My name is Usha, I am 27 years old and married to Daya who is 30 years old and we have a 5 year old son. My husband is a businessman and he deals in import- exports and travels twice a month.
We stay with our in-laws. My father in law Prasad is 61 years old and mother in law Leela is 55 years old. Before anyone gets to conclusions, my bedroom life is satisfactory and I have no complaints.
Compared to the stories I have read here, I would call my bedroom life surely better than average. Yes, we did only vanilla missionary sex but we did it consistently once every week on Sunday night.
Foreplay was limited to Daya sucking my nipples on rare occasions and I was very content with that and my knowledge of foreplay too ended at that. After that was 3-5 minutes of pumping action, enough to make me climax with him.
So I was very satisfied with my married life, so about my in-laws, my FIL is a very calm and composed man while my MIL is the exact opposite. She breathes down my neck from morning till night finding faults in almost everything I do or don’t do.
I even had to switch my clothes to super conservative type because she had a problem with that too. I only wear sarees now because I love it and it is my current best option.
Before marriage I used to wear jeans, long skirts with t-shirts/tops and sarees on special occasions. My sarees were always tied it way below my navel. I have a flat waist and love to flaunt it when I can.
I am 34E-24-36 and have tear drop shaped breasts, I wear push up bras only because it makes my bust look bigger and very sexy as Daya describes it and loves it too.
My butt is curvy and firm despite marriage and childbirth. Even on the day of my marriage my saree was tied low waist. But from the very next day, it all changed because of my MIL’s incessant taunts.
I was ordered to wear it such that I exposed minimum waistline and flesh. All my deep neck and open back blouses went into cold storage as well, for the same reason.
Thankfully Daya was very supportive and once inside the bedroom, he let me wear what I want. My FIL who I also call dad/ daddy was equally supportive and understood the challenges every time my MIL was around.
He was always the only one to pacify me after each time my MIL gave me a earful. I really liked him for his unwavering support and understanding because all day he was the only one at home besides her.
There were many occasions when me and dad used to be alone like in the kitchen away from my MIL. Those times he never missed a chance to appreciate and compliment me and my skills.
After Daya came back from work, MIL would not tell me anything. Instead she would be all gaga over him and the hard work he was doing. Last year my MIL developed multiple health complications due to obesity.
To give you perspective, if I said she was fat as a potato then it would be an insult to the potato. If I called her fat as a hippo, then that would be an understatement, I hope you got the picture.
So after a few months of frequent hospitalization, she passed. The atmosphere at home was gloomy for obvious reasons with Daya and my FIL trying to get over the loss.