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This is what Shobha looks like. This story will progress slowly before it gets to an ending I have in mind as of now. Please post your feedback. Do share any suggestions you might have and I will consider them.
Erotica Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant - Season 1 (Completed)
- Thread starter DAIYANE
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This is what Shobha looks like. This story will progress slowly before it gets to an ending I have in mind as of now. Please post your feedback. Do share any suggestions you might have and I will consider them.
The dinner over, the three of them shifted to the balcony terrace. Shobha and Chetan stretched out on cozy armchairs and Bhuvan - or Bhola - sat on a beanbag facing both of them. The 20th floor balcony overlooked the sprawling but silent city, eerily silent and traffic-less with the lockdown. A cool breeze was blowing and it looked like the pre-monsoon showers might roll into Bangalore.
Shobha stretched her long, smooth legs, a wine glass in her hands. Her dress rode above her knees and Chetan seated diagonally across her on the beanbag got the an eyeful of those creamy thighs as he leaned forward with his wine glass held in both hands. Chetan sprawled on his armchair, eyes half closed and squirmed and stretched his stiff neck, and lazily lit a cigarette and offered one to Bhuvan. Bhuvan gratefully accepted, took a deep puff and coughed not used to the quality of tobacco.
Shobha laughed, leaned forward and pulled the cigarette from Bhuvan's lips, took a deep puff herself, put it carefully back between his lips and exhaled with the comfort of a woman accustomed to the occasional smoke. Bhuvan had never seen a woman smoke before, much less share a puff with him and found it inexplicably sexy. Shobha shuffled her long legs and placed them on the beanbag touching Bhuvan's hips. Even in the dim lights of a cloudy night, Bhuvan could see her creamy upper thighs and a contact of her bare ankles against his hips sent a shiver of arousal through him.
Chetan made small talk and asked about Bhuvan's village in Bihar. Shobha asked him about some neighbours in their Bangalore apartment society and felt reassured when Bhuvan seemed oblivious to the apartment society gossip - it felt like the fellow could be trusted to maintain discretion.
"Bhola, koi girl friend hai Kya tumhari?" , Chetan blew a lazy smoke ring and asked. (Bhola, so you have a girlfriend?)
"Saheb, humari itni kismat kahan", said Bhuvan, and then perhaps encouraged by the intimacy ventured, "Saheb, aap to bahut naseeb walein hain ki Shobha bhaji aapke sath hain". (Sir, you are lucky. You have someone like Shobha madam).
Shobha stretched her long, smooth legs, a wine glass in her hands. Her dress rode above her knees and Chetan seated diagonally across her on the beanbag got the an eyeful of those creamy thighs as he leaned forward with his wine glass held in both hands. Chetan sprawled on his armchair, eyes half closed and squirmed and stretched his stiff neck, and lazily lit a cigarette and offered one to Bhuvan. Bhuvan gratefully accepted, took a deep puff and coughed not used to the quality of tobacco.
Shobha laughed, leaned forward and pulled the cigarette from Bhuvan's lips, took a deep puff herself, put it carefully back between his lips and exhaled with the comfort of a woman accustomed to the occasional smoke. Bhuvan had never seen a woman smoke before, much less share a puff with him and found it inexplicably sexy. Shobha shuffled her long legs and placed them on the beanbag touching Bhuvan's hips. Even in the dim lights of a cloudy night, Bhuvan could see her creamy upper thighs and a contact of her bare ankles against his hips sent a shiver of arousal through him.
Chetan made small talk and asked about Bhuvan's village in Bihar. Shobha asked him about some neighbours in their Bangalore apartment society and felt reassured when Bhuvan seemed oblivious to the apartment society gossip - it felt like the fellow could be trusted to maintain discretion.
"Bhola, koi girl friend hai Kya tumhari?" , Chetan blew a lazy smoke ring and asked. (Bhola, so you have a girlfriend?)
"Saheb, humari itni kismat kahan", said Bhuvan, and then perhaps encouraged by the intimacy ventured, "Saheb, aap to bahut naseeb walein hain ki Shobha bhaji aapke sath hain". (Sir, you are lucky. You have someone like Shobha madam).
