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[Syamala_39]

Dear readers,

I must confess that this tale isn't one born from my own experiences or imagination alone. Many years ago, I stumbled upon a similar story in my native tongue, one that captivated me with its raw emotions and forbidden tensions. It lingered in my mind, evolving over time, and now I've chosen to retell it here in English, weaving in a few subtle changes to make it feel fresh while preserving its essence. Think of it as my humble offering—a glimpse into desires that simmer beneath the surface of everyday life. I hope you enjoy this rendition as much as I did rediscovering it.

- Shyamala





A Mind Immersed in Lust - Part 1

This morning, my father-in-law's question kept playing in my mind. Even though he asked it in such a soft voice, as if it were just a simple desire, I never imagined it would be something so complicated. He told me to think about it until 8 PM tonight, and that any answer would be fine, before heading out. I have to decide by the time he returns—yes or no.

About me: I'm Shyamala, a school teacher. I'm 38 years old. It's been 12 years since my marriage. I have a loving husband, Arjun, who is a professor at an art college. We have two daughters—one in seventh grade and the other in fourth—at a nearby private school. Since Arjun is an artist, our home is filled with his paintings, delighting anyone who sees them.

Our daughters usually spend from 5 to 8 PM every day at their friend's house next door, playing and studying before coming back.

In these 12 years of married life, Arjun has never disappointed me even once. He turns every night into something pleasurable with his appreciative nature. He always insists I wear sarees at home... saying that's what suits me best. Even after coming back from school, I change into another light saree—that's the habit now. The way my body shows through that thin saree is something Arjun still enjoys.

My 36-inch breasts, bulging out from the jacket without a bra underneath the thin saree, and the slight bulge of my belly with the navel visible below—Arjun says without fail that any man who sees it would want to experience me at least once. Every time he says that, it creates a tingling sensation in me, traveling from my lower belly to my mound without panties. I'd playfully scold him, saying, "How can you talk like that to your wife?" But beyond that, I've never thought about being with another man.

My father-in-law—let's call him Rajan—used to visit us occasionally before, but now he's staying with us permanently. He lived in the village with his wife, but after she passed away, he couldn't stay there anymore, lost in memories of her. We knew about it, so Arjun and I insisted, and for the past two months, he's been with us. He doesn't cause any trouble—he plays with the kids, goes for walks outside, and passes the time that way.

What he asked me this morning shocked me completely. This morning...

"Here, have your coffee," I said, turning around...

"Just a minute... I need to talk to you..." He stood up from where he was sitting.

I was heading to the kitchen but turned back and stood. "What is it? Tell me..."

Without looking into my eyes, staring at the floor... "Well... how do I say this to you..."

"Why hesitate with me? Just say it..."

"It's... last night, your bedroom door wasn't closed..."

As he said it, it hit me—I had forgotten to close the door last night. Cursing myself inwardly... "Oh, I must have fallen asleep like that..."

Still looking at the floor, "No... you weren't asleep... I accidentally saw through the open door..."

When he said that, I quickly adjusted my pallu and turned my back to him... My tongue went dry, not knowing what to say. Last night, the image of me and Arjun breathless in bed, completely naked, flashed before my eyes...

My father-in-law cleared his throat a bit and continued, "Without thinking of you as my son and daughter-in-law, in that moment, I just kept watching you two like that without realizing... I thought I should apologize... but..."

As he kept talking, my intuition told me this was heading somewhere unexpected. My heartbeat quickened. I stood there tensely, without turning, wondering what he was about to say.

After a short pause, he continued. "But... forgetting you're my daughter-in-law, I admired your naked beauty last night, and it's still right in front of my eyes... I'm not looking up at you now... I'm staring at the floor. If I look at you, even with the saree on, all I see is your naked body..."

As he said that, I felt like I was truly naked and hugged myself tighter. My father-in-law, who I'd never heard speak so boldly, talking about my naked body like this was a huge shock. My tongue stuck, refusing to let me speak.

"After my wife—your mother-in-law—I've never looked at anyone like this and lost myself. Since she passed, last night was the first time I felt my desires awaken... Thinking about you, I couldn't sleep all night..."

Oh no, the man I thought of like a father, and I've aroused him like this. My eyes welled up a little.

He kept going... "I didn't sleep because of thoughts of you, but thinking about you, I... I..." He hesitated a bit, then said, "I didn't touch myself thinking about you..."

I couldn't bear to hear it and covered my ears.

After two minutes of dead silence, he continued. "I do want to do that... but... in front of you, while looking at you..."

