"Are you really sixty years old Baba?" I asked with astonishment, gently twirling a lock of my hair with my fingers. My other hand ran through his hair as he licked and bit my nipples.
"Wanna bet?" he asked as he sat up, held my waist and pulled me back up on my fours, facing the headboard. He crawled behind me as I got into the desired position.
"Hahaha... Nooo way... it was a bet that landed me here," I said looking back at him.
"I didn't hear any complaints," he said as he got into position. I put my tongue out mockingly.
"Doggy again?" I asked as I reached back with my hands and spread my ass cheeks.
"I told you how much I love it, and you're just perfect for it," he said as he ran his hand on my left butt cheeks before slapping it hard.
"Owww... hahaha..." I moaned. Seeing my acceptive response he spanked my other butt cheek making me moan harder.
"You liked it, didn't you.? He asked as he fondled my large, upturned ass.
"Hmmmmmmm..." I hummed pleasantly.
"This is what I call a married woman's ass. A child bearing, married woman's ass," he said as he squeezed my butt cheeks. I was pleased and a bit embarrassed by his words.
"Baba... don't keep me waiting anymore please..." I looked back and pleaded to him.
"As you wish Beta," he said and stepped forward between my legs.
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"Aaah... yessss... Ba... ba... don't stoppp... fuckkk meeee..." I wailed as my father-in-law fucked me hard.
My wet hair was yanked back and bunched into his right hand. His left hand held on to my left shoulder as he fucked me with all his strength and might.
He had been fucking me in that position for several minutes. He didn't stop, he didn't slow down, he simply kept pounding my pussy consistently in top gear. The bed creaked loudly as he bred me. While he stayed on his knees throughout, I kept changing my posture. I went from ass up, face down, to being on my hands and then yanked up with my hands and hair pulled back. I liked being fucked in doggy before but now I completely loved it. I loved how his lean, muscular hip slammed against my soft, cushiony butt and I craved it more.
By now I was completely drenched in sweat despite the air conditioning being in full blast. I could feel drops of his sweat falling on my ass and even though I couldn't turn back and look at him, I was sure he was sweating as much as I was.
Even though my mind was clouded with a feeling of unbridled pleasure, I couldn't help but wonder if I was born in the wrong generation. At that moment I wished he were younger, I wished he was my man, I wished I was his woman. If he could fuck me like this at this age, I wondered how good he would be in his youth. Even though we were separated by a generation and marital relations, at that moment he was my man, and I was his woman or rather his bitch considering how he was fucking me. This wasn't love making, this was a man and woman fucking senseless.
Just as we were copulating non-stop, I heard the phone ring in the midst of the cacophonous mating. It was the standard iPhone ringtone. It was my phone, and I knew who was calling me at this time of the night - my husband. At first, we ignored it as neither of us were in the mood to stop.
"Aarrggh... yess Baba... yess... keep going... I love this... keep fucking your Bahu... yaaaa..." I moaned even as the phone started ringing again.
"This is so good... your pussy feels so good... I want my Bahurani's pussy every day," he groaned as he kept pounding me. We both could hear the mobile phone blaring on the table behind us but neither cared to acknowledge it.
"Ohhh yess... you can have my pussy... any day... anyhow but just don't stop now... I'm gonna cum..." I hollered back.
"Yessss... cum for me... cum for your sasurji..." he said and started fucking me harder. My wails grew louder as I inched closer to my orgasm.
"Aaaaah fffuuuuccckkkk... aaarrgghhmmmm..." I screamed loudly. My back arched and my eyes went white as the orgasm, much stronger than the earlier ones hit me. I almost conked out, momentarily unaware of everything around me, including my ringing phone.
When it ended, I found myself lying on the bed, flat on my stomach with Baba on top of me, still fucking me but albeit slower than before. I glanced back at him. He had raised himself on his hands and his lower body was at an acute angle to mine. He had fucked me through the orgasm and still kept going.
"Who is calling you again and again at this time?" he asked.
"Your son," I replied and looked up at him.
He looked down at me and lowered his head and kissed me. Our kiss lingered for several seconds even as he continued ploughing my pussy. After he broke the kiss, he increased his speed and that triggered another orgasm for me. I couldn't believe how my body was reacting. Usually after an orgasm, my pussy is sore and sensitive. I never allowed Rahul to fuck me again so soon after an orgasm but with Baba, it seemed my body was resetting itself instantly after each orgasm. He fucked me through another small orgasm before he stopped. He fell on the bed next to me and I quickly went into his arms.
"That was amazing Baba..." I said as I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and lovingly wiped the sweat from his face and chest.
"Years of discipline and regular exercise have finally borne fruit," he said, and we both burst out laughing.
"By the way... you should call him back," he said.
"What... now? In this condition?" I replied. I was drenched in sweat, naked and heaving.
"Yeaah... he has called you twice or thrice now. If you don't respond he might get worried and call Aai and then she would call me. Instead, just call him and keep it brief," he said.
