"This patch of the road is a bit bumpy so hold on," Baba said as he slowed down the car on the highway.
We were on our way to the bride's village, where the wedding was to be held in two days. The wedding party consisted of two cars and a bus. The first car, a Toyota Innova, had me, Baba, and Aai. The second car was a Ford Endeavour with my brother-in-law Nikhil, and a couple of his friends. The bus was filled with the extended family and followed the cars.
Since it was a five-hour drive to the bride's village, we set out early in the morning, hoping to be there for the lunch hosted by the bride's family. Baba sat in the front seat next to the driver, whereas Aai and I sat in the back. I was behind Baba's seat and Aai was behind the driver.
We stopped for a small break after a couple of hours. Everyone had breakfast and a bathroom break before we set out again. This time, Baba was at the wheel while the driver sat next to him. Baba loved driving and when he had to travel long distances, he preferred it to taking the train or a flight.
Aai had trouble travelling by road. She would get motion sick and usually tried to sleep through the drive. Right now, she was sitting to my right with her eyes closed and head leaning back on the car seat. She was fast asleep, having woken up at dawn.
"Woah... that was a big pothole," I cried out as the car drove through a rather deep pothole.
"Sorry beta but the road is too bad. This road had been washed away during the monsoon floods. They haven't fixed it yet," Baba said. The road was bad, with deep potholes and bumps everywhere. The body of the car rolled and everyone inside moved like bop bags.
I was wearing a saree. Since I was the senior daughter-in-law of the family and we were going to go straight to the bride's house with no time to change my clothes, I preferred to wear a silk saree. The rolling motion of the car made the pallu of my saree slide down and fall on my thighs, exposing my blouse-covered chest.
I picked up the pallu and flung it over my shoulder and was adjusting it when I noticed Baba's gaze through the rear-view mirror. My deep cut blouse showed a lot of cleavage and within a second or two, Baba's hungry eyes were on it like a predator locking in on a prey. He gave me an impish smile while I smiled back kittenishly.
I was wearing a rose pink silk saree with a golden border. The blouse I was wearing was deeply cut, which honestly was a bit inappropriate for the occasion, but I thought my pallu would cover my chest. I hadn't considered my incorrigible father-in-law and his perverted gaze.
I looked over at Aai, who was in a deep slumber. She wasn't feeling good anyway and the bad road only made it worse. I then glanced at the left side mirror and saw that the driver wouldn't be able to see me since the mirror was tilted away from me, towards Baba.
I slowly pulled my pallu aside, just enough to give him a glimpse of my deep cleavage before sliding the pallu back into position. Baba looked into the rear-view mirror at me and then looked ahead to the road. I then slowly slid the pallu back, exposing a little more of the deep valley between my breasts and kept it there for a couple of moments longer. Baba was looking at me hungrily. Thank God the bad road made Baba drive slowly, and sparse traffic made it safer. I covered up again and simpered, looking at my horny and helpless father-in-law as he shuffled restlessly in the driver's seat.
I was equally turned on by such a perverted situation. My mother-in-law was sitting next to me, the driver was sitting in front of me and I was giving glimpses of my cleavage to my father-in-law who was driving. It was dangerous, but equally arousing. I kept checking Aai and the driver to see if they were noticing our decadent play.
Baba tilted the rear-view mirror downward, giving him a clear view of my chest and face. I sniggered as he did that and dropped my pallu for a few seconds, allowing him to give my cleavage and my well proportioned, blouse covered breasts a good look.
Every time I showed him my cleavage, he slowed down the car to look at it and sped up the car after I covered it.
This happened a few times, and the driver asked, "What happened, Saheb? Is the car okay?"
"Yeah yeah... the car is okay... it's just that I slow down before a bad path of the road," he replied as an excuse.
"The bad patch will end shortly. The road from here is in very good condition," the driver replied.
"Good... so we can get there on time," Baba said, turning his attention back to the road.
Our perverted game of peekaboo came to an end soon. The bad patch of road ended and Baba started driving fast, and Aai woke up.
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We reached the bride's village in a couple of hours. The hosts had made arrangements for us to stay in a house some distance from their own, closer to the venue of the wedding.
