"Your entire family is downstairs and you're here with your father drinking and doing drugs," I scolded. "Go down and be with the family. Your mother would like you to be with her. Go now," I commanded him.
Nikhil looked at his father, pleading with him with his eyes, but Baba only gestured him to go. I looked at him sternly as he left the roof and followed him to the stairs.
"You go down. I'll now deal with your father," I said. Nikhil went downstairs, and I went back to the roof.
"Is he gone?" Baba asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Haha... yeah..." I replied as I sat on the chair facing him.
"You didn't have to be so hard on him," Baba replied as he inhaled deeply.
"And what was I supposed to say? That I would like to speak to your father in private?" I asked.
"What if he comes back and sees you drinking with me?" he asked as he took the empty glass from my hand and started pouring a drink.
"I'll tell him I was joking," I replied. Baba poured a drink, added two ice cubes, and handed me the drink.
"I didn't know you smoke weed," I said as I took a sip of whiskey.
"Very rarely. Last time I smoked was your wedding," he replied, inhaling a kash.
"Aah... so this is a pre wedding ritual," I said.
"Haha... sort of," he replied before throwing the joint away.
"Why aren't you downstairs?" I asked him.
"I was... I danced, I sang, I had a good time, but I really enjoy a drink when I'm alone," he replied.
"You weren't alone."
"Nikhil joined me sometime back. He also came looking for me like you did."
"What were you guys talking about?"
"Nothing... just father son talk."
"Aah... a pre wedding pep talk?"
"Haha... yeah, kind of."
"And what wisdom did you share, oh wise father," I said teasingly.
"Hahaha... tips on how to navigate life after marriage. What to do... what not to do..."
"So what should a good husband do and not do?"
"A husband should be a man, a provider, a supporter. He should take care of his family. He should take care of his wife's needs, be it financial, emotional, and physical. Especially physical," he replied, emphasizing physical.
"Yes... that's very important. A happy wife is a good wife. Happiness comes from an emotionally available husband, a providing husband, and a husband who satisfies his wife sexually," I replied, using the word sexually instead of physically.
"Correct. A sexually satisfied wife is an obedient and submissive wife," he replied proudly.
"Aaaah... So that's why Aai is so deferential to you?" I asked.
"The values of our times were different; wives from our generation don't call their husbands by name and are dutiful. And of course, I have satisfied her sexually," he said.
"Yes, I agree. Your generation is different to ours. How was the sex back then?" I asked teasingly, leaning forward.
"Haha... You're quite forthright, my dear. Is that a question for a daughter-in-law to ask a father-in-law?" he replied, teasingly.
"Baba... don't you think we are a bit beyond the father-in-law-daughter-in-law relation? And I'm curious, so indulge me," I said as I finished my glass of whiskey and held it out.
"Alright, if you're curious..." he said, leaning forward to pour another drink in my glass. "Sex back then wasn't as open as today. We didn't talk about it so openly like you do, but we were as inquisitive and horny as anyone today. We did it and loved it as much as your generation does, but we kept it under wraps and did not flaunt it."
"We don't flaunt it, Baba... but we do express our romantic feelings more openly," I countered.
"Nothing wrong with it. I'm just saying how our generation was," he said.
"So... tell me about your first night, your first time with Aai," I asked directly.
"You wanna know everything, don't you?" He was a bit taken back by the question.
"C'mon... just indulge me," I persisted.
"I am only answering your questions. When do I get to ask you questions?" he asked.
"What do you want to ask?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What you ask me, that will be my question for you as well," he replied with a grin.
He sort of put me in a quandary. I was slightly inebriated and my inhibitions were lowered and I wanted to ask him all sorts of naughty and embarrassing questions and enjoy watching him squirm in embarrassment, but now I would have to answer the same questions.
"Alright," I replied. I was surprised how easily I had agreed to his condition. "Okay...so how was your first night with Aai?"
He gave a brief reply. "It was good. A memorable night."
"What the... that's it?" I replied, annoyed.
"Hahahaha... What do you want to know exactly?" he said, laughing out loud.
"The details... the dirty, naughty details," I replied.
"There was nothing dirty or naughty. Your Aai was very shy and submissive on the first night," he reminisced.
"So you did not consummate your marriage that night?" I asked curiously.