I nodded my head and got off the bed. The cellphone was on a small couch side table. I picked up the cellphone and noticed it was a video call. A devious idea spawned in my mind, and I dialled a video call. I took a few deep breaths to normalise. As soon as the camera switched on, I lowered the phone which only showed my face and a little below my shoulder and mainly it hid Baba behind me.
"Hi..." Rahul said as he received the call. He was in bed, about to sleep.
"Hi baby..." I replied.
"Why are you wet?" he asked, looking at my wet face and hair.
"Ooh... I was just in the shower. That's why I'm all wet," I replied. Little did he know.
"Oooohhhh... so you're naked?" he asked mischievously.
"That's right," I replied. But his father was seeing me naked too.
"Show me," he asked.
"What? Now?" I replied.
"Yeaaah... please..." he pleaded.
"Okay okay," I replied and carefully lowered the phone to show my breasts. Lucky for me, the bite marks on my nipples weren't visible on camera. I was careful not to reveal the background.
Just as I was busy with Rahul. I felt something behind me. I looked back to see Baba kneeling behind me. I felt his fingers pry open my butt cheeks and moments later I felt his nose probing my ass crack and then with his tongue
"Show me a little more," Rahul said, bringing my attention back to him.
"No... enough for now. And there's nothing new you haven't seen before," I said. If I tilted the camera even a little more, Baba would be visible, and I simply couldn't take the chance. There was still a risk of being spotted so I turned around. With the camera facing me and Baba in front of me, there was little risk of him being spotted.
"C'mon now Shalini..." he pleaded. I heard a faint chuckle from Baba below who by now had dug his face in my pussy.
"No... anyway... how was your day?" I cut him and changed the topic.
Rahul started telling me about his day while his father got busy with my pussy. It was even more depraved than my call with Aai sometime back because this time I was on video, buck naked in front of my husband and my father-in-law was on his knees between my legs, licking my pussy.
"Owww..." I cried out after Baba bit my clit. I closed my eyes as he toyed with it expertly.
"What happened?" Rahul asked.
"Ummm... nothing... just stubbed my toe against the couch," I barely managed to speak in the midst of pleasure.
Baba's expert cunnilingus in front of Rahul kick started my orgasm. My breathing started to get erratic.
"Are you alright dear?" My husband asked, noticing my strange behaviour.
"Aaah... yeeah... feeling a bit dizzy. I had a tiring day and a long hot shower... ummmmppp..." I struggled to reply.
"Where's Baba?" he asked.
"In his room," I replied. I quickly glanced down and saw Baba's smeared lips on my pussy.
"Call him if you need anything," Rahul said out of concern.
"Yeah... Rahul... I... I... have to go..." I said as my orgasm got closer.
"Alright... Bye ba..." I cut the call before he could finish and threw the phone on the couch next to me.
I clutched Baba's hair, spread my legs, and crouched a little to allow him more room.
"Ummmmmm..." I moaned as my legs started to get weak and I struggled to stand.
I rubbed my crotch in his face, and he hungrily devoured my pussy till moments later, I came.
He suddenly stopped and stood up. He pushed me against the nearest wall. He raised my left leg on his arm before bending his knees and plunging his cock deep inside me. I grabbed him for support as I stood on one leg while his third leg went in and out of me.
"Aaaah... aaah... ummmm... aaah..." I moaned between kisses. His lips were just an inch away from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face as we stood eye to eye.
I was nearing an orgasm when he changed positions. He turned me around, bent me over and started fucking me with the same intensity, keeping my budding orgasm alive. He grabbed my shoulders and pounded away as hard and fast as he could. All I did was looking back and moan at my man.
"Aaaahhaaaa..." I moaned and shook visibly as Baba continued his onslaught. The orgasms were getting weaker but were still strong enough to knock me down. I fell into Baba's arms as the orgasm ended. He embraced me tightly as I recovered.
We walked to the bed. He grabbed a couple bottles of water and handed me one.
"That was close. I was video calling Baba," I said after gulping down the water.
"He didn't notice anything so why are you worried? And I know you enjoyed it," he said after emptying his bottle.
"Yeaah... it is strangely arousing to speak to the spouse when being fucked by his father," I said with a blushing smile.
"I know. I experienced the same arousal sometime back," he replied. "I want to cum now..." Baba said as he pulled me close.
"Finally... you're ready to burst out," I replied as I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. I had heard that older men take longer to cum, but I was witnessing it for the first time and Baba's fitness only added to his sexual endurance. This was by far the best sex I had, perhaps even better than my husband.
As we kissed, my hand was busy stroking his erection, preparing it for the final act. We broke the kiss, and Baba pushed me onto the bed. I shuffled back and he followed me. I grabbed a few pillows on the bed and placed a couple under my head and handed him one. I raised my hips, and he slid the pillow under me. I spread my legs apart and he quickly took position and entered me.
This time Baba started slowly and tenderly. He leaned forward and we kissed. My arms wrapped around his back while my heels dug into his butt as he made love to me.
