Rahul ate me while my MIL wasn't looking - an indian erotic story

Rahul slid his tongue deeper into Sheela’s pussy, almost like he was thirsty for days, his nose digging deeper into her clit - an indian erotic short story

Everyday, from 12:30 - 1pm, my 78 year old almost-deaf mother-in-law, who is visiting us, turns up the television’s volume from the average 15 all the way to a blaring 28, to catch up on her soap.

I could see the opening credits light up the massive 56" television and the top of my dainty mother-in-law’s head which was buried inside a massive sofa; all of which was visible from the breakfast counter adjoining the kitchen. I was done with my cooking, drawing the lunch menu to an end. 

I stowed away the last of the serveware, and poured myself a glass of water. As I brought the glass to my lips and looked up again, I noticed Rahul, my husband, standing at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the wall, staring intently at me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Hi.." I smiled. 

"Hey, I was feeling… thirsty."

Rahul walked into the kitchen, shuffling the air around me, making me close my eyes momentarily, and inhale his musky scent deeply. For a few seconds, the volume of the television filled the air, as I turned my back towards Rahul and resumed drinking water.

"Will you feed me, baby?" Rahul’s voice and breath suddenly tickled her right ear.

I did not get startled even a bit. I slowly smiled, knowingly.

"Now, here?" I whispered back looking at the back of my mother-in-law’s engrossed head, concealing my lips with the glass of water.

"Right here, right now… baby…"

With his right hand, Rahul took the glass of water and placed it down. His left hand snaked around my concealed waist, squeezing it lightly, tickling me, making me lean into his body lightly. Rahul bent down and brushed his lips along my shoulder, my tight blouse barely staying before gently slipping off.

"Ahh… so thirsty, baby? Looks like we fell short last night" I whispered and moaned low as my neck involuntarily rolled, revealing more of myself to Rahul. 

"Darling, every night with you is too short" Rahul ran his lips along my bare back, making his way to my left ear and nibbling at the lobe.

"Mmmhhh.. more?" I asked softly, biting my lower lip, as I continued to ensure my mother-in-law remained engrossed. Saying this, I lifted my saree, teasing Rahul with my bare leg.

Rahul vanished below the kitchen counter and my saree, nestled cosily beneath it, his nose nudging my long legs, as I rested myself on the chair at the counter. My saree fell around the chair naturally, and nobody could ever know that Rahul’s lips were beginning to caress my inner thighs.

I carefully adjusted my body as Rahul demanded, without making it too obvious. Parting my legs wide, I allowed Rahul to get closer to my warm core. I could already feel my pussy moistening. On the days my husband was working from home, sometimes I chose not to wear my panties. It made foreplay that much more fun and sexier.

And risky afternoons like today were our favourite. We have been struggling to get together a little past month with his mother visiting us (iykyk). So we make the most of our intimate moments whenever we could, even if it meant while my mother-in-law was watching her soap barely 20 feet away.

We did not have a lot of time and I could sense the urgency in his fingers as they slid between my labia easily. 

“Mmhhhh…” I managed to muffle beneath my breath. Any second now, Rahul’s thick lips and thicker moustache would lick my muffin and I waited for it with baited breath. I loved how his moustache scratched lightly against my mound, which also further excited me.

Ensuring my mother-in-law’s attention was neck-deep into the soap, I slowly brought my right hand down and nudged my husband’s head closer.

I immediately felt his moustache rub against my clit, playfully.

Thirstily, Rahul darted his tongue out first, licking my labia, making my fists curl at the back of his head. I involuntarily moved my hips forward ever so lightly. Rahul knew just how to get his wife’s juices flowing, and he was not wasting any time.

Wrapping his lips right where my g-spot lay beneath, he began sucking my clitoris. His tongue played with my mound, like they were the best of friends. I felt his warm breath all over my warm core, making it hotter and wetter by the second. I absolutely loved the sensation caused by his moustache against my mound, tickling and tantalising my nerve endings, starting off little fireworks through my veins.

Despite the volume of the television being loud, Rahul’s noisy sucking could be heard lightly through the echoes of my saree’s skirt. I slowly lifted both legs and locked them around his shoulders, lifting my ass for better access. Rahul caressed my thighs and welcomed them around his neck. He moved his left hand and found my soft ass-cheek, massaging it gently.

I knew what this meant too. I was about to be held in place and flown to space; any second now.

Despite the sexually charged atmosphere of having my husband’s head between my legs in the middle of the day, right there in the kitchen, while my mother-in-law watched television, I relaxed my body as much as I could. Rahul’s fingers joined his tongue. He slowly slid his middle finger inside my wet pussy, all along continuing to fervently suck on my clitoris.

Feeling his finger enter me, I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, and muffled a moan. The colour was beginning to rise in my cheeks. Feeling every reaction to his wanton touch, Rahul knew exactly what I was feeling, which made giving me head even more pleasurable for him. Ever the giver, Rahul has worshipped my body ever since we had been alone for the first time.

His index finger followed along the second time; he inserted them into me, moving them slowly as my body wrapped itself around them, welcoming them into my sensual core, feeling the spongy g-spot.

Once he had his in, Rahul hooked his fingers and before I knew it, he intensified his speed; his fingers now slipping in and out of my wet, squelching pussy. I gripped the edge of the breakfast counter, as Rahul drove me higher and higher.

Every synchronised lick and suck of Rahul’s was making my toes curl beneath the hem of my saree. I reached into my saree and unhooked my blouse without taking off the whole thing; just enough for him to grab and fondle them freely. I ensured my saree pallu was in place.

Suddenly, the whole house went silent.

“Beta, kitne baje hai?” My mother-in-law, having muted her show, asked me.

(“Dear, what is the time?”)

In a second, my eyes darted open. Rahul, however, did not stop. 

“Ek… baj hi… raha hai” I managed to say, trying to keep my uneven breath out of my voice.

(“It’s… almost… 1.”)

My mother-in-law nodded and unmuted the television.

My ears were beginning to drum to the beat at which Rahul was playing me secretly. Adding a layer of risk to our encounters only made it all the more exciting for both of us.

Rahul, who had found his comfortable spot now, had me exactly where he wanted me. Continuing to move his fingers inside me fervently, his mouth sucked my entire being, drinking every drop.

He felt my heels dig into his upper back. I was close; and Rahul gave me his all. My toes curled and tightened around him as I came gushing.

My stomach thundered against the counter, hot lava flowing through my core, spreading across my entire body. I slowly lowered her head and rested it on my arm, my fingers entwined tightly, absorbing the vibrations of my orgasm.

Rahul slowly ducked out of my saree, and came up for air. My juices were all over his mouth, fingers and nose, and a wide smile was playing on his lips. His eyes met mine below the counter, as I smiled back at him, lovingly.

“Quenched your thirst well?” I teased as her breath slowly returned to normal. Caringly, I wiped his face with my pallu.

“For now, baby. Tonight, let’s both drink” Rahul said with a twinkle in his eyes, helping me with the hooks of my blouse quickly.

Rahul got up from below the counter and made his way out as the end credits rolled on the big television screen. His mother was beginning to slowly get up from the sofa. He had exactly 15 seconds. Standing next to me now, he quickly bent down, and fondled my hard nipple through my blouse, pinching it naughtily, and kissed me deeply - a kiss that would have to keep us going until night.

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