My name is Priya. Priya Verma. After marriage, I became Priya Tiwari. I live in a small village in Gonda, at my in-laws’ place. My husband Rajesh is in Dubai, since last year. He works as a security guard at some mall. We talk daily on the phone, sometimes video calls, but when I see him I get aroused, my heart wants to touch him but my hand can only reach the screen. I was spending my days like this, fingering myself daily.
My father-in-law, Pratap Tiwari. He works in a coal mine. Stays underground in the dark earth all day, comes home tired at night. He’s 42 years old, but the mine work has made his body such that he looks 30. Broad chest, strong hands, and that hair… slightly white now but still… there’s something different about his personality.
Then there’s my mother-in-law, Shanti Devi. 38 years old, so sharp she could make any cock stand up. Wakes up at 4 AM, finishes all the housework. She doesn’t know what her daughter-in-law does at night in her room.
And me… I’m 20 years old. Two years since marriage. Fair complexion, height 5’6″, figure… like some goddess. I knew I was beautiful before Rajesh, but now that he’s away, this beauty has become something I adorn myself with every day, and then… then I extinguish it myself.
The heat of Gonda is different. In May-June, it’s extreme. Hot winds blow, the ground burns. And in this heat, fire ignites inside me too. Every evening, when my mother-in-law sleeps in her room, and my father-in-law… his schedule is different. He returns from the mine at 7-8 PM, eats food, and falls asleep watching TV. But I stay awake. In my room, with my phone.
I talk to Rajesh. Dubai time is different, when it’s evening there, it’s night here. We do video calls. He sits in his small room and talks to me. And I… in my room, under the fan, in a very light nighty.
“How are you Priya?” he asks on the screen.
“Everything is fine here in Gonda. How are you?” I reply.
But my eyes aren’t on his face. My eyes are on my hands. Which are slowly moving on my thighs over my nighty. I deliberately keep the camera a bit low, so he can see my face, but not my whole body.
“I miss you,” Rajesh says.
“I miss you too,” I say with a sigh, and my hand moves even higher.
This is the daily scene. I talk to my husband on the phone, and do my work with my hand. I used to feel shy at first, but now it’s become a habit. In the small world of Gonda, this is my only escape. This is the only kind of peace I have.
And then… then came the day when everything changed.
My father-in-law’s name is Pratap, but in the village everyone calls him “Koyla Babu” (Coal Sir). Because he works in the coal mine. He leaves every morning at 5 AM, and returns tired in the evening. His body has become black from coal, his hands have marks of wounds. But when he bathes, his skin has a different glow. More natural muscles than gym-goers.
I never noticed him before… just as a father-in-law. But in the last few months, something different started happening. Maybe because Rajesh was away, and I needed a man. Or maybe… this just happens sometimes.
It’s an evening matter. My mother-in-law had gone to some relative’s place, for two days. Only my father-in-law and I were at home. I had thought I’d sleep early, but sleep wasn’t coming. It was very hot, and there was no electricity either. The inverter battery had died.
I came out of my room to drink water. The house was dark, only one candle was burning in the kitchen. I thought my father-in-law must be sleeping in his room. I drank water and was returning, when… when a sound came.
A faint sound. Stopped and started. I thought it was a rat or something. I opened the door of the bathroom next to my room a little… there was some light there, moonlight coming through the window.
And I… what do I see there.
My father-in-law… Pratap Tiwari… was in the bathroom. Naked. Completely naked. And one of his hands… one of his hands was between his legs. He was masturbating. Moving his hand on his cock. And his eyes… were closed, but there was an expression on his face… that expression I knew. That same expression that’s on my face when I… when I finger myself.
I froze right there. Couldn’t move. Was watching. First time I had seen a strange man like this. And that too… that too my father-in-law. His cock… so big, so thick. I had seen Rajesh’s, but this… this was different. Black, strong, veins visible on it. And his body… that mine-working body, completely strong, muscular.
I couldn’t even breathe. My heart was pounding. And below… something was happening. My nighty was getting wet. I understood what this was.
My father-in-law increased his speed. His breathing became fast. And then… he released his semen outside. On the bathroom wall. So much. I was amazed. Such quantity, such power.
I quietly returned to my room. Closed the door. And fell straight on the bed. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it would come out.
I put my hand inside my nighty. I was already wet. First time… first time I fingered thinking about someone else… about my father-in-law. Thinking about that cock of his.
And when I came… it felt like the ground had shaken.
That night I couldn’t sleep. Again and again that scene was before my eyes. My father-in-law’s that black body, those muscles, that cock, and his sounds while masturbating.
