Rosy from Goa...

I am Rosy from Goa. I belong to a catholic family. Big breasted and
very sexy gal. The first time I met my future father in law, David ,
something clicked between us. His eyes flicked over me from head to
toe as most men's did, for although I wasn't a classic model beauty
or particularly well endowed I seemed to radiate something that
attracted their attention. Most times I felt totally unclean after
one of those inspections, undressed and somehow violated, but with
him it was different. I actually found myself enjoying his frank
inspection, even puffing out a little more as his eyes seemed to
linger a little on my high, firm breasts loosely encased in a thin T
shirt.

Let me describe him briefly. He was retired from Navy. A clean
shaved face, a thick mustache and a line of silver in his hair. He
always loved to be well dressed. Even Anthony looked a bit weaker
than him. Anthony had inherited his physical appearance from his
mother. David had deep brown eyes which used to fathom deep into the
heart. He owned a huge property from his ancestors. He had built a
five star hotel near beach and both David and Anthony had made it
one of the most sought after place for tourists. They used to live
in a beautiful house which could be called a mansion.

I hadn't bothered with a bra that day, as I hadn't expected to go
visiting. However, it wasn't only the physical attraction, he had a
keen wit and a delightful timber to his voice that seemed to warm me
right through. Never short of a word or a response myself, we were
soon engaged in a light verbal joust, and he seemed to enjoy that
enormously. Maybe all Anthony's previous girlfriends had been a
little on the slow side, because I heard him say to Anthony when he
thought I was out of hearing range "Well, at least you've picked
someone with a brain this time, well done and not some pot smoking
hippy".

We met a few times after that, as the relationship between Anthony
and I deepened and became an engagement, and our verbal jousting
continued, often taking on a rather flirty, almost naughty feel that
we both seemed to enjoy. I used to call him Uncle and we felt
totally comfortable in each other's presence even when Anthony
wasn't around. It was at these times that David's conversation would
get a little more flirty and saucy, occasionally making me blush,
but always making me feel more like a sophisticated woman than a
struggling teenager. He would also occasionally hold me just a
little longer than necessary when we hugged, and once or twice his
hand, almost as if by accident, would come to rest on my tight ass
cheeks and then gently stroke them. I was always amazed at the
instant physical and sexual reaction I got from that... my nipples
would explode into life, a fact I'm sure he was aware of since they
almost bored through his chest and my pussy would get incredibly
wet. It was at these times that I would blush and hurriedly
disentangle myself.. much to his mild amusement!

At age 20 I agreed to marry Anthony, who was by then 25 and well
established in his job. It was a simple, but delightful wedding
ceremony, and much to my delight both families seemed to get on like
a house on fire. But the part I remembered most vividly was the
dance I had with my new father in law at the reception. He'd waited
almost until the very end to claim his dance with the bride, and I'm
sure most people were feeling a little drowsy from tiredness and
also from all the champagne and beer and other drinks that had been
consumed copiously... certainly Anthony was, in fact he could barely
rise from his chair when David came over and asked permission to
dance with me. David held me most properly as we move around the
small dance floor, one hand in mine and the other just resting at
the waist, I even giggled at the rather old fashioned image it must
have presented, and I think he realized why I was giggling, because
he pulled away slightly and grinned down at me and said, "You
realize, of course, that this style of dancing was invented when
ladies wore so many layers of petticoats that a man couldn't get
closer than a couple of feet to her?"

I giggled, "Oh, do you think I should go and put some more
Petticoats on to keep you at a distance?" I asked teasingly.

He threw back his head and laughed, causing a few people to look at
us, then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Well you could
do that if you want to look all frumpy, or we could just dance
differently" he said, "Do you want to look frumpy... not that I ever
think you could" he added.

I blushed at his compliment, "No" I managed to whisper back.

"Good" he said, "Then we'll just dance differently, " and with that
he let go of my hand and slid it around my waist and drew me close
to him. My own hands automatically went around his neck, and my head
went onto his shoulders, and we danced that way, pressed close
together. When the music stopped and I lifted my head, I found we
were at the edge of the dance floor, a little behind the band,
almost hidden form the other dancers. I looked up at David and he
was smiling softly at me, "I hope you don't mind if I pinch another
dance before you leave" he asked.

I glanced around and laughed softly, "Well, I can't see anyone else
claiming the next dance" I said.