I felt a bit dizzy and slowly sat on the nearby sofa.

"Forgive me... It's been so long since I've had a desire like this... And it came after seeing my daughter-in-law... That's why I'm asking you directly... Think from my side. If my desire seems fair to you, give your consent. If not, if you see me as just a pervert, you don't need to say anything. I'll understand. After that, I won't stay in this house... I won't bother you... I'm going to my daughter Priya's house and will be back by 8 PM tonight... Think until then... Forgive me again for asking you like this..."

He said it and left without me noticing when. When I wiped my teary eyes and looked, my pallu had fallen completely, and half my breasts were spilling out of the jacket as if about to fall. My mind told me he must have seen that too before leaving.

I sat there like that for a long time, slowly recovering from the shock, focusing on household chores. Since it was Saturday, the kids came home by afternoon from school. I served them lunch, but I had no appetite, so I lay down with my eyes closed, thinking about what my father-in-law had asked.

Did he see me completely? How, in that dim light? Did he see my breasts, my nipples? Did my hairy mound catch his eye? Like Arjun often says, did seeing me make him want to experience me? But he said he only wants to touch himself while looking at me—how? With all these thoughts, without realizing, my hand was caressing my breasts over the pallu. Suddenly snapping back, I thought, "What am I doing?" I scolded myself, got up, washed my face, and sank back into thinking about what answer to give my father-in-law...
(To be continued)

 

[Syamala_39]

A Mind Immersed in Lust - Part 2


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With the girls off playing at the neighbor's house, I was left alone, my mind wrestling with what decision to make. It was already 7 o'clock, and my father-in-law still hadn't come home. Arjun usually finishes his college work, heads to his private art classes, and gets back between 9 and 9:30 PM. Sundays are the only days he's around the house all day—that's tomorrow.

The deadline my father-in-law gave me was ticking down; just an hour left. Would he ask me in person when he arrives? Or call? I had no clue, and my thoughts were stuck on what to tell him.

I wandered into the bedroom, switched off the main lights, and turned on the soft bedside lamp for that dim glow. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I stared at myself. Am I really that beautiful? Like Arjun always says, does every guy who sees me fantasize about being with me? What about me draws them in? Those big eyes, kinda like that actress Meena's— even prettier with some eyeliner. A sharp, perfect nose. Lips that stay rosy and juicy without any lipstick, and that little mole above them adding extra charm.

As I gazed, my eyes drifted lower. I turned sideways, glancing at the mirror. Through the gap in my pallu, I could see my left breast straining against the blouse, spilling out a bit. For the first time, I looked at it with a sense of pride. Is this what sparked that desire in my father-in-law? My hand wandered up, tracing over the pallu. It felt weirdly exciting, admiring my own body while thinking of another man.

Slowly, I let the pallu drop to the floor.



Still sideways in the mirror, I stood there. The low-cut blouse revealed the tops of my breasts and the deep cleavage between them—it was like they were begging to be touched. I slid my finger into that valley and unhooked the first clasp of the blouse.

My breasts, now freer, stood firm and perky. I cupped them both with my hands, just feeling them. For the first time, I was genuinely amazed by my own curves. With both hands, I undid the second hook. Since I don't wear a bra at home, more of them spilled out, the cleavage dipping lower now, a light sheen of sweat making it glisten. In this soft light, my eyes had adjusted, and those half-exposed breasts looked absolutely stunning.

This was the same dim light from last night when I was on top of Arjun, grinding away like cracking a coconut. We were both completely naked, lost in passion. And that's what my father-in-law must have seen. Thinking about it made my nipples start to harden under the blouse—I could feel them poking up little by little. I unhooked the rest and set my full, heavy breasts free. They bounced a bit before settling. Still sideways in the mirror, I saw my nipples fully erect. I traced my fingers over the dark circles around them. Even during sex with Arjun, they never got this stiff.

Has my mind already surrendered to thoughts of my father-in-law? I closed my eyes, twisting those hard nipples. To test how I looked in that light—the way he saw me—I decided to recreate it. I stripped off the blouse completely and tossed it aside. I stacked two pillows lengthwise in the middle of the bed, hiked up my saree and petticoat to my thighs, and straddled them, my slightly wet pussy pressing right against the top pillow. Eyes shut, hands braced on the pillows, head tilted back a little, I started rocking slowly, just like I did on Arjun last night. My breasts began to sway up and down with the motion.