Chetan blew another smoke ring, rubbed his hurting neck, and said, "Yaar, tumhari body itni fit hai. Koi ladki toh zaroor patayi hogi tumne." ( Buddy, you have such a fit physique! You must have scored with a girl!)
Bhola blushed at the compliment not knowing how to react.
"Toh Shobha bhabhi itni pasand hai kya?", said Chetan, pouring and refilling Bhola's glass. (Do you like Shobha madam so much?)
Bhola blushed again, nodded and grinned!
" Toh bolo kyun? " (Tell me why?)
A coy Bhola shuffled on his beanbag, gathered courage and said, "Bhabhi bahut sundar hai" (Madam is very beautiful!)
Chetan took a puff and pressed forward with the confidence that he had his man cornered, "Toh Shobha bhabhi ke liye kuch bhi karoge?" (Will you do anything for Shobha madam?)
Poor Bhola walked unsuspecting into the trap and nodded, "Kyon nahi saheb. Bhabi bahut achhi hain". (Why not, sir? Madam is a nice person).
The fellow is a simpleton, concluded Chetan and turned the screw, "Achha toh apni t-shirt utaro. Bhabhi ko dikhao kitni solid hai tumhari body". (OK, then take off your t-shirt. Show madam how good is your physique!).
Bhola looked confused and looked at both Shobha and Chetan.
Shobha raised her leg slightly, exposed a bit more of her thigh. She switched on her baby doll voice, "Come on Bhola, utaro na, Tum itna handsome ho, yaar. Sharmao mat" (Come on Bhola, take it off. Don't be shy. You are a handsome dude),
Bhola blushed at the compliment not knowing how to react.
"Toh Shobha bhabhi itni pasand hai kya?", said Chetan, pouring and refilling Bhola's glass. (Do you like Shobha madam so much?)
Bhola blushed again, nodded and grinned!
" Toh bolo kyun? " (Tell me why?)
A coy Bhola shuffled on his beanbag, gathered courage and said, "Bhabhi bahut sundar hai" (Madam is very beautiful!)
Chetan took a puff and pressed forward with the confidence that he had his man cornered, "Toh Shobha bhabhi ke liye kuch bhi karoge?" (Will you do anything for Shobha madam?)
Poor Bhola walked unsuspecting into the trap and nodded, "Kyon nahi saheb. Bhabi bahut achhi hain". (Why not, sir? Madam is a nice person).
The fellow is a simpleton, concluded Chetan and turned the screw, "Achha toh apni t-shirt utaro. Bhabhi ko dikhao kitni solid hai tumhari body". (OK, then take off your t-shirt. Show madam how good is your physique!).
Bhola looked confused and looked at both Shobha and Chetan.
Shobha raised her leg slightly, exposed a bit more of her thigh. She switched on her baby doll voice, "Come on Bhola, utaro na, Tum itna handsome ho, yaar. Sharmao mat" (Come on Bhola, take it off. Don't be shy. You are a handsome dude),
Not used to the wine or the baby doll tone, Bhola didn't hesitate. Eager to please his mistress, the smitten fellow stood up and took off his T shirt in a single motion. Bare chested, but oddly confident, his chest puffed up, he waited for admiration.
Shobha looked at the handsome clean shaven bare chested handsome fellow. He was clearly a simpleton and she wasn't going to stop just here.
She placed her wine glass on the floor, stood up herself and took a step closer to Bhola. She was just inches away from him. Unconcerned about her husband, she put both her hands on his broad shoulders and caressed his upper chest. The muscles felt hard, typical of someone with a rustic lifestyle and physically active. She traced her index finger over his pectorals, then along his upper shoulders and felt his biceps. Bhola smelt her womanly fragrance at close proximity for the second time that night and inhaled quietly. Her husband watching her intently, Shobha rubbed his upper chest again with her flat palm, and then traced the outline of Bhola's nipple with her fingernail.