He smiled, then brought his right hand around and tilted my chin
upwards, "I have to say this, Rosy, I've never seen a more beautiful
and radiant bride, in fact.... And he paused and took a deep
breath... I've never seen a more beautiful and sensual woman" he
said, and before I could respond, he leaned down and pressed his
lips lightly to mine. Taken totally by surprise I simply froze,
expecting any second for the kiss to end, but it didn't... his lips
seemed to melt into mine, and before I'd even realized it. , my own
lips were responding. The music started again, and our bodies moved
with it, but our lips remained locked together. His tongue slid
forward and my lips parted to welcome it, my own met it and danced
with it to the music. I heard a soft moan, and knew it was me, as
his hands moved slowly and sensually from the base of my back down
onto my buttocks, and he pressed me into his hardness.

I think it was the sudden realization that he was hard that brought
me out of the spell, and I pulled back gasping. Immediately I could
see the look of contrition sweep over his face, and heard his
mumbled apology, and I think we were both a little relieved when
Anthony staggered over and announced that it was time to leave for
the honeymoon. But even in the limousine on our way to the airport
for our overseas honeymoon, all I could feel were David's lips on
mine, his hands stroking me, and I shivered with secret delight.

The Honeymoon was a week cruising around the Caribbean Islands, and
was as exotic and fun filled as you would have expected. Lots of
swimming and snorkeling, sunbathing and relaxing, dancing and
eating, and, of course, plenty of drinks for those who wanted
them... and Anthony showed quickly that he had an unexpected
appetite for the alcohol. While we were courting and seeing each
other mainly for parties and the like he had always been careful
about his drinking, after all, most times he had to drive home
afterwards, but being with him 24 hours a day, quickly showed a
different side to him. The wedding reception wasn't an isolated
incident, every couple of nights he would take on so much drink that
he'd have to be helped back to our cabin by me and sometimes one of
the cabin personnel, where he'd flop onto the bed and fall asleep
without even undressing, not to emerge until well into the morning.
This annoyed me initially, but I soon became used to it and used my
time alone to go sightseeing and sunbathing during those morning
periods. There were even a couple of occasions when other men on the
cruise tried to pick me up, but I managed to avoid them with a
smile, telling them I was flattered... but very definitely married.

So, when we returned from our honeymoon, I was ready to settle into
married life. The only downside had been that the sex I'd enjoyed
with Anthony had been in shorter supply than I would have liked over
the month. When it happened, it was fantastic, and I discovered that
I really did love sex. But when it didn't, well…. I got a little
edgy at times, but I guess that's only natural.

Of course every one wanted to hear about the trip and see the
pictures, so we organized a party for the following Saturday night.
Nothing particularly grand, just some friends and family, a few
drinks for men and a little music for dancing. The day of the party
was gloriously warm, so I chose to wear a tight pair of denim shorts
and a loose half top with no bra underneath. The early part of the
evening was spent recounting our adventures and showing around the
pictures, and on a number of occasions I felt Anthony 's dad's eyes
on me. When ever I looked over at him, he just smiled his warm
smile, but didn't approach me directly. Even when the music started
hot and heavy and the dancing started, he kept his distance. I felt
a strange pang of disappointment.

Eventually I got a little tired of the noise and the dancing, and
taking a soft drink from the fridge, wandered out onto the back
patio. It was a beautiful balmy night and I stood gazing out over
the pool, hearing the noisy laughter from inside, hearing Anthony 's
loud laughter, knowing that he was once again imbibing pretty
freely. I sighed and sipped my drink. I guess the noise of laughter
had hidden the sound of the back door opening and closing, because I
didn't realize someone had joined me outside until a pair of hands
folded lightly over my eyes. "Guess who" the deep voice said.

I laughed, "daddy" I said, "I thought you weren't speaking to me
tonight or something. Are you angry?"

"Aw no, you guessed it completely wrong. I was just awestruck" he
chuckled, letting his hands fall from my eyes. As they dropped down,
they somehow managed to brush down the front of my breasts, sending
a quick shiver through my taught nipples. "You're looking absolutely
stunning again tonight, Rose" he said, "And in some of those holiday
pictures, well... WOW, would be an understatement"

I flushed with pleasure at his words, and chuckled, "Honeymoon
pictures, you mean" I said.

He chuckled too, "Oh yes, of course, I almost forgot, well you
looked fabulous in them, especially in that incredible blue bikini"
he added.

"Oh" I said, teasingly, "Why that one in particular?"

He chuckled, "Because they show so much of these" he said, and slid
his hands forwards and upwards, under my loose half top, to cup my
naked breasts.