I started gentle, but soon picked up speed... my pussy grinding against the pillow, rubbing hard, leaking more and more juices. I didn't stop, glancing toward the door where he said he stood watching. In my mind's eye, I could picture him there. "Oh, Dad... is this how you watched me? Thinking about me? Did you see my breasts? My nipples? Did you like them? Didn't you want to suck on them, drink from them? Ahhh... ahhh..." I was babbling in ecstasy without even realizing it. My juices soaked the pillow completely... a bit exhausted, I slid off and collapsed onto the bed, breasts bare, saree still hiked up past my thighs. Eyes closed, lying there, I wondered: Is what I'm doing right? Why am I like this? Why is my heart leaning toward my father-in-law?

Lost in thought, I must have dozed off when the doorbell rang. I jumped up, quickly hooked my blouse to cover my breasts, wrapped the saree around me in a hurry, and rushed to open the door. It was Arjun standing there. For the first time ever, he'd come home early—before 8 PM. I just stood there, not knowing what to say...

"Hey, what's up with my wife today? Where's that usual spark?" he asked, stepping in, dropping his bag, and pulling me close by the waist.

My pussy was still slick and sticky under the petticoat. "Nothing... you just got back early. I'm not used to waiting for you at this time... anyway, want some coffee?" I tried to pull away...

"Yeah, where's Dad? Not home?" He plopped down on the sofa.

I thought it'd be him at the door, but it's you... I thought to myself, standing there silently...

"Shyamala... I'm talking to you," Arjun waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me back.

"Uh... yeah, he went to your sister Priya's house... said he'd be back by 8..."

"Oh, there? If you'd called and told me earlier, we could've caught a matinee show today... my silly girl..." He got up again, wrapping his arms around my waist.



"What... what were you about to say?" I squirmed a bit.

"Mmm... my silly wife..."

"Yeah, I figured..."

"Why... I could've said silly pussy too..."

"Oh god... okay, let me go a sec... I feel all sticky. Let me shower quick."

"Even without a shower, you're gorgeous... come on, the kids aren't back yet, let's have some fun..." He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck under the pallu...

"Nooo... the kids could come any minute... let go..." I wriggled, but he'd already freed my breasts from the blouse.



He grabbed both with his hands, latching onto the left one, sucking away. My mind drifted unbidden to my father-in-law. I hugged Arjun's head to my chest. He switched between them, savoring each.

"Even seeing you in a saree now, all I see is your naked body..." My father-in-law's words echoed in my head, stirring up the heat again. Lust started building slowly. I lifted Arjun's head from my breasts and kissed him deeply, tongue diving in, sucking his, swapping saliva, pouring out my passion. I yanked off his shirt, traced patterns on his bare chest with my tongue, and rubbed my breasts against him.

Overwhelmed, Arjun spun me around. I gripped the edge of the dining table, facing away. He hiked up my saree and petticoat together. Just like my front with the breasts, he loves my ass cheeks from behind. He slapped them playfully, then would slide his cock into my pussy—that's one of his favorites. With the saree fully up, he buried his face in my ass, licking with his tongue. As he did that, my phone on the table buzzed with a notification—a text. Enjoying what he was doing, I glanced at it...

"Yes? Or no?" That's all it said. From my father-in-law.

Reading it made my pussy gush even more juices—Arjun might think it's unusual. My mind dove deeper into lust. While he lapped up my flowing nectar, I texted back to my father-in-law.

"Yes, Dad..." (To be continued)

 

[Syamala_39]

Temptations Unveiled: A Daughter-in-Law's Forbidden Arousal - Part 3


My "Yes, Dad" text had been read—the two blue ticks popped up right away. I couldn't help wondering how he felt seeing that reply. Would he start picturing my naked body all over again? If he's by himself right now, is his cock stirring and getting stiff? Is he touching it, stroking himself while imagining me completely bare? Those kinds of questions and wild thoughts just kept flooding my mind, pushing me even deeper into this heated lust.

I was leaning forward over the dining table, totally lost in enjoying Arjun's tongue lapping away from behind, but suddenly I turned to face him, hiking up my saree and petticoat all the way, pressing my dripping wet pussy right onto his face and grinding against it. I grabbed my own full, heavy breasts and started squeezing them. "Aaahhh..."

