2 comments/ 16076 views/ 1 favorites I Am Loved By: Moondrift "Count backwards from ten," a voice said. "Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... fi... " Blackness. Down into the nothingness where no pain, no sensation is felt. "Who is that down there lying so still, lights glaring down, surrounded by people in green gowns?" I see the face, pale and mask like and I know it but cannot remember who it is. What are they doing to her, those gowned figures and how do I know it is "her"? I know it but do not know why I know it. A vortex and I am slowly rotating and leaving the scene below me. The figure lying there and those around her gradually disappear as I am drawn away, gently spinning down long a tunnel. They are gone and I am spinning faster in a children's kaleidoscope of brilliantly coloured patterns; drawn along by some unseen and gentle influence. I am loved... I know I am loved... the unseen power tells me wordlessly I am loved. I, the unlovable, am loved. In the far distance amid the ever-changing patterns and colours I see a light that grows brighter and nearer. I spin towards it and I am out of the tunnel. I am in a place that is no place. There is no up, down or sideways. I seem to stand on something but the something I cannot see. I am in a mist, but not the dark mist or fogs of moisture and pollution. It is a bright mist without sensation or substance. It embraces me and I feel no physical touch but know it is the embrace of welcome. If I am loved and cared for, I must be; I am; but who am I? I try to remember who the "I" is and there is only a dark shadow of pain. I cease trying to remember. The mist is retreating, dissolving and I am no longer in a misty embrace. Shapes emerge, strange and without form at first, then gradually becoming distinguishable. There are trees; tall trees and beneath them underbrush of low bushes. The mist has gone; my feet are on solid, visible grass and earth. I am in a grove that I know well, but do not know why I know it. As I puzzle over this knowledge a voice behind me says: "Do not be puzzled, Catriona, this is your grove; the grove of your own thoughts." Yes, of course! The grove I escape to when the pain and misery grows too much; the place in my mind where I find peace amid the confusion and violence. I turn to see who spoke, and there is a man standing there; he is naked. Somehow I know I have seen many naked men; endless successions of them; old men bent and withered; young men pimpled and anxious; brutal men, lonely men. How have I known them...? I look at the man standing before me, trying to discern his age and evaluate his looks. He is neither young or old, fat or thin, handsome or ugly. In one instant I see him as young, and then in the next he is old. He changes as I look at him. I cannot hold him in one category or form. He smiles at me and says in a gentle voice; "Like this grove, I am what you want me to be because, you see, I am of you and part of you." "Come, Catriona," he goes on, "take my hand and walk with me." I know him and don't know him. I have learned to fear and have contempt for men, but I do not fear the one who is with me now. "Do you have a name?" I ask. "Of course; it is the name you gave me." I am puzzled for a moment, and then, "Yes, yes... I do know you... Dionysus." I am recalling many things about myself now. He smiles; "The god of wine, ecstasy and salvation. A strange combination, don't you think?" "I once read the name in a magazine and liked it so... " "So you named the man of your visions Dionysus." We have begun our walk and I notice that we are greeted by many people, all of them walking in pairs; men with women, men with men and women with women. All are naked and for the first time I become conscious of the fact that I am naked. Some of the couples do not greet us, and instead they are standing, sitting or lying very still, seeming to gazing into each other's eyes. I wonder what they are doing. Dionysus who seems to know my every thought says, "They are making love, Catriona." I am puzzled at this. "But they are not coupling... I mean... they aren't having sexual intercourse." "Not in the way you have come to understand it, Catriona, but they are more closely bonded than any physical penetrations you have experienced." A wave of revulsion sweeps over me. At first I do not know why, but then a apparition rises before me. I see a room, a small gaudy room with a bed. Men come and go as I lie on the bed. Some have stiff penises others are flaccid so I have to work on them. Some have small some large penises and they are pushed into me. Some demand that I suck their shafts or let then push it up my anus. Some tie me and beat me, others I tie and beat. There is pain and the drugs I must take to get through yet another day and night. Half an hour, and then another man, often foul breathed, sweating, unloving, uncaring, and just wanting my body for a brief ejaculation. There is pain... so much pain... in my head and in my body... I must take something... "Madame, in the name of God give me something for the pain." "You are safe here, Catriona," says Dionysus. "None will hurt you or take what you do not want to give. This is the place of love... the love you have imagined for so long." We arrive