I gasped with surprise, but immediately felt my breasts reacting. As
I mentioned before, I have large and firm breasts. They are very,
very sensitive, and as his fingers danced around and over them as
lightly as a feather, fire seemed to shoot through my whole body. "I
should imagine there's a thin white line just about here" he said as
his fingers trailed sensuously over my nipples, nipples that
hardened and swelled instantly, and continued to do so as he stroked
and rolled them between his gentle fingers.

Just like the wedding reception, my body seemed to freeze, I knew it
was wrong, I knew it shouldn't be happening, yet I couldn't seem to
do anything about it. "Mmmm, it's almost a pity you had to wear a
bikini" he whispered, "I'm sure these beautiful nipples would love
to be kissed by the sun, love to be admired, love to be touched" His
fingers were like velvet, caressing me lightly, and my body writhed
back against him, my head lifting, a low moan coming from my lips.
My breasts and nipples were aflame, and so was the rest of my body.
His lips were roaming over my neck, his hot breath whispering into
my ears, sending shivers through me, and his hands... god his
hands... making my breasts come alive like never before, my nipples
felt like they were a mile long.... and so, so hard.

I don't know how long we stood like that, time seemed to stand
still, "Mmmm, I'm surprised you didn't find a secluded beach and go
sunbathing without your costume? He said softly.

I gulped, "I... I... I did" I finally managed to whisper.

"Oh," he chuckled, "I didn't see any pictures of that"

"I.. I... well.. Anthony wasn't with me, he was sleeping" I said.

He chuckled hotly, "So you were all alone on the beach?" he asked.

I felt my throat constrict, "Well, no, not exactly" I
replied, "There were a couple of other people from the boat there"

"Mmmm, men or women?" he asked.

"Both" I murmured.

"Mmm, and did it excite you that the other men were seeing you
naked?' he asked.

"A little" I admitted softly.

"And did any of them offer to put sun lotion on you?" he asked.

I felt myself blush, "Yes" I replied, "But I didn't, you know, let
them"

He chuckled, one of his hands slowly trailing down from my breasts
towards my damp pussy.

I shuddered, and jerked, "No, no, David, we mustn't... you mustn't"
I cried.

I heard his soft sigh, "You're right, of course, I've overstayed my
welcome" he said, and in an instant his hands were gone, and then he
was gone, I heard the back door bang slightly as he left, but I just
stood there, my whole body on fire, aching with desire, desire for
him... Oh god, what was happening to me... my hands came up and
almost crushed my breasts into my body, trying to tell them to stop
feeling so good, so alive, so... Mmmm I shuddered and shuddered.

It took quite some time for me to calm myself sufficiently to return
to the party, a party that was already in the throes of packing up.
David was nowhere to be seen. The rest of the time seemed to pass by
in a haze, laughing and chatting and saying farewell to people until
all that was left was the usual after party mess... and one very
drunk husband sprawled on the couch. I looked down at him in dismay,
and a little disgust, "Oh Anthony, I needed you tonight" I half
whispered. I needed him badly but he was not even able to open his
eyes. He was snoring.

Then there was a slight sound and I turned around, and David was
standing just inside the door, he looked at me and smiled softly,
then glanced at Anthony and shook his head, "I thought this might
happen when I saw how much he was putting away, leave this to me,
I've had experience of it before" he said, and walked over and
lifted the unconscious form of Peter over his shoulder and carried
him from the room.

Feeling a little lost, I wandered into the kitchen and put on the
Kettle for a coffee, automatically setting out two cups. Mother in
law had already bid goodnight to us an hour ago. There were only us
awake after the party.

When David walked in he grinned, "Well, I don't mind if I do" he
said, "Nothing quite like a hot coffee to soothe the nerves"

I looked at him questioningly, as it seemed a strange thing to say,
but he just smiled at me, "I've put him in the guest room" he
said, "I thought it best in the circumstances as he was snoring
quite loudly"

I giggled, "Yes he gets like that when he's... " I blushed.

He looked at me tenderly, "It must have been hard at times on the
trip, with Anthony drinking like that" he said.

"Oh it was ok" I said, rather defensively.

For the next few moments we were both silent, sipping our coffee at
lounge, then he reached over and picked up one of the packets of
pictures and started flicking through them. He set one aside and at
the end asked me if he could keep it, "Why?" I asked, "Which one is
it?"

He lifted it up and showed me, and I felt myself blush, it was
probably the most revealing one of the whole lot. Taken on a beach,
of me lying on my stomach on a towel, Propped up, smiling at the
camera. But my bikini top had slipped down so that the whole of the
tops of my breasts were on display, and even a fraction of my
nipples. I felt my mouth go dry as I looked at it, "Why that one?" I
croaked.

