The Tales Of Mohini – An Indian Housewife

I opened my drawer and saw my turquoise blue bra was missing. It had been happening regularly now. My bras would go missing and a few days later would be placed right back in the drawer. Finding the culprit was a no brainer. It was just two of us at home, me and my father in law.

I was 23 when I got married into this house. Three years have past. My husband has practically migrated to Abu Dhabi, reasonably left me for his girlfriend whom he wanted to marry but could not due to strict Indian value systems and I am stuck in this life.

Days went by and there’s nothing to look forward to. I was a happy and cheerful girl before marriage. Had a boyfriend, had a life. Until this marriage changed everything.

I am not frustrated sexually if that is what you may be thinking. I am just unhappy.

In three years, my husband must have touched me just about five times. I don’t even know what his mouth tastes like. I mean, he had kissed me but in such a loathing way that it kind of never clicks. And I know it because I have been kissed, fondled, caressed, gently rocked with my boyfriends penis inside me. Brought to orgasms, fucked again, sucked on my nipples with such desire that I had offered my cunt to him many many times. And here I was unloved, unfucked and above all, being sort of hit on by my father in law.

Sheesh…could it get worse?

Ok, so this bra that went missing was the fifth one gone in a period of three months. I wondered what he did with it. Probably wanked off.

I know that for sure by the way he used to stare at me. He’s not bad in any other way. Takes care of me. Tells his son to come back to me. But fooling around with my bras? I mean, come on, I am twenty six and you are thirty years older. I am your loser son’s wife. I can’t take more crap from life. Thinking this, I went to check for my bra in his room. I looked everywhere in vain. Suddenly I noticed its strap under his pillow….I yanked it out and went back into my room. It made me so upset.

I lay in bed for the rest of the evening. But I guess after taking so much nonsense from this household, I wanted to get back at him. Why should I take it all lying down, I thought.

And like an angry Indian goddess I devised a plan.

I wore the stolen bra under the most transparent white shirt one can find, pulled on a pair of denim shorts and waited for him to get home from his golf game.

The bell rang, I opened the front door and let him see me in my angry vengeance outfit. I could see the shock in his eyes. But I guess in my getting back drama I had piqued his libido instead.

He was not overtly sexual while having dinner. But as he sipped on his single malt, I could see him tracing my body with his gaze. He spoke lesser than usual. Only his admiring glances swept through my body. And in a long time, my own sexual feelings were also returning in waves…to my neck, my shoulders, my butt, my boobs…all the way to the tip of my nipples.

So I went to my room. Went under a cold shower and went to bed.

Things were normal the next day. I dressed normal. He looked at me normally. We were like before.

The day after that he said he had a party at the club, so he left around five in the evening saying he would be back at eight.

At around 7:30, I was lazily thinking of taking a quick shower when I opened my drawer to notice a missing undergarment. Only this time it was my super sexy thong.

I looked In his room and there it was but this time in his drawer, with his briefs.

So at eight, I opened the door for him clad only in my underwear and a t shirt. He was shocked and stared at me for the longest time. And broke into a naughty smile.

Immediately, I was embarrassed and went to my room. He came after me and knocked. I want to be alone I said. Open up I have to talk to you he said. But I didn’t.

So he got the keys, unlocked my door and came up to me. I was laying on the bed, head down and weeping. Caressing my hair he said, at least turn around, let me look at you….you are looking so beautiful tonight.

Slowly and with a lot of pleas from him, I turned around. He took my face in hands, hissing and saying sorry, he started kissing it. His warm kisses felt sooo good & somehow i let him kiss me.

Then he pulled away and looking into my eyes he started rubbing my lips with his fingers. He played on them saying, a creature like you, at this age, in your prime, with these bouncy tits, warm blood flowing in your veins, you need to be sexed, you need to be made naked and fucked, my darling!!! Let me show you how it is done my little angel….

His words drove me mad with desire. I was scared but turned on like a bitch in heat. So instead of saying anything, I responded by sucking his fingers gently but with a strong sense of approval.

He leaned forward and put his lips on mine. Oh god…it felt right.

He immediately started feeling my tits and all I wanted at that time was to get sucked. He flicked his tongue on my tongue and made me feel faint. I moaned and held on to him tighter and with the utmost sense of submission mixed with triumph, i rocked my body towards him so that he knows I am offering him my mouth and most especially my tits.

Sensing this he grabbed my left tit and started squeezing it. I loved every inch of that feeling and liked how I was filling his hand.

And then he started playing with my nipple. It had been such a long time and I literally broke into tears.

He kept kissing me and reached out for the other one. I bucked like a leaf under his touch. His kissing got more intense and he started saying things which made it even hotter. You want me to suck your bouncies, baby? You want me to suck your titties, sweetheart? You like it that daddy is playing with them? Answer me…my minx….my sex goddess…answer daddy…say yes to daddy…you know daddy loves your soft titties? Say yes…say yes…otherwise daddy’s going to go to his room and leave you hot and horny!!!

When I heard this, words just fell out of my mouth….daddy please suck my nipples…put your mouth over it and suck me dry…please…I have been longing for sex daddy…I have been feeling your mouth on my bras daddy….please don’t leave me like this…I will give you every inch of my body…

He pulled away….took off my t shirt…flung my bra away and lay on my lap like a baby. He started slapping my tits while grunting, look at these things…you fucking nymphet have been teasing me with your beautiful tits….couldn’t you just come naked to my bed yourself??? Why have you been making me go mad with desire…you will be punished…now I have to beat them like this….

And he slapped them.

I let him have his moment. And tried to sooth him by caressing his hair and his hands. I took the beating because it felt so good. I loved his way of making out. Slowly he calmed down, he came up to my face and kissed me mumbling sorry and showering me with apologies. Then he said, I will make you come by sucking your nipples like a baby…is that ok, love?

I was overjoyed to hear this…I liked it a lot.

I cradled him by putting a pillow under his head. He played with one nipple and put the other to his mouth. He moaned on getting his fill and like a mother, I caressed his hair, his face and his hands that were fondling my tits while leaning to feed him every inch of my nipple. He took breaks to kiss my lips saying things like, daddy loves your body sweetheart….will you give daddy all of it???

I rocked him gently while enjoying the thrill of his sucking saying, yes daddy…I am your wife from now on…your young, sexy, horny, submissive wife.

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