Daya married Jethalal because of her family as Champaklal had promised to pay all the debts that owed by her father. Daya though felt badly for being married being married to Jethalal as he was much older than her but he satisfied herself because only due to him she was now able to live in a big house which had centralised AC while back in the village they couldn’t have power for most of time. She was getting to eat whatever she wanted while with her father sometimes she had sleep with no food & mainly Jethalal showered her with Gold & how much ever money she wanted. So all these things made her happy but still she was a woman who had needs that had to satisfy but in that Jethalal lagged. Jethalal though being a man in his 50’s fucked Daya good but still he couldn’t hold himself longer like she wished to calm the storm in her also after lose of his wife the only woman that he wished to live was Revathi which was impossible. So, in mind he has fucked Revathi’s brains out many times but in reality he couldn’t & though his Daya was beautiful many ways better than Revathi but he couldn’t be real with her. So, Daya struggled in her sex life. Daya had learnt about her step son Tappu & how he has landed many older women in the society & Daya herself had seen him rock his cock in that Sonu’s pussy but still Daya couldn’t let her share her bed with her step son. It was wrong & she had seen many Savdaan India episodes to know what it leads to. Daya couldn’t loss her cushy life for10 mins of heaven that she badly needed also Tappu never looked her in a wrong way as he was obedient & accepted whatever she said without thinking her as his step mom or in a sexy way.
That left her with Champaklal, the tarky father of Jethalal & like mad oldman in those b grade movies, recently famous OTT series Daya sensed how he looked at her like he wanted to just bed her. Daya after doing her everyday Pooja would bring her aarthi to Jetha, his son & the old man after that when she falls on the legs man she would see him with his tongue wagging looking at her boobs which hang over her blouse. He would touch her bare shoulders in pretext on making her get up but she could feel in her skin that his mind was thinking about that. Daya liked to wear semi transparent saris with sleeveless blouses mostly in house but Jethalal didn’t mind her dressing that way because his first wife was a polite woman dressed very closed but Daya liked to free liked being his trophy wife. Jethalal sometimes would come home all tensed up due to works in that shop & during that time she would take his cock in her mouth to relax him of all the stress that he built up. So, he liked Daya very much & didn’t stop her in anyway.
So, evening after eating Jethalal& Daya were in their room with her I-Mac browsing through as Jethalal asked her book two tickets to Mumbai. Daya looked at him asking him why to which said he had meet the supplier to make regular supply of goods as with the Covid slowly coming to a close people are coming back to shops so that he needed regular supply. Jethalal wanted to meet him personally to tell him that before making payment also Tappu needed something to buy there so he too is coming with me. Daya booked the tickets as Jethalal signalled her to join him in bed. Daya pulled her tops, her panty down as she sat on his legs riding his cock with her boobs bouncing till jetha leaked in her. Daya wasn’t still satisfied but Jethalal was satisfying her in many other ways so this wasn’t a problem.
The next day evening Jethalal, Tappu were getting ready to leave as Daya told Tappu to get the IPAD Pro along with that get magic keyboard, pencil & even the new Air pod Max. Tappu nodded as she even told something in his ears that made him blush. Jethalal kissed her before leaving in taxi as Daya came back home asking her FIL to eat. Daya had changed herself into slip in which her pantie was too visible but she didn’t care. She put some Paneer curry, roti along with some rice & dal. Daya as she was putting she saw him eying her but like always she didn’t care. The old man played his tricks dropping his spoon asking her pick it up & as she did her boobs dropped & her red panties visible. She could feel his hands slightly rubbing him but she just ignored it. She went back to her room playing with her laptop sometime before sleeping.
It was around midnight & Daya was thirsty. She looked around there was no water in her room so that she walked out of her room to the kitchen to drink some water, some sweet water melon. Daya almost walked into her as she heard something from her FIL’s room a sound that she could know from anywhere. It was man’s slow moan, breathing that she had heard when her father fucks her mother & when Jethalal does her but she couldn’t understand why it was coming from his room. Daya got excited & at the same time suspicious as she thought either the old man was watching some porn or he was thinking about her from night so that he was masturbating. Daya anyway left him but soon a woman’s scream came in which stopped her totally in her way as she couldn’t understand how a woman’s voice could come out of there. She wanted know if the old man got some woman in there but she didn’t want to cross her limit but the woman in her, the feelings of her body was pushing her see if the old man really had a girl in there. Daya couldn’t control herself as she tried to open but it was locked so she decided to leave. Daya was leaving but her brain told her stop saying how her husband would have the master key that could open the door. Daya took the key but still she was sceptical that if the old man sees her then it could change the situation totally but her small brain down there erased all the thoughts making her open. She opened the door though it was pitch black as her eyes was slowly getting itself tuned to darkness as she found the old man the bed riding a young girl with his cock while that girl was pressing her hands against his which were holding her apples. Daya seeing the old man scoring a young wanted to know & as that girl turned front to let her ride fast she saw her. It was her household maid Kamala. Daya was hot now as she quickly locked the door want to her room while her eyes still played the image of her FIL riding his limp cock in kamalas.
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