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Shobha - age 32, wife and mother of a 2 year old boy,
Chetan - age 35, Shobha’s husband & works at an MNC. His workaholic lifestyle has taken a toll on his physical fitness, moderately overweight.
Bhola - age 20, village born and bred. This rustic simpleton is shy but physically fit. Virgin.
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Chetan stepped out from their bedroom into the balcony for a smoke. The night was quieter than usual and the city had been like that for the last few days as the country went into a lockdown. He glanced back at his wife Shobha, as he slowly shut the sliding doors of the balcony so as to not disturb her. She was naked, gorgeous and half-asleep on their bed. They had just finished a round of love making, and she hadn't covered up after their act. He could see her nude back, and those dark thick tresses sprawled across the pillow. Her back was to him and the satin bedhseet only half covered her fleshy naked buttocks. And those long legs and the smooth thighs were shining on the glow of the bedroom yellow.lights.
She was unusually energetic today and had insisted on keeping the lights on through their sex. He wished wistfully that he could match her sex drive. She was 32, and the mother of a four year old sleeping in his own room and here he was 36, over weight and beginning to bald. Maybe he should cut down on his cigarettes he thought and that would make him more energetic in love making and match her own vigor.
He thought she was unusually active today and even by her standards it wasn't very often that she insisted on reversing their usual missionary position and insisted on mounting him. He remembered her heavy but perfectly rounded breasts swinging as she teasingly kept her erect nipples just away from his lips while her palms locked into his and she straddled his waist with his cock snugly parked into her moist pussy. He wished his erection lasted longer. She sensed it too and dismounted and lay down next to him stroking his semi hard cock back and coaxing it to erection. Finally he mounted her and finished it off missionary style with a few thrusts. He wished it had lasted longer, but a loving Indian wife that she was, she smiled contended and kisses him longingly before stretching languorously into sleep.
Chetan lit his cigarette, inhaled deeply and looked into the sprawling city largely dark and with the night streets locked.down and now empty of any traffic. Somewhere a stray dog howled into the night but the balcony of their 20th floor 3BHK in Koramamgala , Bangalore overlooked the silent locked down city. Chetan wasn't complaining about the lockdown. A corporate banker, his stressful job involved travel, client meetings and frequent dinners hosting clients. All this took a tool on his expanding waistline and he fondly remembered their married life before the birth of their son Bunty and before his promotion. He remember how he and Shobha sat naked in the balcony at night, careless in the comfort that the balcony offered complete privacy from any peering eyes. It had drizzled that night and the Bangalore night air was pleasant.
That was when Chetan noticed the damp footprints on their balcony.
His heart jumped at the unexpected sight and looked again carefully. There was no doubt about it. The drizzle of the last hour had laid a damp carpet over the expanse of the balcony and closer to the French sliding doors from their bedroom into the balcony were the unmistakable footprints of someone who had been there. The footprints seemed fresh And hence the peeping Tom would have been lurking not long back. Chetan stubbed out his cigarette and looked back into their bedroom. The golden yellow light of their bedroom lamps clearly illuminated the naked back, buttocks and thighs his wife as she lay asleep blissfully unaware of the heart thumping in her husband's chest.
Shobha - age 32, wife and mother of a 2 year old boy,
Chetan - age 35, Shobha’s husband & works at an MNC. His workaholic lifestyle has taken a toll on his physical fitness, moderately overweight.
Bhola - age 20, village born and bred. This rustic simpleton is shy but physically fit. Virgin.
——
Chetan stepped out from their bedroom into the balcony for a smoke. The night was quieter than usual and the city had been like that for the last few days as the country went into a lockdown. He glanced back at his wife Shobha, as he slowly shut the sliding doors of the balcony so as to not disturb her. She was naked, gorgeous and half-asleep on their bed. They had just finished a round of love making, and she hadn't covered up after their act. He could see her nude back, and those dark thick tresses sprawled across the pillow. Her back was to him and the satin bedhseet only half covered her fleshy naked buttocks. And those long legs and the smooth thighs were shining on the glow of the bedroom yellow.lights.
She was unusually energetic today and had insisted on keeping the lights on through their sex. He wished wistfully that he could match her sex drive. She was 32, and the mother of a four year old sleeping in his own room and here he was 36, over weight and beginning to bald. Maybe he should cut down on his cigarettes he thought and that would make him more energetic in love making and match her own vigor.
He thought she was unusually active today and even by her standards it wasn't very often that she insisted on reversing their usual missionary position and insisted on mounting him. He remembered her heavy but perfectly rounded breasts swinging as she teasingly kept her erect nipples just away from his lips while her palms locked into his and she straddled his waist with his cock snugly parked into her moist pussy. He wished his erection lasted longer. She sensed it too and dismounted and lay down next to him stroking his semi hard cock back and coaxing it to erection. Finally he mounted her and finished it off missionary style with a few thrusts. He wished it had lasted longer, but a loving Indian wife that she was, she smiled contended and kisses him longingly before stretching languorously into sleep.
Chetan lit his cigarette, inhaled deeply and looked into the sprawling city largely dark and with the night streets locked.down and now empty of any traffic. Somewhere a stray dog howled into the night but the balcony of their 20th floor 3BHK in Koramamgala , Bangalore overlooked the silent locked down city. Chetan wasn't complaining about the lockdown. A corporate banker, his stressful job involved travel, client meetings and frequent dinners hosting clients. All this took a tool on his expanding waistline and he fondly remembered their married life before the birth of their son Bunty and before his promotion. He remember how he and Shobha sat naked in the balcony at night, careless in the comfort that the balcony offered complete privacy from any peering eyes. It had drizzled that night and the Bangalore night air was pleasant.
That was when Chetan noticed the damp footprints on their balcony.
His heart jumped at the unexpected sight and looked again carefully. There was no doubt about it. The drizzle of the last hour had laid a damp carpet over the expanse of the balcony and closer to the French sliding doors from their bedroom into the balcony were the unmistakable footprints of someone who had been there. The footprints seemed fresh And hence the peeping Tom would have been lurking not long back. Chetan stubbed out his cigarette and looked back into their bedroom. The golden yellow light of their bedroom lamps clearly illuminated the naked back, buttocks and thighs his wife as she lay asleep blissfully unaware of the heart thumping in her husband's chest.