BEHIND CLOSED DOORS...Incestuous Stories
His Father's Son
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My name is Ami, and although I'm an educated woman, I have never worked outside of the home. I was raised in a traditional family and my father, like my husband, made the rules for our family. I was never asked about what I wanted in life. Instead, I was told by my father what I was to do and being an obedient daughter I did as he instructed me to.
I was surprised when I was allowed to go to university, but I later found out that the only reason my father permitted it was so that I could make a better match for marriage. Most men of importance or wealth want an educated woman who can communicate well and participate and maintain a conversation when called upon. However, their education and intelligence is secondary. What they really want is a wife who will remain in the house and maintain his home and serve him in a way that suits him and his life.
That is exactly what I did. I obeyed my father's rules when I lived in his home and later on, when I married, I did the same when it came to my husband. I have always lived my life under the rules of a man. When my husband was away, I found myself having to follow my son's rules. Things never seemed to change. The rules remained, only the man giving them changed...oh yes, and my entire life changed too.
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For many years, my husband and I led a mostly traditional life by our standards.
That type of life is what I knew and it is what I accepted from the man my father married me off to. In reality, my life didn't change in general. I went from following the rules of one man, to following those of another.
There are a few cardinal rules for women in my country. One is to obey your father/husband. The other is to make a good home and have babies. The third is to save face at all costs. It is all about the picture you present to the outside world. No one really knows what goes on behind closed doors.
My husband, Gadil, is well educated and has studied in both the United Kingdom and in the United States. He returned home to go into business with his older brother, Dhan. Their IT business is well known and as it has grown. Gadil has had to travel more extensively during the last few years. Since then, he has changed. Our relationship has changed. It is still good, but our life is no longer as traditional as it had been. I have had to adapt to much.
Gadil is almost ten years my senior. He was and is still a handsome man. We have a very good sex life, which is another rarity for a woman to admit to in our culture. Sex is never spoken of, not even sex between a woman and her husband. Even in the land of the kamasutra, discussing sex is taboo.
Though, in the privacy of our bedroom, my husband and I do discuss such things. It took much time for us to get to a place of comfort with such things, but we have. We have grown as husband and wife, and we have become friends over the years. We know each other well and we have an understanding. There are times when he does not need to say exactly what he wants or means, but after almost twenty years together, I understand what he wants and expects from me.
When my husband leaves on business and our son and I do not go with him, he leaves our son in charge of the house and the family. My son is very much like his father and takes his responsibility very seriously. He treats me like he has seen his father treat me. I am given respect, but I am also kept in 'my place' as defined by the men in my life.
Adi, my son, is a senior at university. Like his father, he studies business. At times, when he is home from university, I see so much of my husband in him. He looks like my husband looked when we first met. He is tall, athletic, and fun to be around. He is well spoken and intelligent, and at times can be playful. As he has grown and matured, he has become his father's son in many ways.
Sometimes, when I look at my son, I see my husband when we were first married and I remember how it was when we were new to each other and just starting our lives together. Things now are very different than they were then.
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As I mentioned, my husband is a businessman and he has a lot of power and authority even outside of our home. Owning a successful, high tech information company in a major city like Bangalore carries a lot of social and political clout for my husband and his brother. When my son graduates he too will work there and because my husband's brother, Dhan has no sons, our son will take over.
Until recently, I rarely interacted in my husband's world. However, with him traveling so much lately, he has seen fit to take me with him more often. Many of the places, businesses, and people he meets expect him to bring his wife to parties and other affairs. So now, I have been told I will attend with him when he desires.
I believe it is because of this, that so many changes have taken place. I've always been rather fit, but now, my husband, who loves me in his own way, has insisted that I exercise and keep my body in good shape. In order not to offend him or embarrass him, I have done as he asked and started to workout more during my days.
He has been complimenting me about the changes in my body and that makes me happy. I enjoy making my husband proud or pleased in some way. Though, I had no idea what was to come next.
One day Gadil came home and told me I needed to shop for an upcoming trip. It was the first trip in a long time that he invited me on and he wanted me to look good. He even wanted to go with me this weekend and shop for some things. This was not at all like Gadil.
