Father In Law Become My Send Husband

In the sultry heat of Bangkok, I found myself entangled in a web of forbidden desire and hidden passions. At 25, I was a married woman with a 5-year-old son, living under the same roof as my in-laws. My husband, Anand, was a successful businessman, often traveling for work, leaving me alone with my thoughts and growing desires.

My mother-in-law, a stern and traditional woman, had passed away, leaving me with a newfound sense of freedom. Her absence allowed me to explore my sensuality, to dress in a way that made me feel desired and alive. I began to wear sarees that were sheer and revealing, blouses that tied at the back, exposing my skin, and petticoats that rode low on my hips, accentuating my curves.

My father-in-law, Raj, was a retired government official, open-minded and observant. He noticed the changes in my wardrobe, his eyes lingering on my body, taking in every curve and contour. I could feel his gaze, hot and heavy, as I moved about the house, my saree clinging to my body, my blouse barely containing my breasts.

One evening, as I served dinner, I felt Raj's eyes on me, his gaze roaming over my exposed midriff, my deep navel, and the swell of my breasts. I could feel my body responding, my nipples hardening, my breath hitching. I turned to him, a smirk playing on my lips, and caught him staring. He didn't look away, his eyes dark with desire.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about him, about the way he looked at me, about the way his gaze made me feel. I slipped my hand into my petticoat, my fingers finding my wet and ready. I imagined it was Raj's hand, his fingers exploring my body, his touch setting me on fire.

The next day, Raj called me to his room. I went, my heart pounding in my chest, my body already betraying me, already aching for his touch. He handed me a silver chain, telling me it was a family heirloom, meant to be worn around the waist. I tried to put it on, but my fingers fumbled, my nerves getting the best of me. He stood behind me, his breath hot on my neck, as he helped me secure the chain.

His fingers brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his gaze on my body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed flesh. I turned to him, my breath hitching as I saw the desire in his eyes. He reached out, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb brushing against my hardening nipple. I gasped, my body arching into his touch.

He leaned in, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into him, my body pressing against his, my hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders, his back. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He pushed me back onto the bed, his body covering mine, his hardness pressing against my thigh.

He pulled down my petticoat, his fingers brushing against my wet folds. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside me, his thumb circling my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was already on the edge, my body aching for release.

He moved down my body, his lips finding my navel, his tongue dipping inside, sending shivers down my spine. He moved lower, his lips brushing against my inner thighs, his breath hot on my pussy. I moaned, my hips bucking, begging for his touch. He obliged, his tongue finding my clit, his lips sucking, his teeth nibbling. I came undone, my body convulsing, my scream echoing through the room.

He moved up my body, his cock finding my entrance. He slid in easily, my body still pulsing with pleasure. He moved slowly, his hips rolling, his cock hitting all the right spots. I moaned, my nails digging into his back, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust.

He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine, his cock filling me completely. I could feel another orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath hitching. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, his thumb circling, sending me over the edge. I came with a scream, my body convulsing, my pussy milking his cock.

He came soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. I wrapped my arms around him, my body still pulsing with pleasure, my mind racing with thoughts of what we had just done.

Over the next few weeks, our encounters became more frequent, more passionate. He would call me to his room, his eyes dark with desire, his body already hard and ready. I would go, my body aching for his touch, my pussy already wet and ready.

He would undress me slowly, his fingers tracing every curve, every inch of exposed flesh. He would kiss me, his lips exploring my body, his tongue tasting every inch of me. He would make me come, his fingers, his mouth, his cock bringing me to the edge of pleasure, over and over again.

He would fuck me in every room of the house, his desire for me insatiable. He would take me in the kitchen, his hips slamming against mine as I bent over the counter. He would take me in the living room, his body covering mine as we lay on the couch. He would take me in the bathroom, his cock sliding into me as I stood under the shower, the water cascading over our bodies.

He would take me in the daylight, his body pressed against mine as we stood by the window, the sun shining down on us. He would take me in the night, his body covering mine as we lay in bed, the moon casting a soft glow over our entwined bodies.

He would take me in every position, his desire for me knowing no bounds. He would take me from behind, his hips slamming against mine as he gripped my hips, his cock filling me completely. He would take me from the front, his body covering mine as he looked into my eyes, his cock hitting all the right spots.

He would take me on top, his hands gripping my hips as I rode him, my body bouncing on his cock, my breasts bouncing in his face. He would take me on the side, his body pressed against mine as he slid in and out of me, his cock hitting all the right spots.

He would take me in every way imaginable, his desire for me insatiable, his body always ready, always hard, always hungry for more. And I would let him, my body always ready, always willing, always eager for his touch.

Our secret became a part of our daily lives, a hidden passion that fueled our every interaction. I would dress in a way that drove him wild, my sarees sheer and revealing, my blouses tied at the back, exposing my skin. He would watch me, his eyes dark with desire, his body already hard and ready.

He would touch me, his hands roaming over my body, his fingers tracing every curve, every inch of exposed flesh. He would kiss me, his lips exploring my body, his tongue tasting every inch of me. And I would let him, my body aching for his touch, my pussy already wet and ready.

Our encounters became a part of our routine, a secret passion that fueled our every interaction. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, our desire for each other only grew stronger, our passion for each other only more intense.

One day, as I was changing into a new saree, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see Raj, his eyes dark with desire, his body already hard and ready. He reached out, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my hardening nipples. I moaned, my body arching into his touch, my pussy already wet and ready.

He turned me around, his body pressing against mine, his cock pressing against my ass. He reached around, his fingers finding my wet folds, his thumb circling my clit. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand, my body already on the edge of pleasure.

He slid into me easily, his cock filling me completely. He moved slowly, his hips rolling, his cock hitting all the right spots. I moaned, my nails digging into his thighs, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust.

He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine, his cock filling me completely. I could feel another orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath hitching. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, his thumb circling, sending me over the edge. I came with a scream, my body convulsing, my pussy milking his cock.

He came soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. I wrapped my arms around him, my body still pulsing with pleasure, my mind racing with thoughts of what we had just done.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, our breath slowly returning to normal, I knew that this was just the beginning. Our passion for each other was insatiable, our desire for each other unquenchable. And as long as we had each other, we would continue to explore the depths of our forbidden love, to indulge in our secret passion, to savor the taste of each other's forbidden fruit.