cock right to her lips. Her pouty sensual lips, now coated with juices, were shining in dim light. Impatiently, Ajay Thakur pulled her back for her to continue his ministrations. This time he started pushing his pelvis upwards, fucking her mouth as she tried to push down. They were in gay abundance, not knowing or caring of anything in the world. She was a picture of a slut whose mouth was full though not stretched. From where he stood, Vijay Thakur wondered how much those pretty lips could be stretched. Would it hold something much thicker, longer, harder? Oh god!

Suddenly and without any warning, Ajay Thakur let out a cry. His back arched and went rigid as he went into a climax. In rapid spasms, he shot into her mouth and quickly ejaculated.

The young woman, not aware of what was coming tried to move away. Her bewildered eyes, still full of lust, was waiting for more to come. But like a dutiful wife and woman, she let him ejaculate inside her mouth without letting a drop to spill out.

On this side of the room, Vijay Thakur was still playing with his own cock, wishing the scene to continue before his eyes. He was in no hurry to hasten his own climax. He was certain that the girl was not satisfied and held himself back. He had hoped that his son would take her in his arm and fuck her. Instead, all he saw was that she was in tears and that Ajay Thakur was trying to console her. He felt sorry for the deprived Rupa, so unsatisfied and let down by her own husband!

He pricked his ears, for Rupa was saying something that rang a bell, "...and, at night, she needs fulfillment of a different type. Where will I get that? Who do I go to? On whose shoulder do I cry? Who will have his arms around me and comfort me? Who will keep me warm in these long and bitter winter nights?"

Oh! God! What was she saying? Oh! Bahu! You have me, me. He wanted to shout for the girl to hear and let her feel happy and stop crying.

Quickly, Vijay Thakur went to answer nature's call in the bathroom at the back of his room, before rushing back to his vantage point. Tying his dhoti back again, he stood at his post. Looking in now, he found Rupa with her blouse open, her pink bra unhooked and pulled open, the cups hanging down and Varun latching on to her right engorged nipple.

The beautiful breasts filled with mother's milk provided the most beautiful and sensual picture of the girl, a mother now feeding her offspring, who rightfully was the descendant of his own clan, thought the proud Vijay Thakur. He could sense a feeling of relief in her face from her earlier lust filled contortions. Ajay Thakur was on the bed, letting of a soft snore. He was not even awake to take care of his wife.

The picture sent a feeling of both amorous rage and a feeling of empathy for her daughter-in-law in Vijay Thakur Singh's mind. She was a woman. A young girl turned into a woman in the span of a year or so. She was someone who had got a taste of sexual arousal but was yet too far from satisfied. Of this, Vijay Thakur was certain.

As a patriarch and head of the family, he could not let that happen!! After all, he was 'mard' (a virile man) and he simply couldn't turn a blind eye on the suffering of his deprived 'bahu'.

 

[Nobita]

Rupa

A little while later, even before Rupa could recover from the sadness that filled her mind, she saw her husband turn around to face the other side and fall asleep. She could hear his soft snoring too, as if he didn't have a care in the world. At first, Rupa cried alone - not because her husband would be leaving the day following the next, but because she had expected so much that night after her long absence. And yet, it just fizzled out once again to leave her deprived and dissatisfied. After all, they had abstained from any copulation for a few months prior to child birth and later, during her postnatal convalescence. Also, Ajay Thakur her husband, had come away from her father's place the very next day after Varun was born, depriving each of them of any form of sexual relief even when actual copulation was not possible. At this moment, she was truly unfulfilled, and the lust that grew in her could not be quickly doused.

She stared at her husband's back helplessly, her mind still filled with carnal desires and the uneasy thought of facing many months more without her husband and a man, no matter how inept he was in sex. People thought that only men craved for sex, little realizing that even women had strong desires which they kept hidden, she pondered in her present stage of craving. She felt so deprived! So lonely!

Nonetheless, her thoughts were quickly broken when Varun suddenly started to cry. Yes, it was now time for him to suckle milk from his mother's breasts and Rupa got up hurriedly. She came near the crib and, uttering sweet words to her baby, picked him up and took her to bed. She had parted the soft nightie in the front and held the right cup of her bra and lowered it to free her breasts. Holding her breast near the areola, she pushed her oozing nipple inside the baby's greedy mouth. Sounds of the baby's suckling, even if these were soft, could be heard.

Rupa was content, she just brushed Varun's tiny head and the little hair on it and softly sang a lullaby. Rupa looked so very appealing, the perfect picture of a mother suckling her child, a live image of DaVinci's eternal masterpiece 'Litta Madonna'. She had wished that even Ajay Thakur would possibly want to suckle a breast and the thought had excited her, but now she knew that was an impossible wish. Her husband was completely indifferent to these things, she felt.

Shortly, with both her baby and husband asleep, Rupa also started feeling sleepy. By now, her physical desires had somewhat subsided but not entirely gone. She shrugged her shoulders, realizing that it would be best to retire for the night and catch up on sleep.

But first, she went to the attached toilet. It was really a very modern bathroom, carved in beautiful marble and a bathtub big enough to accommodate a couple. The flooring, plumbing material and appliances, soaps and fragrances were by Rupa's own standards, exquisite. Inwardly, she was happy and could not help but admire the patriarch - for it was he who would have planned and arranged this extravaganza. Inwardly,

Rupa was very happy, for she guessed that the patriarch must have kept his affectionate 'bahu' in mind when the bathroom was being readied for the young couple. It was always a nice feeling to find oneself loved in her 'sasural' (in-laws house) and worthy of getting attention.

Inside the toilet, Rupa knew that her husband was now asleep and there was full privacy in the room. She didn't bother to shut the door of the toilet. Nimbly, she lifted her nightie that revealed the curly bush covering her crotch. Her public hair was jet black and somewhat thick and, even at a distance, anyone would be able to make out the triangular dark area. She sat on the commode, her shapely legs on both sides, as she started to relieve herself.

For no specific reason, just then Rupa was swept in an unexplained uneasiness. She imagined she was being watched, that her actions inside the bathroom were privy to someone's eyes and she was overcome with a sense of shame and apprehension. But logic and reason came to her aid. How could anyone possibly watch her here. This was as enclosed and secluded that it had privacy written all over it. Her initial fear quickly left, for she knew no one would have the courage to dare do anything mischievous when the patriarch was there.

The only thing that embarrassed her now was the noise that usually accompanied in such situations. She would pee after very long intervals when her bladder was stretched to its limit and relief came about at the expense of embarrassing hissing sounds. She had an uncanny feeling and wished that she had shut the door of the toilet, because she was embarrassed when this happened in the presence of her husband too. But it was too late now, as she had already commenced emptying her bladder.

Once she had finished and had washed that area of her body she went and lay down on the bed beside her husband. Her thoughts went back to her physical needs and involuntarily, a hand went towards her vulva as she ran a finger along the slit. She liked her finger at the place, rubbing her vagina softly at first before she had inserted a finger into the wetness. She consoled herself, her need was far from satisfied. She was starving for the male phallus as she moaned and moaned. She forgot that her moans were no longer soft and that it revealed the needs of a horny housewife. Her wild imaginations took her to a different world, and she thought of the pleasures of sex that a virile and only a strong man could give her.

Without warning, a known face of a man who was just over fifty years with his rugged, rustic, broad shouldered, dark complexioned and dhoti clad manly figure, loomed in her thoughts. She wasn't even aware that she was whispering a name, a name that fired her imagination - 'Babuji, Babuji ...,' her voice certainly loud in the end till she came out of her stupor. Oh my god, what was she thinking. How shameful! She quickly admonished herself for having these wicked thoughts. How could she ever have this thought, she wondered annoyed at herself. She turned to see if her husband was asleep or had awakened by her incessant chants and moaning and was relieved when she found that he was still snoring away. Thank God!

But Rupa felt terribly ashamed to have had this crazy thought cross her mind. How could she? And how would she ever face the man the next day when she knew that this wild, horny, lustful imagination revolved around him and her?

At what point she fell asleep she didn't know, but when she awoke it was almost morning. She quickly came to the cot and picked up Varun lovingly in her bosom. On the bed, she parted the soft nightie once again and fed the nipple to her baby who hungrily suckled her milk. Soon Varun was asleep in bed and she turned and saw her husband sleeping peacefully. She kissed him on his lips.

"Get up, get up ... it's already morning," Rupa said.

"Aw, Rupa, let me sleep sometime more," Ajay Thakur appealed lazily.

But soon they were up and getting ready. During her bath Rupa recollected the events of the previous night and blushed when she remembered how she had thought about someone else. But, like previously, she quickly pushed the thought away.

Yet, downstairs at breakfast, she could hardly look at the patriarch. Somehow, she had a sense of guilt creeping in although she did nothing at all except unmindfully thinking of him. But now, at the dining table, she stole glances at the patriarch. She saw his wide wrists holding up the large tumbler of milk, the wide shoulders holding up the unbuttoned kurta, and his partly visible chest with the thick mix of black and grey hair.

Even as she sat, there could be no doubt that her father-in-law was a stretch taller than the rest. So rugged and manly, Rupa thought once again. Suddenly, Vijay Thakur looked at Rupa. She blushed and quickly looked away. Quickly, she finished her light breakfast before she got up and went to attend to Varun.

The rest of the day was busily spent. Ajay Thakur had many things to purchase and he and Rupa took the patriarch's permission and went to do the marketing. They had lunch outside, with the patriarch's permission of course. He had some reservations, however, because that was the last day Ajay Thakur would be having lunch at home before he left the next day. Nonetheless, when Rupa softly said, "Babuji, please allow us. This will be the last time I will have lunch outside with him before he returns and that too I don't know when."

Possibly, only it was only because Rupa had appealed to him that the rigid man agreed. Rupa felt happy when the patriarch gave permission and was instantly grateful to him. Rupa realized that she was slowly taking a liking towards this man instead of her earlier fear and indifference. Anyway, when she and Ajay Thakur returned in the evening they were very tired and quickly completed whatever packing was left before coming down to dinner.

Dinner was not a very enjoyable one for any of the members of the household. Everyone, starting from the patriarch to all the family members and the house staff, felt sad at the imminent departure of Ajay Thakur. Ajay Thakur and Rupa sat beside one another, trying to make the most out of the last dinner before departure. The patriarch, surprisingly, came and sat beside her instead of sitting on the one next to Ajay Thakur. She took it as a gesture of his love and affection, possibly sympathising with her sadness at Ajay Thakur's imminent departure the next morning.

Back in their bedroom after dinner, with the door bolted, Ajay Thakur and Rupa kissed one another very deeply and passionately. Ajay Thakur ran his hand over his wife's soft buttocks, squeezing them a bit as he pushed in his tongue into her mouth. Rupa was overjoyed at this display of love and passion and responded by sucking his tongue. Soon, their tongues swirled against one another and saliva trickled down the corner of their lips.

"I love you Rupa, I really do," Ajay Thakur said emotionally, "and I shall miss you very much."

Rupa too cried out, "I love you too my darling. Oh! How I shall miss you. Take me to you soon if you can ... and if Babuji allows it."

"I want to drink your milk tonight honey. Your breasts are so full. They must be seeking relief," Ajay Thakur said, "Oh! I will miss this lovely pair."

They were quickly undressing, each helping the other, till both were fully naked. Ajay Thakur ran a hand on the thick bush of Rupa, playing with the lustrous curly hair.

"Mmmmm ... so lovely," he said. They were both standing very near to the connecting door between the two bedrooms, forgetting that there was another occupant, immobile and but attentive in the next room.

Soon, they were on the bed with Ajay Thakur resting his head on Rupa's lap while she bent down and holding the end of her right breast pushed in the nipple into his mouth.

"Hungry baby ... take mother's milk," she said laughingly as she squeezed her breast herself. Milk rushed into her husband's mouth and he made erotic noises, suckling whatever was offered. His phallus was already on the rise, and Rupa let her hand hold it so that it didn't sway any more. She squeezed it a few times before running her thumb on the tip. Ajay Thakur was squirming crazily, it was too much of an excitement for him. He suckled roughly on the nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other, pressed the breasts to push out more milk and repeated his 'oooohs' and 'aaahs' in succession.

"Rupa ... I must have my cock in you this instant ... or I'll again cum like yesterday," he said desperately.