Bhola shivered, and felt blood rush in to engorged his cock.
Chetan was feeling a bit woozy with the wine, but not enough to feel disconnected at the proximity of his wife and his servant. His neck was stiff and called for attention.
"Bhola, mera shoulder massage karna" , he called out. (Bhola, massage my shoulder)
A reluctant and bare chested Bhola stepped back from physical contact with his mistress for the second time that night and walked over to behind his master and began massaging Chetan's shoulder. Shobha shrugged, sat down on the armchair and crossed and uncrossed her legs. Standing behind his masters back, and continuing the massage, Bhola managed to get a good eyeful. Chetan sipped some more wine, took a deep drag on his cigarettes and closed his eyes as he relaxed under the ministrations of Bhola's kneading of his shoulder.
That's when it began to drizzle.
Shobha suggested they move into the bedroom, and all three moved in to take cover from the drizzle. Chetan sprawled over on the bed, and Bhola moved by his side to resume the massage.
That's when Shobha made her move
She lay down on the other side of the bed and crossed her right hand over her forehead.
"Bhola, sirf saheb ka hi massage karoge yah mere liye bhi time nikaloge?" ( Bhola, will you only massage your master or will you find some time for me too?.)
Shobha looked at the handsome clean shaven bare chested handsome fellow. He was clearly a simpleton and she wasn't going to stop just here.
She placed her wine glass on the floor, stood up herself and took a step closer to Bhola. She was just inches away from him. Unconcerned about her husband, she put both her hands on his broad shoulders and caressed his upper chest. The muscles felt hard, typical of someone with a rustic lifestyle and physically active. She traced her index finger over his pectorals, then along his upper shoulders and felt his biceps. Bhola smelt her womanly fragrance at close proximity for the second time that night and inhaled quietly. Her husband watching her intently, Shobha rubbed his upper chest again with her flat palm, and then traced the outline of Bhola's nipple with her fingernail.
Bhola shivered, and felt blood rush in to engorged his cock.
Chetan was feeling a bit woozy with the wine, but not enough to feel disconnected at the proximity of his wife and his servant. His neck was stiff and called for attention.
"Bhola, mera shoulder massage karna" , he called out. (Bhola, massage my shoulder)
A reluctant and bare chested Bhola stepped back from physical contact with his mistress for the second time that night and walked over to behind his master and began massaging Chetan's shoulder. Shobha shrugged, sat down on the armchair and crossed and uncrossed her legs. Standing behind his masters back, and continuing the massage, Bhola managed to get a good eyeful. Chetan sipped some more wine, took a deep drag on his cigarettes and closed his eyes as he relaxed under the ministrations of Bhola's kneading of his shoulder.
That's when it began to drizzle.
Shobha suggested they move into the bedroom, and all three moved in to take cover from the drizzle. Chetan sprawled over on the bed, and Bhola moved by his side to resume the massage.
That's when Shobha made her move
She lay down on the other side of the bed and crossed her right hand over her forehead.
"Bhola, sirf saheb ka hi massage karoge yah mere liye bhi time nikaloge?" ( Bhola, will you only massage your master or will you find some time for me too?.)
Chetan's jaw dropped and he started to say something but held back to see what would happen. Bhola grinned foolishly and obediently walked across to Shobha's side of the bed.
Shobha pulled up her skirt halfway above her creamy thighs. Her smooth, shapely legs were bare and inviting. Bhola sat down gingerly at the edge of the bed by her feet. She wriggled her toes to indicate silently with her eyes that he should start there. Bhola dutifully began kneading her soles and then ankles. Her feet felt tender and enticing to touch. He had a great viewing angle to her thighs which remained crossed together. After a couple of minutes, after he felt he had her relaxed, he moved up and massaged her shin and calf muscles. Shobha began breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling under her top as she felt the strong masculine pressure on her calf muscles. Bhola watched Chetan from the corner of his eyes but his master didn't move but seemed watching the spectacle closely. Shobha then moaned softly.