Look, Arjun's mouth has made me cum loads of times before, but today? It was on another level, something I'd never felt so intensely. I could sense my juices just gushing out like a flood. He savored every drop, licking from my pussy lips all the way down my thighs. Feeling so satisfied, I lifted his head, bent down, and locked my lips with his. I swirled my tongue inside his mouth, tasting the leftover scent and nectar from my own pussy—it tasted extra delicious today, like it had this amazing flavor I couldn't get enough of. As I held his mouth tight and savored it all, the doorbell rang out of nowhere.

In a rush, I hunted for my blouse, whispering, "Go check who's there," and bolted into the bedroom. I locked the door, quickly hooked up the blouse, and listened in—it was the kids back from the neighbor's place. "Hmmm..." I let out a sigh, still wondering why Dad hadn't shown up yet, and fixed my saree before heading out.

"The minute you get home, wash your hands and feet before doing anything else—how many times do I have to remind you two? Go on, wash up. I'll have dinner ready in ten minutes. Hey, artist guy? That includes you too. Come on." I headed into the kitchen and whipped up some dosas and chutney in the next fifteen minutes, setting them on the dining table just as the doorbell rang again.

This time, it had to be Dad for sure. My heart started racing with a little nervousness. Arjun and the kids were parked on the sofa, glued to the TV, so I went to open the door myself, feeling those butterflies going wild in my stomach.

When I opened it, there stood Arjun's sister Priya—it hit me with a mix of shock and disappointment. Keeping it cool, I smiled. "Hey, come on in, Priya. How are you? Artist, look who's here!" I waved her inside and peeked behind her, scanning for Dad.

While Arjun and the kids caught up with her, my mind was totally fixated on Dad. Maybe I should just ask her straight up, I thought, but right then I heard the gate closing outside. Dad was walking in, bag in hand, dressed in his dhoti and shirt. "Hey, your dad's here too. I'll toss a few more dosas on and bring them out quick," I said, hurrying back in.

I plopped the dosa pan on the stove to heat up, my brain spinning. All these days, I'd chat with Dad so casually—how am I supposed to talk to him now? In front of everyone else, every time I look at him, all I'll remember is what he said about me. Oh god... I was grumbling to myself inside when the pan started smoking hot, pulling me back. I stopped overthinking and poured the batter.

I packed the fresh dosas into the hot box and carried them to the table, where Dad was chatting and laughing with the kids like everything was normal. Arjun was deep in some intense talk with Priya.

"Priya, come eat—we can chat after. Hey you, come on too. This is for all of you. Come sit," I called them over, but I kinda froze when it came to Dad.

"What, nothing for me?" Dad's voice made me turn. He was grinning right at me, locking eyes. I couldn't meet his gaze and looked down. "Oh no, not at all—of course, yours is the last batch, after everyone else," I said offhand, but he smiled like he got some secret meaning and came over. I started dishing out plates around the table, not realizing my pallu had slipped completely, giving a full view of my left breast through the blouse with no bra underneath.

Dad kept stealing glances my way every second. When I finally glanced down at myself, I saw the pallu totally off, with the dark circle around my nipple peeking out—basically giving him a perfect show. Panicking that Arjun or Priya might spot it, I yanked the pallu back up fast. I heard Dad let out a heavy sigh.

"Sis-in-law, I'll just eat on the floor. Dining tables aren't really my vibe," Priya said, sitting down next to Dad. "Okay, Priya," I replied, but it felt weird seeing her down there alone, so I grabbed my plate and sat opposite her on the floor. "Hey, if you want more dosas, just holler," I told Arjun, looking up, and my eyes casually drifted under the table. Dad's dhoti had parted on both sides, showing off his firm thighs. Every time he shifted his legs, I caught glimpses of his blue underwear too. This subtle wave of lust started building inside me.

Priya was sitting closer to Dad on his side, so she probably couldn't see anything. Every time I took a bite of dosa and put it in my mouth, my eyes just couldn't help wandering back to Dad's lower half. Now his dhoti had slipped even more, fully revealing the bulge in the middle of his underwear. Seeing how puffed up it was, I could tell his cock was rock hard underneath.

Priya was going on about something serious to me and Arjun, and I was half-listening, nodding along, but really, I was fixated on that bulge between Dad's thighs peeking through. This time, as I popped a bite in my mouth and looked, Dad's cock had pushed the underwear aside on the left and was sticking straight out.

My heart pounded like crazy the second I saw it—I jerked my head up to look at Dad's face, and he was smiling right at me. The dosa got stuck in my throat, making me cough hard. Arjun chimed in, "Careful while eating, Shyamala. Looks like someone's thinking about you. Here, drink some water."