Rupa was the obedient wife, trying to help and satisfy her husband. She quickly lay on her back, almost ready for copulation. As Ajay Thakur came over her, she held his manhood and guided it to her wet pussy. In moments, her pussy had swallowed the modest cock and Ajay Thakur proceeded to bang his shaft into it. They gripped one another, kissing and biting each other's lips. Rupa was waiting for this union for a long time and she dug in her nails on her husband's back.

"Take this ... and this ..and this, my sexy wife," he was uttering loudly and Rupa feared that the words were floating into the next room. But she didn't have to fear for long.

Ajay Thakur couldn't wait any more and, in his frenzy, he started to ejaculate inside her. Little spurts hit the walls of Rupa's pussy and she, although disappointed at this quick ejaculation, basked in the pleasure of her husband's cum filling her. They breathed heavily when they were spent.

"You realize that this place of mine that you love so much will cry for the next six months at least, if not more? I don't know how I'll bear it. Such a long wait! It would be so painful to stay without you," Rupa cried.

Ajay Thakur didn't have any words to comfort or reassure her. There could be no substitute for a woman's husband and she would have to bear the vacuum till they were together again.

"I know dearest, I know. I can't promise but I'll surely try to be here after six months. Please bear with me and keep yourself busy with Varun. And I am sure Papa, Uncle Anurudh and Aunt Anjali will take good care of you," he said to comfort her. "And besides, you'll always have Matasari to help you with Varun."

"Yes, you are right. Varun gets up frequently at night and keeps me awake. Matasari can attend to him during the night," Rupa said while agreeing with Ajay Thakur.

"Rather, I will suggest that after you last breast feed Varun at night, let Matasari attend while Varun sleeps in the cot. The cot will be in her room. In the morning she'll bring back Varun to you. In that way you can sleep undisturbed." Said Ajay Thakur. Then, after some thought, he said, "I'll tell Papa about this and then he can get this arrangement done."

The next afternoon Ajay Thakur left. Rupa silently cried and Anjali came and comforted her. Everyone felt sad, even the patriarch who usually showed little emotion outwardly. The maids and servants too couldn't hide their sadness.

Towards the evening Matasari came to her room and cradled Varun in her arms, rocking him and uttering sweet nothings.

"Madam, the Master wants that after Varun has been fed at night, he should sleep in my room, so that you can sleep undisturbed. The servants will come and take the cot upstairs to my room. I'll bring back the baby by 6.00 AM before his morning breast feed," Matasari said in a while.

Rupa realised that Ajay Thakur must have spoken to Babuji. She knew that it would be useless opposing and kept quiet, hoping that the arrangements would be reversed after a few days. After fifteen minutes the servants came and took away the cot.

Before dinner Rupa dressed nicely, a magenta colored chiffon sari and a sleeveless blouse to go with it because Ajay Thakur always insisted on sleeveless blouses. Her petticoat was similarly of magenta color, but she wore white lingerie, an exotic pair that Ajay Thakur had selected for her. She became a typical bahu, by covering her head with her pallu (end of the saree used as a stole). The mangalsutra (a necklace that symbolizes marriage and is worn by a bride till her husband's death) around the neck, however, was clearly visible as she came down for dinner. As she entered the dining room, everyone looked at her

admiringly. The look on the patriarch's face was even more pronounced as he gaped for a few moments before recovering.

"Come Bahu," he said, patting the chair beside him, "your place at the dining table is here."

Rupa came and demurely sat down beside the patriarch. She would have been happier and felt easier if she could sit beside Anjali.

"Are you feeling sad Bahu?" the patriarch asked.

"A little, Babuji," Rupa said softly. What a question! She could already feel a lump in her throat, but she stifled her cry.

"You'll be okay in a couple of days, I am sure of that. You will surely overcome and feel different and happier," Vijay Thakur, the patriarch said.

The patriarch pampered Rupa, entreating her to take more of sabji (vegetables), or roti (thin, round, Indian wheat bread) or sweets, pointing to the plates that were laid out on the table. But Rupa was a frugal eater, conscious of her figure. She declined politely.

"For our grandchild, you must eat. Take this sweet ... you must," he smiled and insisted, but when he extended his hand it touched the delicate softness of Rupa's, who had extended her hand to prevent him from adding more on her plate.

Then, at one stage, he put his arm on the backrest of Rupa's chair and once or twice, his arm grazed Rupa's shoulders. Just when Rupa got up after meals he also got up, almost simultaneously, and his chest touched Rupa's soft breasts. Everything seemed unintentional and purely by accident and no one might have seen it also. But Rupa felt a trigger on her sensual nerves, her face flushed in uneasiness. The patriarch, however, remained indifferent and no one, not even Rupa, was the wiser.

After dinner the entire family watched TV for a while before the patriarch said that it was time for all to retire and insisting on immediate compliance. Besides, as he said in finality, Varun would have to be fed by his mother.

In the privacy of her room Rupa fed her breast milk to Varun. Just when he had finished and fell asleep, Matasari had come to take him to her room. Rupa felt bad but handed over her baby to Matasari for the night, telling her to get him back at 6.00 in the morning.

Alone in her room Rupa sat on the bed thinking of Ajay Thakur. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, she got up and changed into her nightie. Having done so, she sat in front of the mirror, and started brushing her silky hair. Her shapely legs crossed over each other, partly covered in the soft fabric of her nightie and partly exposed. The young Rupa looked at herself in the mirror not knowing that a silent admirer was just few feet away in the next room, his mouth drooling in need and lust.

 

[Nobita]

Vijay Thakur

Despite the lust that had engulfed him, Vijay Thakur was pained to see the incompetence of his son. Such a sexy wife, such a woman full of desires, a woman far from satiated and crying for attention and there was his progeny, blissfully sleeping without a care! He wished he could punish his son, give him a hiding like he did when he was a lad. He cursed and swore.

Just at that moment he saw Rupa getting up from bed and walk up to the crib, lift her baby and return to the bed. Soon she was breastfeeding her hungry son.

Vijay Thakur watched his bahu feed Varun, shifting his head now and then to get a better view. The light brown engorged nipple sent a shiver through Vijay Thakur. He involuntarily rolled his tongue over his lips wondering how it would be to taste this engorgement that continued unabated. He visualized the nipples between his lips, squeezing them to extract the white 'honey' that he sought. Oh god! If only he could lie on her lap and suckle from the juicy grapes that were so beautifully carved and giving her bust such an awesome shape.

Rupa, unaware, continued feeding and staring at her son. There was so much love in her face as her fingers stroked the infant's head. She was so caring, expressing her love for the child that was born out of her womb. She shifted Varun from one breast to another, exposing the one that had been fed upon without cover. The shapely breast was in full display with the nipples standing proudly on them. The patriarch gaped, the sight making him more restless than before. But, he had moored himself at the spot.

He watched Rupa finish feeding and then patted Varun on his back for a customary burp.

Soon, she was getting ready for the night, changing into her usual nightwear. As she parted with every item of her apparel, each moment only helped to excite the middle aged man. In the final stage, she had unhooked her bra and finally slid her panties down her legs and stood out of it. For a moment, she was stark naked.

The patriarch would have loved to walk in and hold that soft, delicate body of his bahu. God! Oh god! How well she has been endowed with, he thought. But quickly as she became naked, just as quickly she had put on her nightie. To Vijay Thakur, by wearing that apparel she wasn't fully naked but, oh heavens, she was no less enticing, no less desirable and each contour of her body seemed well defined underneath.

Lying on bed, Rupa appeared restless, unsure of what to do next. With her husband fast asleep and her son fed and quietly sleeping, she just fiddled with her fingers before Vijay Thakur saw her getting up and start combing her lustrous hair. Soon, Vijay Thakur could see her walking into the bathroom that adjoined the two bedrooms. It was here that the patriarch had conjured something else as well. An inconspicuous tiny gap had been deliberately created into one of the wooden panels. To some one unaware, it would always escape notice. He rushed towards it now, careful not to make a sound.

He had hardly placed his eyes at the opening when he heard a hissing sound, that of water gushing out from a fissure. In the silence of the night, the sound was unmistakable. Peeing ..was she ...? His heart thumped much too fast. Oh god! Help me, he thought. Let me look away, let me respect her privacy! He turned, resolved to walk away.

But the sound become louder, as she emptied her bladder in full force. He paused, fervently trying again to resist the temptation. But his lust and passion had taken a stranglehold on his senses. He shook his head, surrendering to what was unthinkable of a father-in-law, and placed his eyes over the opening in the door as stealthily as he could.

He gaped at the amazing view before him. At a short distance, his lovely bahu was perched on the toilet. Her nightie was rolled up to her waist, her smooth thighs were wide open, and her shapely legs and dainty feet rested on her toes. Each nail on her feet were brightly polished a crimson red and Vijay Thakur was almost delirious in an overwhelming need to kiss each of them.

Because of his height and the vantage point he could gleefully witness the stream of pee jetting its way into the pot, emanating a variety of sounds. She had a full bladder, for it took time till it slowed down and went into a dribble. The sound seemed to mesmerize Vijay Thakur, until she stood up. Her sculpted thighs had possibly added a couple of inches in childbearing but, to Vijay Thakur, these couldn't be shapelier. Her butt curves were clearly visible, now that she stood up, and the patriarch gaped open mouth at the shape and the crack that parted the curves.

Somewhere hid her bud, the tempting third hole, the one that women are reluctant to yield. In a fleeting second, Vijay Thakur imagined ravaging that one too, a craving that had jumped notches now that he had seen it! He looked down at the dhoti that he was wearing. He was making a mess of it, drenched as it was in the unstoppable pre-cum of his robust organ. Quickly, he placed his eyes back where they were. He had to quench the thirst of his lust filled eyes.

As she cleaned herself, she turned around facing the door. The patriarch was breathing heavily, even risking that she may guess something amiss and look up. But his lust did not permit him to leave. He stayed put. His cock now harder than before, throbbing underneath his dhoti and wanting, as he saw her darkened triangle.

The dark, curly, public hair were rich and perhaps a little trimmed, Vijay Thakur guessed. His eyes pierced through, aching to see more, but she turned away after cleaning herself and left the bathroom after flushing the toilet. But, for a while, Vijay Thakur's hands continued to stroke his hardness, and seeing his own organ he was reminded of his heydays. It was after a long, long time that he was aroused so much, and he was inwardly praising his bahu to have brought back what he was so proud of at one time. He was a 'mard' (a virile man) and he was proud of it.

Waiting for a few moments, he was back at his previous lookout, almost like a predator who had identified his prey and didn't want to let her out of her sight. He was peering into the main bedroom again.

In one moment, he could guess that his loving bahu was restless. There was no doubt in his mind and he was curious to find out more. He stayed put with his hands on his firm phallus, which he continued to stroke vigorously.

The night was to become a revelation, almost hallucinatory to an extent, to the patriarch. His eyes remained glued on his daughter-in-law, as she lay on her bed, alone and lost in thought. She just squirmed on the white linen bed-sheet for a few moments before she had pulled up her nightie up to the waist and began tapping her fingers over her vulva before playing at the yawning crevice that lay in between.

In a flash she had inserted a finger inside the vagina, softly playing on it at first before the finger moved faster and faster, inserting and withdrawing in quick succession. Suddenly, she stopped but the finger remained inside. Inserting another finger, she was moaning and squirming, throwing her legs about and Vijay Thakur guessed that she could be pushing and squeezing her clit with the inserted fingers.

He peeked in awe and lust as he watched her restless movements with her eyes closed. She raised her pelvis, possibly imagining her lover and meeting his cock. He heard her moan and cry out unintelligible and incoherent words. Maybe she was calling out her lover, thought Vijay Thakur.

He stroked hard, feeling the pressure build within his groin. His balls strained inside the scrotum, the cock ever so sensitive at its widest and the longest.

She was thrashing her body left and right, words becoming so guttural and incessant in her rants that Vijay Thakur could hardly make out any meaning or name. She heaved herself up and down, here and there on the bed. But whatever she did, her finger remained embedded and anchored. Her face contorted as she went over the cliff in her desire and passion. Oh god! She was in so much heat and yet she would have to spend so many months without her husband, Vijay Thakur kept pondering.

