Daya took longer because he was mama’s boy. I too felt bad but also felt relieved at the same time. I was happy to get back my freedom atlast. A few months later I changed back into my former dressing so I could entice Daya often like before marriage.
My blouses were back to deep necks and deep backs and my sarees were tied low waist showcasing my flat waist. I made this transition gradually, carefully watching out for any objectionable signs from Daya or dad.
Neither of them said anything about it. I was so happy and enjoyed my new found freedom thoroughly. Dad said “Usha these sarees suit you better than the earlier ones”.
I said “Daddy, you know how much mummy hated seeing me wear them”. He said “well now there is no one to taunt you Usha. So do as you please. Wear whatever that makes you happy”.
I thanked him and went about my chores. Sadly, my deep neck and open back blouses did not have any effect on Daya. I had been reading lots of erotic stories and my sex drive was increasing day by day.
Now my weekly dose of sex with Daya seemed insufficient but there was nothing I could do about it. Hence I settled with fingering in my bathroom. Daya remained totally oblivious to my clothes as if nothing had changed.
But at the same time I observed dad looking me up more often. Even when I stepped out of the house, I had men oogling my boobs and butt. This public attention made me feel good and alive again like before marriage days.
At the same time daddy’s stares on my big boobs and butt felt weird because I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. On every opportunity he would lustily stare at my cleavage especially when I bent forward to serve him.
One day, dad called me to his bedroom. When I entered, I found him siting on his bed sifting thru family jewelry. He took a gold chain and said “Usha it is customary for us to give this to our daughter in law. But I am not sure why my wife did not give it to you till now. Here take this”.
Now jewellery is every woman’s dream and weakness. I was on cloud nine holding that beautiful gold chain in my hands. Dad said “please wear it now Usha so I can see how it looks on you”.
I excitedly tried to tie it around my neck but was struggling. Dad burst out laughing hysterically looking at me. He motioned me to come closer which I eagerly did. I thought he was going to help me tie it around my neck.
He took the necklace from my hand and and without asking me, he dropped my saree pallu off my shoulders baring my deep cleavage to him. I was too shocked and frozen at this sudden event to do anything.
He held me by my waist pulling me closer, so close that I was standing between his open legs with my chest just centimeters from his face. He leaned forward and put the chain around my waist.
This resulted in his cheeks brushing against my under boobs and my naked waist while his hands felt up my waist all around. This sent lightning jolts of pleasures thru my body.
So let me tell you, my waist and especially my belly button is one of my super sensitive zones. Daya plays with it sometimes to get me wet and aroused quickly before penetration.