I gulped down the water, caught my breath, and glanced back at Dad. He gave me this "What?" look, so I avoided his eyes and hurried to finish the rest of my dosa. That quick glimpse of his thick, dark, long cock had totally taken over my mind now. Once I was done eating, I grabbed my plate and headed to the kitchen without looking his way. On the way, I told Priya, "Priya, just leave your plate on the table when you're done. I'll grab it."

Inside the kitchen, my heart was still racing. I was a mess of mixed feelings. Was saying yes to Dad the right call? Can I keep this whole thing secret? What if Arjun finds out? Would my kids still respect me? In that moment of lust earlier, the thrill of wondering what it'd be like with another man got to me, and I just agreed. All these thoughts swirled around.

"Sis-in-law," Priya called, coming in with the finished dishes.

"Oh, Priya, I told you to just leave them—I'd come get them. Why bother?" I took the plates from her and put them in the sink.

"It's fine, no big deal," she said, then gently held my hand.

Priya's about my age. Her husband Ravindran runs his own cloth business and is out of town for work at least ten days a month. She got married young, around 20, so now she has just one son, Deepak, who's 17 and in twelfth grade.

Even though we're in the same town, we don't visit each other much—maybe once in a while.

"Alright, sis-in-law, I'm heading out. I came to drop off Dad. He seems extra happy today for some reason. It's nice seeing him like this—it makes me happy too. I used to think you weren't taking good care of him, and I kinda blamed you. Sorry about that," she said, her eyes getting a bit teary. I hugged her. "Hey, what is all this? You're his daughter, and I'm like that too. Come on," I wiped her eyes.

"Okay, sis-in-law, I'm off. Deepak's home alone. Hubby's out on business. I'll come another day."

"Sure, Priya. Let me tell your brother to drop you on the bike. No need for the bus this late."

"It's okay, really."

"You hush. Wait here." I took her to the hall. "Hey, Priya's leaving. Drop her on the bike and come back."

"Yeah, sure, I'll take her."

After saying bye to everyone, Arjun and Priya headed out, and I leaned against the main gate outside the house. It was 9:45 PM. I thought about what Priya said, feeling a bit fulfilled inside.

Standing there, I heard a throat-clearing sound and turned—Dad was by the front door. The streetlight lit up where I was, but his spot was dim and shadowy.

"Why are you standing out here? He'll be back by 11 at least after dropping her. You planning to wait outside till then?"

"No, Dad. Haven't you gone to bed? Want some warm milk?" I asked, stepping into that dim light area.

Now our shapes were vaguely visible in the soft glow.

"No thanks, not now."

"Okay, I'll put the kids to bed," I said, starting to head in.

"I need to talk to you a bit."

I stopped right in front of him. "Mmm, go ahead, Dad."

"I feel like I'm burdening you unnecessarily with my desires. Even though you texted yes, I think your heart's not fully in it."

As he talked, I stepped a little closer. "It's not like that, Dad," I said softly.

"Did you not like what I did at the dining table?" he asked in a low voice.

"Well... it was just so sudden, I didn't know what to do."

"I keep wanting to do that in front of you anytime. Especially after you said yes—that thought just hit me."

In the dim light, I could see him fiddling with something below his waist, but not clearly.

He continued, "Do you know what I'm doing right now?"

"Mmm, no," I whispered.

"I've pulled my underwear down to my knees, under the dhoti."

Hearing that made my nipples and my bare pussy under the saree start tingling.

"Now I'm parting the dhoti, pointing my cock straight at you."

My nipples swelled up.

"If you say so, I'll strip off the dhoti and underwear right here."

"Here?" I asked, voice barely audible.

"Yeah. Say it."

My mind was gearing up for lust now. "Mmm," I murmured.

I could vaguely see him doing something.

"Shyamala."

First time he called me by name.

"Mmm."

"Now there's nothing below my waist."

My hands started caressing my breasts.

"What, you're not saying anything?"

"Mmm, Dad... I can't see what you're doing right now?" I don't know where the courage came from to ask that.

"One hand's gripping my whole cock. The other's free. Can I touch you with it?"

"Ahh..." My heart raced faster. I stood silent.

"Okay, I won't. If you like it, grab my hand yourself."

After a minute of quiet, I slowly reached out in the dim light, fumbling till I grabbed his right hand. A moan escaped him—"Ahhh"—and that's when I realized I'd grabbed his cock instead. I yanked my hand back quick.

"Shyamala," he pleaded, then boldly grabbed my hand and pressed it onto his cock. I tried to pull away. "Shyamala," he begged again. Slowly, my hand started gripping my father-in-law's cock.

