Kyunki Saas Abhi Bhi Bahu Hai Ch. 02

Characters

Richa

Suhel - Richa's husband

Suman - Richa's father-in-law

Sujata - Richa's mother-in-law

The story so far

Sujata is a disciplined wife. After Richa's marriage to her son, the two women bond and they go on a shopping trip. When they return late the two are spanked by their husbands naked. Afterwards they swap and the taboo nature turns them all on. The spanking ends and the two couples enjoy hot and steamy sex.

Six months into the marriage it had become an established pattern. Suman and Suhel would accuse the two of "disobedient and disorderly" conduct, whether real or imagined, and take the two naked women across their knees. Then after the mounds had turned slightly reddish they would swap the women. They always left it to Suhel to spank his mother's sit spots while Suman had the charge of spanking Richa's inner thighs. Every time it would be a repetition of the first time. Sujata's humping on her son's lap would turn them on while the other two would be aroused by Suman's illicit touching of his daughter-in-law's labia. It was always followed by a hot and steamy sex for the two couples.

However as the novelty wore away so did its eroticism. Richa and Sujata now had a bond that traversed a mother- daughter relationship. They were like sister wives. They discussed the most intimate details of their lives including their sex lives. By now Richa knew that her father-in-law enjoyed deep throating his wife. And Sujata was aware that her son had an undue interest in inserting inanimate objects in his wife's butthole.

The men had returned from office and the women would serve them dinner. As per the traditional customs, the men ate first while their wives acted as personal attendees and women ate only after attending to all the housework.

But today the men had told them to get naked before serving. Wordlessly the two women started unwrapping their sarees. The men unabashedly took in the sight in front of them. Slowly their deep cleavages came to sight as did their lithe waists.

Even though Sujata was a mother of a married son, she still had a flat stomach and a dancer's hips. Her 36C bosoms narrowed down to 32 inches at her waist before widening again at her luscious buttocks. Although her son had seen her naked so many times in the past few months he was appreciating her body for the first time today. He was not seeing her as a mother or even his father's wife but as a beautiful older woman.

Meanwhile Suman was appreciating himself. He had chosen Richa based on a picture of her, and now he stood vindicated. Her perky 32D breasts, her lithe 28 inch waist and luscious 34 inch buttocks made her no less desirable than an actress. At 5'4" she stood demurely as her father-in-law's eyes hungrily drank in the sight before him. Her friends had often compared her face with Alia Bhatt's and she felt like she was facing a casting couch like she had heard on #MeToo news. To her consternation, she felt something roll down her inner thigh, something wet and sticky. It was nothing but her own juices yet she had lost all control over them.

"Carry on" Suman instructed, trying to hide his excitement in the voice to maintain a facade of propriety. Suhel had no such compunctions. His tool was obscenely tenting his bermuda. The two women fiddled with the knots of their petticoat as their fingers seemed to have become dead. Finally the two women stepped out of them and stood in nothing more than their blouses and panties.

Indian saree blouses are usually upto the midriff only. And today they had chosen to wear a particularly bold design. They were sleeveless showing off their beautiful brown arms, the plunging neckline revealing their deep cleavages and their smooth backs were revealed by the blouse that had but a narrow back strap. Sujata would not have dared to buy something so audacious normally, but Richa had insisted they got them made at the tailors' specially. Since it was custom fitted, it accentuated their assets well but still maintaining sobriety. As if to be an indicator the pendants of the gold chains around their neck nestled on their cleavage. They were gifts from their husbands during their marriages and the identical heart shaped pendants drew attention to their long necks and visible collar bones.

Right now Sujata wished that she didn't draw so much attention from her son but that was just her conscious decision. Her body was acting subconsciously completely differently, her nipples were hard and she was leaking juices copiously. Finally the two women took off their blouses standing in nothing more than their underwear. The bras hardly revealed more than the blouses yet the psychological effects of standing in just their "underwear" were undeniable. The women looked incredibly hot as tears rolled down their cheeks from their conscious shame while pussy juices ran down their legs as the shame unconsciously turned them on. The years of seeing sex as taboo had turned against them; their brains had associated shame with sexual pleasure and estrogen pumped through their blood enciting every cell in their body as they stood shamefully in front of the men.