At one moment, Rupa had withdrawn her wet fingers, staring intently at them for a moment before taking it in her mouth to taste her own sex. Quickly, she inserted her finger back inside her gaping and hungry vagina.

Vijay Thakur was a witness to all her actions, following her deep arousal intently, while pumping hard on his own robust organ, pushing his pelvis forward and backward till, suddenly, he shot out his jism with a guttural moan. "Bahuuuu". His voice trailed even in silence, as he ejaculated time after time, hitting all his goo into the door panel in front. He continued pumping to release the last drop until he was spent, and the pleasure of his orgasm seeped through his body and soul.

Even in his wildest imagination he hadn't thought that women would frig themselves as men did.

He watched his bahu put her own hand over her mouth after her orgasm, realizing that she was calling someone aloud at the height of her arousal. Not moving, she appeared rested and in peace. Her eyes closed, she slowly covered herself with her blanket and slowly drifted into peaceful sleep. Vijay Thakur, drained but still not exhausted, stayed on till he was sure that Rupa was asleep. He turned and went back to his bed. In moments, he had crashed into bed and, within a few minutes, he was fast asleep.

Vijay Thakur rolled over early at five in the morning the next day, as he always did. The dhoti was in disarray. He felt the familiar morning tugs of his hard-on. Lying on his side, his engorged monster of an organ lay nestled within his thighs. He recollected the events of the previous night, the scenes quickly unfolding once again in his memory. Instantly, he felt a surge of blood flowing through the veins of his phallus, enlarging it somewhat.

He remained in the bed, not willing to get out of the cover of the warm blanket that covered him. Rupa was wrecking his perverted mind and he simply couldn't get her off her head. Oh! How she had played with herself in bed, and even how she had relieved her bladder in the toilet! The very thought sent the blood rushing in again. Like a teenage boy he had his shaft in his hand again, rubbing the hardness himself.

The next day moved at a hectic pace. It was the last day the couple would spend together, and Vijay Thakur didn't object to their having lunch outside or spending some moments outside the busy household.

That night the patriarch was not feeling well. Having remained in just his light dhoti in the bitter cold of north India the previous night, albeit inside his bedroom, he had a slight fever. He resisted the temptation to take up his post at the door and watch his bahu copulate with her husband. Besides, he was certain that the couple would avail of this last opportunity before departure and knew too well that the outcome would be similar.

His son would fail once again and leave his wife to cry. Vijay Thakur knew he would get numerous opportunities later, of this he was certain. Months, in fact, to satiate his lascivious mind and savour the beauty of this irresistible woman.

Vijay Thakur came down much later the following morning. He felt much better after a good night's sleep and some ayurvedic medicines that he had taken when he started feeling ill the previous day.

To his surprise, even though Rupa continued to be shy, she was trying to come out of her shell. Her earlier hesitations seemed to have lessened and she talked much freely now when they were together. Sometimes she would be seeking his approval, sometimes she would demurely reply to questions that he posed, even smiling with those pearly white teeth.

Ajay Thakur left that evening for the airport and journey abroad. Like all departures, the parting was painful. Rupa was full of tears but, to the patriarch, even that made her look beautiful. She was unable to stay at the gate even for a moment after Ajay Thakur left, almost running inside with Varun, as soon as the car accelerated. Anjali hurried to pacify her, wanting to share some of her loneliness.

Vijay Thakur also felt sad at his son's departure. He felt sad for his bahu too but, in all fairness, it was because she would feel lonely and not for any other reason. Dinner didn't take much time but Ajay Thakur's empty chair made his absence look harsher and gloomy. Frankly, it brought about a lump even in the impassive patriarch. He stayed in the living room for some time after dinner, allowing the household to pass into silence with everyone retiring to their respective rooms. He got up in the end as he himself felt like like retiring for the night. Walking to his room, he decided to check with his daughter-in-law before turning in.

 

[Nobita]

"Bahu?" He knocked on the partition door that separated the two rooms.

There was pause and then he heard shuffling feet before the door opened. Her eyes moist and lowered. She was wearing a nightie, but she had pulled on a 'dupatta' (a sort of stole) across her top to cover her chest.

"Babuji...," her voice couldn't hide her sorrow.

"Bahu, are you okay?" His voice laden with concern.

"Yes Babuji..." Her words trailed on, as if she wanted to say something.

"Tell me. Do not be shy," Vijay Thakur waited.

"Babuji... Varun"

Vijay Thakur was concerned. "Is he alright?"

Her eyes looked up and met Vijay Thakur's. "Yes. Yes. He is fine. He is with Matasari, just like you said."

"So...?" He knew that his grandson would be with the maid.

Her face showed anguish of a mother without his offspring.

"I am feeling...alone.. and ahh..lonely," she sniffled a sob,"I miss my son and want to hold him in my arms."

At that point it struck Vijay Thakur that he should not have asked the maid to keep the child with her for the night. The infant should have remained in her room with his mother. How could he take such a heartless decision? He looked at her face. The intensity of her anguish was unmistakable.

He watched a teardrop that was about to trickle down her cheek. Lifting a finger, Vijay Thakur wiped the nascent tear from his bahu's face. He raised both hands and held her face.

"You should never hesitate to ask about anything, Bahu," he consoled her, "Your babuji is always here. Remember that."

Vijay Thakur Singh ran a hand over Rupa's head, consoling her, comforting her. He drew himself nearer, held her for some time with an arm around her as he tried to absorb her sorrow with empathy and feeling. She made no effort to move away but stayed still, except for her sobs. In a while, Vijay Thakur saw that she had almost stopped weeping. She was now taking deep breaths which Vijay Thakur thought were because of her weeping heart. Vijay Thakur too breathed heavily, before he moved away from her.

"Babuji...," she whispered, as if reminding the man to act on the decision to bring back the child to her.

"Yes. Yes. I will take care. You take care of yourself, Bahu," he assured her.

Turning briskly, he called out to Matasari and bellowed instructions.

"Bring Varun back to Bahu's room. I want him to be with her in the night ... all nights, do you hear me?" he instructed, "If she ever needs your help she will ask for it. Now hurry up."

"Yes, Malik (Master)!" She said obediently.

Matasari bowed and hurried back to her room and picked up Varun. Holding Varun in her arms she dashed back till she came and knocked at Rupa bedroom. She saw the patriarch standing like a sentry in front of her door, wanting to see for himself that his command had been complied with.

"Oh! My baby, my baby," cried Rupa as she got Varun back in her arms. Even a separation of few minutes was too much for her. She had raised her eyes and saw her father-in-law at the door. Her eyes met with Vijay Thakur's and she was overcome with a sense of gratitude and happiness. There was a faint smile on her lips and Vijay Thakur just nodded his head.

"Thank you babuji. I will sleep better tonight," Rupa said after Matasari walked out of her room.

"Very good bahu. You take care of my grandson. Keep him well fed."

"Yes Babuji." She was warming up to her father-in-law.

"And please remember, I do not want you to feel lonely. This is your home and you should never think otherwise. Ajay Thakur may have left, but we are all here. I am here." He was caring just as much as he was forceful in his words.

"Yes Babuji," whispered Rupa.

He drew closer to mother and son and ran his fingers over his grandson's head, and then whispered almost in an undertone, "Anytime... anything...you need..." he paused," you will knock on that door." He motioned to the partition door inside her bedroom that separated their respective rooms.

She was silent for a moment, trying to absorb the import of what he had whispered. A lump formed in her throat as she was almost inaudible "Yes, Babuji".

She looked at him for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, before she brought her face down, overcome with shyness.

"Live well, live long, Bahu," he blessed her, before he turned and walked out of the room.

Rupa

Having finished her dinner Rupa returned to her room with a heavy heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as thoughts of her husband came to mind when she retired to her room. She breast-fed her baby and, kissing the infant, she was about to place him on the bed when Matasari, the maid, arrived. Exchanging a few words, she secured the child in her arms and walked out of the room. The loneliness of the young bahu was complete.

With neither her husband nor her child. She regretted having agreed to allow her baby to sleep with Matasari at night and wondered how she would pass so many nights alone in the big bedroom. And to make it worse, she could never sleep alone!

She shook her head and then got up from her bed. No use crying now, she felt and prepared to go to sleep. Changing into her nightie, she sat on the bed combing her hair. Just then, she heard a faint knock on the partition door. Since this came from her father-in-law's room, she didn't feel scared, knowing it was her caring and respected Babuji himself. She got up and hurriedly placed a dupatta across her bosom and quickly walked across to open the door. To be honest, normally, in this nightie she would have worn her housecoat on top in front of anyone other than her husband.

Strangely, she only placed her dupatta for her father-in-law. Was it because she didn't want to keep her respected father-in-law waiting or did she think him to be just as close and dear? She really didn't have an answer. Rupa opened the door and then respectfully stood aside, allowing the towering man to step in.

Rupa only looked at the floor as she respectfully whispered, 'Babuji'. She was the obedient bahu, enquiring of her father-in-law if he required anything, or if she had any task to do. But there was a hidden sadness when she addressed her father.

"Babuji, I am feeling...so sad... and ahh...alone ...and ah ..ah.. lonely," she sniffled a sob, "I miss my son and want to hold my little baby in my arms."

Her father in law was immediately sympathetic. She began weeping, bursting into tears that trickled down her cheeks. The patriarch was moved when Rupa cried in this manner and stood in front of her. Holding her face in both hands, he lifted Rupa's face and looked into her tearful eyes.

Initially, Rupa felt a bit uneasy. This was so very romantic, one which happened more among lovers than in the relationship she had with this man. He wiped a tear and almost breathed into her face. Rupa could inhale the nice smell of the betal leaf that the patriarch usually chewed after dinner. Her eyes almost closed.

The towering man's words of concern were so comforting to Rupa. Once he got to know the reasons for her sorrow he had immediately barked an order, sufficiently aloud, for the maid to bring back the infant baby to the bahu's room.

The moment Rupa heard him calling out for the maid she quickly picked up the housecoat lying on the bed and wore it over the nightie. What would Matasari think of her? A bahu in this flimsy dress in front of her father-in-law? Rupa was surprised at her own behaviour - she was ashamed to be dressed in the nightie in front of Matasari, a woman, while she did not appear to be at all ashamed standing in front of the head of the head of the family, the patriarch! She had only placed the light dupatta to cover her breasts!

The maid brought the baby and, seeing the master, she quickly left after handing over the child to Rupa. The young mother was relieved and happy and crazily hugged her baby, cuddling and kissing him, in a show of unending affection in front of her father-in-law.

"Thank you Babuji," she said at last, grateful to the man who had made that possible. The more she saw the man, the more Rupa warmed up to him.

She could feel an undercurrent of belonging to this haveli, this family and particularly, this man. He was no longer that distant, aloof and imposing father-in-law anymore. He didn't have that serious face all the time. Rather, he only advised her to take good care of the child and see that he was fed timely. He even told Rupa not to feel lonely and to consider the haveli as her true home. So caring of him, Rupa thought.

Before leaving the room, Vijay Thakur came and stood in front of Rupa and her child. He patted his grandson on the head, ruffling the sparse hair that it had on his infant head, twitching the tiny cheeks. He was very happy and proud, of this Rupa was sure. Then, just before leaving the bedroom, he turned and looked at Rupa. What he said made Rupa think over again and again. The words were so mysterious and yet so meaningful, thought Rupa.

"Anytime ... anything ...you need," he had paused before continuing, "you will knock on that door. I will be there in that room, right beside you my bahu."

He had motioned to the partition door and had said these words in a hoarse whisper. It didn't escape Rupa's notice that her father-in-law had added 'my' to the way he addressed her. May be it was a slip, may be she shouldn't put too much meaning in it. But, nonetheless, Rupa blushed before she could respond.

Shyly, she whispered, "Yes, Babuji. I know."

Both looked into each other's eyes deeply, absorbing the impact of the words before the patriarch turned and left, closing the partition door behind him.

Rupa sat on the bed for five minutes, still trying to fathom the import of the words of her Babuji. Then slowly, she got up and, walking up to the door, secured the latch. She was now in the privacy of her bedroom and, except for the man in the next room, there was no one else on that floor, excepting her six weeks old child.