"We did consummate," he replied with a nod.
"Baba... c'mon... You're being as shy as her right now. I need details," I said, sounding a bit desperate.
"Okay, okay, but that was a long time ago, so I don't remember every small detail. We shared our first kiss that night. At first she was hesitant to open her lips but then as I continued kissing her, she parted her lips and soon we ended up in a deep, intense kiss," he recalled and I listened intently.
By now I was a bit tipsy from the alcohol and weed, and my inhibitions were fast lowering. I was also turned on listening to him.
"I remember taking off her blouse for the first time. She was so shy, she kept her eyes closed the whole time. The lights were off, but I could clearly see her. I remember how soft and tender her bosom felt at the first touch," he recalled with a smile. Aai was not a busty woman, but she must definitely have had a nice, perky pair of tits back then.
"So, what position did you do it in?" I asked suddenly, which caught him off guard.
"Isn't that too much detail?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and the glass between his lips.
"Not if you want to know my details," I replied with a wink.
"Haha... okay... We did it in missionary position. It was our first time, you know..." he said. I sensed some hesitation on his part; after all, he was sharing the most intimate details and with his daughter-in-law.
"Now you tell me about your first night," he said, putting the ball in my court so to speak.
"Our first night was memorable, too. I was not as shy as Aai because I and Rahul had been intimate before the wedding," I replied.
He looked at me with raised eyebrows. Of course, he was shocked. Premarital sex was a no go for his generation.
"Intimate... I didn't mean that we went all the way, but we did kiss and all..." I trailed off shyly.
"Hmmm... Continue..." he replied with a smile.
"I also remember the moment I felt his hand on my breasts for the first time. I felt the strength but also the tenderness of his hands," I said, closing my eyes and recalling the moment with a smile. "Next thing I remember was his mouth on my nipples, sucking them hungrily one by one."
Baba was shocked by my sudden intimate confession but tried to hide it behind a poker face.
"Your son loves sucking my tits," I said before drinking a large sip of whiskey.
Baba was being a bit hesitant to share his intimate past, which was why I decided to be as brazen as I could to pull him out of his shell.
"Like father, like son..." he replied.
"You like sucking breasts too?" I asked.
"Of course... Suman had sore breasts the next morning," he said and chuckled.
"Same here. Your son sucked and squeezed them till they turned sore and red," I replied and noticed Baba's gaze on my breasts as I described them. "And what did you do after sucking Aai's breasts?" It was weirdly arousing asking my father-in-law how he made love to my mother-in-law.
"We undressed, and I tried going down on her, but she steadfastly refused," he said.
"Aah... So you don't mind going down on a woman?" I asked, sounding a bit surprised.
"Of course I don't mind. What made you think that?
"I don't know... uhh... I just assumed..."
"But Suman wasn't enthusiastic about it," he said.
"I and Rahul spent a lot of time pleasuring each other orally," I said casually.
"Aah... So you don't mind going down on a man," he said.
"I don't mind... Uhhh... Can I make a confession, Baba?" I asked and leaned forward.
"Sure..." he said.
I gestured to him to lean in towards me. He leaned forward, bringing his ear closer to mine.
"I love sucking cock," I whispered in his ear.
Baba looked at me with wide eyes, full of disbelief and arousal. I too was shocked at how little alcohol I needed to utter something so filthy.
He leaned in to say something to me. I turned my ear towards him.
"I love licking pussy," he whispered, and we both smiled at each other before laughing.
"You might love that, but Aai didn't. So how did you manage?" I asked, sitting back.
"Well, she came around after the first night. She complained at first as she thought it was dirty but I managed to convince her," he replied, sipping his drink.
"Convince her with your tongue?" I replied cheekily.
"Hahahaha... Indeed."
"So other than missionary, what other positions did you try?" I asked.
"That night, nothing else... But later on, quite a few."
"Later on, as in on your honeymoon?"
"We didn't have a honeymoon. I was in the army back then, posted in Himachal Pradesh. So we went there. Every day was a honeymoon."
"You didn't tell me more about your first night."
"That night, other than oral, we didn't do much. We were tired after a long day and had to wake up early the next morning. We did experiment a lot during our honeymoon, though."
"Experimenting, huh?"
"Yes. Different positions. Some we liked... some we didn't, but we tried them all."