Bhola took that as a sign of encouragement and decided to move up. Mustering courage, and emboldened by the wine, he passed over Shobha's knees and moved up to her thighs. Shobha rewarded his boldness by now parting her thighs. His heart leaped in his throat as he thought he saw her panty. She parted her thighs a bit more before bringing them a bit closer but not before he glimpsed her black panties. Bhola now had a full hardon and was glad he was squatting at the edge of the bed, legs crossed and relieved it was hidden from Shobha's view.
"Maza aa raha hai?" asked Chetan, lazily blowing from his puff. (Are you enjoying it?).
Bhola stayed dumb unsure if the question was addressed him him or his mistress.
"Bolo Bhola, saheb pooch rahe hain ki maza as raha hai ki nahin?". (Speak up Bhola. Your master is asking if you are enjoying it). This time it was Shobha.
Bhola felt speechless, and could merely managed to nod dumbly.
" Zor se bolo, Bhola, kuch sunaiye nahi diya", (Speak up Bhola, Cant hear you!), pushed Chetan.
Bhola managed to find his voice. "Haan saheb, maza aa raha hai". And then mustering courage, he ventured, "Bhabhi, aapko maza aa raha hai na?" ( Madam, are you enjoying it?)
Shobha turned conspiratorially to her husband, "Dekho, pooch raha hai ki mujhe maza aa raha hai kya!" ( Look, he is asking me if I am enjoying it!).
Chetan smirked and decided to taunt Bhola, "Bhola, maalom hai, Aurat ko kaise maza dete hain? (Bhola, so you know how to please a woman?)
Bhola, madam ke paon kiss karo. (Bhola, kiss madam's feet). Chetan decided to humiliate Bhola.
Poor Bhola would have done anything to keep massaging his mistress's feet. He gently kissed her on her ankles. She rewarded him by briefly parting her thighs. That gorgeous panty again came into view. She She closed her thighs again. Bhola felt like a child who is shown a chocolate before it is again hidden from view. He swallowed and kissed his mistress's toes again. It felt so tender. Instinctively he sucked her toes. This time, she moaned softly.
Chetan leaned across from his side of the bed and brought his face close to Shobha. She parted her lips on anticipation, now getting aroused herself.
Chetan had tasted blood in teasing Bhola and felt fully in control. He stubbed his cigarette into an ash tray by the bedside.
" Bhola, madam ka figure kaisa hai?" (Bhola, how do you like madam's figure?).
Bhola nodded dumbly, his hard on seemed to have drained blood from his face, and croaked, "Accha hai" (It's good)
"Madam ka boobs kaisa hai?" (How do you like madam's boobs?) Chetan placed his left palm over Shobha's breast and squeezed it gently through the top. Shobha moaned again.
Bhola figured if he nodded and indicated approval, this delirious state could continue for some more time. Already his birthday was feeling like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. Chetan rewarded him by squeezing Shobha's breast harder. She moaned loudly and squirmed, parting her legs slightly more.
"Aur dekhoge?" (Want to see more?). Chetan was now feeling like the dominant male taunting a poor hapless weaker male showing off his sexual trophy. Drunk with this power, and wanting to see the hapless servant drool further, he decided to raise the stakes higher.
Shobha pulled up her skirt halfway above her creamy thighs. Her smooth, shapely legs were bare and inviting. Bhola sat down gingerly at the edge of the bed by her feet. She wriggled her toes to indicate silently with her eyes that he should start there. Bhola dutifully began kneading her soles and then ankles. Her feet felt tender and enticing to touch. He had a great viewing angle to her thighs which remained crossed together. After a couple of minutes, after he felt he had her relaxed, he moved up and massaged her shin and calf muscles. Shobha began breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling under her top as she felt the strong masculine pressure on her calf muscles. Bhola watched Chetan from the corner of his eyes but his master didn't move but seemed watching the spectacle closely. Shobha then moaned softly.