The haveli was a big place and had numerous rooms but lacked the numbers to occupy this surfeit of accommodation. The haveli was otherwise secured, and the servants and maids mostly occupied the rooms in the backyard. The top floor was occupied by Anurudh and Anjali. Matasari too had a room on this floor. The first floor was the one where Rupa had her bedroom and, of course, her father-in-law.

Rupa, however, was scared. She was the fearful type, something that grew on her since childhood. To be honest, Rupa got scared easily and even at Patna she had a habit of sleeping with her mother. She feared sleeping alone, awoke at the faintest of noises, was terrified at the cracking sounds of lightning, and once you grow into this fear you can rarely come out of it. These traits were not unknown to her own parents and now even her husband Ajay Thakur knew about it. But none of them were beside her now, nor anyone be beside her in the days that would follow and that caused her a great deal of worry.

Lying down on her bed Rupa kept thinking of Ajay Thakur and what he would be doing now. Was he on board the aircraft soaring in the sky or was he still waiting for the international flight to take off? Her baby had already taken her breast milk around eleven o'clock so Rupa was relieved that nothing had to be done immediately. Of course, sometime around three he might be feeling hungry and then he would be taking milk again.

Rupa kept thinking how the day had passed and how it felt when her husband left. She thought of Anjali Aunty and how she came and stood beside her when the car with Ajay Thakur sped off. Also, she recollected Uncle Anurudh telling her, "No crying Rupa Beti." But, most of all, one person occupied a greater part of her thoughts and he was her father in law.

His behaviour was so very comforting that she knew her days might not be as sad as she had apprehended when she left Patna. He would take good care of her and give her due attention, of this she was certain. She also thought of the intimate moment when he wiped her tears and came nearer, almost hugging her. He had placed an arm around her, ran them down her arm once and comforted her. At that moment, she hadn't thought of anything.

But now, alone in her room, she felt nice recollecting those intimate minutes with her father-in-law. That arm around her seemed so strong and reassuring, an arm that could instantly console and comfort. She felt a tingling sensation run through her body. God! What was happening to her, thought Rupa. She quickly turned her thoughts away ... away to her son, and far away to Ajay Thakur.

At what point Rupa fell asleep she did not know but she awoke suddenly. Two or three deafening sounds, that of lightning, had awoken her. It could rain any moment, for she could feel the howling winds. Unseasonal rains would mean a further fall in temperature, Rupa was alarmed. The lightning awoke Varun too, who started to cry out loudly. No matter how much Rupa patted her, he went on wailing as the crackling sounds continued unabated. She too was scared, just like she always did since childhood. She wished someone could have stayed in her room.

At that instant she heard a knock on the partition door, softly at first but then more urgently. Soon Babuji's voice could be heard.

"Bahu, Bahu! What happened? Why is Varun crying so much? Please tell me. Please open the door ... I am worried," Vijay Thakur was imploring her to speak.

Rupa quickly got up from bed but in her hurry, she forgot to put any cover over her nightie. The skimpy nightie was hardly anything to hide her very sexy and desirable body, not to mention her very appealing breasts. She just came and opened the door.

"I think he woke up because of the lightning," Rupa said softly.

"No, I think he may be hungry. Won't you feed her now Bahu?" he asked.

Rupa hadn't been able to say this and so had said about the lightning. But she too knew that the child would not stop till he had her nipples in his mouth.

"Feed her Bahu, he is hungry," the father-in-law insisted. He was looking at Rupa's breasts and she blushed and quickly turned so that the breasts were out of his sight.

"Yes Babuji," whispered Rupa.

Just then heavy gusts of wind started blowing and a window pane flung open. Lightning crackled repeatedly.

"I am so scared Babuji," Rupa said honestly.

"This is just lightning. Don't be afraid. But if you are so scared ... you keep the partition door open, so you will at least feel someone is nearby. Will that be ok?" Vijay Thakur asked.

Rupa thought for a while before she nodded her head.

 

[Nobita]

Vijay Thakur

The loud crack of lightning shook Vijay Thakur out of his sleep. He stayed awake for a while and then heard the wailing child in the next room. Vijay Thakur got up immediately. He heard his bahu trying to pacify his grandson. The frequent crack of lightning led to more cries and it seemed Rupa was having a hard time.

Vijay Thakur paced his room up and down, not wanting to barge into his bahu's room at that time of the night. With each cry his heart went out to his grandson. He felt for Rupa too, wondering how she would be able to care of everything herself.

And then abruptly, without further thought, he knocked on the intervening door. By now, the crying had become louder. He knocked again this time with distinct emphasis. He called out to know the reason and to offer possible help. Soon, the door opened slowly and Vijay Thakur saw Rupa. The sheer nightie hugged her as she tried desperately to cajole and quieten her son. Vijay Thakur reached out to take the baby in his arms and to pacify him.

Rupa was no longer wearing a duppata across her breasts and to Vijay Thakur she looked like a beautiful goddess, a desirous woman with a child in her arms, her hair somewhat ruffled giving her a sensual aura that Vijay Thakur found difficult to look away from. He was now very close to his daughter-in-law.

He could inhale a fragrance that fired his loins and he kept looking at her unkempt hair, her disarrayed nightie which gave glimpses of her ample and alluring breasts, her soft smooth skin undulating from her face till the top of her nightie and all that could tempt any man, not just Vijay Thakur himself.

Vijay Thakur stood there mesmerized at what he saw, forgetting that it was improper of him to do so. He turned his face away and instinctively tried to pacify his grandson. But his eyes flickered and traversed from grandson to bahu.

"Bahu..."he said at last.

"Jee Babuji"

"Varun is hungry..."

Rupa looked up to Vijay Thakur, not sure how to answer to the patriarch.

"Babuji.." She paused. Her shyness barring her from speaking out.

Vijay Thakur's rough fingers continued to stroke his grandson. The child's cries simmered down a notch.

"I can tell that he is hungry." Vijay Thakur was adamant.

"But babuji... I..I fed him a little while ago," Rupa tried to convince her father-in-law.

"Then why is he crying?" Exasperation seemed to coat his words.

"Babuji.. It must be this lightning. He started crying when it began," Rupa tried to explain.

Meanwhile the rain was still pelting, but the thunder had calmed down a little.

"Possible..but you should know that little ones have a small stomach and they get hungry very quickly. I hope that you feed him often enough," Vijay Thakur went on.

This talk about feeding was embarrassing Rupa. But she stayed put where she was.

One, for he was comforting her son and two, she did not dare move away without taking permission or being asked to move.

"Babuji... I do. He always cries out aloud when he is hungry."

A sudden bolt of lightning lit up the room for a second, quickly followed by a loud thunder. Vijay Thakur heard her shriek before the scared bahu almost fell into his chest. Varun started crying aloud once again, afraid. Vijay Thakur opened his arms and engulfed both his bahu and the child in his arms, giving them comfort and protection. Rupa dug her face into Vijay Thakur's wide chest while the recurrent thunder continued. Varun too found comfort, and his wailing subsided.

They just stood there, a step or two inside Rupa's room, waiting for the thunder to pass and Varun to calm down.

"Bahu..." he whispered, the two bodies still pressed together, and Varun wedged in safety.

"Babuji?" he heard his bahu's soft voice.

"Are you okay?"

There was a cackle of thunder again.

"I am afraid ...I am scared, Babuji."

"Don't be. I am here" He said emphatically, trying to assure her that he was there to take care of her as well his grandson.

She nodded. She was feeling safe in his arms. The man she had felt so alien even a couple of days back was now so close to her and providing everything she needed. Her comfort, safety and security.

"I am not sure that I will be able to sleep alone in this weather," The urgency in those words did not escape Babuji.

Vijay Thakur held them close to himself. His arms could feel her soft body. The sides of her breasts squeezed into his chest. What if her nipples rested on his chest? He quickly brushed the thought away. Yet, the feeling of her soft touches was soothing and gave him pleasure. He wanted this to continue for some more time.

Vijay Thakur's thoughts wavered. Was it right? She was his bahu and it was his duty to protect her dignity and moral integrity. He was her guardian. And the need of the hour was to provide her with comfort.

"You do not have to be afraid bahu. You can be with me. And this baby, he is my grandson, my own blood, he should sleep in my room too," Vijay Thakur said.

She peered up and her eyes gazed at him questioningly. Possibly, she hadn't expected this offer from her father-in-law.

"Babuji.. But...?" Rupa said hesitatingly.

"Bahu.." He looked at her sternly. Just a single word and eyes of admonishment was enough.

"Yes. Babuji". She nodded acceptance. .

"Come .." he said firmly. And, with an arm still around his bahu and the child within the other arm, he slowly walked her to his king size bed. The roar of thunder continued unabated. Yet, Varun for some strange reason was somewhat quiet now.

All this time their bodies remained touching each other. The flimsy nightie providing little separation as did the kurta that Vijay Thakur was wearing. Unknown to her, her touch had created a pronounced erection under his dhoti. Vijay Thakur was acutely aware and tried to distance his body in a manner that would him to avoid contact. He hoped that she would remain unaware of what he was going through his mind and body.

With the child sleeping in the middle of the bed, Vijay Thakur lay down beside him and, advising his bahu to sleep on the other side of the child, he closed his eyes. Gradually the weather improved, and the thunder slowly died down. Silence returned. It had been a long day for all of them and soon they all fell asleep.

Unsure what time it was, he awoke when he heard Varun's soft cry. Vijay Thakur, always a light sleeper, was quickly awake.

"Bahu..." he called out. Rupa who seemed to be in deep sleep barely moved. His own eyes were roaming elsewhere till they were glued on to the rounded mounds pushing against Rupa's nightie. The taut nipples of his bahu stood out haughtily and Vijay Thakur feasted on them for some time.

He waited for some more time, continuing to feast his eyes on her bosom and face and those amorous lips. Oh god! Oh god! If only he could bend down and kiss those pairs.

But Varun cried again. His mother had to be awakened immediately. Vijay Thakur give her a light touch on her arm once more, hesitantly. Then followed that up by shaking her twice on the arm.

"Bahu... Bahu... ," Vijay Thakur said with a loudly before he saw her open her eyes.

"Varun is hungry," he informed.

Rupa

Rupa started feeling more and more terrified as the intensity of the lightning increased. If she had not been required to take care of Varun, she would have cried like a scared little girl herself. She was hardly twenty four and rather young to be a mother in these days when women married late and became a mother even later. Now, with her husband away, she felt so very lonely, scared and helpless. She had a trying time to stop Varun from crying and feared the baby would choke.

Just then, she heard the knock on the partition door, faintly at first before it became more insistent, revealing the concern of the man on the other side. Rupa didn't hesitate and, without a thought and without even thinking of what she was wearing, she went and opened the door. Her father-in-law just walked in and took the baby in his arms, showering his love for his grandson.

Frankly, Rupa felt relieved at his towering presence, as if a rock of support had come in her moments of fear and loneliness. He seemed very concerned about Varun, insisting that Varun was hungry. Even when Rupa said that the baby had his stomach full, he continued to tell her to feed Varun, much to Rupa's embarrassment because feeding meant breast feeding and she felt so uneasy talking about it.

At the same time, she could feel his glances roaming over her body as she stood in her most revealing and exotic nightie. Rupa felt uneasy but, just at that moment, another deafening lightning struck somewhere nearby and, involuntarily, she threw herself into the strong, rugged looking, fifty year old man's chest where she hid her face.

The man too did not hesitate but held an arm across his bahu's back. In the other hand, he still held the child. The way he had put an arm around Rupa, and pulled her into his chest, only showed how protective and caring he was of her bahu and grandchild. Yet, more than that, it seemed so romantic, a man holding a lovely woman and her baby within his broad chest, like a lover or, more realistically, like a doting husband. It was a picture of a couple protecting a baby so dear to them.

Both were breathing heavily, almost into one another, breathing in what the other breathed out. It was so ethereal and romantic, but within themselves they could hardly acknowledge that feeling for its sheer absurdity. Romance between a woman and her father-in-law! So ridiculous, so preposterous! But now, even if Rupa might have wished to draw away out of this embarrassment, she dared not do so without the patriarch's approval. He commanded respect always and now, as Rupa saw another side of the man, he drew admiration from her.

They remained clung to each other for quite some time, she trying to overcome her fright and he trying to comfort and sooth. Rupa could feel his hands on her back and unmindfully drop down to her butt curves, drawing her more into him. But the endless lightning was enough to draw her attention away from these touches. She shook in fright and honestly acknowledged her deep rooted fear to the patriarch.