The next morning when I woke up, my father-in-law had already left for the mine. But his image was stuck in my eyes. I started waiting for him every evening. His arrival time, his bathing time… I started calculating everything.
Three days later, when my mother-in-law returned, I tried to behave normally. But now I looked at my father-in-law differently. When he ate food, I looked at his hands… those same hands which that night… when he sat outside shirtless drinking water, I looked at his chest… that same chest on which I thought how good it would feel to sleep.
A week later… another incident happened.
My mother-in-law got malaria. High fever. They took her to the hospital. Had to stay there for two days and nights. My father-in-law and I were alone at home. That was the day when I first… first time flirted with him.
I cooked food at night. My father-in-law came, tired. I brought water for him, brought a towel. “Papa, you must be tired. Shall I massage your feet?” I asked. First time I spoke to him so closely, calling him “Papa.”
He refused, but I insisted. I started massaging his feet. He was sitting on the sofa, I was on the floor below. His feet were strong, black from coal. But I was enjoying touching him.
“Priya dear, you’ll get tired too,” he said.
“No Papa, you work so hard for all of us. This is my duty,” I said, and looked into his eyes.
He was looking at me. With different eyes. First time it felt like he was looking at me not as a daughter-in-law, but as a woman. Below my neck, toward my cleavage. I deliberately bent my body a bit more, so he could see more.
He became quiet. Just started looking at me.
I left his feet. “Papa, I’ll serve the food,” saying this I got up. And deliberately, while passing near him, my thigh touched his hand.
His hand trembled. I noticed. But didn’t say anything.
While eating food, I sat in front of him. I was wearing a nighty, light pink one. And nothing underneath. I deliberately sat with my legs spread, so that if he looked… he would see my thighs.
He kept looking. Even while eating, his gaze was down. I understood what he was looking at. I was feeling hot, but also enjoying it.
At night, when I was in my room, I heard those same sounds coming from the bathroom again. My father-in-law was again… doing that again. But this time… this time I didn’t have the courage to open the door. Just put my ear and listened. His heavy breathing, his faint sounds… and then when he came, the sound of him exhaling heavily.
I did my work with my hand. Thinking I wish I was there. I wish I could help him.
The next morning, when I was in the kitchen, my father-in-law came. He saw me from behind. I knew he had come, but I kept bending, kept working in the kitchen. My waist area, my hips were toward him.
“Priya,” he called out.
“Yes Papa,” I turned and looked.
His gaze was in my eyes, but then went to my lips. I had kept my lips slightly wet, deliberately.
“Did you… hear some sound at night?” he asked. There was some shame in his eyes, but also a question.
I thought for a bit, then said, “What sound, Papa?”
“Nothing… maybe I heard wrong,” he said, and left.
But I knew that he knows that I know. And knowing that I know, he still kept doing it. Because he also needed it. Like I did.
Slowly slowly, a strange tension built between us. Looking at each other, then looking away. Coming close, then moving away. I started making special food for him. Started washing his clothes separately. Started going to his room to fix his bed sheet.
One day, I was in his room, fixing the bed sheet. He came. I turned and looked from behind. My waist was toward him, and I was bent.
“Papa, will you help a little? This corner isn’t getting right,” I said.
He came. Stood behind me. I knew he was looking at my hips. My nighty had ridden up a bit, and my thighs were visible.
He held the bed sheet. His hand touched my hand. We both stopped. For a few seconds, both our hands were on top of each other. Hot, black hands. Strong hands.
I turned and looked at him. His height was more than mine. His breathing had become fast. I was looking into his eyes. He was looking at my lips.
No one said anything. It was just a moment. A moment in which something could happen. But then I removed my hand.
“Papa, it’s done. Thank you,” I said.
He left. But I knew that this is the beginning. Now just waiting for an opportunity. An opportunity when both of us wouldn’t be able to stop each other.
And that opportunity was going to come soon. Because the heat of Gonda, the heat inside me, and that fire inside my father-in-law… all three together were going to bring such a storm that everything would change.
I used to talk to Rajesh on the phone every evening. But now I couldn’t satisfy myself just by hearing his voice. I wanted something else. Something real. Something in front of me.
And that “something” was right in my house. In the form of my father-in-law. Wrapped in coal’s black blanket, a man who wanted to taste me, and I… I wanted to taste him.
Just a little more time now. Then… then this daughter-in-law of Gonda will become her father-in-law’s. Completely. In every way.
Story Continues… Will Remain…
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