"We too tried a lot of positions during our initial days. What's your favorite position?" I asked brazenly.
"Doggy style," he replied instantly.
I blushed hearing him not only because of the unabashed conversation, but because I loved doggy style too.
"What happened?" he asked as he saw me blush.
"Nothing," I nodded shyly.
"C'mon... just say it."
"I love doggy style too.," I replied. The moment he said he loved doggy style, my mind flashed an image of us doing it in doggy style. That fleeting image made me blush even more.
"There's no need to be so shy, dear. Just speak your mind," he said, taking a puff of a new joint and passing it to me.
I nodded and leaned forward, took the joint and took a deep puff.
"There's no pleasure like grabbing a thick butt and pounding it hard," he said, keeping the joint between his lips.
"A butt like this?" I said and stood up. I stepped up next to the table which was between us and slowly swirled with my butt jutting out, giving him a nice view of my sari covered plump derriere.
"Exactly. A voluptuous woman like you will be perfect for doggy style. Face down... ass up..." he continued, this time going straight at me. He put his hands in the air, like holding a butt between them.
I squirmed as I heard what he said and saw what he did. I felt an instant wet spot on my crotch.
"It goes deeper that way..." I replied.
"Aaah, yes... and it feels good, doesn't it?"
I nodded shyly and covered my smile with the glass of whiskey. "Yes... goes balls deep," I replied.
"Do you like it deep and slow or hard and fast?" he asked.
"A good mix of both... and that with a generous dose of spanking," I replied, biting my lower lip.
He smirked devilishly, hearing his daughter-in-law confess her deepest carnal desires. I smiled back knowingly. I was shocked at how drastically this conversation has escalated.
"But for deep penetration, one needs to pack a big tool," I added.
"Do you like it long or thick?" he asked.
"Both... but the girth matters more than the length."
"How about this?" he asked and stood up. Even on the dimly lit roof, I could see the bulge in his pajamas. This time, his cock was pointing straight out, forming a tent in the fabric.
"I don't know. It's too dark to see properly and..." I replied teasingly.
He stepped towards me and stood in front of me. I looked up at him and then at the erection, which was right in front of my face.
"Shalini Beta... Where are you?" We suddenly heard Aai calling me. I had been on the roof for quite a while now and my absence must have been noticed downstairs.
I quickly stood up and was about to walk away when Baba held my wrist. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but it was too tight.
"You didn't tell me..." he said, looking at me hungrily and with a lecherous smile.
"Tell you what?" I asked, even though I knew what he was referring to.
"My..." he said and looked down at his raging erection.
"I'll tell you some other time..." I said.
"Now is as good as any other time..." he replied as he started pulling me closer.
"Shalini?" The other ladies joined Aai in calling me.
I jerked my hand away and ran towards the stairs. I looked back at Baba, who was still standing with his erection. I gave him a smile and quickly went to the first floor. From there, I pretended to have walked out of one of the rooms.
"Yes Aai... I'll be down in a few minutes," I said.
"Where were you?" she asked from below.
"I was a bit tired. Was resting in this room."
"Okay, okay. Come down and join us," she said.
I quickly walked into the bathroom of the bedroom behind me, found a bottle of perfume and mouthwash in the bathroom. I sprayed perfume on my body and rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash to remove the stench of alcohol and marijuana. After tidying myself, I joined the ladies downstairs.
The rest of the evening was uneventful. I was surrounded by the ladies and we sang, danced and drank till late in the night. Baba, along with the rest of the men, joined us and he kept his distance from me, but had his eyes on me all the time.
Everyone woke up at dawn since the wedding Muhurat was scheduled very early. Everyone was busy getting ready to go to the wedding hall, and I didn't bump into Baba.
By 7 am, we were at the venue. The bride's family welcomed us in the traditional way and the wedding party was escorted inside. Nikhil and Aai Baba went on the stage where the pandit started the pooja and other ceremonies of the wedding. I sat on a sofa in the front row facing the stage and watched the wedding. I also mingled with the family as the wedding ceremonies went on.
Even though Baba was occupied with the ceremonies, he would glance at me every now and then. He even gestured to me that I looked very beautiful. I was indeed looking very pretty.