"I am afraid, Babuji. I am not sure that I will be able to sleep alone in this weather."

The patriarch pulled her even nearer when she said these words and Rupa could feel the side of her breasts pushing into the man's body. Fortunately, her nipples didn't touch him, or she would have died of shame.

The man comforted her more and then, almost in a commanding tone, said that she needn't sleep alone but could sleep with her baby in his bedroom, on his king size bed. No matter how uneasy she felt, she realized that it could be the best option to her scared mind. Besides, the words of the patriarch were an order and she knew she would have to obey. She just meekly lowered her head in acceptance.

The patriarch continued to have his hand around her as he led her to his room and to his bed. Why he had to bring the king size bed to this room when the man was already a widower, that too just before Rupa's return from Patna and Ajay Thakur's departure, was a question that lurked in Rupa's mind as she saw the wide ornamental bed.

As he led her, she could feel the strength in his arms and the sheer manliness of this rugged man. When they walked through the narrow door she had to bring herself nearer to the patriarch. Her swinging hand had accidently touched the front of the patriarch's dhoti covered body. She got the surprise of her life! A hardness in an organ, whose size she could only leave to imagination, sent an electric current through her entire being.

Her mouth opened in shock and amazement but fortunately the patriarch couldn't see her. Her first thought was making an unintentional comparison with the modest size of her husband's, the one that she had lovingly sucked and had sex with. But that would be seem so ridiculously small and insignificant to this one that Babuji possessed. Quickly, she recovered from these inappropriate thoughts and followed the man who remained unmoved at the touch.

Babuji was a man who now showered utmost concern and consideration for his grandson. He quickly made the arrangements by bringing the infant's bedding material from Rupa's room and placed them in the middle of the bed. He went and switched on the night lamp, a soothing blue, switched off the brighter lights of the room. Instantly, the room had an altogether different aura about it - peaceful, serene and romantic.

Without further word the patriarch went and lay down on one side of the bed.

Rupa placed her baby in the middle and she too lay down on the other side of the child. As a mother, she needed to face the baby, which she did while patting the baby's forehead and goading him to sleep. The patriarch too was facing towards the baby, and for a few moments they looked deeply into each other. The look between them, Rupa felt, was not just between a Bahu and her father in law.

It was something else ... something she knew was improper and yet something that was almost hypnotic. She closed her eyes, not out of disgust but out of shame. What on earth was happening to her, why was she thinking these things which she was not supposed to. With her eyes closed she recollected how the man had held her close to him, how strong and robust and manly he was, of the sudden hardness she had touched for a second a little while ago. But the man turned and faced the other side of the bed, possibly saving further embarrassment to his bahu.

Rupa must have fallen asleep but when she opened her eyes the first thing that they fell upon was her father-in-law. He was now lying on his back, a hand outstretched over and above his grandson and partly even over Rupa's pillow.

He was in deep sleep, no doubt about it. But what Rupa saw soon was unimaginable to her. She hadn't been able to resist even if she wanted to. She glanced down from the man's head, to his chest and down below to the man's middle. The man's dhoti had now formed into an enormous tent, a bulge of unthinkable proportions. My god, Rupa thought. Can a man really be endowed with something so big? And this was not even fully free and open.

Rupa was mesmerized. She stared at it in disbelief, awe and admiration. And she was scared too. What if he suddenly awoke and saw her staring at him? 'Shame! Shame!' she cried to herself. Just then, the man turned and faced the other side again in his sleep. Rupa's hand almost went to her mouth, thanking her luck that she had not been caught watching something which she shouldn't.

After some time, Rupa too fell asleep but not before she thought about what she had seen just then and how that 'thing' got so hard and so big, and who, on earth, the man was thinking of?

Rupa awoke much later when Varun started crying and she heard Babuji calling her aloud. He kept telling her that the baby was hungry. Yes, Rupa realized, she had to breast feed him then, for it was time for the infant to get his next feed. And her breasts were too full of milk, almost bursting for relief.

The patriarch repeated, his voice almost hoarse, "Feed him now Bahu. ..don't delay...he's crying so much because he is hungry." It seemed that he was hungry himself!

Rupa looked at the patriarch and then at her hungry baby. She had to feed her baby. But she simply couldn't feed the baby in that room, in front of Babuji. She blushed, her cheeks crimson on her fair skin. She fumbled for words as she got up from bed and stretched her hands to pick up Varun.

"Babuji... shshh ..should I ...I g ggo to the other room?" she stammered, wondering if Babuji would excuse himself to save her from embarrassment.

There was a stern look from the man which Rupa could only interpret as an instant disapproval. But his words were still very comforting and caring.

"No Bahu, you feed Varun here, on the bed. Don't feel shy. You are a mother who is going to feed her baby and that's natural. Come, sit on the bed and take the baby on your lap," her father-in-law said. He had stretched his hand to hold Rupa's hand and pulled her softly on to the bed.

 

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Rupa stayed where she was, uncomfortably shifting on the bed and wondering how she could explain what was in her mind.

The patriarch was quick to understand Rupa's uneasiness in feeding her baby. Even if they had proceeded to stay together in one room and sleep side by side on the master bed, it was another thing for Rupa to part her flimsy nightie and give her nipple to her baby right in front of her father-in-law. He should have realised this, Vijay Thakur thought, instead of inconsiderately insisting on her staying in that very room itself to suckle her baby. He rebuked himself inwardly but, at the same time, he made an instant arrangement so that she could at least partially overcome her uneasiness.

Like a considerate father-in-law, he got up, reached into his cupboard, and brought out a thin towel, often called "angocha" in rural India. Made of handloom cotton, it had stripes over its body and the fabric was light in weight. It was big enough to cover the upper portion of Rupa's body, including her breasts where she would be holding her child while he suckled.

"Here ...," he offered it to Rupa to provide her a semblance of privacy.

Relief from impending embarrassment was written on Rupa's face as she gratefully accepted the towel, realising quickly that it would help her to cover her taut, dripping nipples and breasts overflowing with milk. She quickly wrapped the towel in the front of her body, running it over her shoulders, breasts and covering her lap too. Vijay Thakur saw her working under the towel, as if to open the front buttons of her nightie to release her breasts. Her face still registered the uneasiness and awkwardness in the task in hand, considering their relationship as a bahu (daughter-in-law) and father-in-law.

Having covered her bosom and, with Varun lying cosily on her lap, Rupa held her nipple to the baby's thirsty mouth. Varun started feeding instantly and suckling sounds could be heard by the patriarch who sat beside her bahu.

It was a wonderful picture of a lactating mother holding her baby and feeding her milk from her overflowing breasts. Honestly, Rupa's pair was literally about to burst. The patriarch had been pampering his Bahu with the most nutritious food ever since she had returned from Patna. There too, she was fed properly by her own mother. As they always say, the baby gets her nutrition from the mother ... feed the mother and you feed the child. No wonder that Rupa's breasts were too full of healthy milk. And there was enormous relief for Rupa when her baby started to draw out the milk from her swollen breasts, heavy and painful as they were. Caringly, she arranged Varun's hair, even kissing the baby's head that was partly visible. The rest of the child lay hidden underneath the 'angocha'.

Rupa looked up from the child to her father-in-law who kept looking at her intently. Rupa felt grateful to the man for taking so much care of her. She felt happy and seemed to be overcoming the loneliness that she initially felt when Ajay Thakur left. Any bahu would have felt very uneasy in such a situation before her father-in-law, but Rupa had a look of contentment in front of this rugged man. She felt cared, protected and loved, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude expressed itself in her eyes. But for this man and the warmth and care that he offered in a much-needed privacy, she would have felt helpless with her infant son. Both kept quiet, each looking at each other now and then. Sometimes, they smiled when their eyes met, without uttering any word for a while.

"You are okay now, Bahu?" the patriarch suddenly asked, trying to break the stony silence.

Rupa, with a shy smile on her face and lips, nodded her head and said politely, "Ji (yes)."

"Varun seems to be happy now," he said, and she went red with embarrassment without any apparent reason. To Rupa, however, the child's present 'happiness' was due to her overflowing breasts and she inferred that her Babuji might have alluded to this pair.

But she still nodded her head.

"You have given me a lovely grandson, Bahu," the patriarch said after a moment, "and brought good fortune to this family."

She looked up at him. Her face didn't hide her happiness at the compliment, and she nodded.

"I know you are taking good care of my grandson. Your child will always feel secured beside you wherever he is," he went on talking to keep the conversation going, "but I felt concerned at his shrieks. A grandfather's feelings and concerns, you know. I hope you didn't mind my intrusion in the middle of the night."

She nodded smilingly. "No, Babuji. I am happy that you came. I was terrified at the thought of being alone. I am terrified of lightning and the deafening thunder sounds that accompany. It is something that has grown since my childhood and I could never overcome this fear. I am feeling better being here in this room with someone around."

Rupa was being honest. Indeed, she was being drawn more and more to the charisma of this man. There was no more inhibition in sharing this man's room, sleeping on his bed, suckling her baby in front of him ... everything that usually a wife would be prepared to do if the man was her husband. Only thing was that there had to be absolute privacy for, no matter what, they would have to be discreet, and no one should know that they shared one room.

As a bahu, she would be very embarrassed if anyone in the haveli knew about this. She thought of requesting her father-in-law to maintain this privacy but then hesitated. Who was she to suggest? The man was far too elder and would surely know the necessity of discretion, of not letting others in the family have the slightest inkling that the master of the house and a father-in-law shared his bed with his young bahu. True, this was only for the benefit of the child and her mother, but hardly a valid reason for sleeping on the same bed.

Rupa was a bit unmindful when she was thinking about the necessity of privacy but quickly her attention riveted to the baby who seemed to have fallen asleep. No matter how much she tried, Varun would not awaken and Rupa was worried. The baby had fed on only one breast while the other remained untouched and full.

She was already feeling the pain that accompanied her full breasts and if Varun didn't draw on the milk and ease her discomfort she would feel awful after a while. She prodded her baby a few times, shaking him firmly and even uttering his name to awaken him, but it didn't serve any purpose. She felt helpless and it was her helplessness that made her turn towards the patriarch sitting right beside her. He possibly sensed her discomfort and asked her if everything was alright.

"Bahu... ummm ... is anything bothering you?" The voice didn't hide his genuine anxiety.

Rupa looked up with a concerned face and said, "He is not feeding anymore."

"He must be full then. I think you should let him sleep," he said in conclusion.

"But..." Rupa tried to intervene.

"He might not have been very hungry, Bahu." He offered an explanation to his bahu.

But she kept on trying to move her son around, patting his back underneath the thin cover, but to no avail. "He is just being naughty. He isn't feeding anymore." Her eyes betrayed discomfort and helplessness.

It was then that the discussion between Rupa and her father-in-law turned to something that's usually shared between a wife and her husband or, in some cases, between a mother and her daughter. Rupa was surprised how gradually she was able to answer these questions despite her shyness. Possibly this was because the man was so very caring to and warm towards Rupa. He was now sitting just beside her. Their bodies touched one another now and then, but no one made any attempt to move away.

At one stage the patriarch asked her softly, "Bahu, are you being fully relieved?"

Such an embarrassing subject and Rupa was red in the face at first. She only shook her head.

When the man asked if she had discussed this with the doctor, she answered that she did, and then told the patriarch exactly what the doctor had said.

"...he is needing less for a few days while I am producing more," Rupa said. The moment she said this she looked once at the patriarch, and then looked away.

Sitting on the bed, Vijay Thakur absorbed what his bahu had just said.

"And does it cause discomfort bahu?" the patriarch followed up, trying to get to the root of the current situation.

Rupa looked very embarrassed and in discomfort, but she could realise that this man was her protector and she had to answer. Yet, something came over Rupa and rather than addressing him as 'Babuji' which was a respectable way to address her father-in-law, she made it more personal, dear and loveable by addressing him as 'papa', just like a daughter would.

"Yes. papa. It becomes very full, bloated and very painful," she said, and already there were tears in her eyes because of the pain.

Vijay Thakur, at first, was surprised at this sudden change in her way of addressing him. Papa is what one would prefer calling to his or her own father, not usually to a father-in-law. But, Vijay Thakur suppressed his surprise, didn't question her, making her feel that it was a natural expression. In any case, he liked hearing it.