He sat up and slowly started gaining pace. The pillows under propped my head up. The mangalsutra that his son put on me wriggled between my tits with each stroke. Beyond the gentle mound of my tummy, I could see his cock going smoothly in and out of my pussy. It was covered in my juices, wet and sticky.
I looked up at him, his half open mouth, his wet moustache, his sweat covered face, the thin gold chain dangling from his neck, his lean body pressed against me. I kept looking at him appreciatively and I just said what first came to my mind.
"Baba... cum inside me. Make me your woman... mark me as your property... unload inside me..." I said and pulled him for a kiss. We shared a deep, intimate kiss even as he continued fucking me.
After he broke the kiss, he started fucking me faster. I sensed he was just moments away from much needed and much deserved release. I dug my heels deeper into his butt and held him tightly.
"Cum... cum for me... cum inside me. Whenever you want to empty your balls, you come to me, okay? I'll always be ready for you," I confessed.
"Yeaah..." he nodded and sat up straight. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them tight and stared fuckin me hard. His strokes were shallow and erratic, and I knew he was about to erupt.
A dozen strokes later he plunged his cock completely inside me and started spurting. His eyes were closed, head hung low, and his face winced, and he groaned with each thick spurt of ejaculate. I could feel his cock twitch and spasm as he plastered my insides with his semen. His grip on my tits grew tighter as his orgasm peaked, making me squeal in pain too.
He kept erupting, shooting jets after jets of virile jizz straight into my pussy. After a dozen spurts or so, he collapsed on top of me, covering my entire body with his. I could feel his thumping heart and heavy breath as he recovered from the massive orgasm.
He exchanged tender kisses even as the last drops of cum trickled out of his cock. He nuzzled and sucked my breasts, still stroking inside me. I felt his erection subside inside me and his cock slipped out, pulling out some jizz with it, which trickled down my crack and pooled on the bed. He crawled over me and straddled me, bringing his cum covered, semi erect cock in my face. I eagerly leaned forward and started sucking him, cleaning it with my mouth till his cock went flaccid.
We finally got off the bed and looked back at the mess we made. The bed was full of cum, sweat and squirt stains. We both laughed heartily at the difficult job the cleaning staff had cut out for them. Baba simply pulled out the bed sheet and threw it on the floor.
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After cleaning up, we laid down on the bed in each other's arms, exchanging tender kisses and praising each other for the unbelievable sexual satisfaction.
"When are you going back?" he asked.
"I have tickets for the day after," I replied.
"Can't you stay back a few more days?" he asked gently, caressing my naked back.
"Maybe... I'll see what I can do," I replied, running my hand on his chest.
"But wouldn't it be risky in the house with Aai and everyone else around?" I asked.
"I'll see what I can do?" he replied and winked at me.
"So, Baba... with Nikhil married, you have completed your fatherly duties. What next?" I asked.
"I am definitely not going to retire but I'm thinking of taking a back seat from work. Relax a bit, go on vacation," he replied.
"That's a nice plan," I replied.
"Your Aai wants to go on a pilgrimage," he said with a tone.
"Then what's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't mind a pilgrimage, but this one is four months long. A week is enough... not four months. And Suman is hell bent on going with her ladies' group and taking me along with them," he said.
"Well... I have an idea. When Aai goes on her four-month long pilgrimage, you can come and stay with us," I said. "You know... I can give you company... I'm usually lonely these days when Rahul goes on his long tours," I added with raised eyebrows.
He immediately looked at me and my naughty smile made my plan and intention very clear.
"Of course. I would love to spend time with my favourite Bahu, and you know how much I enjoy your company," he replied
"Sounds like a plan," I said and giggled.
"Indeed," he said and laughed.
We talked for some time before drifting to sleep in each other's arms.
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"Baba... we need to stop... we need to check out within fifteen minutes," I said as I looked at her clock on the bedside table. I was saying this even as my arms and legs were wrapped tightly around Baba as he fucked me.
It was the morning after, and we woke up late; not only because of the hectic romp last night but because Baba woke me up in the middle of the night to satisfy his carnal urges which I also happily obliged. We skipped foreplay and went straight for the main course. He fucked me for several minutes in doggy style, a position which he loved and which I had come to love as much as he did. He pounded my pussy till he came inside me again.
When we woke up, we got back to fornicating and now it was nearing noon, and we were still at it. Baba was insatiable and kept pounding me.
"Baba... aaahaa... Baba..." I kept pleading.
"Pch... hand me that phone," he said as he stopped and pulled out.
I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the landline phone and handed it to him.
"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.
"Again? Can't get enough of my ass I guess," I taunted as I got into position.
"Not nearly enough," he said before placing the phone on my upturned ass which made me giggle.
"Hello... Front Desk? I am calling from Room 904. I would like to extend our stay for another day... uhu... yeah... thank you..." he said and disconnected. He threw the phone on the bed next to us.
"Happy now Shalu?" he said, patting my butt.
"Very happy," I replied as I felt the tip of his cock pierce my pussy.