The hosts welcomed us at the house and after the pleasantries were exchanged, all of us were escorted inside. This house was similar to ours in its layout, but a little smaller. We all were allotted our rooms, and I got a room on the ground floor and Aai and Baba got a room next to mine. The rest of the family was given rooms on the first floor.
After freshening up, everyone assembled in the dining room. The hosts had hired a caterer for us and all arrangements were already done. There were two long dining tables laid out for us, with each table hosting 12 people. Nikhil took the first seat as the groom while I sat next to him. Aai sat opposite to Nikhil, while Baba sat in front of me. The table was covered with a tablecloth which flowed down to the floor on each side.
The mood was jolly and everyone was enjoying the elaborate and delicious food offered. As I was eating, I felt something against my feet. I looked at Baba, who was busy eating and talking to Nikhil and Aai. I thought it was an accidental touch and didn't respond. After a few seconds, I felt his foot on mine. This time, he kept it there for a second or two. This time, it was deliberate. I looked at him and he passed me a glance, but continued eating and talking to everyone. I could feel the ball of his foot and the toe on my soft skin. I playfully kicked his foot away and went on behaving as though everything was normal.
A minute later, I felt his foot again, but this time, he moved his foot up and down my right foot. I looked at him; he was looking at Nikhil and talking. I could feel goosebumps on my body. I stopped eating for a second and continued looking at him. I wondered why he was taking such risks here? Luckily, the long flowing tablecloth hid his naughty act.
"What happened, beta?" Aai asked, as she noticed me pausing.
"Nothing Aai... just listening to your conversation," I replied, trying to sound normal even as he caressed my foot.
Aai nodded and started eating again. Baba looked at me fleetingly and gave me a naughty smile. I bit my lip as I felt his toe slowly sliding up to my ankle and then slowly inch up a little. That was enough to jumpstart my arousal. I had been in a sensitive state of semi arousal ever since I had come here and the mutual masturbation session from two nights ago only fanned the flames inside me.
I trembled as his toe slowly slid up to my shin, pushing my saree up a little. This time, I didn't push him away and let him play as he pleased. He started gliding his foot slowly up and down my shin. I decided to play along and placed my left foot over his and slid it up to his ankle. I saw him shuffle a bit and look at me. He was doing a good job of behaving normally and so was I. The table cloth covered everything under our knees, so no one could see our little game of footie under the table.
He was moving his left foot on my right leg and I was gliding my left foot on his left leg. Since he was wearing a pajama under his kurta, I couldn't move up my foot a lot, but he was smoothly moving his foot up and down my shins since I was wearing a saree.
If I couldn't play with his legs, I thought of upping the notch. I slid my foot over his pajama covered leg, past his knee and then his thighs before I brushed my toe against his crotch. He visibly shook from my touch, which Aai and Nikhil noticed.
"Kay Aho? What happened?" Aai asked out of concern.
"Nothing... I bit into elaichi..." Baba replied, sounding a bit nervous.
Aai and Nikhil chuckled and went back to eating. All this while, the sole of my foot was pressed against his crotch. I could feel his erection against my foot. I stayed still for a while and then started moving my foot slowly up and down over the length of his erection. Baba, who was about to put a spoonful of food inside his mouth, stopped for a moment, then glanced at me before putting the spoon inside his mouth.
Baba's foot has stopped moving over my leg while my left foot was caressing his pajama covered cock. I gauged the length of his cock with my foot and then took his cock between my toes to gauge his girth. My toes were stretched painfully as I tried to fit his thickness between them. Baba slid his foot down my leg and pressed it against the toes of my foot. I raised my foot, allowing him to entangle his toes with mine.
I could feel his cock twitch against my foot and I could also feel my pussy throb with erotic excitement of the moment. I was indulging in foot play with my father-in-law with everyone around us inside the bride's house. It was risky, dangerous, yet so exciting.
We continued eating in that position with my left foot pressed against his cock while toes of his right foot entangled with the toes of my left foot. We disengaged after we finished our meals.
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That evening, at the mehendi ceremony, Nikhil sat in the courtyard surrounded by the ladies of the house, including me. The mehendi artist drew a small mehndi design of Nikhil's right hand as a formality and then proceeded to draw the mehendi on the ladies' hands one by one.