"And..."

"And when he does not take a full feed, they bloat and are painful," she said almost in tears. "It hurts, papa."

"And what did the doctor say about this?" he went on with his salvo of embarrassing questions.

Rupa went silent. She did not know how to respond.

"Bahu...," He said in a soft whisper, full of feeling and certain there would be valid explanation.

She remained silent, unable to open out further, till the patriarch goaded her again.

"Bahu...," his voice becoming a little firmer, "you must tell me ...or else how would I help you?"

"The doctor said...the doctor said...that the pressure is because of more milk ... only lessening the load would bring relief when these are so overly full."

"Relief? You mean when the child is not feeding on them?" He indicated her breasts with a movement of his head and eyes.

Rupa nodded her head shyly before she said, "Yes, I was told to relieve it ... mmmyself"

"How?" There was quizzical look on Vijay Thakur's face.

"The doctor said... to do it wi ...with my ha... hands," Rupa stammered, "or, or... pumping, may be with someone's help." She hid her face in her hands.

Vijay Thakur realised that it was taking her bahu a lot of courage to share such an intimate and private matter with her father-in-law.

Rupa's voice was muffled by her hands covering her mouth and face, but Vijay Thakur could still hear her bursting into tears and say "And now ... now even Ajay Thakur is not here... oh! what will I do ... I feel so lonely. Oh! why did he have to leave me?"

The patriarch was overwhelmed on hearing the bahu's predicament and sorrow. His concern for her and, at the same time, a simmering excitement merged somewhere in his thoughts.

Just then Rupa felt a hand on her shoulder at first and then the hand went across and slid down her naked arm where, just before her elbow, it rested. The patriarch pulled his bahu towards him, and then with the other hand raised her chin.

"Don't cry bahu, please," he said seriously but with lots of love, "I'll feel bad. Remember, I am here to help you and I promise I'll always do so." From the chin the hand went up and wiped the tears. With the other hand that was on Rupa's arm he pulled her towards him. Rupa too was taken in by this gesture and laid her head on his chest, crying on the man's kurta that soon became wet. The patriarch patted her back, trying to comfort her.

"Come, come Bahu, stop crying. You know your tears are hurting me," Vijay Thakur said.

In a while, trying to take control of herself but still sobbing a little, Rupa murmured without looking up, "How will you help me papa in this pain?" Having seen her father-in-law's recent concern about her, Rupa believed that he would find a solution to mitigate her pain and discomfort even now.

"I don't make false promises to my bahu. If you don't feel too bad, I'll give you the relief. No, don't feel shy ... don't hesitate with someone who you just now called papa. I'll take as much milk as you can give," the patriarch said. He squeezed her arms and with the other, pressed her hand.

"What! Hey Bhagwan (Oh god)!" Rupa could only say at first, shock at hearing the suggestion. The idea was so bizarre that she shook in the man's arms and he, in turn, patted her on the back trying to reassure her, make her free and easy.

"Yes bahu. I'll have no hesitation in drinking the warm milk from your breasts," he said but Rupa could make out traces of lust in the voice. This was the first time that the patriarch had used the word 'breasts'. She shivered at the thought but soon realised that her body and mind were already receptive to this idea.

Eventually, to Rupa, these words now seemed to be a boon, for the relief that it would bring and, no matter how ridiculous the idea was, no matter how hesitant she had been, it excited her. She rubbed her head in the man's chest, warming up to him and there could be no doubt in Vijay Thakur's mind that she had concurred and would be willing to offer her full breasts to his already greedy mouth. He felt an instant hardness simply thinking about it.

"May I see your breasts, bahu? See how full they are?" he asked openly now. His bahu's silent and subdued willingness had given him the licence to ask these questions freely.

"I am ashamed, papa," Rupa said, her face still dug into his big chest. She still hid the fact that she too wanted the burly patriarch to suckle her breasts.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Bahu. No one will know ...only you and me, in the privacy of this bedroom," he said.

"Come bahu, let me lie on your soft lap. Pick up Varun and place him on the bed since he is asleep." Rupa could make out the uncontrolled passion in that voice that merged with her own rising emotion and excitement.

Rupa waited for a while, letting her shyness dissolve in her rising excitement before she had caringly placed Varun on the bed. In the process of doing so, both her hands were occupied, and she could helplessly feel the 'angocha' slip away from her breasts, undraping that which a woman would never expose to anyone other than her husband. Placing Varun on the bed, she quickly tried to retrieve the piece, but her father-in-law would have nothing of it. He held her hands, preventing her from covering herself, and silently admonished her with a shake of his head.

Vijay Thakur stared intently at the breasts and the nipples that protruded out from the middle of her light brown areola. He stared admiringly, much to Rupa's discomfort and she blushed profusely, not able to look anywhere other than staring only at her child.

"Which one is paining the most?" she heard him asking. She hesitated, too ashamed to open her mouth and speak, pretending to be busy in attending Varun. But the man was insistent.

"Which one bahu?" he implored again. And then, without the slightest hesitation, he had extended his big, rough hands and tenderly touched the right breast, squeezing it a bit to check the tenderness.

"Babujiiii!" Rupa cried out. Was it pain? Was it shock? Did it express a feeling totally different from pain or shock? No one, no male hand, had ever touched Rupa's breasts other than her husband's. It was a natural reaction at first, but she kept silent after that initial reaction, knowing the futility of protesting to this man when inwardly she too felt a tingling sensation run down her body. He squeezed a bit again.

"Ahhhh!" She heard her father-in-law exclaiming.

Rupa couldn't know if this exclamation by the patriarch signified his concern for her or, she thought shyly, expressed a feeling of his pleasure.

 

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He asked quickly, "Does that hurt?"

Rupa just nodded her head. This intimate behaviour of a man and a woman bordered on sensuality. It was not just a question of pain but something sublime, something enacted between a desirous couple. He pressed again, touching the nipple head with his coarse thumb, index and middle fingers, pressing it ever so lightly. Was he really examining the pain or something else? A doctor wouldn't dare do this, thought Rupa, but here was her father-in-law doing exactly that without the slightest hesitation whatsoever.

Even the gentle touches hurt Rupa. But she didn't move away, didn't express any tone of denial or abhorrence. As if, inwardly, she seemed to bask in the attention that her breasts received from this rugged, dark, strong, middle aged man. Yes, she blushed and felt embarrassed and shy. True she was hesitant and was yet to be totally free. But these were natural of her. Ultimately, however, allowing these intimate touches meant that she had almost willingly surrendered to the illicit nature to which this relation was now almost certainly headed.

The patriarch and the young ravishing woman looked at each other frequently, even while the big, dark hand rested on and tested the fair, engorged breasts. Rupa blushed, for she could make out the lust in the man's eyes no matter how caring he was. He was pressing the conical shapes, drawing them out so that the milk would flow. He was going by his instincts as a farmer, something he had been required to do so often in the past, right from his teens. And now, while he attended to his lovely bahu, she breathed heavily.

At one point, when her soft moans were still imperceptible, a few drops squirted out and fell on the man's naked chest.

"We are there now, bahu," her father-in-law whispered excitedly. But the result was still far from satisfactory and, barring those few initial squirts, her breasts refused to part with the abundant milk that she still held inside. Both the patriarch and his bahu were now perplexed, a bit unsure of themselves and what they should be doing, because what came to mind was truly unthinkable to Rupa if not for both. Till finally, overcoming the awkwardness, the patriarch broke the ice.

"Your doctor asked you to get someone's help. Let me be the one, let me relieve you of the pain in the manner necessary," he said, his voice hoarse and shaking. It was obvious to Rupa what that implied, and she was red in the face, shaking her head in refusal, out of shame. She wished she could hide her face.

Vijay Thakur gripped her arm with one hand while the other hand still held one breast. Then, very sternly he spoke out, "Bahu ... this is not the time to feel shy." Whatever resistance Rupa had in her was lost against this steely voice. She surrendered.

Continuing to look deeply into her eyes Vijay Thakur had brought his face on to the swollen nipples resting on her luscious breasts, brushing his thick lips over both for a while. Then, still looking at her, he took in a nipple in his parted lips, holding it in a soft grip before pressing it mildly. Rupa watched in amazement when the man started the process of drawing out the milk from that one breast in his mouth.

The exercise was taking time, as he held and pulled, squeezed and pumped on Rupa's breast with his lips and tongue, but the milk still showed no sign of giving relief to the hapless girl. This endless playing on her breasts, however, gave enormous pleasure to her and she loved it even though the pain lingered. Occasionally she moaned, despite the pain that remained. The patriarch looked surprised. He was dismayed and ashamed at his own failure, as if it was his fault that he could not draw out the milk. His face projected that of a man defeated, and with all his pride drowned in disgrace.

Rupa felt sorry for her father-in-law. She would give anything to see the pride return on this fiery man, to see him content and proud of an achievement, as one who has fulfilled his promise. She realised where and why his efforts met little success.

"Babuji, a child draws easily while resting on a mother's lap. May be ...," her voice trailed off into silence, wanting her father-in-law to take the hint. Vijay Thakur's eyes lit up, for he understood instantly. He smiled, acknowledging the unmistakable tip that he received from his bahu with a slight nod of his head.

Rupa, by now, had positioned herself on the bed and sat demurely on the bed, her legs bent backwards at the knees one over the other, her thighs close together so that only her lap invitingly lay in front of her. The patriarch eagerly placed his head on her inviting lap sensually covered with soft fabric of her nightwear.

The sensual bahu quickly placed an arm underneath the head by raising it a bit and letting it rest where she had bent her arm. She was almost cuddling and drawing him within her breast. At the same time, she bent down a bit herself. For a few moments they looked at each other and the expression in each of them was of mutual endearment.

"Babuji!" she whispered emotionally, brushing her soft hands on his cheeks. Then, with almost a husky voice, she uttered, "Let me feed you."

"Bahu!" The patriarch whispered, as eagerly as one who might have waited an eternity for the nectar that was about to be fed.

Rupa was panting and taking deep breaths. Very deftly and caringly, she held a nipple with two of her fingers and pressing the end of the breast she guided it to the waiting, eager, and hungry man's open mouth. The patriarch began to suckle, and the overflowing milk in the breast rushed into the man's mouth. He suckled. Oh! How he suckled! Rupa watched him in amazement. She held his head close to her and let it rest on her bent arm, allowing him to fill his mouth. At the same time, Rupa felt enormous relief in the rapid emptying of her overflowing breast. Vijay Thakur suckled ferociously.

Rupa couldn't control herself. She was filled with emotion and loving care for the one who suckled her breast. She ran her fingers through the patriarch's hair, like she would her child, allowing him to enjoy the milk that he was feeding. A while later, she bent down and planted a kiss on the man's forehead. Rupa wondered if she had done this out of her motherly instincts or out of her rising sexual need and love for the man whom she held to her breasts.

The milk in the right breast soon exhausted. Varun had taken a fair bit out of it earlier till he had stopped, and the patriarch's hungry suckling had emptied it quickly.

"Bahu!" he said in anguish and feeling deprived. He wanted more.

Rupa had quickly repositioned herself, as if she too was eager to feed the man she was holding in her arm. Once she felt comfortable in her new posture and watched the patriarch's head rest easily on her arm, she held her left nipple this time and placed it inside his mouth. Instantly, he started suckling.

She looked at the man's face lovingly, once again brushing his hair with a hand, drawing her own face nearer. The patriarch suckled eagerly but now he started playing with Rupa's right breast from which he had just fed. He teased and pulled on the teat, as if he had found a new toy. At the same time, he had taken his other hand behind his bahu's back, running his thick, rough fingers across the delicate, soft fabric that was her nightwear.

Vijay Thakur's fingers ran down her back slowly. Down, down ... till his fingers could make out the contours of her panties underneath her nightwear where her body began curving into the delicate softness that were her buttocks. Vijay Thakur imagined the nature of the undergarment that hugged his bahu's hips. He would love to see it. He wondered if it was wet.

He ran a finger on the crevasse that ran between the butt curves. Oh god! He remembered what he had secretly witnessed a couple of nights earlier in the toilet. In his wildest imagination he hadn't thought, at that moment, he would be lying on Rupa's laps, suckling her lovely breasts and be running his finger on her rump.