For the first time, my hand was holding another man's cock. And that man being my father-in-law made the tingling in my pussy intensify. His cock felt a bit thicker than Arjun's. The length—I couldn't tell exactly in the dim light.

As my hand explored the size of his cock, I felt my pallu drop. It didn't seem like it fell on its own, so "Dad..." I said, letting go and quickly covering my breasts with my hands. (To be continued)

 

[Syamala_39]

Temptations Unveiled: A Daughter-in-Law's Forbidden Arousal - Part 4




When my pallu slipped down, my hand automatically let go of Dad's cock and flew up to cover my breasts.

"Oh no, Dad, what are you doing? The kids are inside," I said, quickly grabbing the pallu and draping it back over my chest.

"The kids are probably asleep by now, Shyamala."

Dad kept calling me by my name over and over, and it was doing something to me, stirring things up inside.

"No, Dad, I'm scared. Let me go check on what the kids are up to," I said, trying to slip past him. "I'll wait right here until you get back."

"Oh man, Dad, Arjun will be home any minute now. Why do this right this second?"

Dad didn't say a word, just stood there in silence, so I headed inside to check. In the girls' room, the little one was fast asleep, but Sindhu was still fiddling with her phone.

"Hey, Sindhu, why aren't you asleep yet?" I asked, stepping in.

"Just a little longer, Mom, please," she begged.

"Buying you that phone was a huge mistake, Sindhu. As a teacher, I advise all my students' parents against it. But if my own daughter is glued to her phone, what will people say? No touching the phone after 10 PM—this is your last warning. Got it? Mmm, lights out now. Sleep." I flipped off the lights, closed the door, and on my way back, turned off the hall light too before heading to the front door.

It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the dim light outside again.

"Dad," I called softly.

His hand grabbed mine. "Dad, let go. Sindhu's not asleep yet. I told her to sleep."

He released my hand and went quiet.

"Dad, please, don't think wrong of me. If Sindhu suddenly wakes up and comes out, imagine how bad that would look for us."

"Okay, sweetie, forgive me for bothering you," he said, and I saw his shadow heading back into the house.

How am I supposed to approach him now? How can I give myself to him like this? My mind was a total mess, churning with confusion. But I'd made up my mind about something, so I followed him inside. Dad was in his room, talking to someone on the phone. The door was open. I stood outside and eavesdropped.

"No, no, nothing like that. My daughter-in-law is a gem of a girl. I'd cut out my tongue before saying anything bad about her. I'm just feeling a bit off, that's why I thought I'd head back to the village for a while."

It broke my heart that we'd made him feel this way. I felt awful about myself. Just a bit ago, I'd promised Priya I'd take good care of him. But now...

"Dad," I called, stepping into his room.

"Okay, I'll talk later," he said into the phone, hanging up and turning to me.

"You can't even stand to talk about me to anyone, huh, Dad?" My eyes welled up as I looked into his.

He didn't know what to say, just stood there silent.

"Why, Dad? You really want to leave this house?" I asked, tears in my eyes.

"Why are you crying, sweetie? If anyone should be upset, it's me—for thinking of you as something other than my daughter-in-law, for wanting to satisfy my desires with you."

As he spoke, his phone buzzed. It was Arjun calling. He looked at me, and I quickly grabbed the phone, putting it on speaker.

"Dad, it's Arjun."

Dad glanced at me. "Yeah, son, what's up?"

"Nothing, Dad. Deepak's got a bit of a fever here. Priya's asking if she can stay the night. I tried calling Shyamala, but she didn't pick up, so I called you."

I smacked my forehead, realizing I'd left my phone on the dining table. Dad looked at me while saying, "Okay, son. Want me to pass the phone to your wife? Maybe she's asleep?"

I shook my head no.

"If she's sleeping, let her be, Dad. You can wake her later if needed and tell her. Tomorrow's Sunday anyway. I'll take my time coming back. If Deepak's not better, we might have to hit the hospital. Hanging up?"

"Sure, Arjun. I'll let her know. Take care there." Dad ended the call, and I wiped my eyes. "So, because you think it's wrong to satisfy your desires with me instead of seeing me as your daughter-in-law, you've decided to leave the house. Right?" I asked, staring him down firmly.

He avoided my eyes, turning away. "Look at me, Dad," I said, a bit sternly.

He turned back. "So from now on, you won't imagine me naked anymore? Is that it?" I asked, and he called out, "Shyamala."

