Sannidhi with FIL – Part 1

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It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon when my son, Ajay, unexpectedly had to rush out of town for a work emergency. His wife, Sannidhi, and I were left alone in the house. It was something that hadn’t happened since they moved in with me a few months ago.

I had always found Sannidhi attractive. Her luscious curves, big, bouncing breasts, and sweet, innocent face hinted at a wild side beneath. Little did I know that this quiet afternoon would ignite a forbidden passion between us.

I sat in my study, flipping through an old book. I heard Sannidhi’s soft footsteps approaching. She knocked gently on the slightly ajar door, her voice sweet and tentative. “Kumar, are you in there? I wanted to ask if you needed any help with…”

Her voice trailed off. She pushed the door open, revealing her standing there in a loose-fitting sundress, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. “Oh, Sannidhi, come in, dear,” I said, my voice perhaps a little too eager. I stood up, feeling my age-old desire stirring at the sight of her.

“Actually, I was thinking of making some tea. Would you care to join me?” She smiled a hint of mischief in her eyes, and nodded. “Sure, that sounds lovely.”

We made our way to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but notice the sway of her hips beneath the thin fabric of her dress. My mind wandered to places it shouldn’t have. I was imagining what it would be like to run my hands over those curves, to feel her soft skin beneath my fingertips.

While the kettle boiled, we chatted about mundane things—Ajay’s work, the weather, and the local gossip. But there was an underlying tension in the air, a silent acknowledgement of the desire simmering between us.

I poured the steaming water into two cups, my hands shaking slightly. I handed one to Sannidhi. “So, Sannidhi, how are you finding living here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. “It must be quite an adjustment, moving in with your in-laws.”

She took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving mine. “It’s different, Dad. I miss having my own space, but you’ve been so kind and welcoming. It’s not what I expected.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. “And what did you expect, Sannidhi?”

She bit her lip, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Well, I’ve heard stories about you, Dad. About your…appetites. And I must admit, I’ve found myself curious.”

My heart raced at her bold confession. I stepped closer, my voice lowering to a husky whisper. “Curious, hmm? And what exactly have you heard, my dear?”

Sannidhi’s eyes darted around the room as if ensuring we were alone. “That you’re a man of passions. You know how to satisfy a woman’s desires. That you’re not afraid to explore…” She trailed off, her voice becoming breathier.

I felt my dick stirring, growing harder by the second. The forbidden nature of the situation fueled my desire. “And what do you think, Sannidhi? Do you think I could satisfy those curiosities of yours?”

She took a bold step forward, closing the distance between us. “I think,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, “that I want to find out.”

Without another word, I took her hand and led her out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the bright afternoon sun. I gently pushed her onto the bed, her sundress riding up, exposing her smooth, milky thighs.

“You’re a naughty girl, Sannidhi,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear, “playing with your father-in-law’s heart.” I kissed her neck, my hands roaming over her body, tracing the curves of her waist. The swell of her hips, and finally cupping her full breasts through the fabric of her dress.

She moaned, her head tilting back to give me better access. “Oh, Dad…it’s not just your heart I want to play with.” I chuckled, my fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her dress, revealing her lace bra and the deep cleavage beneath. “Oh, I think I can arrange that, my dear.”

With a swift motion, I ripped off her bra, exposing her heavy breasts, the nipples already taut and begging for attention. I lowered my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue while my hand attended to the other.

Sannidhi arched her back, her hands gripping the bedsheets, her moans filling the room. “Oh yes, Daddy…suck them…make me wet for you.” Her words sent a jolt of desire through me. I wanted to make this experience unforgettable, to show her that age was just a number when it came to pleasure.

I moved my mouth to her sensitive neck, biting and sucking gently while my hands worked their magic on her nipples.

“D-Daddy…I’m so wet…please…” Sannidhi’s voice was hoarse with need.

I smiled against her skin, my fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her hot, wet core. “Let’s see just how wet you are, shall we?”

