How My Father-In-Law Made Me His Slut

My name is Ayesha.I got married last year.Just like many of the conservative kerala muslim families .My father made me study an insignificant BSc Maths in a local college before marrying me off. My husband works in Gulf. A very good man and lover.We stayed together for 2 months after marriage and then he left to Gulf ,while I applied for my passport and dependant visa.

Since,my father-in-law was a widower living alone.He sent me back to stay in my parent’s house to avoid boredom.But then,my elder brother’s wife had some complication in her pregnancy,so my father and mother had to rush to Canada where they lived.So I started living in my husband’s house. It was an old ancestral house with 3 bedrooms,1 large hall,1 dining room,storage room,kitchen,outhouse and a large garden outside the house with coconut and mango trees.

Life is simple,but boring out there as the nearest neighbour was half a km away.We had a servant named Philomina who used to come every afternoon and wash the clothes and dishes alongwith the house. Father-in-law(FIL) loved to do gardening.He is a retired maths teacher.He also taught me to drive their car and apply for license.But just when everything was going smooth,disaster struck.My birthdate in passport didnt correspond to my marksheet.Since that country was very strict about human trafficking. They launched a full police investigation to authenticate me and I was told that the process might take atleast 6 months.

My husband was totally aghast learning as much as I’m.So was I,we were virgins till marriage,had sex for 2 months and now we have to wait atleast for 6 months before seeing each other and he had exhausted all his leaves and will not be allowed for any more atleast for a year.

FIL then asked me to learn something during that time like computer courses,but I wasnt interested.My days were running with going to market to buy groceries,help in gardening,playing chess and chatting with my husband in skype.

One morning,I woke up at around 10am which was strange as I always woke up early and I felt that my breasts were a bit sore .I also could remember that I had a sexy dream that night.So I thought I must have felt myself in the dream.

However,4 days later,same thing happened,I woke up late with my breasts being sore.But a week later,when I saw my reflection in the bathroom after a similar night,I saw a small red mark in my left breast.I knew it was a love-bite(a bite made my someone during sex).I knew it was not a dream anymore.The only person at home was my FIL.Could he have done? I chided myself.He was a gentleman and hardly looked at me with that intention.But I needed to make sure it was him.

So,I had an idea.I purposely buttoned the 2nd hook of my nightie with the 3rd hole and reversed my bra before hooking before sleeping.I did that for around a week with no results.But then once again,I woke up late and saw my nightie and bra hooked properly.

I understood that my FIL was mixing sleeping pills in my badam milk and then playing with my body.He wasnt penetrating either because he dont want to get caught or he was impotent.But I know he wont stop until I caught him red handed.

So I started pouring badam milk in the sink when he was not looking.One night,my inner feelings told me that he was going to do tonight.So I wanted to tease him a bit my sleeping with my saree instead of changing into a nightie as I normally would.because it was easy to wear back the nightie,not the saree.I wanted to see the disappointed look on his face.

I pretended to sleep.More than an hour passed.I felt the door of my bedroom open by a crack.He slowly whispered “Ayesha Mole”.I didn’t respond.His voice grew louder each time he called.But I knew he was just testing whether I was asleep.So I kept quiet.He entered in and switched on the light.He saw me curled up in the saree instead of nightie.I could sense his disappointment as he switched off the light and leave.

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