"Oh gosh, Dad, every time you call my name like that, it does something to me. Why did you give me time to think after telling me all that? You could've just done what you wanted right then."

He looked at me in surprise.

"Why, Dad? Forgot what you said? You wanted to jerk off your cock right in front of me. You could've done it right after saying that, right? Do you know how much I struggled to control my feelings after you left?" Tears welled up uncontrollably, and I started crying. My father-in-law stood there, fumbling, not knowing what to do.

The room went dead silent. I broke it. "Is it wrong that I don't want my kids to know I'm getting close to you like this, Dad? What if Arjun finds out? That's why I stopped you—to be careful. If I didn't want this, would I have sat there admiring the bulge in your underwear under the table? When you suddenly pulled out your cock, I only left because I was scared someone else might see."

As I talked, Dad's cock must've been getting hard—his hand absentmindedly rubbed over his dhoti where it was. I kept talking, head down.

"Your son always tells me, Dad, that any guy who sees a woman like me would want to have me. Bluntly, he'd say no man who sees you would let you go without fucking you, Shyamala. I'd get mad when he said stuff like that. But when you—his own dad—felt that desire and told me, it threw me into this whole new feeling. I started admiring myself, Dad."

The room was fully lit now. Dad was openly stroking his cock over the dhoti. My words were clearly turning him on.

"Shyamala," his voice was thick with lust now.

"When Arjun says that, there's this spark in his eyes, Dad. I think he wants to see me enjoying myself with another man. I'm not just saying that from how he talks—wait till you see what I'm about to show you. You'll believe it too. Come with me."

I led Dad to our bedroom.

Once inside, I opened the wardrobe and pulled out the paintings Arjun had hidden under the clothes, tossing them on the bed.

"You've only seen the paintings your son hangs around the house. Take a look at these," I said, locking the bedroom door and sitting next to him on the bed as he picked them up one by one.

In one painting, I'm on my knees like a dog, breasts hanging down. Arjun's in front, his cock aimed at my mouth. Behind me, a faceless guy's cock is entering my pussy.

In another, I'm lying with my legs bent, breasts exposed. Arjun's eating my hairy pussy, while a faceless guy has his cock in my mouth.

There were over ten like that—all drawn by Arjun. In every one, it's exactly me and him, plus a third faceless man. Dad looked through them in surprise.

"He draws these after we're done at night. He insists on lights on to get my breasts and pussy just right, Dad. Doesn't this show you what your son's desires are?"

Dad turned to me suddenly. "Shyamala, so your pussy and breasts look exactly like in these paintings? Last night in that dim light, I couldn't see clearly."

His question made me blush hard—I turned away and nodded yes.

"I get it now, sweetie—what he wants."

"That's why, Dad, when you said it, I couldn't say no. But I couldn't say yes right away either. Even if I'm doing what Arjun wants, would he be okay with the third guy being you?" I said, head down.

Dad boldly grabbed my hand. "Forget my son for a sec. Would you like me as that third guy or not? Tell me."

I didn't say anything, didn't pull my hand away either, just sat there quiet. Then I heard Sindhu coughing from the girls' room. "Dad, I think Sindhu's up. Hold on, I'll be right back." I went to check—she was still lying down.

"Sindhu, sweetie, need anything?" I asked.

"Mmm, I'm sleepy, Mom," she said, and immediately started breathing evenly, out cold. I gently closed the door and headed back to the bedroom. Dad had stripped off his dhoti and underwear, back to me, with the paintings laid out in a row on the bed, stroking his long cock. From behind, I couldn't see it clearly.

My pussy started getting a little wet with juices. (To be continued)

 

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Temptations Unveiled: A Daughter-in-Law's Forbidden Arousal - Part 5


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I slipped into the room quietly and locked the door behind me.

"Dad," I whispered softly. He turned toward me, his cock still in hand, and for the first time in full light, I got a clear look at my father-in-law's shaft. It was dark and thick, just like Arjun's, but longer—Arjun's is maybe six or seven inches, but Dad's looked like a solid eight. He was rolling the tip under the foreskin with his fingers, teasing it.

After admiring it for a moment, I looked up at his face. "Are the paintings your son drew of me enough for you?" I asked, blushing a little.

"No, sweetie, Shyamala—even without the paintings, you're always in my mind. Completely naked. I want to be that third guy in them. But...?" He kept stroking his cock with one hand as he talked to me. I stepped closer.

"But what, Dad?" I asked, getting right up to him, locking eyes.

