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Forbidden Desires – 1
Hello everyone my name is Usha, I am 27 years old and married to Daya who is 30 years old and we have a 5-year-old son. My husband is a businessman and he deals in import-exports and travels twice a month.
We stay with our in-laws. My father-in-law Prasad is 61 years old and mother-in-law Leela is 55 years old. Before anyone jumps to conclusions, my bedroom life is satisfactory and I have no complaints.
Compared to the stories I have read here, I would call my bedroom life surely better than average. Yes, we do only vanilla missionary sex but we did it consistently once every week on Sunday night.
Foreplay was limited to Daya sucking my nipples on rare occasions and I was very content with that and my knowledge of foreplay too ended at that. After that was 3-5 minutes of pumping action, enough to make me climax with him.
So I was very satisfied with my married life, so about my in-laws, my FIL is a very calm and composed man while my MIL is the exact opposite. She breathes down my neck from morning till night finding faults in almost everything I do or don’t do.
I even had to switch my clothes to super conservative type because she had a problem with that too. I only wear sarees now because I love it and it is currently my only best option. Before marriage I used to wear jeans, long skirts with t-shirts/tops and sarees only on special occasions.
My sarees were always tied way below my navel. I have a flat waist and love to flaunt it when I can. I am 34E-24-36 and have tear drop shaped breasts, I wear push up bras only because it makes my bust look bigger and very sexy as Daya describes it and loves it too.
My butt is curvy and firm despite marriage and childbirth. Even on the day of my marriage my saree was tied low waist. But from the very next day, it all changed because of my MIL’s incessant taunts. I was ordered to wear it such that I exposed minimum waistline and flesh.
All my deep neck and open back blouses went into cold storage as well, for the same reason. Thankfully Daya was very supportive and once inside the bedroom, he let me wear what I want. My FIL who I also call dad/ daddy was equally supportive and understood the challenges every time my MIL was around.
He was always the only one to pacify me after each time my MIL gave me an earful. I really liked him for his unwavering support and understanding because all day he was the only one at home besides her.
There were many occasions when me and dad used to be alone like in the kitchen away from my MIL. Those times he never missed a chance to appreciate and compliment me and my skills. After Daya came back from work, MIL would not tell me anything.
Instead she would be all gaga over him and the hard work he was doing. Last year my MIL developed multiple health complications due to obesity. To give you perspective, if I said she was fat as a potato then it would be an insult to the potato.
If I called her fat as a hippo, then that would be an understatement, I hope you get the picture. So after a few months of frequent hospitalization, she passed. The atmosphere at home was gloomy for obvious reasons with Daya and my FIL trying to get over the loss.
Daya took longer because he was mama’s boy. I too felt bad but also felt relieved at the same time. I was happy to get back my freedom at last. A few months later I changed back into my former dressing so I could entice Daya often like before my marriage.
My blouses were back to deep necks and deep backs and my sarees were tied low waist showcasing my flat waist. I made this transition gradually, carefully watching out for any objectionable signs from Daya or dad. Neither of them said anything about it.
I was so happy and enjoyed my new found freedom thoroughly. Dad said “Usha these sarees suit you better than the earlier ones”. I said “Daddy, you know how much mummy hated seeing me wear them”.
He said “well Usha now there is no one to taunt you. So do as you please. Wear whatever that makes you happy”. I thanked him and went about my chores. Sadly, my deep neck and open back blouses did not have any effect on Daya.
I had been reading lots of erotic stories and my sex drive was increasing day by day. Now my weekly dose of sex with Daya seemed insufficient but there was nothing I could do about it. Hence I settled with fingering in my bathroom.
Daya remained totally oblivious to my clothes as if nothing had changed. But at the same time I observed dad looking me up more often. Even when I stepped out of the house, I had men ogling my boobs and butt. This public attention made me feel good and alive again like before marriage days.
At the same time daddy’s stares on my big boobs and butt felt weird because I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. On every opportunity he would lustily stare at my cleavage especially when I bent forward to serve him.
One day, dad called me to his bedroom. When I entered, I found him sitting on his bed sifting thru family jewelry. He took a gold chain and said “Usha it is customary for us to give this to our daughter-in-law. But I am not sure why my wife did not give it to you till now. Here take this”.
Now jewelry is every woman’s dream and weakness. I was on cloud nine holding that beautiful thick gold chain in my hands. Dad said “please wear it now Usha so I can see how it looks on you”. I excitedly tried to tie it around my neck but was struggling.
Dad burst out laughing hysterically looking at me. He motioned me to come closer which I eagerly did. I thought he was going to help me tie it around my neck. He took the necklace from my hand and without asking me, he dropped my saree pallu off my shoulders baring my deep cleavage to him.