The men however felt no such conflict. They had always been taught as men they deserved whatever they desired; their women existed only to serve them and pleasure them. They grabbed their wives by their hairs and pushed them down on the dining table. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law faced each other held down at the necks by the muscular hands of their husbands. With the other hand they yanked down the panties and dropped their own bermudas. With one forceful stroke they plunged their long hard penis into their wives' wet vaginas. With a plop the cunts clasped around the violating members and the men started fucking them hard and fast. They were already leaking precum as could be easily evidenced from the wet spots on their bermudas. Their wives were no less aroused. Neither men could last their brutal fucking long and as the women orgasmed and their vaginal muscles convulsed the men discharged their first load of semen.

But none were satiated yet and as they kept pounding, their cocks regained their hardness. But they slowed down as their hearts faltered to keep on pumping at full speed. They now yanked their wives up by their hair till the two women were facing each other. They could read shame, defeat and utter disgust at the public nature of the act yet naked desire was what they saw the most writ large upon their faces. As the women balanced themselves on their arms, their bangles clinking with every thrust into their pussy, the men had their hands free. The women's long dark hairs were wet with sweat and hung down the sides of their necks. The two men unclasped the bras and slowly rolled it down the arms of their wives. The heavy breasts of the two women were finally unrestrained and they jiggled with the same rhythm with which the body they were attached to were being fucked. The two men looked mesmerized at the breasts of each other's wife. With no self restrain or compunction about the taboo incestuous nature of their acts, they cupped the breasts of each other's wives. Suhel was holding his mother's breasts feeling their softness in his hands and rubbing her hard nipples between his fingers. As he slightly pinched them his mother winced in protest. But it only made his cock harden even more. He started twisting them watching with glee as his mother winced and whined at the abuse.

Richa however received no such subtle abuse from her father-in-law. He had grabbed them uncouthly as soon as her husband had uncovered them, leaving his handprint on the adipose tissue. He then pulled the nipples with all his might leaving them red and misshapenly long and hard. Finally he had settled to alternatively slapping them leaving them red with each slap. Richa chaffed at her father-in-law's extremely ungentlemanly behavior. But the more she felt anger the more her father-in-law enjoyed it. He watched gleefully as the young woman suffered wordlessly unable to display her displeasure other than by shooting daggers at him with her eyes. But Richa's futile defiance only made it more exciting for him and he mouthed swear words like "cunt", "whore", "slave", "rendi" (hindi for prostitute) at her silently each time he slapped her breasts. The fact that his son and wife was unaware of this juvenile behavior only made it more taboo as if he shared a special private space with his daughter-in-law, one hidden from his wife and her husband.

But they could only last so long and the men deposited their second load of cum into their wives' cunts. As they reached climax, they yanked their wives back by their hairs their backs arched back and their breasts thrusting out. Then as the cum flooded their cunts their husbands released their hair and they crashed onto the table. The men pulled out their limp cocks and pulled up their bermudas. Then they left their wives like uncared-for rags instructing them to have the table set for dinner by the time they came back after changing and to remain naked.

The two women could hardly face each other in shame. Now that their arousal had disappeared they couldn't feel but deeply embarrassed at being treated like sex objects. Especially Sujata felt extremely uncomfortable at being reduced to a cheap common whore in front of her daughter-in-law who showed her the highest level of reverence. And the fact that Richa herself felt shame at her mother-in-law's abuse by her husband(Suhel) only made it worse for Sujata. The two women walked into the common bathroom together not even caring to shut the door behind them. They lathered up the soap and cleaned the sticky mixture of their husband's cum and their own pussy juices that was all over their thighs and legs. They were sticky with sweat on the hot March evening and they rubbed the soap all over their body. As they stood together below the shower they rubbed each other's body washing away the soap. The cold water running over their body felt so cleansing, so purifying.