The men of the family were in the periphery, looking at all of us, or talking amongst themselves. Baba, too, was among them. He would either sit in a corner for sometime or else spend time talking to relatives, but throughout I could sense his gaze on me. Between conversations and leisure, Baba was looking at me from the corner of his eye. I could feel his lustful gaze on my chaniya choli clad body even from a distance.
When my turn came, I sat with my hands on my thighs and palms facing upwards. The mehendi artist got to work and carved a beautiful design on my hands, which went all the way up to my elbow. She was done in twenty minutes. After she was done, she moved on to the next lady while I sat there, talking and laughing with everyone, waiting for the mehendi on my hands to dry up and set in.
While speaking to everyone, I glanced at Baba and always saw him looking in my direction or when he was speaking to someone, he would stand facing me. Our eyes met often, and knowing smiles were exchanged. Everyone around us was unaware of the brewing affair between a father-in-law and his daughter-in-law.
Sometime later, I looked around to find Baba had gone. I waited for a while and he didn't return. I excused myself and got up. I checked his room, and the other rooms, but didn't find him. I finally made my way to the roof and found him sitting in the corner.
"What happened Baba? Why are you here alone?" I asked as I walked towards him.
"Nothing. Just got bored. These wedding rituals have nothing for us men other than showing up," he replied as he looked towards the open sugarcane fields behind the house.
"Haha... that's true. But being the groom's father, you play a very important role," I replied.
"Yes, on the day of the wedding. But till then, who do I have to keep me company?" he replied, looking at me.
"There are literally two dozen people in the house to keep you company," I said.
"Suman is busy with the ladies. Nikhil is in his own world and I'm not in the mood to talk politics with the men at my son's wedding," Baba said, shrugging.
"Haha... you can't blame Nikhil. You forgot the one person who is keeping you company," I looked at him and smiled.
He looked at me from top to bottom and smiled back.
"You don't have time. You're busy like everyone else," he said, feigning sadness.
"Awww... but I had my attention on you the whole time. I know how you were looking at me," I said.
"How can anyone ignore you when you were looking so gorgeous in the chaniya choli?" Baba replied.
"Haha... thank you. At least someone praised me," I said.
"You're beautiful. The saree you were wearing was beautiful and the deep neck blouse in particular was fantastic," he said and winked.
"Hahaha.... liked what you saw?" I asked.
"Oh, yess... and I'd like to see some more," he remarked, looking at my choli covered breasts.
"This choli isn't as deep as the blouse, so you won't get a view like that," I replied.
"That's okay... you're looking gorgeous in this too, and I'm more interested in the full movie rather than the peep show," he replied shamelessly.
"Hawwwww... you naughty old man," I said, covering my mouth mockingly and playfully hitting my elbow on his arm. "But tell me... how do I look?" I said before twirling and facing him.
"Breathtaking," he replied in one word.
"Thank you. This choli is a little tight, though. I bought it a few years ago, and I have gotten a little fat," I said.
"You're not fat. You're voluptuous. Nice, curvy, perfect distribution of..." Baba described my body as he leered at me hungrily.
"Stop it, you horny fox," I cut him off with a chuckle. "By the way... how did you get down from my balcony that night?" I asked him, changing the topic.
"What? C'mon... I praised you so much and you won't say anything for this old man? How do I look?" he asked.
He was wearing a cream colored cotton kurta and pajamas. The kurta was a little loose, but his lean frame was evident.
"You're a handsome man, Baba. You look good in whatever you wear," I replied, praising him.
"Thank you. And how would I look if I'm not wearing anything?" he asked, smiling wickedly with raised eyebrows.
"Hahaha... how would I know? I haven't seen you like that," I said, suppressing my laugh.
I hadn't seen him naked, but I had seen enough to know how good he looked without clothes. That night I also touched his cock, which I knew would look impressive on his already impressive body. This conversation was clearly having an effect on us. I could already see signs of a building erection under his pajamas and I was pressing my thighs together to control my arousal.
"That morning you saw me in just a langote. So there wasn't much left to imagine," he replied, echoing my thoughts.
"Baba, you're incredibly fit. I won't be lying when I say I haven't seen a man as fit as you. And I am sure whatever is left to see is better than imagination," I replied.
"Aren't you curious?" he asked, stepping closer to me.
"I... uhh... I am," I stumbled with my reply as he stood so close to me.