"Oh! Babuji! You have been so kind and caring and I shall not forget how you eased my pain," Rupa blurted suddenly. The man's eyes twinkled on hearing these words, but he went on suckling the breast, as if he didn't want the breast to leave his hungry mouth. His hands continued to play just as they were, may be with a bit more intensity on hearing these words.

"Babuji ... Dddo Do you ...ummm ..like." Rupa was blushing once more, unable to say what she was wanting to.

The patriarch raised his eyebrows questioningly, unable to fathom Rupa's words. And yet, he was neither eager to release the nipple in his mouth to talk.

"Babuji ... I was thinking if you are liking the milk," she was blushing profusely and turned her face away. The man quickly held her face by holding the chins with his big, strong hand. Without releasing the nipple, he nodded his head. But Rupa was not satisfied in the answer and she felt that was evasive. He understood her sentiment, so he released the nipple and spoke.

"Yes Bahu ... I love your milk. It's so sweet and I am sure it's very nutritious ...something that an old man like me can do with every day. Promise me you shall feed me every day Bahu," he said. He had once again taken the nipple in his eager mouth and started suckling busily.

"Yes Babuji, I promise. You shall get your share every night here, in this very room, on your bed," Rupa said sensually.

As the patriarch fed on her nipple and played with the free breast with his hand, Rupa ran her eyes over this rugged, strong, dark man. He had taken off his kurta when Rupa had switched breasts for his feeding and his upper torso was naked. The young bahu looked at Vijay Thakur's manly chest, with thick hair covering most of the top. The hair was mostly black with few streaks of grey. Her eyes curiously went further down towards his flat stomach. But she couldn't see beyond that because the man lay awkwardly, the lower torso bent so that his crotch rested on the bed. To Rupa, he seemed very restless. Rupa now ran her fingers through the hair on the man's broad chest. At this moment Vijay Thakur turned around and he now lay completely on his back, excepting for the portion that was still held by his bahu in her arm.

Fiddling with the patriarch's hair on the chest, Rupa's eyes roamed towards the man's waist and still further down. She beheld an amazing sight. She looked in wonder, her mouth gaping at what she saw, a hand of hers going to her gaping mouth. The dhoti that the patriarch was wearing had bulged beyond belief into a huge tent. Even huge would be an understatement, she thought. Is it possible? She wondered. It can't be true, Rupa said to herself.

The patriarch must have followed his bahu's gaze and seen her gaping with a look of sheer shock and astonishment.

"You know Bahu, there are many things that one believes when the person sees with his or her own eyes. In my life, it has happened many times. Has it ever happened to you?" the patriarch asked.

Rupa couldn't fully understand why he had said this. She had quickly turned her face away from the 'bulge' the moment she had heard his voice.

"I cannot follow you Babuji," she said innocently.

"You really can't? Must I make it simpler?" he said gravely.

"Babuji..I ..." she still couldn't comprehend.

"Very well then," the patriarch said, "I'll make it easier and say in the language that you'll understand. Do you want me to take off my dhoti, bahu?" he whispered into Rupa's ears.

"Babujiiii!" Rupa had covered her face with both hands now that they were free with the patriarch's head resting on her lap.

"Don't feel shy, do it yourself Bahu. Confirm if what you see is just a figment of imagination or a joyous and naked reality that your mind craves for?" he asked gravely.

Rupa had frozen like a statue. She didn't make a move.

"Touch it!" the patriarch said seriously and expecting strict obedience. Rupa could hardly believe what her father-in-law was demanding through just these two words. Torn between the obvious thought of what would be a strictly 'forbidden' relationship and yet shaking in both disbelief and excitement, Rupa waited. She was a young bahu, many girls wouldn't have possibly married at this blossoming age, who waited anxiously for what would follow. The patriarch who stared at her, sucking in her juicy youth with his lustful stares, was no other than her elderly, respectable, authoritative father-in-law.

"Touch it, Bahu!" The patriarch hissed again. This was no request ... it was a command and Rupa knew that she would have to obey. She wanted to obey. Yet Rupa hesitated.

"Babuji" she couldn't hide her uneasiness ... but there was no hint of reluctance. If she waited now it was because she needed an assurance, an assurance from someone to relieve her of this rising sense of guilt.

But the patriarch was insistent. He squeezed her breasts harder, pinched the nipples and pulled on them even while he came nearer to his bahu. He was impatient for what he wanted from his sweet bahu. He didn't wait further, he couldn't. Holding the soft, tender hands of his youthful bahu, he drew it and was pushing it down his hairy chest. At the same time, the intensity of mauling and moulding her breasts became harder. Rupa was truly embarrassed. Her respectable Babuji was not hiding his lust for her. Insistently, he was drawing the hand nearer and nearer to the spot where he wanted.

Rupa made one last attempt of denial. She drew her hand away before she could be made to 'touch' the hardness.

"Babuji, No - this is not right - I am your bahu!" she cried in vain. But the patriarch was in no mood to relent. He was not going to accept any explanation. Rather, he countered her with a bit of sarcasm.

"And is it right for your Sasur (father-in-law) to suck milk from your breasts?" he was almost scorning her.

Rupa blushed, for she knew how blatantly the man had questioned her hesitation and refusal. Her hypocrisy was being glaringly pointed out. If she had allowed him to suck from her breasts, how could it be sinful if she touched that growing, throbbing manhood? That's what the patriarch was imputing. Rupa tried to explain, reminding him of his son and how he would feel if he ever knew about this.

But Vijay Thakur simply brushed her reasoning away. He was in no mood to accept any explanation. Even her fears that others might get to know was met with an assurance that their relation would remain confined within the privacy of their rooms - two rooms that seemed to have almost merged into a sprawling playground for an erotic couple about to let themselves be free of any inhibition whatsoever.

The patriarch couldn't wait any more. His rough, rugged and rural hand held her fingers and drew them down, past his flat stomach and without much ado, placed it on the stiff, hard, length of meat which was almost bursting and crying for freedom.

Her arm stretched by force, a shaking, frightened, unbelieving bahu placed a soft hand on the looming bulge of her father-in-law. The moment of touch was electrifying for both. He, because most possibly, he was already in a high degree of excitement for this touch and this expressed itself by an immediate throbbing reaction. And she also, because it instantly jumped and stretched underneath the dhoti that tried to bind it within the coarse fabric of his dhoti.

Oh my god! Rupa thought. Whatever organ could be so big, so thick, so hard and so alive? She could sense the girth and the length of the hidden shaft by touch alone. The first touch had only aggravated her curiosity and she was now eager to part the covering and see the naked organ with her curious eyes. She had to be convinced that any man could be so virile, so excited and so much of a 'mard'(virile man) to possess something that she could not ever imagine in the wildest stretch of her imagination. It was absolutely exhilarating and thrilling to Rupa. She couldn't hide her amazed look of sheer surprise.

 

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"Babuji ... Ohh Ma! You are huge!" she exclaimed incredulously, but her eyes were full of lust. It was impossible, she thought. No one, no man could have such a big organ. She had pulled her hand away, but the patriarch was quick to bring back her soft hand on it again. Yet, she still couldn't make herself clasp the hard shaft. She was just touching it softly, still ashamed to release her lust. Till the patriarch placed his hand on hers, forcing her to clasp the thick girth of his organ. Rupa shivered in excitement. Oh my god! She thought. Her entire body was now awake, and she lusted for something so terrifyingly beautiful.

"Babuji!Babuji! You are so big," she cried like a little girl who has found a toy.

The patriarch felt proud yet enquired if she had ever seen anything like this and Rupa vehemently shook her head. He made her run her hands over the length, confirming what she had said. He could make out how much his bahu was aroused, as she shivered in excitement and small moans escaped her.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed a now delirious bahu and then shyly whispered, "Babujii, yours is much bigger than his!"

"But you haven't seen it as yet," the patriarch said, "Feel it, Bahu! See it and find out for yourself, don't leave anything to doubt." Vijay Thakur raised her chin and looked into her passionate, lustful eyes. Yes, he wanted her just like that - aroused, craving, passionate with her needs soaring. Vijay Thakur was sure that she was at that stage.

Just then, just as the tall strong man shifted his position, the dhoti that covered the organ moved away, parting a bit to give space to a dark, thick, wet, oozing bulbous head. It shimmered even in the soft shades of the light inside the room. The air around them had only one smell - the musky, sweetly pungent smell of the man's prodigious organ. She blushed at a thought. The mirth and giggles that she and her friends indulged in whenever the male organ came in as their topic of discussion.

But these thoughts were more in a lighter vein. The patriarch gave her no time to dilute the built-up desires that had engulfed them both. He squeezed her breasts, kneading them hard and pulling on them. Each action pushed Rupa further into a crazy need and she stared at the organ's peeping bulbous head, most of which hidden underneath. Suddenly, she was aware that the man was watching her staring at this amazing organ. The young bahu was more than ashamed. She quickly turned his head on to his breasts, covering his face and eyes so that prevented him for watching his aroused bahu. The man understood, and he raised and lowered himself on the bed as Rupa held on to his engorged phallus.

Rupa could not hold herself any more. She had lost the last semblance of her inhibition and shyness.

"Babujiiii," a voice that carried lust, need, desire escaped from the lips of a deeply aroused Rupa.

"Yes bahu?" the patriarch was just as eager to know what the sweet little thing wanted.

"Babuji, may I part the dhoti fully? I am eager to see this huge thing that you possess," Rupa said. Her deep need was making her bold and she knew that there was no point in being coquettish at this stage. She had to have this extraordinary cock as she could, and shyness would only deprive her of fulfilling her need.

"Of course, bahu! You must, and you will. I know how much you have been waiting to see it uncovered. Last night, when I awoke, you were intently seeing the 'tent'. You think I didn't see that? It is yours, you shall have it. Go on, open my dhoti fully and see for yourself - see if it pleases you! And do you know what you should address it as?" He smiled naughtily.

"Babujiiii!" Rupa felt ashamed.

"Rupa bahu! Don't feel ashamed. I will be honest - I too desired you." The patriarch said seriously now.

"Saachh(Really), Babuji?" Rupa uttered.

"Yes! Remember, ever since your 'sas'(mother-in-law) died, I have waited and waited, wanting the warmth of someone young." Vijay Thakur pointed a figure towards his penis and continued, "It is starved, remember that. It can't wait for your attention - give it NOW!" He looked at his bahu with unhidden lust.

Rupa bent down and, impatiently, fidgeted with the knots of the dhoti to free it. When she failed to untie the clumsy length of cloth, she looked at her father-in-law helplessly, imploringly.

"Babujii! I can't."

"Very well then," the patriarch had said before he began untying the knot, "but do you know what this is known as? It's called 'lund'," and then went on to repeat it aloud, "LUND...LUND ... and you can call it that when you are with me. No, no Bahu, ... don't feel shy. I would love to hear it from your lips."

The patriarch then went on to deftly open the knot and, to his surprise, an unusual but wild Rupa almost tore off the dhoti to free what was lurking so ominously from inside.

To say it was mammoth would be an understatement. It was something the likes of which Rupa, the young bahu, had never seen nor heard before. Nor could she imagine that anyone could be endowed physically with such an organ. It was dark, almost black, it was mean looking, it was frightening but ... it was stupendous! At that stage of hardness, it was surely eight inches long, guessed Rupa. But it was its girth that fascinated her. How thick was it, Rupa pondered? At least two and a half inches? Or was it three? She stared at the crooked mushroom on top that made it look even menacingly thicker. Yet, to Rupa it looked gorgeous, befitting a 'mard'. Thick, deep veins encircled the shaft, carrying the much-needed blood to give it life.

Rupa gaped at it as if in a trance. At its tip she saw the unrestrained, dripping pre-cum... on to the bed sheet, or onto her hands - the very precum that gave this musky, obnoxious odour around her. And this huge length of meat was throbbing right in front of her gaping eyes. This could only belong to a virile man, one who must be having the sexual prowess of a sturdy horse. Rupa knew she was in love with it the moment she saw the entire naked organ. She wanted to possess it, own it as her own, speak and make love to it.

