Friends, the previous evening I had stood outside the window and watched my wife’s ass on someone else’s tongue, seen a cock going into her cunt, seen water dripping from her ass. I had pushed Nisha away when we got home. She slept thinking I was angry about some small thing. I stayed awake. The story of revenge began that very night.
Nisha’s Maternal Home and Her Ass
The next morning I started working on my plan. Nisha kept looking at me. While giving tea, her finger would touch mine — I’d pull my hand away. At noon, she’d try to sit near me — I’d get up. At night on the bed, she’d stick to me — I’d turn my face the other way. Two days passed like this. The question began floating on Nisha’s face that she couldn’t ask — why is Vikram angry?
On the third day afternoon, Nisha was lying in her room. She’d said she had a headache. I came downstairs. My mother-in-law was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV.
It’s hard to guess her age from her face, but seeing her body, any man’s cock would stand up. Under the saree, her waist wasn’t slim anymore, but her breasts were still heavy and when she sat, her thighs spread apart. Nisha’s ass came from her mother — I had known this since the first day of marriage, both their asses were exactly alike, protruding; maybe she too had gotten her ass fucked plenty in her youth.
My mother-in-law saw me and put the remote down. “Is everything alright between you two, son?”
I asked, “Between whom, Mom?”
“You and Nisha. I’m watching — you’re ignoring each other. Earlier you used to stick together.”
I sat at the other end of the sofa. “Nothing, Mom. Everything is fine. Maybe she’s got her period, that’s why she’s acting like this.”
My mother-in-law laughed, and in that laugh was a light weariness. “That happens to all women. Maybe you’re right.” Then after a pause she asked, “By the way, why are you asking me all this?”
My mother-in-law made a sad face. “Just worried, son. When I don’t see you two happy, I don’t feel good. After Nisha’s father passed, I raised her alone. I see that no crack comes in her marriage.”
I held her hand. The palm was warm and slightly rough. “There’s nothing like that. Don’t think too much.”
Her eyes filled up. I looked at her and said, “Don’t cry. I love her very much. And you too.” I deliberately said the last three words slowly, and pressed her hand.
My mother-in-law’s face turned completely red. She pulled her hand back as if fire had touched it. “This is wrong.” Her voice trembled.
“What is wrong? I didn’t say anything like that. If you misunderstood something I said as wrong, sorry.”
Her eyes went down. Then she said slowly, “Sorry, son. I misunderstood something.”
I held her hand again. This time she didn’t react, “What did you misunderstand, tell me.” I asked while slowly caressing her hand — from the base of the fingers to the wrist, like a hunter slowly advancing toward his prey. She didn’t remove her hand. Her eyes were still down.
I insisted, “Tell me, what were you thinking.” This time I pressed her palm harder on my cock. A small “ahh” escaped her mouth. She freed her hand and stood up. “Nothing, son. My mind just went somewhere else.” Saying this, she walked toward her room. I was watching her ass swaying over her saree. I immediately went into the bathroom.
Actually, this was my plan. I had turned off the main valve of her bathroom’s water before coming — thought when she gets up, she’ll first go to her bathroom, won’t get water, then she’ll come to the bathroom downstairs. That’s why I hadn’t locked the door. I opened my pants’ chain, took out my cock which had already become hard from the conversation, and started moving my hand. Closed my eyes. And my mother-in-law’s red face began dancing in my mind, her trembling palm, the heavy thighs under the saree. Thinking this, I started jerking my cock harder. Exactly what I had thought would happen, happened.
Suddenly the door opened. I opened my eyes — my mother-in-law was standing at the door. Her gaze went straight to my hand and cock. For a second we both looked at each other. Then she slammed the door shut. I quickly pulled up my pants, washed my face with water, and came out. She was still standing in the hall. Breathing fast, her whole face red with shame, hands twisting the saree’s pallu.
She immediately spoke, stringing words together, “Sorry… I… there was no water in my bathroom so I came in. I didn’t think you’d be inside.”
I walked toward the sofa, voice normal, “It’s okay. Mistakes happen.” And sat on the sofa. Turned toward her. “Now go, do what you came to do.”
