SmutChat - Ex GF became my whore Part 8

 After that wild all-day marathon with my father-in-law and Princy, we barely slept. The next morning, January 27, dawned with the three of us tangled in the hotel suite I'd booked for the occasion. Princy woke up first, sandwiched between me and her FIL, his arm draped over her naked waist, her head on his hairy chest. She stirred, feeling his morning wood pressing against her thigh, and glanced at me with a mix of guilt and lingering lust in her eyes. I smirked, nodding toward the bathroom. 'Go on, make him feel welcome,' I whispered.

She slipped out carefully, her curvy 34-28-36 body marked with fresh bruises from yesterday's rough handling—red handprints on her 34D boobs, bite marks on her inner thighs. Naked, she padded to the bathroom, starting the shower to mask any noise. Her FIL, let's call him Uncle Raj for discretion, groaned awake moments later, his 57-year-old dadbod shifting as he realized she was gone. I pointed to the sound of running water. 'She's waiting for you,' I said casually, handing him a fresh towel.

He lumbered in, still half-asleep, his 6.5-inch dick already twitching. Through the slightly ajar door, I watched as Princy soaped her body under the hot spray, her shaved pussy glistening. He stepped in behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against him. 'Good morning, beta,' he murmured, his voice thick with desire, as he ground his erection into her ass crack. She gasped but arched back, spreading her legs slightly. His hands roamed up to squeeze her soapy tits, pinching the nipples until she moaned.

Without a word, he spun her around, pushing her against the tiled wall. She dropped to her knees in the steam, water cascading over them, and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, bobbing her head, her tongue swirling around the head while her hands stroked the shaft. He groaned, threading fingers through her wet hair, fucking her face gently at first, then deeper, making her gag softly. 'That's it, suck your father-in-law's dick like the slut you are,' he growled, the words surprising even me—he'd fully embraced the taboo now.

After a few minutes, he pulled her up, lifting one of her legs to hook over his arm. He thrust into her pussy in one smooth motion, the water making obscene slapping sounds as he pounded her standing. Princy wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily, their tongues tangling while he rammed deep. She came first, her body shuddering, nails digging into his back. He followed soon after, grunting as he filled her with his load, hot cum mixing with the shower water running down her legs.

They cleaned up, emerging wrapped in towels, Princy flushed and smiling shyly at me. Over breakfast in the suite—pancakes and coffee—I laid out the plan. Uncle Raj had to head back to Indore that evening for some family business, and Princy was due to join him on the flight, as her husband expected her home by tomorrow. But I suggested they make the most of the day. 'Extend your stay till afternoon,' I urged him. 'Fuck her properly before you go.' He nodded eagerly, his eyes on her cleavage peeking from the towel.

We checked out and drove to my flat for privacy. Once inside, clothes hit the floor immediately. Uncle Raj sat on the couch, dick hard again, as Princy straddled him reverse cowgirl. She lowered herself onto his lap, her ass cheeks spreading as she impaled her pussy on his cock. I stood in front, feeding her my 7-inch dick, which she sucked sloppily while bouncing on him. Her FIL slapped her ass rhythmically, watching it jiggle. 'Ride me harder, Princy,' he commanded, and she did, grinding her hips in circles until she squirted a little, soaking his balls.

I pulled out of her mouth to let her focus, stepping behind to lube up her ass with spit. With Uncle Raj still buried in her pussy, I pushed into her tight hole, double-penetrating her right there on the couch. She screamed in pleasure-pain, her body stretched full. We alternated thrusts, him deep in her cunt while I reamed her ass, our balls slapping against each other. Princy orgasmed twice, her walls clenching around us, before Uncle Raj came inside her pussy again. I followed, pumping my load into her ass, feeling it drip out as we pulled away.

Lunch was a quick affair—takeout biryani eaten naked on the floor, with Princy feeding bites to Uncle Raj from her fingers, occasionally licking sauce off his dick. By 3 pm, it was time for them to leave for the airport. She dressed in a simple salwar kameez I'd picked—no bra or panties, of course—her nipples poking through the thin fabric. Uncle Raj hugged me goodbye, slipping me an envelope with extra cash as thanks. 'Keep her satisfied till I return,' he whispered. Princy kissed me deeply, whispering, 'This changes everything,' before boarding the cab with him.

