Parivaar mein cucks – Part 1
Rishton Mein Chudai
Submit Report This story is part of the Parivaar mein cucks series Sonitpur is a small village in Assam. The Das family, a reputed family, lives there. The family consists of five members: Mr. Balu Das (Father), Mrs. Gunjan Das (Mother), Raghu Das (Son), Kriti Goswami (Daughter-in-law), and Ranjana Das (Daughter). Dad is a typical father figure, always working, a bit jolly with children, and strict with adults. He is around 48 years old. Mom is sweet, shy, mostly quiet, and always smiling. She is around 42 years old, but she looks youthful. Mom and Dad had an early marriage, so Raghu and Ranjana are adults now. Raghu is 29 years old, and Ranjana is 25. Kriti, Raghu’s wife, is 28 years old. They married two years ago after dating for a year and a half. Ranjana just completed her post-graduation. A week ago, Raghu and Kriti returned to their hometown. After their marriage, they had settled in Delhi for two years, working in the same office together. Recently, they chose to work remotely and moved back to their hometown. Present Day: Everyone was present in the house except for Ranjana. She will be coming home next month. The house was decorated with lights, and everyone was in a rush. It’s Kriti’s Birthday. Raghu invited only his colleagues for a small party. It was time for the guests to arrive. Everyone was seated in the hall. The birthday girl came down the stairs. She wore a black bodycon dress that was revealing yet tight, clearly showing her assets. She had heavy 34D breasts with a hint of cleavage, a plump belly that still looked fit, and wide hips that swayed as she walked across the hall. Her ass jiggled like a pornstar’s as she moved. Raghu and Mom greeted her with wide smiles, while Dad passed a small, hesitant smile. No matter how traditional Dad was, he was still a man. He stared at his daughter-in-law like a pervert, drooling. He regained his senses when the doorbell rang. All of Raghu and Kriti’s friends were at the door. Kriti giggled and went to hug them. Dad watched her ass as she ran to hug them. It was perfect – the size, the shape, the softness visible through the fabric, and the jiggles. He was getting hard under his lungi. Suddenly, he saw a hand on Kriti’s ass. He looked up to see Vishal, Raghu’s colleague, hugging her with his hands resting on her ass. Dad felt awkward. He noticed Raghu was right behind them, smiling without any hesitation or awkwardness. Then he saw another man, Rahul, hugging her and seemingly cupping her ass. Again, Raghu seemed chill. Even though Dad was a bit carried away admiring Kriti, he was a traditional man at heart. Seeing his daughter-in-law being hugged by another man was okay, but her ass being touched even slightly and her husband being okay with it gave him a strange feeling. The cake was cut, and everyone was giggling, smiling, and chatting. The function ended well, and everyone left. It was around midnight. Mom entered the bedroom with a jug of water. Dad was on the bed, still stuck in that strange thought. Dad: “Tumne dekha na, Gunju? Woh ladke harami the.” Mom: “Aisa mat boliye ji. Woh mehmaan the humare.” Dad: “Hug karne mein piche haath rakhna zaruri nahi hota hai, Gunju.” Mom: “Dost hai woh Kriti ke… thoda bohot mazak chalta hai.” Dad: “Tumne dekha nahi kaise gaand pe haath tha unka gaale lagane ke time. Ek toh aise haath rakha huwa tha jaise ki daba hi dega. Aur Raghu, woh toh dekh ke bhi muskurata reh gaya.” Mom: “Shant ho jaiye ji. Raghu ne bhi kuch nahi bola hoga kyu ki dost hai isliye… chalta hoga aisa. Delhi mein rahe hai sab log. Aap bhi thoda modern ho jaiye ji.” Dad: “Itna modern nahi hona hota hai Gunju. Kriti ki dress dekhi thi aaj. Ghar ko club house jaisa kar diya tha.” Mom: “Aap bhi na ji. Dress thi hi thi. Ek baar ko saree pehno toh zyada dikhta hai… uska toh har side se dhaka huwa tha dress.” Dad: “Naam ke liye dhaka huwa tha. Aagey piche ka sara samaan saaf saaf pehchaan mein aa raha tha.” Mom: “Arey ji. Ab bahu ka samaan dono taraf se bada hai toh usme uski kya galti ji? Bada hai bolke woh apni pasand ki dress pehenna chorr degi kya ji?” Dad: “Aurat ka samaan bada ho na toh thoda dhang se dhyaan se kapde pehenna chahiye, Gunju.” Mom: “Aap mard log bhi na ji. Pasand toh bade bade samaan ki ladki aati hai. Phir jab thoda dikh jaye toh problem ho jaati hai. Bada hai thoda toh dikhega na ji. Mard ko na maze lena chahiye, ki uski patni ka bada hai dusro se. Dusre mard chahe jitna ghur le lekin milega bas pati ko. Dusro ko tadapte dekh mazaa aana chahiye.” Dad: “Yeh tum kis line mein aa gayi Gunju? Badi open-minded baatein karne lagi… kaha se seekh rahi ho iss umar mein?” Mom: “Aap bhi na ji. Mazaak choriye. Soch ke dekhiye Raghu ko kyu problem nahi huwa jab Kriti ne woh dress pehni jab ki usko pata tha sab ladke dost hi aane wale hai. Uparse ladko ne gaand pe haath rakha Kriti ke. Phir bhi woh muskurata raha.” Dad: “Woh toh hai, Gunju.” Mom: “Wahi toh Ji. Mujhe toh lagta hai Raghu ko accha hai jab Kriti hot dress pehenti hai. Usko accha lagta hai ki uski biwi sexy dikhti hai aur dusre usko dekhte hain.” Dad: “Tumhe lagta hai dusre jab hawas se dekhte hai Kriti ko toh Raghu ka khada hota hai?” Mom: “Kya pata Ji. Ho bhi sakta hai.” (smiling naughtily) Dad: “Tum na yeh jawan couples ko analyse karna bandh karo. Tharki hoti jaa rahi ho. Yeh umar nahi hai tumhari.” Mom: “Tharki se ek baat yaad aayi ji. Bohot gandi baat hai. Batau kya?” Dad: “Itna bol hi diya hai… puri baat batao.” Mom: “Jis din Beta aur Bahu aye the, uske pichle din raat ko tez baarish huwi thi. 1 baje shayad mujhe susu aayi toh main uthi thi. Kuch awaz sunai di thi, lekin zorse lagi thi isliye direct chali gayi. Wapas aate time phirse kuch awaz sunai di. Iss baar ruk gayi. Awaaz Raghu ke room se aa rahi thi. Dusri taraf gayi toh khidki khuli thi.