"Saturday we will go to the shops and find some things for you to wear on the trip. We will make a mini vacation of it too. I will go with you to pick out some new clothes."
"You want to shop with me?" I was shocked, Gadil hasn't gone shopping with me since we were first married.
"Yes, I want to make sure you have what is needed. I know what the other wives dress like on these trips. These women are from all over the world. I don't want to be embarrassed by not having the right look for you too. You're beautiful and I want everyone to know it."
He'd never really said anything like that to me before.
I was so happy, I didn't know what to say. So, I kissed his cheek and smiled. Gadil, in some ways was very traditional and old school, in others, he was very untraditional. As I went to walk away, he slapped my bottom and laughed when I turned and looked at him, embarrassed by his action.
Our shopping spree was not what I expected at all. The things that Gadil chose for me and had me try on were not at all the types of clothing that I was used to.
"Try these," he said and had the shop girl hand me several items he had chosen. One was a deep cut silky blouse without sleeves. Another was a low cut, backless dress that had a slit up the side that went to my upper thigh. She also had several articles of underclothing that embarrassed me when she told me my husband chose them too.
I tried the dress on first. I told Gadil it didn't fit right, but that wasn't true. It fit, it was just too revealing. My body was too exposed in it. He told me to come out. He wanted me to model it for him.
"Let me see what it looks like on you."
"I can't come out, Gadil . It's all open in the front and back."
"Come out. I want to see it."
"But..."
"I said, come out now."
I walked out with the dress on. It was a black, sheer material and it clung to my body. He told me to turn around and model it. I did as he asked and when I turned back to face him, I could see the desire on his face and the look he gave me made me blush.
My nipples hardened like they always do when I see that look on his face. I know my husband too well. I knew what he was thinking.
He immediately took notice of my hard nipples and my red face. He smiled, "You can't wear a bra with that dress. The cut is too deep. Take it off."'
"You want me to go without a bra?" I was surprised by his request and the idea of going without a bra was embarrassing. He gave me a devious smile and nodded.
"I want to see it without the bra."
Chills of humiliation and excitement covered my skin. I trembled as I went to turn back to the dressing area. I heard him laugh at me right before I felt his hand on my arm. He caressed his hand down my arm and grabbed my hand, stopping me. When I looked at him, he moved his finger to instruct me to turn my back to him. When I did, he reached into the back of the dress and unhooked my bra and removed it.
Gadil looked at the young shop girl and she quickly disappeared from the dressing area. He has the ability to communicate his wishes through his looks. He is a very powerful and charismatic man. His hands were all over me before she made it to the door.
He slid both of his hands under the material of the dress and cupped my breasts. Pulling my back against his chest, he began to play with my breast. He held me up against his body and I could feel his hardness against my bottom and lower back.
Removing one hand from my breast, he teased at my nipple with the other, pinching, and flicking it between his fingers. Taking my hand in his, he placed it on his hard cock and whispered in my ear.
"Touch me," he said. "You make me so hard, Ami. Feel it."
His breathing was already fast and I knew he was aroused. Gadil is a very sexual man.
I was embarrassed by his actions and his words in such a public setting, but I was also very excited. Regardless of how traditionally my husband ran our family, he was a very untraditional when it came to our sexual relations. Our sex life had always been good, but in the past few years, since he has been traveling everywhere, it has changed. He has changed.
In the bedroom, he is not traditional at all.
His cock was firm in his pants and with every touch of my hand, I could tell he was becoming more aroused. Finally, he pushed me back behind the dressing curtain, turned me toward the full length mirror and pulled the sleeves of the dress down my arms. The dress fell to the floor and I stood there in nothing more than a black lace thong. The thong was the first item the girl handed me. I gave her a look of disbelief and she told me that my husband requested I put on.
I watched in the mirror as his hands caressed and played with my breasts. He pinched and pulled on my nipples until I cried out. Then he kissed my neck as one hand slid down my abdomen, under the small triangle of lace, and came to rest on my mons. His fingers played with my dark curly pubic hair as he looked at me in the reflection of the mirror.
"This gets shaved clean when we go home," he said.
I couldn't believe what he was saying. Who was this man? Did I know him at all?
"Do you hear me, Ami? Shaved clean."
