This is one of the strangest experiences of my life that taught me a man is always a man. He only needs a woman.
My marriage was about five years old and I had a two-and-a-half-year-old son. Once during the Sawan month I came to stay at my parents’ house. In my parental home lived my father, my ailing mother, my elder brother and his wife. My father was a strong, well-built man around 63 years old. We all called him Babuji.
My brother worked as a sales executive and was often away on tours for two weeks every month. I was the same age as my bhabhi, around 26-27 years old.
Our house had three rooms. Bhabhi slept in one, mother in another, and Babuji in the third. Mother was often unwell and barely conscious of who was coming or going.
I had been there only two days. I was sleeping in a separate room with my son. Late at night I heard footsteps in the gallery, then the sound of a door being closed in bhabhi’s room. It was either bhabhi or Babuji.
Bhabhi never locked her door, only pulled the curtain. It was around 11:45 pm and I could not resist. I quietly got up.
First I checked the bathroom. No one. Then I went towards Babuji’s room. Mother was lying unconscious, snoring loudly, but Babuji was missing.
My heart started pounding with unknown excitement. Without wasting time I stood outside bhabhi’s room and peeped through the crack.
A man was standing near the bed. Seconds later he climbed on the bed and lay down with the other person. In the darkness I could only see two shadows. Their faces were not clear but I was sure it was Babuji and my bhabhi. Very little light came from the window.
Soon sounds of kissing and licking started. The man was lying sideways with the other. Then I saw long hair flowing. Now I knew Babuji was on my side and bhabhi on the other.
Babuji’s hands were roaming over bhabhi’s body. Soon the man tried to get on top and clothes rustled. I saw bhabhi’s sari being lifted. Then came bhabhi’s deep moan — “Aah…”
The man on top slowly started moving his hips. The room filled with “Ummh… ahhh… hayy… yaah…” sounds. The picture was clear now. Babuji was fucking my bhabhi hard.
Through the crack I could see Babuji pinning bhabhi’s hands. He was pounding her with full force. My own body started burning with lust. I needed my husband badly.
Their fucking sounds reached outside. It felt like something was being slammed inside. Bhabhi’s moans grew deeper and faster. Her legs were up. Babuji was thrusting like an animal. Suddenly bhabhi let out a choked scream and my own pussy became dripping wet.
Babuji had folded bhabhi’s legs towards her head and was hammering her mercilessly. My body was on fire, my breath stormy with arousal.
Everything paused for a few seconds. Then bhabhi straightened her legs and Babuji lay on top. Their breathing slowly calmed.
It took Babuji almost 15 minutes. After two minutes he kissed bhabhi, patted her cheek and got up.
I quickly moved back to my room. Moments later I saw Babuji hurrying to mother’s room.
I lay on my bed thinking how strong and horny Babuji still was at this age. His current was fully on.
I waited about 15 minutes then took a torch to bhabhi’s room. It was open. Bhabhi was sleeping on her side, ass towards me, one knee bent. Her swollen pussy was clearly visible, thick white cum leaking from her well-fucked slit and smeared on her fair thighs. Her hair was messy, teeth marks on her cheek. She looked thoroughly used and satisfied.
My pussy throbbed seeing this. I touched myself. My folds were soaked. I looked at my sleeping son, then pushed a finger deep inside my aching cunt and rubbed furiously 35-40 times until I shattered in orgasm.
Babuji had made bhabhi scream in pleasure like my husband Ramesh never could. Ramesh would finish in minutes.
Next morning everyone behaved normally. Bhabhi sweetly called, “Papa ji… have tea!”
My head spun seeing her act so normal after getting fucked hard by her father-in-law all night.
The next night I waited but nothing happened. I did not lose hope.
On the third night the same thing repeated. Babuji closed the door. This time bhabhi lay on her stomach. Babuji stood on the floor behind her and fucked her for 12 minutes. Bhabhi’s moans filled the room. Babuji was enjoying a young woman’s body to the fullest. He took long to cum.
I felt jealous of bhabhi for owning my father with her beautiful young body.
I started admiring my own body too. I had no flaws, but how could I lie under my own father?
I decided to confront bhabhi. One day while talking about sex I said, “Bhabhi, you are really enjoying the fun of youth!”
She was shocked. “Rama, you too… Have you not been satisfied yet?”
I told her everything I saw.
Then I said, “Bhabhi, if something gives pleasure, what is wrong in sharing it?”
Bhabhi told me how Babuji had forced her first night and then she got used to it. She asked if I had the courage since he was my own father.
I asked her to suggest a way.
Bhabhi’s plan made my skin tingle. She said she would sleep with my son for two days and make excuses to keep Babuji away. I should wear her clothes and lie on her bed. Babuji never spoke much, just fucked and left.
I liked the idea but worried about morning. Bhabhi said we would see in the morning.
Two days later I wore bhabhi’s orange sari and lay on her bed with my ass towards the door. My heart was pounding but my pussy was desperate and needy.
Soon the door closed. Someone lay behind me. I smelled strong alcohol on his breath. Babuji had drunk.
He moved my hair and kissed my neck. A current ran through my body. He started kissing and squeezing my breasts from outside. His hand lifted my sari.
He turned me on my back, spread my thighs with his knees and placed his thick, rock-hard cock on my dripping slit. He kept kissing me.
Then he thrust hard. I doubled over in strange pleasure. Babuji, thinking I was bhabhi, started fucking me slowly then harder.
His monster cock stretched my tight walls. I had never taken such a thick, veiny length. My pussy folds opened wide. My husband had never fucked me like this.
Babuji was pounding me like a bear. I wrapped my arms around him and grabbed his solid ass. His cock was rigid, pulsing inside my molten core.
My tight cunt started moaning loudly. In the end I felt like I was in heaven. My womb was getting properly fucked. Babuji was using full power. His heavy cock felt at least seven inches long and very thick.
He tried to open my blouse but tore the buttons and roughly mauled my breasts with his strong hands.
He buried his entire length inside me. I could not stop my loud “Aah!” when he gave the final thrust. Hot, powerful jets of cum flooded my greedy little cunt. His cock twitched and pulsed deep inside me.
As soon as he finished he pulled out quickly and left in hurry. He must have recognized my voice.
I went to bhabhi. She laughed seeing my open blouse and asked how it felt. I admitted his cock was too strong.
Bhabhi said our husbands were nothing compared to Babuji.
Next night I lay there again. Babuji fucked me hard. At the end I could not hold and whispered, “Babuji, I am Rama.”
He said, “You bitch, you should have told me yesterday when I was fucking you.”
I explained I was shy because he was already inside me.
He told me to stay quiet as his mood was made. He bit my cheek lightly and continued.
Now I also started moaning loudly at night. Bhabhi could hear.
One day bhabhi was getting fucked, next day me.
One night while Babuji was fucking me hard, bhabhi came and switched on the light.
We both froze. Babuji pulled his thick black cock out of my wrecked pussy. It was huge — seven inches long, two inches thick, like a black cobra.
Bhabhi said, “Papa ji, continue. The poor girl was enjoying.”
She lay beside us. Babuji continued fucking me in the dark.
After he finished he said whoever feels shame cannot enjoy this.
Bhabhi explained everything. Babuji said both of us were his life.
He admitted he had doubts the first night because of my bush but was too lost in pleasure. He compared us: bhabhi had firmer tits and tighter pussy, while I had a very solid ass.
Then he pulled both of us to his hairy chest. We slept in his arms.