Please read the previous part here ( Forbidden Desires-1 ). Now let’s continue
This was the first time I was experiencing so much pleasures. This time my orgasm was so intense and strong that I might have subconsciously moaned screaming loudly. When I opened my eyes, I accidentally looked in the mirror opposite.
I was shocked to see my father in law standing at the door watching me while he massaged his hard sausage over his pants. Thankfully he did not realize me watching him thru the mirror because he was so lost.
I was not sure since how long daddy had been there. I was still lying waiting for my breathing to normalize after my last intense orgasm. I was lying on my bed with my head towards him and my saree curled up around my waist.
So at the most daddy could see my bare thighs and cleavage from top, nothing else. I corrected my clothes and then looked again in the mirror, daddy was gone. Out of curiosity I went to his bedroom.
He was not there, but I heard strange sounds from his bathroom. I tiptoed there placing my ear on the door. Daddy was stroking himself calling out my name. I was shocked but not surprised because of what just happened in my bedroom.
Then I stealthily left from there and changed into a fresh set of clothes. The rest of the day passed normally. Daya came home, we all chatted followed by dinner.
This time too dad stole glances at my cleavage and back while being careful about Daya being around. The very next day I switched back to my old conservative blouse on purpose.
Dad’s reaction was instant, he said “what happened to your other blouses Usha? You looked so much better in them”. In a hurry to dodge the question, I said “papa I don’t have much of them. They are all due for washing”.
He didn’t say anything. I went about my work as normal. Dad called me and asked “where is the chain Usha? Why are you not wearing it now”? I replied “sorry daddy, I forgot to wear it today”.
Even before I could battle an eyelid, dad was escorting me to my bedroom with his hand firmly around my waist. This touch again sent new sensations tingling thru my body arousing me again.
He stood holding me while I took out the chain from my cupboard. Then he took it from my hand and sat on my bed signaling me to come to him. I walked up to him, again standing between his wide open legs.
For some unknown reason I was not feeling any shame this time and willingly dropped my saree pallu. Daddy smiled while his hands encircled my waist and his face brushed my boobs and waist, for longer this time.
Despite my own self restraint, a soft moan escaped my lips when his face brushed my under boobs. Daddy was so close that his hot breath was hitting the undersides of my boobs speedily fueling my arousal.
After tying the chain, dad blew hot air at my navel making me moan again. Then he gave a wet french kiss on my navel making me let out a loud Ahh. Now my brain worked properly for the first time quickly bringing me back to reality.
I stepped back and said “stop daddy, this is so wrong. I am your daughter in law”. Dad looked at me for a moment, then he grabbed my waist with his strong hands pulling me back to him.
He firmly planted his mouth on my belly button and kissed harder. Despite the right signals from my brain, my body was again losing control. The sensations were so powerful that I placed my hands behind his head pressing him harder to my belly button while gasping for air between moans.
Daddy continued kissing for a good few minutes while his tongue explored my belly button inside out. I was on the brink of my orgasm and quickly came back to my senses again.
I pulled back from him a little because I couldn’t handle the embarrassment of cumming in front of him. Dad calmly said “see now, this looks so beautiful on you Usha” and left from there.
I only smiled signaling him a thanks with my eyes before I sat down on my bed with my overbearing arousal. As soon as he was out of the door, I lay on my bed pulling up my saree and petticoat.
I was beyond care about closing the door despite knowing well that daddy would probably be there watching me pleasure myself. Daddy’s touch and kiss on my navel had felt so good despite the taboo.
I had read about this navel pleasure in “Living my Fantasy, “The honeymoon” and other stories on this website. It had instantly become one of my favorite fantasies to experience it.
But at the same time, I knew Daya would never do it considering his lack of interest in foreplay. Daya only caresses my waist and that alone gets me wet enough.
So now this taboo experience with my father in law felt very acceptable to me. My arousal knew no limits driving me quickly towards my orgasm. Today’s orgasm was more intense than yesterday making me see stars when it crashed on my shores.
I glanced at the mirror to find dad massaging his hard sausage over his pajamas again while watching me with lust. Just like yesterday he was quickly gone by the time I corrected my clothes.
I tiptoed quickly to his bedroom and found him in the bathroom again stroking himself calling out my name. Today I heard him say something new. He said “ohh Usha, your navel is so beautiful and tasty. How I wish I could play with it all the time…”.
I found this very surprising but still very arousing especially because my father in law was saying it. I hopped back to my bathroom and cleaned up and corrected my clothes.
Then I stepped out for grocery shopping. When I came back, I saw Mr. Laal, our regular clothes store owner sitting with dad next to a pile of sarees. Daddy saw me enter, he said “quickly keep the bags in the kitchen and come here Usha”.
I did and came and stood next to him. Daddy held my hand and pulled me to sit next to him on the sofa. I was surprised at this gesture because this was the first time daddy had held my hand like this.
I did not mind because compared to kissing my navel and watching me pleasure myself, this was nothing. He ordered Laal to display a variety of sarees only transparent chiffon types.
I looked at daddy shocked, he smiled and said “I know what looks good on you Usha, so trust me on this”. I have to admit that dad’s choice of colors was very good and quite similar to mine.
Then he asked for the blouse catalog. Daddy quickly flipped pages which had typical old fashioned designs and stopped at the page with the latest trends… He put his finger on a blouse which was literally a bralette and looked at me.
I looked away embarrassed, daddy said “why? What is wrong with this design Usha… it is the present fashion trend and will look great on you”. I shyly replied “daddy you know I have never worn anything like this. This is too aggressive and exposing”.
Daddy said “so what Usha, now is a good time to try it”. Now even before I could say anything, dad looked at Laal. He said “please make two of these matching that black and beige sarees”.
I shrieked “no daddy, please no” and flipped the pages to designs similar to what I wear. I said “daddy please go with this”. He flipped one page to designs which were in between my selection and his.
He said “Usha your choice is very out of date. I am willing to settle for this alternative or what I chose earlier, only… You decide between these two”. Now thinking about his first choice, the second option seemed better despite the exposure.
The back was just a string on top to keep it together and the bottom was just a thin strip of cloth to cover the bra straps. I tried my luck by saying “I don’t know how Daya will take this daddy”.
Dad replied “ohh you don’t have to worry about him”. Dad told Laal to make all the blouses with this new design. I was told to go with the female assistant to my room for the measurements.
Dad told them to deliver two blouses of the colors of my choosing asap for my existing sarees, then they left. I served lunch and sat with dad. Surprisingly today dad seemed to be in a mood to help.
He worked with me in the kitchen getting the food ready which he has never done before. Every now and then he placed his palms on my waist feeling it on the silliest of excuse.
Honestly I was so used to this now and it felt very good, so I kept quiet. While serving lunch, my father in law was openly staring down my cleavage because we were alone.
I had already tried to cover my chest as good as I could with my saree pallu but while bending forward it would naturally hang loose. I decided to let go and continued with lunch.
To be continued….
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