I was wearing a red silk saree with a golden border. I wore the saree perfectly without leaving any creases. The saree hugged my voluptuous figure, especially my butt and the red blouse under my pallu accentuated my bosom. I was wearing light makeup but had a bright red lipstick on. My hair was beautifully done, with a thick braid flowing down to my waist. I noticed quite a few stares on me, especially from the men on the bride's side, as I walked around.
After a while, the bride was escorted to the stage by her uncle. The priest continued the ceremony. The wedding ceremony was elaborate as per vedic customs. Kanyadaan was followed by the phera and finally the Mangalashtak was recited, followed by the varmala ceremony. By noon, Nikhil and Niharika were finally married.
The wedding was followed by a reception. All the relatives and other guests went on stage to wish the couple well and to take photographs. After all the guests were done, the groom's family was asked to come on stage for a picture.
We all went on stage. Nikhil and Niharika were sitting on royal wedding chairs while the rest of us stood behind them for the photo. Me, Aai and Baba stood directly behind the couple, the lower halves of our bodies hidden behind the chairs. I was standing to Baba's left, whereas Aai was to his right. Everyone else was on our flanks. There was nothing behind us other than the screen.
"Everyone... look here..." the cameraman called out.
Just then, I felt Baba's hand on my butt. He caressed my right cheek before giving it a tight squeeze. I bit my lips and suppressed a giggle as I felt his hand squeeze my butt tightly.
"Ready... Smile!" the cameraman called out again, and the cameras flashed. I'm sure my smile in the photograph was the biggest.
By the time everything wound up and we got ready to go back home, it was 11 pm. Everyone was tired after a long day of festivities and ceremonies, but there was also a sense of joy.
I decided to join the rest of the relatives in the bus because the innova was full of luggage and gifts. Nikhil and Niharika's car was full of luggage, and Niharika's sister also joined to drop her to her new home, as was the tradition.
The bus was already full by the time I entered. There were only a couple of seats at the back. I sat down at the window seat and pushed the seat back and tried to relax. Just then, I heard Baba enter the bus as well.
"Nikhil's car is already full. I asked Niharika's sister to sit in the innova with Suman. So I thought I'd take a seat on the bus. I hope you don't mind," he said politely as he walked towards my seat.
"Can I sit here?" he asked, standing in front of me.
"Sure Baba," I said, and he made himself comfortable on the seat next to me.
I smiled to myself, knowing fully well that this was just another smart plot by Baba. But I wondered if he was going to try doing something with the entire family right in front of us.
The bus started the long journey back home. It was a five hour journey and we would reach home near dawn. At first, everyone was talking to each other on the bus. I too spoke to everyone. After some time, one by one, everyone fell asleep. The inside of the bus fell silent, and the driver switched off the cabin lights. I looked at Baba, who smiled at me.
"It's very cold, isn't it?" he asked. It was indeed cold, with a strong gust of wind flowing into the bus. I nodded in agreement.
"I have a couple of shawls in the bag. Let me fetch them. It will keep us warm," he said and stood up. He pulled a bag out of the overhead storage and pulled out the shawls from the bag.
He then handed me one shawl. We wrapped our respective shawls around us and sat quietly for a while. The shawls were big, going down to the knees. They also covered our top halves completely and the darkness inside the bus added to the camouflage.
A couple of minutes later, I felt his hand moving the armrest between us. He pulled it up and tucked it between the seats. He then slowly slid towards me till his arm touched mine. He raised his shawl and wrapped it around us while I opened my shawl, allowing his hands to sneak between us.
I visibly shivered as I felt his hand grazing my thigh. I was wearing a salwar kameez which was comfortable for the long journey while he had changed into a shirt and a trouser. His hand started caressing my thigh, and I instantly felt my pussy twitch. His left hand smoothly caressed my thigh and then slid down to caress my inner thighs. I sighed and closed my eyes as I felt his hand getting closer to my cunt.
I kept my right hand on his thigh and slowly clenched my fist in pleasure, slowly scratching his trouser. He kept caressing my thigh for a few minutes, moving his hand slowly from my knee to almost my hip. This was our first direct contact after that 'accidental' night.
I was leaning back on the seat and my legs were stretched out and that gave him access to my entire thigh, which he made sure wasn't left untouched. I too was moving my hand on his thigh, slowly brushing the edge of my palm against his throbbing erection.