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For the next few days, Keshav didn’t bring up the idea of meeting someone new. I decided to wait for him to say something because I didn’t want to be desperate. We had a lot of fun in bed watching my videos, though.
One week after the BDSM incident, Keshav told me we had to go and meet his parents. I was hesitant at first because they hated me.
“They have grown fond of you now, Anu, since you have taken good care of me. Besides, it’s been a long time since I visited my hometown,” he said.
I had no choice but to agree. We planned on spending a whole week there. Keshav’s parents usually don’t live in his hometown. They were just there for a function, so I had to bear with his entire family for a week.
His maternal uncle was the only one who liked me a little bit, but it was a different type of “liking”. He had a little trouble keeping his hands off me at our marriage. He constantly made contact with me and touched my bare hips and back.
I could see his wife had a problem with it, but he didn’t mind. He even tried to feed me food with his hands. But, hey, at least it was better than his whole family looking at me like I was an alien. His hometown was 300 km away from our castle.
We travelled in our car. I said I could drive, but Keshav refused. We arrived at their house around 10 pm. It was almost as big as our castle, except it had a village look instead of a western one. I was helping Keshav get into his wheelchair. I was interrupted by a lady who seemed to be a worker there.
Suddenly Keshav’s mom came towards me and hugged me. I was surprised. This is not how I expected my welcome to be. “Thank you for looking after my son,” she said with teary eyes.
“You don’t have to thank me, Ma. It’s my duty to take care of my husband,” I said.
His family gave us a warm welcome and introduced us to our room. It was at a corner of the ground floor. They left us alone for some time before dinner.
“Wow, Keshav, that was so unexpected,” I said.
“Told you they’ve grown fond of you now,” he replied.
“Not even in my dreams have I imagined this treatment from your family,” I said.
“It seems you have finally won over them,” he said.
We went outside after a while and had dinner. Keshav was chatting with his siblings, 2 brothers, a sister, and cousins. Meanwhile, I was talking to my in-laws. It felt like a dream, honestly. It felt like a family, finally.
But one thing that kept bothering me was some of the men eyeing me. I tried my best to cover my body. That’s something I never do. I wore a saree in the most homely manner possible.
After a long chat with my in-laws, his maternal uncle came to talk to me. His name was Ashok. He was probably in his late 50s, and he was not fit. But he didn’t have a huge fat belly either. He was just a little bit taller than me. He took me to the first-floor balcony because he had some private issue that he wanted to discuss.
“First of all, thank you for looking after our Keshav. We will always be grateful for you,” he said and hugged me.
My blouse didn’t cover much of my back, and I could feel his hands over my back. But I was really in a good mood. So I brushed it off, thinking I was reading too much into it.
“So I heard that Keshav’s lower body completely doesn’t function anymore. Does that mean… he can’t reproduce?” he asked. I was shocked that he actually asked that.
“Yes, but we are working on it. The doctors are optimistic about him becoming normal soon,” I said.
“So, as of now, your sex life is inactive?” he asked.
I knew this wasn’t going to end well. But I didn’t want to mess up and cause a scene, especially right after earning my in-laws’ trust.
“Yes, uncle,” I replied hesitantly.
“That must be hard on you. You’ve just entered your prime years of womanhood,” he said and looked at my boobs.
“Not really, uncle. It can wait till Keshav gets better,” I said.
“Still, it is such a pity you are too hot to be sexually inactive,” he said.
“Thanks for saying that, uncle. Your compliment means a lot,” at this point, I had no idea what to say.
“That hip of yours is so tempting. Do you work out regularly?” he asked, lowering the saree fold to see my hips clearly.
“Yes, uncle, I do,” I said nervously. I hated where this was heading. I knew I had to do something quickly. “I have to go, uncle. Keshav needs some meds to take,” I said and immediately went downstairs.
I noticed men eyeing me much more now. I realized I didn’t correct the saree fold Ashok lowered when I was talking to him.
‘There’s no point now. I just have to get to my room quickly,’ I thought. “It’s been a long day, honey. Don’t you think it’s time to sleep? We have a whole week to spend here anyway,” I said.
He agreed, and we all said goodnight and went to our room. I felt so relieved. Keshav was tired for sure. He fell asleep the moment he got in bed. I was wet from what had happened earlier. I hated myself for it, but I could not control myself.
Our room didn’t have a bathroom. There was a common restroom for 3 rooms. There were 3 bathrooms for 9 rooms just on the ground floor. I went to the restroom to masturbate. I got lost in the moment very quickly. But I know I said stuff like.
“Punish me, daddy,” and “Oh, yes, whip my ass,” and moaned Vikram’s name a lot. Suddenly I heard someone ask, “Ananya? Is that you?”
It took me a while to recognize it was my father-in-law’s voice. Fuck! my life was over.
“Yes, mama, it’s me,” I shouted back, and the door opened.
I forgot to lock the door behind me. I wasn’t naked. In fact, I didn’t remove my dress at all. I just lifted my saree and fingered myself. I covered myself quickly after he entered. He was surprised, for sure.
“Are you cheating on my son, Anu?” he asked.
“It’s not what you think, mama. Please forgive me,” I begged, and I pleaded. But he just locked the door and came towards me.
“Do you want everyone to know about this?” he asked.
“No, please, no,” I said with tears in my eyes. He unzipped his pants and said, “Suck it then.” I tried to speak but couldn’t get words out of my mouth. That’s how nervous I was.
“Just suck it now, or I will tell the whole house,” he said, forcing his dick in my mouth.
‘It’s okay, I will give him the best blowjob of his life, and he will forget about it,’ I said to myself. But he never allowed me to give one. He kept fucking my mouth for what felt like 5 minutes. It was alright because he was not that huge.
He finished inside my mouth. He didn’t cum much, so it was easy to swallow. I couldn’t look him in the eyes after that. I kept my head down in embarrassment. He lifted my chin to make me look at him.
“You did well, Kanna. I need something else from you now,” he said.
“What is it, mama?” I asked.
“Bend over and lift your saree,” he said.
“This is wrong, mama. I am like your daughter,” I said. But I knew he would do it anyway.
“You’re not in a place to tell me what’s wrong and what’s right, don’t you think?” he asked with the dirtiest smile I have ever seen. I could see his teeth through his thick beard and moustache.
“Just be quick, mama,” I said and bent over the bathroom sink. He lifted my saree and started fucking me. This was actually the first time someone had ever fucked me without a blowjob or proper lubrication.
It was painful at first, and he was surprisingly better than I thought he would be at fucking. But he didn’t last long, of course. Soon he finished inside me. He looked tired. That was probably his first sex in a very long time. He collapsed on my back and started kissing and licking my bareback.
“Thank you for this, Kanna. I will never forget this,” he said.
“Please keep this a secret, mama,” I said and stood up. But I was still facing away from him as I was too embarrassed.
“Of course, Kanna. My wife can’t know about this too. It will be our secret,” he said. “It was just this one time, right, mama?” I asked.
“We’ll see, Kanna,” he said and turned me around to kiss my lips. I didn’t want to, but he forced me into it anyway.
He just left the bathroom after a while. I came back to my room and thought about it for a while. If anything, I thought his uncle would be the one who would try to fuck me. This was unexpected, and I didn’t like it at all. The worst part was I was wet, and my body wanted more.
To be continued.
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