My Father in law with me-My husbend is out of station

 

I want to narrate an experience of mine which I had with my father-in-law. I am a 25 year old woman. I’ve been married since one year. Of course, it’s an arranged marriage. My husband works in a private company and I am a house wife. My father-in-law is a widower. He lost his wife long back. Anyone could easily find out on seeing him that he is starved, I mean sexually.

For about a year we were a happy couple, we toured around many places, hanged out well, everything was fine. It was off late that I noticed changes. A lot of changes, primarily in our relationship. Sex was boring and ordinary and sort of a routine ritual. I needed some spice in it. Also, there was a notable change in the way my father-in-law saw me. I noticed a change in the way he looked at me, the areas he stared at. In particular his eyes were peeking at my bouncing breasts and my shaky ass when I moved around the house. Well, I don’t like to boast about myself but I am not bad in those departments. My breasts are firm enough and protruding, almost an invitation to grab them and squeeze them hard. I normally wore sarees at home, mostly casual cotton ones, occasionally I appeared in those silky ones which were more transparent and clinging to my body, showing off my curves. He used to star at my boobs, and my cleavage, especially when I bent down. My saree ‘palloo’ goes slightly off the place, giving him a view of my cleavage and my melons. While serving him food, I stand near him and bend whenever I need to put food in his plate, he would never miss a chance to look at my hidden treasures, but he always does that in a clever way as if he is Mr. Innocent and knew nothing. I stand almost inches near to him, his face near to my breasts. He can see my navel and my clothed breasts up close. I could notice him throwing glances at my body. I thought it was common for any guy to do so, taking into consideration my looks, I’m not joking.

Then came a time when my husband had to go out of station on some training purpose. He said he would return in about 10-15 days. For my father-in-law this felt like what a hungry, starving voyager lost in a desert would feel when he finds an Oasis. His acts became bolder. He gave stares which were obvious. One day he asked me to help him in taking his bath; he said he wanted me to clean his back for him. I agreed. He sat in his shorts; I entered the bathroom, I was wearing a cotton saree. HE asked me to give him a head bath. I turned on the shower and though I took precautions not to get wet, I couldn’t, I got wet partially. I was applying shampoo to him, standing in front of him. His face was straight in front of my breasts. My saree got wet and my blouse was clearly visible along with the contents inside it. He could trace the shape of my breasts, size and the location of the nipples. I tied my saree to a side, in such a way that my navel area was exposed. I was sure it was a feast for him, but I continued. I was rubbing his head applying shampoo. It was moving to and fro in such a way that it almost touched my breasts in that process. It was steaming hot in the bathroom and I was wet partly due the water and partly due to my sweat. He could feel the aroma emanating from me. I got carried away and I was moving his head more and more into me, I was letting his face touch my breasts. It was a see-saw movement, his face was kissing my breasts, I was literally crushing his face into my breasts. He must have felt the softness of my boobs. He laid his face buried in them, almost restless and just my hands were moving. Few minutes later I regained my senses and moved away from him. I finished the cleaning work soon. I got a towel and I was wiping his head. Again his face was pushed into my breasts while I dried his hair with a towel. I was applying force to dry so he had to hold me for support. He laid his hands on my stomach, above my hips and caught me. He was laying both hands on me, taking full support from his hand grip on my tummy area. He was pressing me hard. I was dumb struck for a few moments. I finished that work soon, before it went too far.