I am Janaki, 45 year old married woman and a mother of two kids. I am working with a nationalized bank in NOIDA and my husband is a Central Government employee. I was born and brought up in Pallakad before I settled in Ghaziabad 22 years ago after my marriage. I am a regular visitor of ISS during the past one year or so and have made up my mind to tell a few stories myself. I would love to begin by narrating one of my real experiences with none other than my father-in-law.
Krishnamurthy alias Kiccha, my father-in-law served in the Navy before his retirement. My mother-in-law had passed away a good five years before my marriage and obviously that was one reason why I chose my husband ahead of others. I remember the very first time when I saw Kiccha when he had visited our house to meet my father seeking alliance. He was a towering personality standing well above 6 feet and a very strong physique, thanks to the years he had spent in the armed forces. I was slightly embarrassed to see a strange curiosity in his eyes when I was introduced to him. Somehow, I felt that he must be one horny old man and soon I got the confirmation after knowing that he had seven children. However, his son was handsome and strong just like his father if not better and hence I wasn’t hesitating to agree.
Kiccha was responsible for finding a house in NOIDA although my husband preferred to say inside Delhi. I was on long leave as my transfer application was pending and hence I had to be content staying with Kiccha at home most of the time. I knew that the old man was enjoying watching me whenever he got a chance. It was uncomfortable in the beginning which somehow turned out to be a sense of amusement seeing the old man trying so hard to have a glimpse of me all the time. My husband was not helping the cause by working for late hours and going on frequent inspections forcing me to reconcile to the fact that I had very little options to prevent my father-in-law ogling at me. I started noticing white spots in his dhotis which meant that the old man is either having some night falls or perhaps he was indulging in masturbation. His eyes kept searching for my young tits and occasionally he kept brushing my buttocks as he went past. Soon, I found out a thrill in his stealthy adventures and I thought it wasn’t wrong to have some diversion in my loneliness. After all, Kiccha was still looking good, if his bald head got the excuse.
As expected, it was he who started it off. I smiled to myself as my father-in-law always had a few words of praise for whatever I did at home. He even came out of his strict food habits by relishing the spicy food which I always preferred to cook. His admiration was getting a little personal as he occasionally commented about my looks. I knew that he was getting closer as my silence would mean more encouragement to make him more blunt in the future.
Hailing from a very orthodox family, I haven’t tried any adventures during my college days. I had no boyfriends although there were quite a few guys who kept chasing me. After marriage, I kept myself busy with the household so that I don’t get bigger staying at home. My husband and I had decided to postpone the first child for at least a year.
Finally, it did happen on a Monday morning. My husband had left for office well before 8 AM and I was taking bath. It was only after I finished bathing that I understood that I hadn’t brought my changing clothes inside. I slightly opened the door and saw my father-in-law glued to the TV. I knew that it would take less than a second for me to rush into my room from the bathroom without even crossing the old man. I had just the long towel wrapped around me and I opened the door wide enough and leaped towards my room. I tried to push the door which remained closed for a while in vain. It was only after a few seconds that I realized that my room had been locked from outside. As I turned I could see Kiccha tossing the bunch of keys suggesting that it was he who had locked my room. I was in a real dilemma to go up to him asking for the keys.
All of a sudden, Kiccha looked around and smiled at me. I froze at once realizing that he was getting a free view of my semi-naked body. He stood up and began walking towards me with a broad smile and eyes emitting desire.
“I have the keys,” He said mockingly. Surprisingly, I wasn’t getting angry at him for his mischief. In fact, I was trying hard not to show my excitement. I wished I could asked him what prevented him from pulling off the only towel I had on me and pouncing on my firm breasts.
“I have to change,” I said with my eyes looking at the floor. My heart began beating faster as he pulled off his banian and threw it on the sofa.
“I will let you go in. But, you need to strip once,” He sounded very composed.
I stood saying nothing. I really wanted the old man to strip me with some force. I have got somewhat fed up with the consensual sex with my husband who tried a bit too hard to be gentle on the bed. I wanted to be treated like a whore on the bed with the man showing no mercy to me. Kiccha was glancing me from head to feet for a while. His eyes stayed a bit longer on my breasts under the cover of a slightly wet towel. He gazed my thighs and legs before he moved forward towards the door and used the keys to open the door letting me inside. I sighed with a great deal of disappointment realizing that the old man wasn’t as daring as I had imagined.
Just as I entered the room, I felt a gentle jolt on my back pushing me straight onto the bed. I turned around thrilled to see my father-in-law actually closing the door from inside. His hands reached to the tip of the towel and pulled it off skillfully. I was naked and he was horny.