at a building resembling a summer house and go in. It is peaceful and on the floor are soft sponge like coverings and cushions. "You may lie here and rest," says Dionysus. "If you do not wish me to be here with you, you have only to dismiss me from your mind." Experimentally I try to dismiss him, but he does not go. Dionysus laughed gently; "You do not really want me to go, but I promise you, when you do, I shall be gone." I reach out to him. "Don't leave me." We lie together on the cloud like softness of the covered floor. His image has stabilised. He seems a few years older than I; perhaps forty? I lie looking at him and peace engulfs me. I sleep and dream. "Oh God help me, I cannot bear the pain." I am tied down; he is forcing something into me and there is blood pouring out of my vagina. I am screaming, calling out, "Madame, Madame, help me, he's a psychopath." Madame does not come. No one comes. I fall sickeningly into a black hole. There are voices. "Serious internal injuries"... "Police"... "Immediate surgery." The ceiling is moving. I am being wheeled somewhere. "Count backwards from ten... " "Catriona... Catriona, wake up, you are dreaming a bad dream." I awake. Dionysus is smiling at me. "You were dreaming in a dream," he says ambiguously. I do not understand him, and lie looking at him. Within myself I am saying, "I love you, I love you." There is burning desire such as I have not felt since long ago when someone loved and desired me. He was coming to me. A plane crashed and he was no more and my life meaning ceased. I am looking deep into Dionysus' eyes... deep pools of liquid green. He is looking into my eyes and wordlessly he is asking, "Do you wish us to make love?" "Yes," my mind replies. We are unmoving and tranquil. Our eyes continue to hold each other in their gaze. I am immersed in warmth. An exquisite stab of ecstasy spears through me, filling me with a sense of utter completeness. I, Catriona am no longer, and he, Dionysus is no longer. There is only the one, complete and whole. We have melded into one another as it is written, "The two shall become one." Wave after wave of paradise thrills over and through me; I am fulfilled, I am whole; my life had met the life that is my other half and I am complete at last. I hear myself softly crying as the delicious pangs of love pervade my entire body and beyond my body they grasp my very soul. I am loved... I am loved... I... "Wake up Catriona, its all over, wake up." Something... someone... blurred... white... where...? "Time to wake up Catriona everything's all right." Another voice, calm and detached; "As soon as she's come around properly you can take her back to her room." A bed... I am on a bed and someone is standing beside the bed. A white coat... eyes gazing at me, deep pools of liquid green filled with compassion. Focus... try to focus. Someone in a white coat with an identification badge; "Dion, Registered Nurse"; A face I know but how do I know it? "How do you feel Catriona?" The voice masculine but gentle. "I... I... feel wonderful." "Good, then back to your room." He walks beside me as two people begin to wheel the bed. The ceiling passes overhead and we pass doors and openings to other corridors. Faces pass by, briefly looking at me, but my eyes are fixed on Dionysius... no... Dion... and his eyes on mine. I am loved. I am Loved and Hated I could not believe it. My father Siddhartha was standing there in only a wet towel. He was a small man. Short and lean and was like me dark complexioned. His son my husband Adhitya his only son on the other hand was tall and broad shouldered, and of wheaten complexion. In our high families we are usually of wheaten complexion. My father in law and I are exceptions. He was calling out to my husband his only son Adhitya loudly as if he is cross. I thought something terrible might have happened. My husband was slowly eating my clean shaven pussy, when his father made his untimely entrance. He relishes eating me and that is almost a hobby with him and one which I enjoy tremendously. It was on my mother in law's insistence that I shaved my pussy. I also thought this may entice my husband to love me more as I was no means a hot wife or for that matter a sexy woman. My husband wanted me often. He would call me from my house hold duties to our bedroom in the hearing of all the house hold. When I am in the room he would invite me to lie on the bed. He would crawl next to me and kiss my lips while his hand cupped my naked pussy. I usually reward him with a low moan so that he may insert his big fingers into my pussy while pressing gently on my clitoris with his thumb. When I emit a long groan as my hips jump off the bed he will kiss me to muffle my sound and slows his fingering allowing me to return to Earth softly. He will then smile and kiss me. He will then resume his finger fucking. Then he will kiss his way down my body with a somewhat long delay at my breasts. He will nibble the nipples gently drawing them into his mouth and swirling his tongue over it until I emit a low moan. He liked to get to my pussy without ever passing over pubic hair. He lowers his head and kiss the inside of my thighs. He likes the aroma of my pussy especially when it is aroused. He love the scent of