They flew back to Indore that evening, arriving around 8 pm. Princy's husband, let's call him Amit, was waiting at home, oblivious as ever. But Uncle Raj had other plans. Instead of dropping her off directly, he suggested they stop at his place first—his wife, Princy's mother-in-law, was visiting her sister in Bhopal for a few days, leaving the house empty. Princy hesitated but agreed, her pussy still throbbing from our session.

As soon as they entered his modest two-story home in a quiet Indore neighborhood, Uncle Raj locked the door and pulled her into the living room. 'I've waited years to have you here, in my house,' he said, his voice husky. He pushed her onto the old leather sofa, hiking up her kameez to expose her bare pussy. Kneeling between her legs, he dove in, licking her folds hungrily, tasting the remnants of our cum mixed with her juices. Princy moaned, grabbing his white-bearded head, grinding against his face until she came, flooding his mouth.

He stood, dropping his pants, his dadbod frame looming over her. She sat up, taking his cock in hand, stroking it before sucking him deep. Her head bobbed furiously, saliva dripping down her chin, as she deepthroated him, gagging but persistent. 'Fuck my mouth, Papa,' she begged, using the forbidden term that made his eyes widen. He obliged, holding her head and thrusting like he owned her.

Pulling out, he flipped her over the sofa arm, ass up. He spat on her pussy and slammed in doggy-style, his belly slapping against her back with each powerful stroke. The room filled with wet smacks and her cries: 'Harder, fuck your daughter-in-law's cunt!' He spanked her ass red, pulling her hair, railing her for 15 minutes before cumming deep inside, collapsing over her.

They moved to the kitchen for water, but he bent her over the counter next, fucking her from behind again while she gripped the edge. This time, he played with her clit, making her squirt onto the tiles. Exhausted, they showered together upstairs in the master bathroom—his wife's domain—where he pissed on her tits as she knelt, rubbing it into her skin like lotion before she swallowed the last stream from his tip.

By 11 pm, Princy texted me a quick update: 'At his place. He's insatiable. Home soon.' She slipped away, taking an auto to her own house, where Amit was asleep. She showered off the evidence, cum still leaking from her holes, and crawled into bed beside him, her mind racing with the secret she'd just deepened.

The next day, January 28, dawned tense for Princy. Amit left early for work, kissing her forehead innocently. Uncle Raj called her mid-morning, his voice low: 'Come over. I need you again.' Heart pounding, she made an excuse about shopping and drove to his house in her scooty, arriving by 10 am. He greeted her at the door in just a lungi, pulling her inside for a rough kiss, his hands immediately under her kurti groping her boobs.

In the bedroom—his marital bed—he stripped her naked, tying her wrists to the headboard with his wife's dupatta. 'You're mine now, whenever I want,' he declared, climbing between her spread legs. He ate her pussy slowly, teasing her clit with his tongue until she begged for his dick. When he finally entered her missionary, it was slow and deep, their eyes locked. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him faster, their bodies slick with sweat.

He untied her after cumming inside, and she flipped him onto his back, riding him cowgirl. Her 34D tits bounced as she ground down, her ass slapping his thighs. 'Fill me again, Papa,' she moaned, orgasming hard, her juices soaking the sheets. They switched to spooning, his cock sliding back into her pussy from behind, his hand rubbing her clit until he unloaded a third time that morning.

Lunch was intimate—roti and sabzi at the dining table, her naked on his lap, feeding each other while he fingered her casually. Afternoon brought more: anal in the guest room, her on all fours as he lubed up and pushed into her ass, grunting with effort. She pushed back, taking it all, cumming from the fullness. By evening, as she prepared to leave, he blindfolded her one last time, making her suck him off on the porch steps, hidden by bushes, before swallowing his cum and heading home.

That night, Princy confessed to me over a secret video call, naked in her bathroom: 'He's addicted to me now. And so am I.' Amit remained clueless, but the risk only heightened her thrill. Uncle Raj texted her goodnight with a promise: 'Next visit to Pune, we do this with Kartik again.' The affair had evolved—Princy was no longer just my slut; she was the family whore, and the games were just beginning.