The two women embraced each other, their breasts mashing together. Richa whispered, "I love you so much Ma (mother)" and lightly kissed Sujata on her cheeks. Sujata caressed Richa's hair and pulling her close whispered, "I love you too beti (daughter)" as their lips touched each other. At that moment all the shame they had felt, all the abuse they had endured that evening and before and all the restrictions they had been taught their whole lives washed away with the soapy water flowing down the drain. Their fingers crawled into each other's vagina and they diddled each other, their moans silenced by their locked lips till they felt their fingers wet and sticky with each other's juices. Without any hesitation they put their fingers in their mouths tasting each other's juices. Then they inserted their fingers into their own cunts and put them back in their own mouth tasting themselves.

The women were so engrossed that they failed to notice their husbands standing outside watching their activities. Their trance broke only after they turned the shower off and heard Suhel's voice. "Dad, now we have a plethora of violations to punish them for." Mother and daughter(-in-law) felt their faces turn red in shame. But they felt strangely defiant, strangely uncaring that they had violated several norms by their lesbian campers, strangely proud in their taboo relationship.

"Yes Sir. We will accept whatever punishment you give us." Sujata told her son. Though she spoke with utmost deference and meakness to her son, the very fact that she had spoken seemed like a defiance, a stand against silently accepting their men's diktats.

Suman felt anger bubbling up in him. He felt like grabbing his wife by her throat and twisting it till she begged for her life. But he felt a sudden nervousness; he was no longer sure that she would let him do that. He has been punishing his wife for 30 years now and never had she ever uttered a single word. She had always silently stripped naked, crawled and draped herself across his knees. Always till now. He remembered his father had never punished his mother in front of him or Sujata though everyone was well aware that she suffered the same fate as Sujata. Suman wondered if he had made a mistake by embarrassing his wife in front of their son and daughter-in-law. But he quickly shrugged off the feeling, laying the blame completely and fully on his daughter-in-law. He decided it was time to introduce her to harsher instruments of corporal punishment than the bare hands of the men.

The two women were told to quickly serve the dinner and kneel down in the corner facing the wall. The aalu parathas (Indian bread stuffed with potato) and mutton rezala (lightly spicy curry of goat meat) was a delicious fare but the men couldn't enjoy it as they wolfed it down with their attention on the two naked women in the corner. Their curvy backs and luscious buttocks were smooth, unmarked and deliciously beautiful yet it only increased the desire in the men to extract their wrath on these beautiful bodies.

Once dinner was over, the women were made to kneel facing the men. They were on their knees with the knees spread apart as far as possible. Both father and son preferred their women to have shaved cunts and the women showed their shaved and splayed cunts gloriously. Their arms were straight on top of their heads, the tension in the muscles pulling up their breasts. Though the pair looked extremely sexy the men were more interested in the sheet of paper in front of them. They were noting down the crimes of their wives and their corresponding punishments.

"Unnatural sexual behavior" Suhel said referring to the lesbian act of the women. "25 lashes of the whip on the back", his father decided the punishment for the crime.

"Incestuous behavior", Suhel declared as the second crime of his mother and wife. "25 whip lashes from the front".

"Indecent exposure." Suhel was now just saying anything that sounded devious. "15 lashes with the riding crop on the cunt", his father devised as the punishment.

"Touching each other indecently" was the next fault and its punishment was 5 whacks of the cane on each palm.

"Cheating on their husbands." This time it was Suman who came up with the crime. His son immediately came up with the punishment. "A five minute spanking with the hairbrush. Followed by 12 swats of the wooden paddle."

"Delay in serving dinner" again the father contributed to the list and his son devised the punishment "dozen cane strikes on the front thighs".

Both the men were at a loss of which feminine part to target next and for what excuse. Finally their eyes fell on the nipples. They knew it would be fun to put clamps on them. All they needed was a cause. 'Allowing other men to touch them' seemed plausible enough a reason and for that the clamps would remain on their nipples throughout the punishment.

"One final instruction. After every punishment you will deep throat us till we cum", Suman instructed his wife and daughter-in-law.

That however turned out to be a double edged sword. "Richa, you must follow my lead while deep throating. The men have already cum twice and since you are inexperienced you might find it difficult to arouse them multiple times." This oblique barb at their virility incensed them.