an aroused woman and loved to suck his fingers after they had been coated with my pussy juice. I will put my hands on the back of his head. I will then guide his lips and his tongue to the exact spots I wanted. He will keep his neck muscles loose and will allow me to control his movement and the pressure. I cannot take it too long he has got a gifted tongue I will suddenly clamp my thighs around his head and shove my pussy hard into his face and I will come. He never loses patience and rushes me to my climax. He seemed to be always in control. He keeps me on the edge as long as possible. He will say many endearment while all these are going on. I know it was acting on his part to get me aroused. Then he will again start with my breast which are a modest 32 and slightly hanging and due to the sag it appeared still smaller as if I am a boy. I am by no means voluptuous like my mother. My nipples tend to become large when aroused and my breast becomes fuller and thrust upwards defying gravity. At those times I am almost like a voluptuous model with my lean body but usually I am considered too thin and small. He enjoys sucking my engorged nipples into his mouth and it acts as a condiment to his love making. He then descends to my feet and then slowly licks his way up to my sexy triangle at the top of my legs, through the channel that is created when the legs are pressed together. I will start climaxing even before he reaches my vagina. He licks on my clitoris. He will not allow it to lay cocooned in its sheath. He with his tongue licking on it makes it swell and deliberately draws all of it out from its protective sheath. He then sucks it into his mouth and nibble on it like a miniature cock. Today he just had me unsheathed when his father entered our room unannounced and called out to him in a very authoritative voice. We were startled. He immediately rose and was all attention. I was completely forgotten. I tried to cover up but my father's voice stopped me. "Stop it Badhra keep your hands at your side." I was immobilized by his strident voice as well as my husband's attitude. I was lying there in all my naked glory with my breasts and shaved pussy on full display. My uncocooned clitoris felt cold when it lost the warmth of my husband's mouth. I laid my hands at my side and obeyed him blindly. It was nearly one week since our marriage and the entire guests and cousins who were there for the wedding and who stayed behind has gone back to their cities. I don't know where my mother was, as it was in the morning she might be in the kitchen preparing the lunch. My father just stood there and stared at my husband. He was squeezing his cock through his towel. His cock forming a formidable looking tent. My husband moved towards him. On reaching him Adhitya my husband and his only child kneeled in front of him and unfastened his towel. He very carefully folded the towel and kept it on the pristine floor rubbed and cleaned to sparkling by my mother in law. After he had the towel off his big hands took my father in law's big dick and began to squeeze and fondle it. It was huge even when flaccid. I wondered how such a small man can have such a heavy prick. I think everything that he eats goes to his penis. He began to stroke my father in law slowly but firmly. I did not think I would survive the shock that it gave me. He began slowly; teasing my father with his warm breaths, then he received his member in his mouth and by using his beautiful lips, he kissed the head. My father in law let out a slight groan as my husband stroked his erect member backwards and forward very smoothly. He kept stroking with his big hands. He grabbed his son's shoulders. My husband began to vigorously stroke it. He grabbed the back of my husband's head and forced it to his penis. He thrusted his pelvis into his mouth and the speed gradually increased. He pulled my husband's hair hard and kept shoving his penis to the back of my husband's throat, my husband gagged but my father in law didn't care. My husband started to lick his head every time he came out of his mouth and judging by my father in law's moans he liked this. My husband locked his mouth on the shaft. He carried on his motion faster. He could taste a bit of pre cum in his mouth. "Son I'm going to come! Ahh shit I'm going to come!" My father grabbed the back of my husband's head and used his mouth as a tool as he pounded his throat with his massive erection. My husband gagged a lot but it gave his father my father in law a lot of pleasure. My husband kneeled there and grabbed his thighs to make him fuck his mouth faster. He wants to finish it as soon as possible. My father in law started to groan loudly and he felt my father in law's cock start to pulse in his mouth. He opened wide and sucked hard, taking almost all of his cock in. That did it and my father in law came with a loud bellow. My husband felt the load hit the back of his throat and quickly fill his mouth. He swallowed all of it. The scene was hornier than I could have imagined. Even though like every good Indian girl I was a virgin when I got married, I had given my share of blow jobs to our sports studs in the colleges. So penis was not new to me. I have seen many in varied shapes and sizes. I was actually