I was too shocked and frozen at this sudden event to do anything. He held me by my waist pulling me closer, so close that I was standing between his open legs with my chest just centimeters from his face. He leaned forward and put the chain around my waist.
This resulted in his cheeks brushing against my under boobs and then my naked waist while his hands felt up my waist all around. This sent lightning jolts of shivers thru my body. So let me tell you, my waist and especially my belly button is one of my super sensitive zones.
Daya plays with it sometimes to get me wet and aroused quickly before penetration. My mind was yelling that this is so wrong… because I was experiencing pleasures with my FIL which I should have only gotten from my hubby.
But at the same time, my body was on fire due to his touching… I had never felt so good and aroused before like this… maybe because Daya did not do it as nicely as his daddy was doing. Dad tied the chain around my waist feeling all of it up liberally with his hands.
Then he positioned the lock exactly where my belly button was. He said “wow, you look beautiful Usha”. Then he held my waist as if trying to turn my around and I turned as if under his hypnotic spell. His hands continued lingering on my waist as I turned.
I was finding it difficult to hide my own arousal and heavy breathing now. After dad had got a good look all around, he took my fallen saree pallu and draped it back over my shoulder. I said “this looks very expensive dad, thank you”.
He replied “you are worth it Usha. This looks more exquisite around your beautiful waist”. I left from there overjoyed and rushed straight to my dresser to take a look at myself in the mirror. The chain looked really beautiful, this was the first time I was wearing one.
I had seen it in many Indian movies and wondered how it would feel like to wear one for real. Then the wetness between my legs reminded me rush to my bed to quickly finger myself.
Despite the taboo, dad’s touch on my waist and the accidental brush of his face on my boobs and bare waist overwhelmed me with my arousal. I could not believe that I was now fingering myself thinking about my father-in-law.
I was writhing like crazy on my bed squeezing my big boobs over my blouse. My fingers were in overdrive in my gushing pussy making squishy sounds. This was the first time I was experiencing so much pleasures.
This time my orgasm was so intense and strong that I might have subconsciously moaned aloud. When I opened my eyes, I accidentally looked in the mirror opposite.
To be continued…
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Hello everyone my name is Usha, I am 27 years old and married to Daya who is 30 years old and we have a 5-year-old son. My husband is a businessman and he deals in import-exports and travels twice a month.
We stay with our in-laws. My father-in-law Prasad is 61 years old and mother-in-law Leela is 55 years old. Before anyone jumps to conclusions, my bedroom life is satisfactory and I have no complaints.
Compared to the stories I have read here, I would call my bedroom life surely better than average. Yes, we do only vanilla missionary sex but we did it consistently once every week on Sunday night.
Foreplay was limited to Daya sucking my nipples on rare occasions and I was very content with that and my knowledge of foreplay too ended at that. After that was 3-5 minutes of pumping action, enough to make me climax with him.
So I was very satisfied with my married life, so about my in-laws, my FIL is a very calm and composed man while my MIL is the exact opposite. She breathes down my neck from morning till night finding faults in almost everything I do or don’t do.
I even had to switch my clothes to super conservative type because she had a problem with that too. I only wear sarees now because I love it and it is currently my only best option. Before marriage I used to wear jeans, long skirts with t-shirts/tops and sarees only on special occasions.
My sarees were always tied way below my navel. I have a flat waist and love to flaunt it when I can. I am 34E-24-36 and have tear drop shaped breasts, I wear push up bras only because it makes my bust look bigger and very sexy as Daya describes it and loves it too.
My butt is curvy and firm despite marriage and childbirth. Even on the day of my marriage my saree was tied low waist. But from the very next day, it all changed because of my MIL’s incessant taunts. I was ordered to wear it such that I exposed minimum waistline and flesh.
All my deep neck and open back blouses went into cold storage as well, for the same reason. Thankfully Daya was very supportive and once inside the bedroom, he let me wear what I want. My FIL who I also call dad/ daddy was equally supportive and understood the challenges every time my MIL was around.
He was always the only one to pacify me after each time my MIL gave me an earful. I really liked him for his unwavering support and understanding because all day he was the only one at home besides her.
There were many occasions when me and dad used to be alone like in the kitchen away from my MIL. Those times he never missed a chance to appreciate and compliment me and my skills. After Daya came back from work, MIL would not tell me anything.
Instead she would be all gaga over him and the hard work he was doing. Last year my MIL developed multiple health complications due to obesity. To give you perspective, if I said she was fat as a potato then it would be an insult to the potato.