“Your tits look young and firm,” Kiccha was licking his lips. “I have been looking forward to cup them and press them.”
“Your son wouldn’t like that,” I said with an inviting smile.
“Who cares?” Kiccha said dismissingly and undid his dhoti. He snapped off the robe of his long stripped underwear and stood like a naked old ghost. He reached his dick, held them by his left hand, shook it in the air a few times before asking me, “Isn’t bigger than my son?”
“Can’t say,” I said at once. “Not until I feel it inside me.”
He laughed like a typical villain of a Hindi movie and said, “Then let me make you feel it.”
He jumped onto the bed like a teenager and as expected, his hands fell straight on my breasts. His grip was hard for a retired man as my melons were getting crushed in his lusty squeezes. His head rested on my breasts in alternates and as he moved up and down my breasts, my nipples were getting teased brushing against his bald head. His wrinkled fingers trailed the shape of my breasts and began circling around my areola and nipples. I heaved in excitement and I cursed myself for getting so hard so quick. My nipples were hardening fast and quick and I wondered if I was ever aroused like this before. The old man stroked his lips all over my body and his tongue made a circle on my navel. I tried hard to clutch his head to pull it up over by breasts again but my fingers slipped off his shiny head. I eventually caught hold of his ears and pulled him up till his mouth rested between my breasts. I felt like going through an electric shock as his head began shaking between my breasts. The old man’s tongue was out in a flash and soon he began moistening my breasts, areola and nipples. He was getting hard beneath as I could feel his long dick hardening between my thighs. His hands and mouth kept playing on my cushy breasts making me moan in joy.
Kiccha could have been one hell of a fucker I thought. His fingers and lips seemed to know every sensitive part of a woman’s body as he exhibited his proven skills in making love. His fingers stroked the shiny skin on my abdomen and trailing my inner thighs sending a delirious wave all over my body.
“I want to swallow your breasts,” Kiccha spoke with a furious expression on his face. His eyes almost bulged out while the few creases on his forehead indicated that the old man was trying hard to arouse me before he gets into me. I began enjoying his dirty talking as he kept making erotic descriptions about my breast, nipples and my pussy. I was taken aback when he accidentally said that he wanted to fuck my mother as thanksgiving to have borne a sexy daughter like me. I kept moaning encouraging to have a go at whatever he wished.
His rough palms brushed the tip of my nipples. His fingers toured around my breasts making them harder. He never let the grip on my breasts get loose as he kept playing with them as if he would never have enough of them. Unexpectedly, his lips pressed once hard against me and I thought it wasn’t a bad kiss coming from a 55 plus old man. He at once jumped down between my thighs and buried his face on my cunt. His head began jerking frantically while his lips stroked my cunt making me squirm on the bed. His tongue came out and it’s tip began licking my cunt lips. He half heartedly removed his hands off my breast and they moved downwards to rub my cunt with lust. My body arched like a bow and I lumped forward to see his shiny head moving between my legs. His fingers soon joined in the fun as he began thrusting two fingers at the same time inside my cunt lips diving deep inside. He looked up and began groaning loudly while his fingers dove in and out in tune with his groan. He never seemed like stopping until I exploded. He came up again to regain control of his preferred area, my breasts.
My hands felt a bit weak after the first orgasm although I kept dragging him into my breasts. After his second conquest of my breasts, he went down again and this time it was his tongue which took the initiative. I was thrusting my waist up and down as the old man gave me a wonderful lashing on my pussy with his rough tongue. Just as I thought that I could be nearing another orgasm, he paused and before I could look down, he climbed on me. His seasoned dick made its way inside my soaked pussy and began ramming deeper and harder. I felt sorry for my husband for a moment before brushing off this thoughts and beginning to enjoy the royal fucking. He wasn’t vigorous with his pumping which was understandable for his age. But, he did make me scream in joy by teasing my pussy by rotating his dick to brush the soft tissues surrounding my cavity. He kept gazing at my jumping breasts and occasionally grabbed them to squeeze. He soon was fucking me faster and faster as if to belie his age and just when I feared that he would shoot inside my womb, he pulled out his dick in amazing ease. His cannon let out shots of thick cum on my belly and we were exhausted.
“I can’t shoot inside you,” he said smiling. “Had I known it would happen today, I would have bought a few condoms.”
“Who prevents you now?” I replied in a weak voice although it had some mischief hidden.
And we lived happily thereafter.
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