a blow job queen in my college. I was very much in demand in the boy's lodges. I have never seen a blow job like this. I did not know what hold he had on my husband to make him do things that he is doing. My husband did not release his hold on his father's cock. Now my husband was slowly licking the under side of the cock of his father and cleaning him. He was stroking the flaccid cock all the while. He was waiting for the cock to become erect again. He guided him into his mouth. His tongue made circular motions around its tip while his fingers stroked the shaft. He caressed it, licked the penis and sucked him and yet he was only semi erect he was trying to get it erect again. I wondered whether he would be successful as he was able to perform only once in the night after that he sleeps like a log. His father is older than him. Nevertheless he continued his stroking. He stroked him with long firm gestures. He wrapped his hand around his maleness. My father's penis filled his hand as he massaged him. His cock began to grew harder in his hand. With that my wonder also grew. He was obviously a man who needed only little time to recoup. My father's stare shifted and he was staring at me now. There was an ugly smile on his lips. He was massaging me with his eyes. His eyes stopped at my breast, my abdomen and my vulva. I can feel his eyes on my breasts and the navel. I am covered in sweat, no doubt glistening in the dim light of an early overcast morning emanating from my window and the light from the hallway. Legs spread wide, hips tilted upward, breasts heaving, I was just at the verge of my climax when he made his entrance. I am sure I am quite a sight to see. I sighed forcefully and lied there with my eyes closed. I stretch my entire body and breathed heavily. I was aroused. My eyelids flutter momentarily before I look up and see him standing there at the foot of my bed. However, he does not appear startled at all. His chin is tucked down and his eyes are piercing me from under a lowered brow. There is a glint of something I can recognize only as a powerful lust, and his chest is rising and falling dramatically. I realize that he is panting, and I let out another sigh as he smiles fiendishly. I was in the same position that I was in when it all started. Now my father looked at his son with some contempt and my husband shriveled in front of him. As a dutiful son he came over to me and continued his ministrations with me as if nothing happened. I was aroused by the scene unfolding before me. While he was sucking on my breasts and squeezing, I was thrusting my breasts up into his face, encouraging him with my young sweet voice. Slowly, carefully, he began moving his hand down my body, caressing my firm flesh. Once he got to my stomach, he suddenly moved faster, burying his tongue into my navel. I moaned. He shoved his mouth into my dripping slit, swiping his tongue and sucking at the sweet juices he found there. Molten heat spread between my legs, the soft tongue on my pussy being the most fantastic thing I had ever felt. He devoured my pussy, sucking and nibbling, eating for all he was worth with his tongue taking long swipes up and down the pink slit. It was sweet juices all over his lips, and he could feel my submission as my body arched against his mouth "Ooooooohhh I moaned. I had my legs spread wide, feet flat on the bed with my knees in the air, my hands had found their own way to his head to keep it there on my vulva. Between my legs my husband's head moved quickly, up and down, making long swipes with his tongue. Putting his shoulders under my thighs, he lifted my legs in order to give him more access to my sweet pussy. I thrashed and moaned, pleading with him to put his penis in me, panting and gasping, I was in the heavy heights of sexual ecstasy. He sucks my unsheathed clitoris into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around it like on his father's cock. He was soon drawing it in and relaxing and then drawing it in rapidly. Soon he had me in the throes of another climax and I was howling like a hyena. his tongue got tired and immediately he was on top of me and had his enormous cock inside me in no time. He started pumping into me with vigor but he was too fast and hot. I could feel him ejaculating in me and I was frustrated. I was at the verge. He rose from me and in one smooth action my father was in my well lubricated vagina without wasting any time. I could feel the head begin to enter me and it was delicious. Suddenly he pushed his entire length into me in one thrust. I was so wet and ready that it slid in easily. He began long hard thrusts into me. Each time he pounded his cock into me he shoved me upward toward the head board. I pushed upward as hard as I could, meeting his thrusts, driving his length deep inside me as far as it could go. I was so wet I had soaked his crotch and each time he plunged his cock into me it made a wet slapping noise. Slap, slap, slap. Sometimes when he pulled back out of me there was a wet slurping noise as my sopping pussy reluctantly let go of his shaft. My father was grunting with each thrust, and I couldn't help but grunt along with him each time he penetrated me. Our wild fornication was loud and furious and it just excited