Just below the length of meat dangled two of the most perfect orbs, much bigger than that of her husband, and covered by his public hair. Oh my god! Everything was driving Rupa crazy. How much sperms would these orbs hold within them? An unreasonable thought of getting impregnated with his seeds floated through her mind instantly. She turned away the thought as absurd, but it came back knocking in her mind. How crazy really was she to even imagine have the man's sperms in her receptive womb, she thought naively.

Rupa couldn't hide her feelings for the throbbing, pulsating phallus anymore. She found it irresistible and certainly beyond containment. Oh god! Eager to hold this stupendous edifice she bent down to be as near to it as she wanted. As she did so, the intoxicating aroma invaded her sense of smell and she could only inhale to her heart's delight, savouring the surrounding odour again and again! Oh! How she loved the smell of this manly cock. She held it with both her hands, dainty hands that looked so small beside it. She held it straight, like a tower that stood out from his groin while he lay on the bed. She was taking deep breaths, as she kept looking at stiff, vibrant shaft.

"Babuji!" Hers was the voice of a passionate, desirous bahu that beckoned the rugged man who lay on the bed.

"Yes bahu?" The patriarch was equally eager to know.

Rupa remained silent at his response for she was far too engrossed in the live, throbbing, monstrous 'lund' that she held in her hands. And she had, without the slightest hesitation but in sheer desire, touched the wet tip with her lips, soft moans leading her on. The patriarch sat mesmerized, watching the young bahu as she outpoured her aroused sensuality on the cock-head. In moments, the sticky juices made those pouting lips glossy, turning her into an extremely sensuous, desirable and erotic woman. Rupa's entire body was now simmering unrestrained in need and lust - just what the patriarch wanted her to be.

As she held the manly organ in her hands and brushed her soft lips over the oozing wet tip Rupa could feel an enormous transformation about to take place within herself. It was as if she was born only to be this man's woman in every sense - for love, for sex and even to bear him a child from his seeds. True she was the wife of Ajay Thakur and had borne him a son. Equally true was the fact that the man lying on the bed was the patriarch and head of the family.

To Rupa the reality of being a dutiful wife and daughter-in-law seemed to have receded to the background. What loomed in her mind, in a big way, was that she now belonged only to her rugged, manly father-in-law. Not just an innocent, demure bahu to a respected father-in-law and all the inmates of this somewhat rich family, but someone special to this man.

From now on, Rupa realised, she was to be a bahu in a much more intimate, romantic, erotic sense to this one man who headed a compact family. She could now almost visualise herself as a wife - for she would share his bedroom, a sex object - for she was certain of the man's insatiable appetite for it, even perhaps a slut to this 'mard' of a man, the one whom she called Babuji from the first day of her marriage. She blushed just thinking about this. What did they call such girls? Randi(whore)... oh my god, she was red in the face, but the thought brought a tingling sensation in her crotch.

Relentlessly, the man was mauling one of her breasts while he suckled insanely on the other that was now nearly empty. His mouth was still on it, trying to extract more out of her fully drained breasts. Such show of intense desire and passion was too much for the coquettish yet lustful bahu, and she could hardly contain herself. She circled the tip of her thumb along the tip of his cock with a purpose, almost forcing more of the sticky, slimy juice to escape and ooze out unhindered. Her head was on it instantly, deeply breathing in the strong musky smell that intoxicated her. God! How she had been ignorant of this intoxicating aroma when it was available so near to her, right from the day of her wedding.

She felt elated and insanely happy now. For at least six months she would have as much of this man and his magnificent dark 'cock' whenever she wanted. No, she rethought, not whenever she wanted, for that was not possible as a bahu of this family. But, certainly, every night in the privacy of these two rooms that was theirs, hers and her Babuji!

Rupa's lips were on this throbbing organ again, such was her passion for it. She inhaled the maleness again and again, stared at the mushroom head that ballooned enormously like a crown, befitting the organ of this one man who was her sasur (father-in-law). Throbbing and alive, it seemed so very purposeful in what it wanted. Just then she looked up and a strand of sticky juice stretched from the tip of the 'lund' to her lips. It was like a binding thread between the two ...between lund and lips, between a manly sasur and sexy bahu, both now in irreversible heat once their reservations and inhibitions on this forbidden relationship had been won over and overcome.

Vijay Thakur pulled his attention off her breasts to peek at what was happening down below. In his wildest imagination he couldn't have imagined what he now saw. Seema's face was flushed with arousal, her hair strewn all over her pretty face. She was holding him in her hands, body bent towards his crotch and face swooping down on his cock. Like a hawk, her eyes were transfixed on the object of her desire. Soon, the sexy nymph had her lips were grounded on to the tip of that enormous length of hardened meat. Her lips were barely spread out, and yet engulfed the wet crown that was coated with his pre-cum and some of her own drool.

She swayed her lips and face while keeping the shaft steady, coating her lips with a luminous spread of the slimy gloss. She closed her lips once and kissed the slit, paying reverence to the lingam (penis). Then, for moments she drew away her face while the organ remained in her hands.

With her lips drawn away from the man's cock she shyly stole a glance at the patriarch. She found him restless, now that her lips were not touching the tip of his enraged penis. It was obvious that he found it unbearable the moment Rupa withdrew the touch of her soft lips from his manly cock. His eyes imploringly looked at his bahu, almost begging her to plant her lips on it again. He stroked her unkempt hair caringly, wanting her to revert to where she was.

Rupa felt a bit mischievous and she brought about a naughty smile of denial by shaking her head, almost teasingly and playfully, like a young girl. The excited Vijay Thakur implored once again, but Rupa giggled and shook her head in denial again. The first refusal was gently coaxed with another push at her temple, which expressed the man's urgency without being unduly rough or forceful. Rupa playfully shook her head again and she was surprised at her own ability at denial when she had all along been afraid of her father-in-law.

"Nahin (No), Nahin (No) ..." She giggled mirthfully, her pearly teeth in full display.

But Vijay Thakur was insane in need. He was in no stage to wait any further. Rupa felt his strong hands around her neck, then gripping the strands of her lustrous hair in his hand and bending her down to the man's imposing organ. She attempted another act of denial, but her face was almost on the precum coated tip. She opened her mouth and rounded her lips on the bulbous head, coating her lips generously.

Rupa couldn't proceed further. Not that she didn't want to, she most certainly did. But she was being guided more by the past, by how much she had proceeded with her husband Ajay Thakur who couldn't really boast of retention and would invariably spill very soon after Rupa's lips or tongue played with the tip. She now hesitated to take more of the organ into her mouth. The patriarch forcefully held her head to his throbbing organ, but she resisted for a while till she pulled away.

"Babuji ...Nahi (No)," she pleaded.

"Bahu ... Karona (please do it)," the patriarch urged, his words full of lust and drowned in his passion.

"Nahi Babuji ..No .. No... I ..,"she was begging the man to stop.

"Why not Bahu?" The patriarch might have been surprised at this passionate woman's sudden baulking. He was certain that they had been engulfed in their own raging fire. One that could only be doused with ultimate consummation.

"With Ajay Thakur it was possible ... But Babuji, my mouth is small, and I won't be able to take in fully what you possess ...," Rupa blurted out the reason for her denial.

Vijay Thakur took over a more active role after this disclosure. Partly, it led to an expression of love between the two, with the patriarch goading and teaching his sweet sexy bahu, softly urging her to let go her fear, assuring her that he wouldn't rush or push but that her wet mouth should be receptive to what he gave, that in the end she would be able to take in the full length of his manly cock. Rupa too, like an obedient lover, followed his guidance by opening her lips wider and wider, allowing the enormous 'thing' into the warm wetness of her mouth. But she had doubted her ability to do so in the beginning.

"Slowly Bahu, don't rush to take in more than you can! Little at a time ...yes, yes... you are doing fine ... don't stop sucking ... that's it ...go on sucking, yesss," each of her action was being prompted by the patriarch while he stroked her head in assurance.

As Rupa obeyed her father-in-law she found the taste immensely to her liking. Her eyes closed, and she immersed in thoughts of the man and his manhood, the one that he desired her to call 'lund'.

Few inches in, it choked her when it hit her throat and she almost gagged before pulling out suddenly, gasping for breath. She withdrew quickly, and her lips remained parted. The slimy mixture of the man's precum and her own saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth on to the cock, giving it a more menacing look.

"Are you ok Bahu? Don't rush, wait and take your breath,"Vijay Thakur's words were reassuring but gave Rupa the much needed confidence.

"Yes Babuji, I am ok. Just taking my breath," she smiled and coughed, and the patriarch got a whiff of his own pre-cum from her mouth.

Rupa still held his organ, holding on to it as if it was the most precious thing to her. Her mouth might have failed but her soft hands hadn't. She would never part with it, never. Her breasts dangled underneath the sheer nightie that she wore, a breast fully exposed for view with the nipple sitting prettily. Her hair was partly dishevelled and covering a bit of her beautiful face. Her eyes showed her wanton desires without a shred of her earlier inhibition. Indeed, she was the very epitome of what the patriarch might have craved for a long, long time. Rupa looked at the man and she couldn't deny that she wanted to be entirely his in every way.

The patriarch guided her once again to his thick shaft, patting her on the back of her neck softly before mildly pushing her down. Rupa didn't wait, for she wanted to have her lips and mouth on it just as much. Without any hesitation she opened her mouth and took in the coated mushroom. Her lips encircled the girth and she looked up to see the man staring at her intently and admiringly. What was going on through the man's mind, she wondered. She wanted to give the man utmost pleasure and wished in her heart that he would have the same feelings of possessing her and making her his own.

Rupa sucked for endless moments. On and on she went, sometimes taking the organ out of her mouth and licking the shaft from base to tip and sometimes just twirling her tongue over and over the tip to further arouse the man.

"Oh Babuji! I love your ... your ... 'thing'..." She couldn't bring herself to call it as Vijay Thakur had wanted, trying to stammer her way out.

But Vijay Thakur would have nothing of it.

"No, Bahu. It has a name, remember? I want you to whisper its name, get used to calling it that," the patriarch wanted to enforce.

Shyly, hesitatingly, Rupa had to obey her father-in-law.

"Babuji! I love your lund, believe me ... Oh! I love it so much. And the taste ...the taste is so pleasing for me," she cried.

Frankly, the patriarch had never witnessed such open and unrestrained sucking in the past. His bahu could hear his groans as he twisted and shook on the bed and Rupa felt happy that she could give the pleasure that the patriarch wanted. They would have so many nights to enjoy one another and give to each other. It would be the ultimate in erotic sex. She was sure of that.

Suddenly, Rupa let the organ out of her mouth. Her lips and much of her cheeks and chin were wet with the man's slimy juice as she sat up to bring her face near the patriarch. Her need was urgent.

"Kiss me, make me yours," she said boldly now. She was no more hesitant. The time for shyness and respect was over. They were both erotic lovers now, wanting each other and that is how they would behave from now onwards... at least in the privacy of this room.

Vijay Thakur stretched his big strong hands and pulled her into his broad chest, squeezing and crushing her within those strong arms. A hand gripped her back while another rested on her buttocks to pull her further into him. He looked down at her once, at the pair of very wet lips and mouth that reeked of his own precum, cheeks wet and glistening. He found her irresistible and hot, a woman whose every nerve and fibre emitted sex and desire. At first, he kissed her softly, just brushing the wet lips before raw passion gave way. Each of them could hold back no more. Passionately they kissed, their tongues searching each other, each enjoying their first kiss of union.

"Babuji ... Babuji ..." the panting bahu was uncontrolled, "oh Babuji ... I want you so much...take me, make me yours."

"Oh! My sweet bahu, ... my very own," the patriarch said passionately and seriously.

"Babuji, I have missed so much in my marriage till now that I want to explore everything with you. Will you make me yours? I dream of being a wife and a lover to you. I wish I could bear you a child born out of your healthy seeds. Oh! Please! Take out whatever erotic passion that your bahu possesses, for she wants to give to you whatever she has hid till now," Rupa was blurting out without the slightest hesitancy now.

She held his face with both her hands and showered the patriarch with wild, passionate kisses as her breasts pushed into his chest. She was truly aroused and would give anything for the man within whose arms she lay cuddled.

Rupa was filled with overwhelming love for the patriarch as he held her face with both his strong, big hands. His words, ones that expressed his concurrence to what his bahu had wished, rung in her ears like a wonderful piece of music. She was elated that the man would fulfil all that she craved to be for him.