With a swift motion, I tore off her panties, my fingers immediately delving into her sopping wet pussy. Sannidhi’s body arched off the bed, her hands clutching my shoulders as I worked my fingers in and out of her tight hole, my thumb circling her clit.

“Fuck, Daddy…I’m going to cum…” she gasped, her body trembling.

I wanted to push her over the edge, to show her the heights of pleasure I could take her to. I added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her pussy while my thumb rubbed her clit in firm, tight circles.

“Oh my God! I’m cumming! Daddy, I’m cumming!” Sannidhi’s body convulsed, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she rode out her orgasm.

I gave her a moment to catch her breath, my fingers gently stroking her sensitive skin. Then, I moved down her body, spreading her legs wide, and buried my face in her pussy, my tongue flicking and probing her swollen clit.

“Oh fuck! Daddy, yes! Eat my pussy!” Sannidhi’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I lapped at her juices, tasting her sweetness.

I worked my tongue in long, slow strokes, teasing her clit, then sucking it between my lips, all the while thrusting my fingers in and out of her hole. Sannidhi bucked her hips, meeting my tongue and fingers with abandon.

I could feel her building towards another climax, her pussy getting tighter around my fingers.

“Dad, I’m going to cum again! Oh God, I can’t believe this!”

I wanted to give her something to really remember, to show her the depths of my passion. I reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a vibrator—a thick, ribbed monster of a toy. I switched it on, and the powerful vibrations filled the room.

“Dad, what—?” Sannidhi’s eyes widened as I positioned the vibrator at her entrance, slowly pushing it inside her still-quivering pussy.

“Just a little something to make sure you remember this afternoon, my dear,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

I turned the vibrator on high, the powerful buzz making Sannidhi cry out. Her pussy clenched around the toy, her juices flowing freely as I worked it in and out, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust.

“Oh yes, Papa, fuck me with it! Make me cum again!”

I obliged, pounding her with the vibrator, my free hand pinching and twisting her nipples. Sannidhi’s body was a vision of ecstasy, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her head thrown back in abandon.

“I’m cumming! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again!” Sannidhi’s voice was a hoarse cry as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

I let her ride out her pleasure, then slowly withdrew the vibrator, her pussy glistening with her juices. I switched off the toy, set it aside, and positioned myself between her legs.

“Now, my dear Sannidhi,” I said, my voice husky with need, “it’s time for you to feel the real thing.”

I positioned my throbbing cock at her entrance, slowly pushing into her tight, wet heat. Sannidhi moaned, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine as I filled her.

“Oh yes, Daddy…fuck me…claim me as your own.”

Her words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I began to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. I withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her. Our bodies slapped together with each powerful stroke.

“You like that, don’t you, Sannidhi? My hard cock pounding your sweet pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy…fuck me harder! Make me yours!”

Her words were like fuel on the fire of my desire. I complied, pounding into her with abandon, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Sannidhi met my rhythm, her nails digging into my back as she cried out in pleasure.

“Daddy, I can’t hold on! I’m going to cum again!”

I felt my climax building, my balls tightening as I pounded into her, my name a mantra on her lips. “Cum with me, Sannidhi,” I growled, my voice raw with need. “Cum on my cock!”

Our orgasms collided in a fiery explosion. I felt her pussy clench around my cock, milking me. I emptied my load deep inside her, our cries of pleasure filling the room.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat and cum. I kissed her forehead, my breath still ragged. “That, my dear Sannidhi, is just a taste of what I can offer. I hope you’re ready for more.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, Daddy, I’m ready for whatever you have in store. I think I’ve only just begun to explore this new world with you.”

Little did I know that this was just the beginning of our forbidden adventure, a journey into the depths of passion and desire that would change everything.

This marks the end of Part 1. I hope you enjoyed the story! Feel free to share your feedback at [email protected]. Thank you, take care, and goodbye!

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