me even more, knowing that my husband was eating his heart out seeing me thus. After what seemed like hours of endless climaxes, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes, my father thrust wildly losing any sense of rhythm slamming his hips into me hard. He pulled me back to meet his thrusts, which somehow became more powerful, harder, and rougher. I knew he was about to cum, that he was about to shoot his load into me. I thrust my arse up opening myself to him as far as I could. He bellowed loudly as he came. he came with gusto filling my fertile womb with his semen. His weight fell on me. I was drained. I felt a hand at my breast and opened my eyes to see my husband gently fondling my breast. His eyes were pleading with me to except it and not say anything to anybody. My father rose from me. He gave my nipples one after the other a kiss gently sucking each one into his hot mouth. My father in law did not even touch my breasts he just used my vulva to get his release and finished with me. My husband was very loving and gentle and began to shower my pussy with kisses. His tongue began to trace its way along the slit. At the top of the slit the tip of his tongue encountered my engorged clitoris. He alternated between flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. He would then abandon my clit and slowly run his tongue along the pussy lips until finally he was at the entrance. Then he would give my pussy a French kiss, again sucking on my clitoris. I was gasping for air. On his final trip from my vaginal entrance to clitoris I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face hard against my sex. All the soreness I felt moments before were gone now. Breathing became momentarily impossible. I trembled. I was again hot and ready for another bout I never thought I had it in me. My father bellowed out my mother in law's name. "Yeshodha Yeshodha Yeshodha" Soon my mother was there. She was a big women and very voluptuous. Her lustrous black hair, free of any hint of gray, cascades past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her cheekbones are high and prominent, and there are just the hint of the beginning of "crow's feet" at the edges of her dark brown eyes. Her breasts are big; she was a 36D, and she had large well-shaped rear end. After five children, she weighs only 145 pounds, and has worked hard to maintain that weight. Her massive jugs are capped by dark, purplish-brown areola the size of coffee-cup saucers and two inch long nipples. She is proud that after suckling five infants, she can detect only the slightest hint of sag. Many of the other mothers she knows have long succumbed to the effects of gravity; she is glad of her "good genes". People said my husband took after his mother's brothers in physical size. They were all very big tall and strong with broad shoulders. Seeing him nobody could guess what he did in his private. I know that his cock descended from his father's side. It was enormous like his father's. It puzzled me why he acted a sissy. It was against all popular and traditional norms. My father did not have to say anything, he had such a command over the entire house hold, she was soon at his side with a towel and began to wash him gently and soon had his 9" cock completely in her mouth. He groaned and groped for my mother in law's shoulders to steady himself on as she proceeded to suck his dick. Her tongue massaged and flicked at the head of his dick as she alternated her hands up and down the shaft. "Oh, fuck, oh god..." were the only words he managed to spit out. She stopped the licking and started to suck his cock again while moving her tongue around the shaft. My husband has brought me to the verge of another climax by his fabulous cunnilingus. I was crying out for his cock. Suddenly my father pushed him away and was into me in one smooth thrust and was again pumping into me with his son, my husband, and his wife, my mother in law, as spectators. I exploded and my father in law pumped into me with renewed vigor. But I could not take more and I was rolling my head from side to side. Suddenly my father was out of me with a plop sound. He stood up and with his hand on the back of my husband's head bends him down and began to fuck his mouth with his cock fresh out of my vulva. My husband's mouth slid over his smooth skin which was slick with my pussy juices and his pre-cum. Before long he had my husband bending down with his head on the bed and moaning from pain while my father in law slowly began to screw his ass. Even though slick with my husband's spit and my pussy juice my husband's lightly furred, crinkled anus resisted his stiff cock as he pushed his mushroom head against his tiny hole. The pressure of his cock knob increased against his anal ring. "Unnnh, ooooh," my father squealed as his cockhead entered my husband's small opening. He tried to move away from his father. With one hand over my husband's shoulder, his other hand keeping his long cock from bending, as my husband knelt on his knees in front of him he held him in place. My husband kept his head low, down on the bed. "Take it you good for nothing." my father's voice was hoarse. My husband didn't want it, it was apparent. "Hunh, hunh, hunh," he gasped, breathing