His smile widened, "Oh, I think you know why" he said, "In the
absence of any from the other beach"

I felt myself turn bright red, "I.. I.. don't think I could" I
whispered, "Peter really likes that one too, and if it is gone…… "

"I understand," he said, replacing the picture, then his grin
widened, "Guess I'll have to take one for myself sometime... that's
if you'd pose for me" he said.

I lowered my head, not wanting him to see the excitement that had
suddenly burst inside me, I nodded, "If you'd like me to" I
murmured, so low that I wasn't sure he could even hear me.

My head still down, face flushed, I heard him push his chair back,
sensed him get up and come around the table, then he was lifting me
from my chair and turning me to face him. "Rosy, you understand what
I'm asking, don't you? I want to see you the way you would have been
on that secluded beach, I want to see you the way those other men
saw you" he said, his voice sounding even deeper.

I nodded again, and gulped, then lifted my eyes to his, "Yes, I
understand.. . and I want it too" I stammered.

The smile that broke over his face was a wondrous thing to see, and
he gathered me in his arms and kissed me gently... and I
responded... just as I'd responded at the reception, my body molding
to his, my hard nipples burning into his chest, my tongue dancing
excitedly with his, a long, passionate kiss that left us both
breathless and flushed.

Then he pulled back, and slowly lifted my half top up and over my
head, and tossed it aside, and I stood proudly, naked to the waist,
loving the way his eyes were devouring me and loving it even more
moments later when first his hands and then his lips devoured my
breasts also. "Oh god, I just knew you had magnificent breasts" he
whispered hotly as he licked and kissed and stroked them.

"David, Please" I heard myself whisper, but this time I wasn't
asking him to stop, and he knew it. This was the first time I called
him by his name. He quickly unzipped my shorts and peeled them down
over my hips, taking my lacy blue panties with it... and I was
naked... totally, completely and gloriously naked... and he groaned
as he stared at me with lust filled eyes. I think my shaved pussy
was a total surprise and an excitement to him, as he immediately
dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to my naked pussy lips,
running his tongue slowly up and down them. I grabbed his head and
held him there, savoring his gentle touch, bucking and shuddering
into his face as a preliminary orgasm cascaded through me.

Then he was standing up, lifting me in his arms and carrying me
through the lounge and into the bedroom. I managed to register that
the door to the guest room was shut before he deposited me lightly
onto the bed and stood back. He was gazing down at me, only the
bright moon through the window lighting the scene. "My god, you are
even more beautiful, exciting and sexy than I thought" he whispered,
and I squirmed on the bed, my hands lifting up, silently begging him
to come to me.

It didn't take long for his clothes to disappear, and I gasped in
surprise and delight when I saw his big, thick hard cock, bobbing
and throbbing above me, I shivered, drinking in his beauty, reaching
up to cup and stroke it as he moved closer. I heard his faint moan
as my fingers began to trail up and down his cock, cupping and
hefting his heavy balls. Then he slid onto the bed beside me,
gathering me into his arms and kissing me, at first gently, then
more passionately. His hard cock lay between us, pressing into my
belly, and I writhed against it loving the feel of its hardness and
its length. His hands were everywhere. Sweeping down over my back
and my tight buttocks, down over my thighs and along my legs, then
back up again, and I moaned into his mouth. He was mauling my big
boobs and pinching my begging nipples.

Our tongues became like wild snakes intertwining in a magic lustful
dance, and the heat grew and grew inside me. Then he pulled his lips
from mine and rained my face with short, sharp, angel kisses, his
tongue lightly trailing over my skin, sending shivers right through
me. He lifted slightly and moved his lips to my neck and my ears,
increasing the shivers running up and down my body... then on to my
breasts... oh God, I almost exploded in orgasm as he took first one
nipple then the other into his hot mouth and licked around them
before whipping his tongue back and forth over them. My whole body
jumped and jerked as my breasts and nipples responded like never
before, seeming to swell and lift onto his eager, probing tongue.

