A Fling With My F-I-L

Hi ISS Readers, this is Sudha once again, writing after a long gap – remember my previous post “Road To Heaven”? I received a lot of mails from readers and have wanted to write again to share some more experiences with you. I hope readers will like this story too.

The incident that I’m about to describe happened around 10 years back when I was 22. I had just been married and was staying with my husband in Bombay. We were living in a comfortable 2BHK flat in Mulund and life was good and enjoyable. My husband was, like me, adventurous by nature and had a great sex drive and we used to enjoy our sex life. I was at that time a housewife and had vague plans of seeking a job but was not really in any hurry to do so. Coming down to the incident that I’m about to describe, my in-laws came over to Bombay for a short 10 day stay. This was in November, they were visiting us to attend a wedding – one of my husband’s many cousins was getting married. For a while our house was packed with guests and there was a lot of gaiety and celebration all around. My 2 BHK flat was occupied by about 12-14 guests, leaving us with virtually no privacy. Though it was an inconvenience, it was also an enjoyable time as everyone was in a happy, fun filled mood.

On the wedding eve after the pre-wedding day rituals and partying etc got over we were returning home. There were 7 of us trying to adjust and sit in my husband’s Santro car. My husband was driving and my brother-in-law who was slightly bulky was in the front seat with his 13 year old daughter on his lap. That left 4 of us on the rear seat – my parents in law, my husband’s chitappa (paternal uncle) and myself. Since I was the youngest and slimmest (I still maintain my figure!) I was forced to adjust and sit on my father-in-law’s lap. It was already past 11:30 at night when we started from Borivli to return to Mulund, a good 1 hour drive. I had dressed in a loose T-shirt and a long skirt for the evening party. When I sat on my fil’s lap I jokingly told him whether he could bear my weight and he laughed my concern away by saying I may be 56 years old but I can still claim to be fitter than most people of your generation.

Well, the car started and within a few minutes most of the people were either half asleep or actually snoring. As the car was over-crowded the air-conditioner too wasn’t very effective and I, therefore, tried to roll down the rear window a little bit. My fil helped me and as he wound down the regulator his hand pressed against my breast. I felt an electric current pass through my body and, involuntarily, I shivered – even if my fil’s gesture might have been unintentional, he definitely realised the effect that he had created. Leaning close to my me he whispered in my ears “I’m sorry” – I shook my head to indicate it was all right, with a half smile on my lips. What was, initially, an innocent touch became, with that half smile from me, a signal of encouragement to him I think. For, slowly, I felt his palm rest on my hip and give me the gentlest of a squeeze, trying to ascertain my reaction. I felt goose pimples all over and slightly leaned back against his manly chest. Encouraged by this he let his hand roam inside my T-shirt, encircling my waist, his palm feeling my skin and flesh. Beneath my buttocks I could feel his organ uncoiling and slowly stiffening while his hand continued to explore my waist and hip. Mmmmmm, this was getting interesting and delicious. The thrill of the taboo relationship especially when my husband as well as his wife were with us made me exhilarated. A tingling sensation ran through my vagina I could feel my labia getting wetly moist – a low moan escaped my throat which only he heard.

He reached boldly into my T-shirt and cupped my breast over my lacy bra and squeezed gently, an explorative squeeze to gauge the size and firmness of my breasts. I’m a size 30, firm and fresh with small, pert nipples. He seemed to like the feel and continued to squeeze and roll my breast. I was in heaven, horny and dripping into my panties, wondering to myself what exactly was I getting into while also wondering how “different” his hands felt as compared to my husbands. By now his erection was poking into my buttocks and I could feel his breathing grow a bit heavy. His hands now reached into my armpit and I squirmed with the ticklish delight as he stroked my clean shaven area. Leaning back, as if I was feeling sleepy, I rested my head on his shoulder. He kissed the nape of my neck and ran his tongue into my ear, dripping saliva into it causing goose pimples all over my body. I tell you, I cummed right then a suddering wave of orgasm rippling through my tingling vagina when his tongue casually played inside my ear. Squeezing my thighs together, I squirmed as he whispered into my ear “You’ve cum?”. I nodded, silently. The car, meanwhile, was on it’s sleepy way though the dark night and we were close to home.

On reaching home, we were all busy for a while in preparing for the next day’s festivities. Plans made, alarm clocks set, clothes kept ready for wearing tomorrow etc. In all the hustle and bustle as everyone was pre-occupied my fil asked me to bring him a glass of water. Half suspecting his intentions I went to the bedroom with a bottle, my heart palpitating, my thighs quivering. He was standing out of the balcony wearing a lungi and a T-shirt, I was still in my skirt/T-shirt. On reaching the balcony he pulled my hand and dragged me to a corner, talking in a normal voice asking me to point out a few landmarks here and there. His hand lifted my skirt and plunged into the top of my panties’ elastic, into the v shape of my vagina, slipping easily into my wet, slippery slit, probing my clitoris. Unable to resist, overcome with desire, boldly I reached into his lungi – he had already removed his underwear and his rod was erect, a thick, throbbing monster. Not as long as my husbands’ but thicker and with bigger, heavier testicles. Smooth, silky smooth, I just tugged and tugged at it for a few seconds before whispering to him “Appa, let’s do this some other time. It’s too risky now”. He nodded once before plunging his finger all the way into my love hole and running circles inside me as I moaned with lust filled pleasure. Taking his finger out, slowly and deliberately he sniffed it appreaciatively before licking my juice off his finger. “Tomorrow, afternoon” he said….

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