Hearing my words, she felt awkward, eyes down, she went into the bathroom. Closed the door. Came out after a few moments, walked to her room without looking at me.
I sat for ten minutes. Then stood at the door of her room. And called out, “Mom, what was wrong with the bathroom?”
She was lying on the bed, “Water wasn’t coming, son.”
I went into her bathroom, turned the valve and opened the water — water started falling forcefully. I came out of the bathroom and stood at the door frame. “Water is coming, Mom. You weren’t lying, were you?”
She immediately got up from the bed and peeked into the bathroom. Water was actually coming. We were both standing face to face at the small bathroom door. She said slowly, “I’m telling the truth, son. Water wasn’t coming when I came.”
“It’s coming now, in front of you. Or did you deliberately go to the bathroom downstairs?”
Her mouth remained open. “Really, son, why would I lie? Water wasn’t coming when I came.”
I held her hand. Her hands were trembling, “See, your hands are trembling. You’re lying.”
She freed her hand, came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. “That… my hands aren’t trembling from lying. They’re trembling from something else.”
I went and sat beside her on the bed. Lowered my voice, but kept the edge sharp. “Then tell me why your hands are trembling. The truth, don’t lie. Otherwise I’ll tell Nisha everything — that you deliberately entered the bathroom.”
Hearing this, she herself held my hand. “Please. Don’t tell Nisha anything. What will she think. Please, son.”
“Then tell me why your hands were trembling. Truthfully, don’t lie.”
Her head was bowed down, and her hand was in mine, she didn’t let go. She spoke slowly, voice breaking, “That… when I saw you in the bathroom… that’s why my hands are trembling.”
I put one hand on my cock over my pants which was fully erect. “Your hands trembled seeing this? Hadn’t you seen your husband’s?”
Her eyes were down. No voice came out.
I held her hand and placed it on my cock over my pants. The bulge was clearly visible under the clothes. “Tell me then, why were your hands trembling.”
She tried to remove her hand. I pressed her palm harder on my cock. “If you remove your hand, I’ll tell Nisha everything right now.”
Hearing my words, she didn’t remove her hand. Under her trembling fingers, my cock was becoming even harder. Through the clothes, the heat of her palm was being felt.
She gathered courage and said, voice breaking, “Son… it’s also your fault. Why weren’t you doing it with the bathroom door closed?”
“Your daughter would have to let me, right? I’ve been asking to fuck her since forever. She says not here, we’ll do it when we get home. In Lucknow too she makes excuses.” Hearing my words, my mother-in-law’s eyes widened, her mouth half-open.
“Why are you talking like this…” she asked slowly.
I made my voice even clearer, “Didn’t your husband fuck you? So what’s wrong in what I’m saying?”
She looked at me, then lowered her eyes. “He did. But you can’t talk about all this so directly. Have some shame. I’m like your mother.”
I placed my hand on her thigh over her saree and said while slowly caressing. “Your daughter isn’t letting me fuck her, that’s why I was jerking in the bathroom. I was trying to turn her on by talking like this. And maybe it was working — because now the pressure of her hand was being felt on my cock. The hands that were trembling before were now feeling my cock.”
Her breathing had become fast. Her eyes were about to close. “But son… you can have some patience. She’s your wife. You can do all this after going home too.”
“I can do it after going home. But who will explain to this cock when to get hard and when not to. It just gets hard to fuck. See, it’s still hard. Ready to go inside.” While speaking, I kept caressing her thighs over the saree, inward, where both thighs meet. Her eyes closed and her lips were open.
“But son… if you keep thinking about fucking all the time, it will get hard…”
Hearing this, I understood — the iron is hot. One more push and I can fuck her well. I placed my hand on her cunt over the saree. Under the layers of cloth, heat was being felt. She trembled. An “ahhh…” came from her mouth, her breathing had become completely fast. Her fingers tightened even more on my cock.
I moved my hand in circles, pressed on the clit area over the saree. Her hips lifted slightly on the bed. “Ahhh…”
Then a voice came from downstairs. Nisha’s. “Mom? Mom!”