We both looked at each other. I could see the flame of desire burning in his eyes and I'm sure he saw one too in my eyes.
"But you didn't tell me how you escaped that night," I said before stepping back. I changed the topic. This was risky territory, and being caught would be worse than a nightmare. He too realised it and backed off.
"Haha... well... I got down using the pipe near your balcony. My bedroom is directly below yours so I sneaked in and out of your room using that pipe," he replied.
"Hahaha... you're like a ninja," I teased him.
"Haha... a childhood of climbing trees and a decade in the army taught me how to climb," he replied proudly.
"How's my mehendi?" I asked, sitting next to him and extending my hands towards him. The mehendi was of an intricate design going from my fingertips right up to my elbow.
"It's beautiful," he said, looking at it.
"But waiting for it to dry is such a pain. My back is itching and I can't do anything about it," I replied, irritated.
"Don't worry, I'll scratch your back. Tell me where," he replied.
"Yes please," I said, turning my back towards him. "It's in the middle of the back," I said as I felt his fingers start to explore.
"Yeah... to the left... no... little lower... yesss that's it..." I moaned in relief as he scratched my back.
"Can you go a little lower? It's itching there too," I said. The hot weather and heavy lehenga gave me an itch.
"Here?" he asked as he scratched my lower back.
"Yess..." I moaned in relief.
"How about here?" he said as he moved his hand to my waist and squeezed it.
"Hahaha..." I laughed as he tickled my waist.
"And how about here?" he said as he brought his hand down to my butt and pinched it.
"Aaah... hahahaha... stop it..." I got up and moved away. "I don't have an itchy butt," I said, poking my tongue out. I turned around and left, giggling on my way out.
That evening, the family organised a sangeet program. Sangeet doesn't happen in Marathi weddings and is a staple for north Indian weddings. But Bollywood overdose had spilled into everything and now Sangeet was part of all weddings across India. Sangeet isn't a formal ceremony. It is nothing but a family get together where everyone sings, dances, drinks and has a good time. It's like a party before the wedding.
Sangeet started at nightfall. The courtyard of the house was decorated with ornamental lights, there was loud music playing, and everyone, especially the ladies, was singing and dancing. Baba had arranged drinks for the evening and after a few drinks, even the men joined the ladies. Everyone danced, sang and had a gala time as the night progressed and drinks flowed.
After dancing for over an hour, I got tired and sat down on a chair in the corner, and watched everyone dance. I had a glass of vodka in my hand and I didn't know how many glasses I had downed before this one, but I could feel a buzz.
As I watched, I noticed Baba and Nikhil were missing. 'Where is the groom?' I wondered. I got up and started looking for them. I checked every room on the ground floor but did not find them. I then went to the first floor and checked every room but didn't find them there either.
'Maybe they are on the roof,' I thought after seeing Baba there in the morning.
I slowly climbed the wooden stairs and by now I was clearly buzzed from the alcohol, but not dead drunk. I was still in my senses.
I finally found them in the corner of the roof, sitting on chairs facing each other and a table between them. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and both men were drinking it in glasses. I also saw a cigarette in Nikhil's hand as he smoked. I looked closely and noticed it wasn't a cigarette, it was a joint! Now that was news to me. I knew men in this family drank occasionally and never smoked, but seeing Nikhil light up a blunt was a surprise, and in front of his father!
What was even more shocking was when he passed the join to Baba. Baba inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke. I checked again and yes, it indeed was a joint. I had spent enough years in a college hostel and I knew it was blunt when I saw it. It was too crudely made to be a cigarette.
"Nikhil... Baba... what the hell!" I shouted as I walked towards them. "Is that marijuana?" I went up to Nikhil, shouting. I'm sure no one downstairs heard me in the loud music.
Nikhil was shocked and almost fell out of his chair. After all, I was his older Bhabhi but Baba was calm and relaxed and just looked at me with a smile.
"Vahini... uhh..." Nikhil struggled to reply.
"You're getting married in a couple of days and here you are smoking drugs. Is this what you want Niharika to see? Shameless boy?" I reprimanded him.
He helplessly looked at his father and then at me. Baba chose to keep quiet and keep a stern face. If Nikhil was high before, he definitely got sober in a minute.