And as his lips and tongue drove my breasts and nipples wild, his
hand moved slowly around and began to lightly caress my nude pussy
lips. Immediately my left foot drew upwards and fell apart, opening
my pussy to his questing fingers, and I gasped loudly as his fingers
slid inside to caress my throbbing clitoris, "Oh yes, David, yes" I
moaned as he stroked and stroked and stroked. My whole body was on
fire now and my own hands were running over his body, searching for
and finding his throbbing cock, rubbing it against my belly, then
moving it slowly towards my pussy, to rub against my lips as his
fingers still probed and twirled around my swollen clitoris, "Oh,
please, please, I want you David. " I cried out. My body arched up
and started shuddering. But he seemed immune to my pleas, as his
lips slowly left my breasts and trailed down over my belly. He
kissed my belly button. Then his tongue darted out like a snake and
tickled my bellybutton. His lips then slid down to touch and tease
the very top of my pussy lips.

As he shifted his body I lost touch with his cock and groaned with
disappointment, but that soon changed to a cry of ecstasy as his
tongue dived unexpectedly deep into my pussy, lashing my clitoris in
the same way he had lashed my nipples earlier, sending my body into
the spasms of another, even bigger orgasm. I could feel my juices
pouring down onto his questing tongue as it thrust and thrust and
thrust deep into me, and I shuddered and shook uncontrollably, my
legs lifting almost onto his back and spreading wide, opening myself
completely to his loving.

I lost track of time as his tongue sent me from orgasm into orgasm,
each one more powerful than the last. I was panting like a pressure
cooker. My breasts were heaving up and down. And then, just when I
thought I could take no more, he lifted up, and staring deep into my
hot, hungry eyes, thrust forward... his hard cock unerringly
penetrating my quivering pussy and thrusting so deep it felt like it
was coming out of my throat... and I screamed... long and loud.

He immediately halted, thinking he'd hurt me, but I grabbed him and
pulled him to me... "Oh no, don't stop, oh God David don't stop,
Fuck me, oh yes please.... oh god FUUUUCCCCKKK MMMEEEEEEEEE! !!!!!"

And he did... long hard strokes, sometimes slow, sometimes fast..
spreading my pussy lips wide with his big cock, filling me to
overflowing. .. and I loved it! oh yes... loved it like never before.
His mouth was once again devouring my breasts and nipples adding to
the incredible sensations his cock was giving me as it plowed in and
out, in and out with ever increasing fervor. Then I felt his body
start to tighten and I reached around and gently milked his heavy
balls, encouraging him.... and he came!!.. oh boy... did he CUM!!!
like an express train emerging from a tunnel his hot juices slammed
into me, almost bursting through my body... and I convulsed in an
orgasm so strong I almost passed out.

All through it I could hear his whimpering cry and feel his hot cum
jetting into me as he rammed his cock time and time again to the
hilt in my shuddering body. "Yes, Rosy, Yes, oh god you are so hot,
so sexy. " He cried as he emptied his seed into me over and over
again, filling me to overflowing, and I could feel it dribbling out
and down the crack of my ass. And I was holding him and squeezing
him and almost sobbing with the ecstasy flowing through me. Then he
rolled me over, and lifted me to a sitting position on him, his cock
still buried inside, still spurting juices, "I must see you, must
see those magnificent breasts. " he almost growled, and I lifted my
arms above my head and thrust my breasts forward, wanting him to
look, wanting him to touch. I was totally without shame as I lifted
his hands to my breasts and held them there as I bounced up and down
on his throbbing rod.

And I came again, screaming even louder than before, not even
thinking that I might wake Anthony, and I don't think David was
thinking of Anthont either as he stroked and played with my breasts
and nipples as his juices slowly diminished, as his cock slowly
softened. Then I collapsed on top of him and we kissed... a long,
lingering, lovers kiss that said more than words... a kiss that was
both a thank you... and a promise!... and we both knew it.

Later we showered together, gently and lovingly caressing and
exploring each others bodies. His fingers and tongue trailed the
outline of my bikini over my breasts and around my pussy as he told
me over and over again how beautiful and exciting I was. I grabbed
Anthony's camera from the bedroom and let him take pictures of me in
the shower, naked, touching myself, and I took pictures of him, his
cock all hard again... then I knelt before him and slowly, ever so
slowly licked and sucked his cock, taking it deep into my mouth,
making him moan and groan and shudder. I played with his cum filled
balls and even stroked his ass cheeks, gently caressing his very
love hole... and that set him off... gallons and gallons of cum
seemed to erupt from his cock, into my mouth, all over my face and
down over my breasts. and I loved it... no... I reveled in it!! And
he took a picture of me covered in his cum, before he slowly and
teasingly licked it all off, sending me into another mind blowing
orgasm.

Then we fell back onto the bed and wrapped our arms around each
other tenderly.... and I fell asleep.

I felt so relaxed in his arm that I never knew when he covered my
naked body with a blanket and left the room before dawn.