Falguni is a 24-year-old woman who has been married to Rakesh for three years. She is quite good-looking and works as a housewife, looking after her father-in-law while her husband is in Dubai, employed as a foreman by a company.
Falguni lives in a village, which is why she is not very familiar with city culture or modern people. She always wears a saree with a sleeveless blouse and has an attractive figure with milky skin.
Her daily routine consists of cooking, cleaning, washing clothes, and other household tasks typical of a housewife. With a cute face, she has taken care of her father-in-law, Babuji, during her husband’s absence.
Babuji is 55 years old. He is elderly, with a stout torso, sagging skin, and balding grey hair. He often keeps his mouth filled with miraj (a type of chewing tobacco) and spends most of his time watching the news or chatting with men his own age.
Urges play a major role in human lives. Falguni, though a traditional and innocent village housewife, longed for satisfaction and pleasure. She often thought of her husband in her dreams and masturbated quietly. But her fingers were not always enough, so at night she would use carrots or cucumbers to stroke herself, living out her moaning nights in secret.
Months later, she grew bored of the vegetables and her foolish heart developed an attraction toward her father-in-law. She tried to convince herself that these feelings were immoral, directed at her husband’s father. Yet, since Babuji was her only regular companion, the feelings persisted, and she kept them to herself.
Babuji, however, was a sneaky old man. Though he appeared harmless, he secretly masturbated in his bedroom to fantasies of middle-aged women. His intentions toward Falguni had never crossed that line — until the day he saw her by the pond in a low gown, bound tightly to her chest.
For the first time, Babuji saw his daughter-in-law in such a state and got an erection. He stood there, staring relentlessly at her breasts, not wanting to miss the view.
Lust is straightforward; love is a puzzle. Love takes time to develop, while satisfying lust requires immediate pleasure. How can two people confess their feelings when their relationship is supposed to be the purest of all? Desire is a bastard itself, making people do things they never thought they would.
Everyone does foolish things sometimes. One day, Falguni was in her room, wrapped in a towel after bathing and combing her hair. Suddenly, Babuji opened the door for some reason. Startled, she dropped the towel in front of him, unknowingly exposing her naked body.
At that moment, he witnessed his daughter-in-law’s charming, milky figure. Shocked at what he had been missing, he quickly closed the door. That night, neither spoke to the other out of guilt, but deep down, both were secretly pleased.
Falguni savored the memory in her bed, while Babuji struggled to resist jerking off to thoughts of her. Unable to hold back, he reached for his dick and masturbated.
Days passed, and the isolation reached a breaking point. Babuji began sneaking glances at Falguni’s ass, waist, and cleavage, enjoying the sight of his pretty young daughter-in-law. Many nights, he silently asked his son for forgiveness before jerking off to Falguni and ejaculating profusely.
Someone had to take the first step. Falguni started wearing sleeveless, deep-cut, and backless blouses without a bra, along with sheer net sarees around the house, giving Babuji an enticing view.
As days turned into months, their intentions grew stronger. One night, exhausted from countless nights of masturbating to her, Babuji decided he would fuck her the next day. He felt disgusted with himself for failing as a father to his son, but his eyes were filled with lust. He just wanted to kill those feelings by fucking her hard.
The next day, Babuji asked Falguni to prepare a famous South Indian dish: mixed pickle rice. As she mixed steaming rice with spicy, oil-soaked mango pickle in a large bowl, Babuji stood behind her, peeking at her back and waist. His heart raced as he worked up the courage to approach her. He stood up, went to her, and wrapped his arms around her.
Babuji: “Falguni, just for once, don’t think of me as your husband’s father.”
Falguni startled and asked calmly, “Babuji, what are you doing?”
He sniffed her body’s scent, pressed his erection against her buttocks, and said, “I want to fuck you, beta. If you keep this between us, we can both enjoy ourselves while my son is away.” He began mixing the pickle rice with his hands, waiting for her reaction.
Hearing this, Falguni felt happy inside and said shyly, “Hmm, Babuji. It’s a pleasure to be whatever you want me to be, your precious daughter-in-law.”
She turned her head toward him, and they shared a kiss. She turned fully to face him, and he hugged her, feeling her nipples against his chest. His hands rested on her waist as they kissed hard, leaving no air between them in the hallway.
The TV was on, and the pickle rice was forgotten. Both were determined to quench their long-suppressed lust. One wanted to satisfy her sexual needs; the other wanted to feel a woman’s pussy after a long time. Willingly, she offered herself to him as he squeezed her breasts. The game of immoral lust began.
They settled on the floor and started kissing again. This time, she eagerly slid her tongue into his mouth. When he felt her tongue on his lips, he felt heavenly. His body ignited as he sucked her tongue hard.
Then he moved down, lifting her gown to reveal her milky thighs. He licked them, tasting the sweat on her skin. Falguni tingled with pleasure, feeling shame yet wanting his tongue on her vagina.
He reached her pussy, kissing and sucking it, making her super horny. She moaned as her breath grew heavy, his tongue twisting over her clit as if trying to suck out her juices.
Falguni (moaned): “Huh…… ”
After a while, he moved up to her breasts, unhooked her blouse and bra, and sucked her nipple like a baby. He rolled his fingers over her vagina, trying to penetrate it.
This was what Falguni had desired for so long. She held his dick in her palms, surprised by how hard it was. He kissed her again and told her to lie on her stomach. She did as he said.
He took off his pajamas and rubbed his dick between her ass cheeks. When he tried to penetrate her, it wouldn’t go in. He applied saliva to her asshole, then entered and began stroking her from behind.
Falguni felt pain, but her horny moans overpowered it. This was what she had wanted to do with him for a long time. Simultaneously, his rough hands reached her vagina, feeling its wet warmth as he licked the back of her neck, sending tingles of pleasure through her.
In that moment, they ignored morals and societal rules. Messy on the floor with the rice, they focused only on extinguishing their desire.
Babuji lay on his back, and Falguni lowered herself onto his dick, hopping on it to feel his hard erection as deep as possible.
Falguni (moaned): “Huh…… ”
Both began to sweat, concentrating only on fulfilling their lust. They changed positions, lying side by side as Babuji’s torso and saggy body rubbed against Falguni’s chest and breasts. He had not yet ejaculated, and Falguni was not backing down.
She gave herself completely to experience her father-in-law’s dick. He started stroking her more forcefully from the front, licking her lips and sucking her tongue. He held her hands tightly, giving her the biggest moment of her life.
She waited for him to finish, thinking his son was pale in comparison. After several seconds, his endurance faltered, and he made her moan uncontrollably as he splashed a huge amount of cum into her vagina, making her curvy body tighten.
She moaned like a slut as her father-in-law filled her pussy as a reward ️. He pulled out, and thick white cum leaked from her. They both breathed in relief.
Lust had played its part beautifully. Now both had the orgasms they had long desired, but they fell silent, turning away to hide their shame.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, jolting them back to reality. Falguni gathered her belongings and rushed to her room. Babuji quickly dressed and opened the main door, wondering who it could be at this hour.
At the doorstep stood Savita Bhabhi (his brother’s daughter) and Savita’s mother (his sister-in-law).
To be continued…