rapidly, trying to accept the pressure, the stretched feeling in his now ovaled hole. Pulling with rough, firm pressure on my husband's shoulder, he straightened the bend in his cock that was caused by the tightness of my husband's hole as he held his fat mushroom crown just inside his slowly yielding sphincter. "Aaaaaah," my husband groaned in pain as an inch or two of my father's man meat slithered past my husband's gripping ring of soft, wet flesh, his cockhead slid deeper into his rectum, . "You are doing fine, sissy?" his father said. "Hunh," my husband gasped again, breathing raggedly. "Umnh huh. More. Put more in me," he said. I knew he was saying it to please his father. "Rock back on me," he instructed my husband. "Fuck my cock up into you, just the way you learned to take it down your throat. The way you saw your mother doing it the other day." "Oooooh," my husband shuddered, his body trembling, feeling hot, sweaty. "Is that all of it. Are you all the way in me?" he asked. My father chuckled. "About half of it, boy," he answered. Now past the point where his cock had bent before as he coaxed it into my husband, he let go of his shaft. My father was wriggling his long cock in my husband's ass opening him further, bit by bit of his rod eased further into him. My husband's asshole might have been tingling all inside, filled deeper with his cock, the knob lodged way inside him, the shaft working him to open wider for him. "Fuck back on me again, boy," he said, "Take it all in you now. Feel it slide up in you." He sure felt it as his eyes were filling up with fresh tears. All of his cock entered him, his full nine plus inches, buried to the hilt in him. His sweaty body pressed against his sweaty back. His wiry, black pubic hairs in the cleft of my husband's ass. His balls resting against him. Hot, wet pressure deep in his ass. He eased back an inch, and then another, and then another. His cockhead raked against his rectum. My husband shuddered. I am Loved and Hated "Unnnh, unnh, unnh," he moaned. "Yeah, yeah, boy, you like that?" his father hissed. You like my cock fucking you." His father, my father, was sliding his cock back and forth in his ass, fucking him with his long, thick, veiny mantool. He was going deep in him. "Umnh, umnh, umnh, umnh," he grunted with each stroke of my father's cock in his ass.He picked up the pace of his cock in my husband's rectum, took longer, faster strokes. Now they were both sweating profusely. His cockhead was coming just to the edge of my husband's sphincter then driving back up inside him until his hairy pubes scruffed in the crack of my husband's ass, his balls bouncing against his ass. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, unh, unh, unh, unh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, stop please" my husband grunted. He raced in his cock into my husband's hole and slid it back in brutally. Faster, faster, his cock slid back and forth in my husband's hole. The rippling of my husband's ass on his cock made me all hot again. His plunged hard into my husband like a jackhammer. His cock hardened, lengthened, thickened and let loose a blast of creamy cum deep in my husband's bowels. He fucked into it, shooting more and more of his cum into him, thick wads, long strings, hot, slick, gushing as he kept on pounding his cock back and forth in him until he was spend fully. I began to leak down below there in my pussy seeing the suffering and humiliation of my husband. After he came he withdrew his penis rubbed it clean on my husband's clothes and walked out of the room. My mother had my husband's head in between her bosoms while he was racked with sobs. He, however, endured his humiliation without any kind of protest. I sat there stupefied looking at my cuckolded husband. At the same time I was aroused beyond imagination and soon coaxed my husband into eating me again while my mother in law watched me with disapproving eyes. She began to wipe her husband's sperm from my husbands abused ass with a wet towel. She was very soft with her only son and I slowly began to understand what a mamma's boy he was. I was lucky on one front that my father did not pimp me out. My friend told me of a prostitute in her knowledge who was first fucked by her father-in-law and later pimped by him to his friends. I always thought these kinds of things happened only in the homes of the dregs of the society. In fact to be frank I like the situation I am in. I am regularly fucked by two studs and has cunnilingus performed on me that too very lovingly after every fuck. In the morning I arise from the licking my clitoris was getting from my loving husband's tongue. My mother will have my coffee ready although reluctantly. So I have decided to keep this secret intact. The only sad part is the pounding that my husband's ass receives from his father. It is very clear to everybody who witnesses it that he does not enjoy it. I will have to win my mother also to my side. I think I know what I have to do. I did that once with one of my elder cousins to keep her from telling anybody about my activities in the college. She also taught me to do it well. I am pretty sure that I will be able to win my mother-in-law over even though I may not like what I have to do.