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Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant - Season 1 (Completed) https://lustyweb.live/threads/lockdown-sex-diaries-shobha-and-the-servant-season-1-completed.2316/

Am bringing this story to close for now. Its a good point in the story to think of this as end of Season 1. Finally, the threesome has happened and Shobha has had sex with both Bhola and Chetan, and also together. At the same time, there is potential for this story to carry on. Readers will...

Shobha sensed that Bhola was chafing at the restraint. It secretly delighted her - after all, this is what she yearned for - to tease and torment a man. A bit like showing a starving man delicious dish, make him smell the aroma and yet offer him but a morsel. She decided to twist the knife...

Chetan, the husband, found the lovers position evocative of a sculpture from Khajuraho. It was simultaneously both incredibly sexy as well as romantic. Shobha locked her eyes with Bhola. This completely mesmerized the young lad who found it more intimate that the physical penetration his cock...

That left Bhola now as the last cock standing. Shobha had collapsed over Chetan, breathless and sweating but tightly embracing her husband. After a couple of minutes, she rolled over off Chetan. Chetan's cock, now limp and wet and covered with her juices and his semen, pulled out of Shobha's...

For the first time that evening, Chetan and Bhola surrendered themselves to Shobha. For both of them, this was eroticism at its best. Both men lay on their back, head upraised on the pillow. Chetan had his hands locked behind his head. Bhola reached out and began playing with Shobha's breast...

Chetan himself was amazed by what he had pulled off. His own monogamous marital life had, until now, slipped slowly but surely into the boring morass of familiarity that afflicts all couples once they descend into parenthood. His weekly sex with Shobha was good, but nothing great. With the...

Bhola began sucking her left breast greedily and noisily making up in vigour what he clearly lacked in technique. As if oral attention to the object of pleasure wasn't enough, he put his large palms to good use rhythmically squeezing those firm globes. Shobha was faintly reminded of his efforts...

It took a few minutes before Shobha opened her eyes. If she had opened them earlier, she would have seen the sight of her husband high-five his co-conspirator and their servant, now promoted to a lover, As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she looked around at both men. Both had the...

Shobha's mouth opened like an "O", her eyes widened but in an unfocused way and she found herself gasping from breath. She grasped Chetan's palm tightly with her fingernails digging into his wrist, as he held on firmly to both her hands. "Unnhhhhh....hhhhhhun.....Oh....God...Unnnnn!!" This...

Shobha shook her head vigorously. Chetan smiled to himself. His wife was sexually aggressive and uncommonly bold, when the right triggers were activated but he had always sensed she had certain frontiers that were difficult for her to cross. He was fine with it. Atleast for now. It was time...

Shobha took a deep breath, half-closed her eyes and rested her head against Chetan's right shoulder. Her right hand continued to grasp Bhola's erect cock. "Bhola, bhabhi ka bra utaro.... dheere se", (Bhola, take off bhabhi's bra), said Chetan softly and in a calm tone. His fingertips were...

That’s when Chetan stood up and came around and took up position behind Shobha's back. Chetan, bare chested, stood silently just behind Shobha. Bhola realized that Chetan had dropped his lounge wear bottoms, and was now just in his inner wear. Chetan rested his chin on Shobha's left shoulder and...

And then she started her catwalk. Both men sat on the two arm chairs by the side of bed watching the spectacle. Shobha was a natural. The high heels forced a natural and sexy gait with her hips swinging seductively. Striking an imperious look came naturally to her. She exaggerated the swinging...

Still kissing Shobha, he pulled her up into a sitting position. She was slowly recovering her breath, and leaned against his chest, her left palm pressed against his right shoulder. She broke the kiss and looked at him quizzically. A bare chested Bhola was sitting at the edge of the bed, mouth...