My mother-in-law’s eyes opened immediately. Removed my hand from over her. And stood up as if electrocuted. Adjusted her saree, took the pallu to her chest, cast one glance at me — in that glance was fear, shame, and that thing which she wouldn’t forgive herself for — then went out of the room. “Yes, daughter, coming!”
I adjusted my pants, took deep breaths, and then came downstairs. Nisha was standing on the stairs. “Where had you gone? I was looking for you.”
My mother-in-law spoke before me, voice feigning normalcy, “He was in my room, daughter. Water wasn’t coming from the bathroom so I was showing him… he was fixing it.” She didn’t look at me. Her throat had dried from shame.
We sat downstairs and talked. Tea was made. After some time Nisha said, “I’m going to Siddharth’s house, I’ll be back in a while.”
I said, “Then I’ll come too. I’ll get bored sitting here alone.”
Nisha looked toward her mother. “Mom will be left alone, you stay here.”
My mother-in-law immediately said, and this time there was haste in her voice, “No, daughter, you both go. I’ll manage alone. It’s fine.” Nisha said, “Okay, Mom.”
We left. Soon we reached Siddharth’s house. As soon as we entered, Siddharth made us sit on the sofa and his mother came from inside with tea. We sat on the sofa drinking tea. After some time Siddharth said, “Nisha, Roshni came yesterday. She was saying if you come, bring her home.”
I understood what was going to happen next. The same old house, the same window, the same curtain. But today I wasn’t going to go behind. I smiled and said, “Fine, Nisha, you go and meet her. I’m sitting right here.”
Nisha’s face lit up. Both went outside. At the door, Siddharth’s hand was again on Nisha’s waist. I saw and sipped my tea.
Siddharth’s mother was sitting with the TV on. She looked slightly older than my mother-in-law, but her body was maintained, a thin gold chain around her neck, light-colored saree. I said, “Aunty, could I get some water?”
She got up, “Yes, son, bringing it right now.” She went toward the kitchen. I quickly did what I had to do — and sat on that same cushion where she had been sitting. Picked up the TV remote, lowered the volume slightly so sound wouldn’t go outside.
In a few moments she came with a glass of water. I took the glass, drank the water and put the glass down — and she sat on the sofa. We both started watching TV. I slid a bit more toward her, her leg touched mine. She looked at me once then started watching TV again.
I said, “Aunty, what serial are you watching, put on some movie.” Aunty changed the channel and Jism 2 movie was playing. I said, let this play. She didn’t say anything and started watching. I too was watching with legs spread when bold scenes started coming. I saw that Aunty was looking at me. I looked at her too and then started watching the movie again as if everything was normal.
She was also watching but kept looking here and there because of the bold scenes. My cock had become hard and was clearly visible through my pants. On TV, watching kissing scenes, bedroom scenes, I started enjoying. Aunty too would sometimes watch TV and sometimes look at me — maybe she was also enjoying it but also feeling shy that I was sitting there.
Then Aunty got up and said, “You watch, son, I’ll be right back.” I saw she went into the bathroom. Ten minutes later she came out and sat on the sofa, there was sweat on her forehead. I rubbed my cock in front of her and said I’m also coming from the bathroom. She smiled — maybe she knew what I was going to do.
I got up and started walking toward the bathroom. She was watching TV. I had put the remote in my pocket. Reached outside the bathroom, took out the remote and switched the TV to pen drive. And went into the bathroom. Then “ahh ahh” sounds started coming from the TV. I had filled the pen drive with porn, that’s why I understood that a fucking movie had started playing.
I pretended and quickly opened the door and came out. I had set my cock in such a way that her gaze would fall right on it — fully erect, desperate to come out.
If you’re enjoying reading this story, don’t forget to give your feedback. I will wait for your feedback, for your love. editor@after-dark-tales.com
Happy reading—and enjoy the dark.
Disclaimer: This is an English translation of an original Hindi story, produced with the help of artificial intelligence translation tools.