He looked at me with a hint of frustration. "But I'm your father-in-law, sweetie. How could this happen? Would my own son agree to share his wife with his dad? This stuff doesn't happen in real life."

I quickly pressed my hand over his mouth. "Don't say that, Dad. My heart already decided you're that faceless guy in the pictures," I said, pulling my hand away. "I want you and your son to fuck me together, Dad. It has to happen. It will."

With that, I let my pallu drop while staring into his eyes. I took his hand from his cock and placed it on my left breast.

"Please, Dad, unhook my blouse," I begged, my mind diving headfirst into lust. Without realizing it, I was surrendering completely to my father-in-law.

"Shyamala," he groaned in a husky voice. "This is the first time I'm seeing my daughter-in-law's breasts in the light. With her permission, taking off her blouse with my own hands." He was babbling in ecstasy. His words just fueled my desire even more.

The hooks on my blouse were straining, ready to pop from how tight it was around my full breasts. The tops were spilling out, begging to be free.

Dad's hand started tracing the overflowing flesh above my blouse.

"Aaahh, Dad."

My moan egged him on. With a frenzy in his eyes, he unhooked the first and second clasps fast. More of my breasts spilled out, the cleavage deepening. It must've driven him wild because he buried his face between them, rubbing and inhaling deeply.

"Dad, slow down, Dad. You've got me all night till dawn. Mmm, aaahh," I moaned.

He pulled his face back and, skipping the third hook, went straight for the fourth and last one at the bottom.

Now just that third hook was holding on for dear life. Dad stepped back a bit to admire me. His cock was twitching hard now. He placed it between his palms and started rolling it slowly. It was something new to me, and it turned me on even more.

"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked, dazed.

Without a word, he kept rolling his cock between his palms and circled around me. He tugged the saree pallu tucked at my waist, exposing my belly. It's a bit soft and rounded, with a deep navel that looks like a tempting pit. He stared at it, speeding up his rolling, then suddenly let go—his cock bounced and throbbed.

That sight drove me crazy—I started squeezing my breasts over the blouse with just that one hook left. "Dad, aaahhh."

He moved to my back, his hands on my waist folds, making me shiver. They slid down to my ass cheeks, groping and pressing. My wide, inviting globes must've looked perfect to him because he savored them before coming back around front. His cock was still pulsing wildly.




"Dad, my breasts are waiting for your touch. Aaahhh," I moaned, kneading them over the blouse.

"Yeah, sweetie, first time seeing them up close. The sight might make me cum right away," he said, coming closer to unhook that last clasp. But then my phone rang. He glanced at it with one hand hovering.

"It's my son calling. What now?" he whispered.

"It's fine, put it on speaker, Dad," I said, sitting on the bed. He held the phone near me, answered, and switched to speaker. I faked a sleepy voice. "Hello?"

"Hey, wife, you asleep?" Arjun cooed.

"Mmm, took you so long to drop Priya? Should I open the door?" I asked innocently, eyeing Dad. He sat next to me.

"I'm still at Priya's, sweetie. Didn't Dad tell you? Deepak's not feeling well. Priya wanted to stay the night to help out. I'll come in the morning." Arjun explained, while I took Dad's free hand and placed it on my breast.

"Oh. Mmm, okay. I've never slept alone like this. How am I supposed to now?" I fake-pouted, smiling at Dad. He didn't know what we'd been up to earlier, so he gave me a questioning look.

"I can't sleep either. I wanted to finish what we started on the dining table tonight. Got stuck here." Arjun groaned, and I grinned at Dad. Now his hand was trying to unhook that last clasp.

"Mmm, I thought you'd ravage me tonight too. Hmmm," I sighed dramatically. Dad struggled with one hand, so I laughed softly and took the phone from him, lying back on the bed with my legs dangling off. I motioned for him to unhook the blouse now.

"That's why I called, sweetie. My cock won't settle down. Thought we could do it over the phone." Arjun said huskily. Dad finally popped the last hook with one hand, my heavy breasts bouncing free. The big dark circles and perky nipples stood out, thanks to the teasing from both father and son. I covered them with one hand, smirking at Dad.

"Oh, the artist's in full mood now, huh?" I teased.

"Yeaaah, my cock's bursting out of my underwear."

"Mmm, then why keep it trapped? Take off the underwear," I said, glancing at Dad's cock. I pushed him away a bit, sat up, and grabbed his thick, rock-hard shaft, peeling back the foreskin to expose the shiny head.
(To be continued)