"Don't you worry about that woman. Beta(son) get the Viagra from my room." This simple instruction revealed a lot about Suman. That he required the help of sex pills to get aroused. That he expected his son to need the services too. And his son by eagerly going for it revealed he agreed with his father that they needed it. Richa couldn't resist smirking at her mother-in-law's naughty remark.

As the two men downed the pills, Suhel asked his father "Dad, where will we whip them?"

"We will hang them in the whipping frames in our basement. They are of wonderful use as your mother already knows".

The whipping frames belonged to Suman's grandfather. He was a zamindar (landlord) during British rule. One of the frames, the ornately designed oak wood one, was for punishment of his wife, daughters, daughter-in-laws and other women of the andermahal (inner palace) carried out by himself. The other one was more commonplace, made of teak wood, for the women of servant class carried out by an executioner. The steel chains, the leather cuffs for wrists and ankles, the hooks had seen the tears and blood of many women of the family. Sujata had experienced it many times as had her mother-in-law but they had never been hung together. But today Sujata would hang beside her daughter-in-law, the two women of the family experiencing the device together.

The two women were framed side by side, their arms straining under the weight of their own bodies. Father and son stood behind their wives, the long leather whips in their grasp. These hailed from the times of the zamindar made of pure rhino leather. Richa thought with pride that the piece of leather that was lashing her back carried the sweat of her great grandmother in-law. The two men lashed at full force, the whip leaving welts on the unprotected backs of their wives. The women deciding not to cry from the pain shouted out the count. By the time they reached twenty their backs were crisscrossed with welts and their throats hoarse with screaming. Their wrists were chafed with straining against the cuffs. But that didn't stop their husbands from giving them the last five whip lashes at full force.

Though the women had been beaten, they were not beaten. They hugged each other with tears running down their cheeks, but not for once they begged for mercy. When their husbands invigorated with the whipping and Viagra pulled down their pj's, the women got to work on their knees. Following her experienced mother-in-law's lead, Richa covered her husband's cock with saliva and then sliding it into her mouth till it hit the back of her mouth. Her lips and tongue got to work as she bobbed her head up and down the shaft. Gradually relaxing her throat muscles she took in the cock of the man who had so thoroughly thrashed her. The two women now worked in tandem, sucking furiously on the hard muscle shaft. They played with the balls raking them with their nails and slightly squeezing them, to send them into a hormonal drive. It seemed as if the women were eager to finish their current job and get back to the frame for the front whipping. As if fulfilling their wishes their husbands succumbed to their expert ministrations and the women were rewarded with a mouthful of cum. They naughtily spat at each other before opening their mouth showing the gooey white cum in their mouth and drank it. Then they scooped up the spit that had landed on each other's breast with two fingers and sucked them clean. Unnoticed by the men the women had been masturbating themselves while pleasuring the men and they sucked on the fingers wet with their own juices. The lashing though painful had turned them on. They had been dreaming of themselves as the viking queens punished by the Christian lords of yore (they had seen such a movie a couple days ago) as they were being whipped and the role-play was highly effective. They almost eagerly went to the frame to be hung up.

The men had put clamps on the nipples of the two women at the very beginning of the session. Though very painful at first, their nerves had became fatigued as the clamps cut off the blood supply to the nipples. But when both father and son lashed the clamps with their very first whip lash on their wives' front side, the clamps slightly moved. As blood rushed in only to be constricted again, the women screamed in pain. It felt like their nipples were being torn out. But the piercing scream was like the sweetest melody to their tormentors. Already under the effect of Viagra, their cocks immediately turned hard. But they were not the only ones who were turned out. Despite the unbelievable pain in their sensitive secondary reproductive organs, their primary reproductive organs started producing all the sex hormones. And when lash numbers 2,3 and 4 alternatively hit the two clamps, the women orgasmed violently, their juices spurting out and hitting their husbands on their faces. Incensed at the women's naked display of enjoying their own torment, the men tore at their soft breasts with the next flurry of six lashes. Both the women's breasts were now marked with angry looking welts that turned purple.