If I called her fat as a hippo, then that would be an understatement, I hope you get the picture. So after a few months of frequent hospitalization, she passed. The atmosphere at home was gloomy for obvious reasons with Daya and my FIL trying to get over the loss.
Daya took longer because he was mama’s boy. I too felt bad but also felt relieved at the same time. I was happy to get back my freedom at last. A few months later I changed back into my former dressing so I could entice Daya often like before my marriage.
My blouses were back to deep necks and deep backs and my sarees were tied low waist showcasing my flat waist. I made this transition gradually, carefully watching out for any objectionable signs from Daya or dad. Neither of them said anything about it.
I was so happy and enjoyed my new found freedom thoroughly. Dad said “Usha these sarees suit you better than the earlier ones”. I said “Daddy, you know how much mummy hated seeing me wear them”.
He said “well Usha now there is no one to taunt you. So do as you please. Wear whatever that makes you happy”. I thanked him and went about my chores. Sadly, my deep neck and open back blouses did not have any effect on Daya.
I had been reading lots of erotic stories and my sex drive was increasing day by day. Now my weekly dose of sex with Daya seemed insufficient but there was nothing I could do about it. Hence I settled with fingering in my bathroom.
Daya remained totally oblivious to my clothes as if nothing had changed. But at the same time I observed dad looking me up more often. Even when I stepped out of the house, I had men ogling my boobs and butt. This public attention made me feel good and alive again like before marriage days.
At the same time daddy’s stares on my big boobs and butt felt weird because I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. On every opportunity he would lustily stare at my cleavage especially when I bent forward to serve him.
One day, dad called me to his bedroom. When I entered, I found him sitting on his bed sifting thru family jewelry. He took a gold chain and said “Usha it is customary for us to give this to our daughter-in-law. But I am not sure why my wife did not give it to you till now. Here take this”.
Now jewelry is every woman’s dream and weakness. I was on cloud nine holding that beautiful thick gold chain in my hands. Dad said “please wear it now Usha so I can see how it looks on you”. I excitedly tried to tie it around my neck but was struggling.
Dad burst out laughing hysterically looking at me. He motioned me to come closer which I eagerly did. I thought he was going to help me tie it around my neck. He took the necklace from my hand and without asking me, he dropped my saree pallu off my shoulders baring my deep cleavage to him.
I was too shocked and frozen at this sudden event to do anything. He held me by my waist pulling me closer, so close that I was standing between his open legs with my chest just centimeters from his face. He leaned forward and put the chain around my waist.
This resulted in his cheeks brushing against my under boobs and then my naked waist while his hands felt up my waist all around. This sent lightning jolts of shivers thru my body. So let me tell you, my waist and especially my belly button is one of my super sensitive zones.
Daya plays with it sometimes to get me wet and aroused quickly before penetration. My mind was yelling that this is so wrong… because I was experiencing pleasures with my FIL which I should have only gotten from my hubby.
But at the same time, my body was on fire due to his touching… I had never felt so good and aroused before like this… maybe because Daya did not do it as nicely as his daddy was doing. Dad tied the chain around my waist feeling all of it up liberally with his hands.
Then he positioned the lock exactly where my belly button was. He said “wow, you look beautiful Usha”. Then he held my waist as if trying to turn my around and I turned as if under his hypnotic spell. His hands continued lingering on my waist as I turned.
I was finding it difficult to hide my own arousal and heavy breathing now. After dad had got a good look all around, he took my fallen saree pallu and draped it back over my shoulder. I said “this looks very expensive dad, thank you”.
He replied “you are worth it Usha. This looks more exquisite around your beautiful waist”. I left from there overjoyed and rushed straight to my dresser to take a look at myself in the mirror. The chain looked really beautiful, this was the first time I was wearing one.
I had seen it in many Indian movies and wondered how it would feel like to wear one for real. Then the wetness between my legs reminded me rush to my bed to quickly finger myself.
Despite the taboo, dad’s touch on my waist and the accidental brush of his face on my boobs and bare waist overwhelmed me with my arousal. I could not believe that I was now fingering myself thinking about my father-in-law.
I was writhing like crazy on my bed squeezing my big boobs over my blouse. My fingers were in overdrive in my gushing pussy making squishy sounds. This was the first time I was experiencing so much pleasures.
This time my orgasm was so intense and strong that I might have subconsciously moaned aloud. When I opened my eyes, I accidentally looked in the mirror opposite.
To be continued…
I hope you all enjoyed reading my story so far. I will post more but before that please click on the like button and give me a rep point to give me some motivation. Also leave your feedback in the comments.