Bhola took that as a sign of encouragement and decided to move up. Mustering courage, and emboldened by the wine, he passed over Shobha's knees and moved up to her thighs. Shobha rewarded his boldness by now parting her thighs. His heart leaped in his throat as he thought he saw her panty. She parted her thighs a bit more before bringing them a bit closer but not before he glimpsed her black panties. Bhola now had a full hardon and was glad he was squatting at the edge of the bed, legs crossed and relieved it was hidden from Shobha's view.
"Maza aa raha hai?" asked Chetan, lazily blowing from his puff. (Are you enjoying it?).
Bhola stayed dumb unsure if the question was addressed him him or his mistress.
"Bolo Bhola, saheb pooch rahe hain ki maza as raha hai ki nahin?". (Speak up Bhola. Your master is asking if you are enjoying it). This time it was Shobha.
Bhola felt speechless, and could merely managed to nod dumbly.
" Zor se bolo, Bhola, kuch sunaiye nahi diya", (Speak up Bhola, Cant hear you!), pushed Chetan.
Bhola managed to find his voice. "Haan saheb, maza aa raha hai". And then mustering courage, he ventured, "Bhabhi, aapko maza aa raha hai na?" ( Madam, are you enjoying it?)
Shobha turned conspiratorially to her husband, "Dekho, pooch raha hai ki mujhe maza aa raha hai kya!" ( Look, he is asking me if I am enjoying it!).
Chetan smirked and decided to taunt Bhola, "Bhola, maalom hai, Aurat ko kaise maza dete hain? (Bhola, so you know how to please a woman?)
Bhola, madam ke paon kiss karo. (Bhola, kiss madam's feet). Chetan decided to humiliate Bhola.
Poor Bhola would have done anything to keep massaging his mistress's feet. He gently kissed her on her ankles. She rewarded him by briefly parting her thighs. That gorgeous panty again came into view. She She closed her thighs again. Bhola felt like a child who is shown a chocolate before it is again hidden from view. He swallowed and kissed his mistress's toes again. It felt so tender. Instinctively he sucked her toes. This time, she moaned softly.
Chetan leaned across from his side of the bed and brought his face close to Shobha. She parted her lips on anticipation, now getting aroused herself.
Chetan had tasted blood in teasing Bhola and felt fully in control. He stubbed his cigarette into an ash tray by the bedside.
" Bhola, madam ka figure kaisa hai?" (Bhola, how do you like madam's figure?).
Bhola nodded dumbly, his hard on seemed to have drained blood from his face, and croaked, "Accha hai" (It's good)
"Madam ka boobs kaisa hai?" (How do you like madam's boobs?) Chetan placed his left palm over Shobha's breast and squeezed it gently through the top. Shobha moaned again.
Bhola figured if he nodded and indicated approval, this delirious state could continue for some more time. Already his birthday was feeling like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. Chetan rewarded him by squeezing Shobha's breast harder. She moaned loudly and squirmed, parting her legs slightly more.
"Aur dekhoge?" (Want to see more?). Chetan was now feeling like the dominant male taunting a poor hapless weaker male showing off his sexual trophy. Drunk with this power, and wanting to see the hapless servant drool further, he decided to raise the stakes higher.
In one single stroke, he reached across and pulled up Shobha's skirt over her waist. Shobha shrieked and protested as her black panties were now fully exposed to both men. Chetan swiftly unbuttoned the skirt, pulled it off her body and threw it carelessly across the bedroom. Shobha instinctively put her hands to cover her panty clad pussy but a laughing and drunk Chetan brusged away her hands. Bhola's eyes widened with lust and disbelief as he saw his mistress's creamy smooth and shapely thighs and the black panty clad pussy right in front of him. The panty snugly covered thick pussy lips forming a camel toe. He also saw that the panty had an unmistakable damp spot right at the centre.
Shobha was now giggling and rolling side by side on the bed and covered her face with her palms in false modesty. Drunk with power at this extraordinary control he had over two people, Chetan decided he wanted more. He pulled Shobha's top from under her and over her shoulder. Shobha's black matching bra came into view. Shobha was now clad only in black bra and black panty, both snugly fitting her shapely body and laughing hysterically like a small girl playing a game with two boys disrobing her in a kids game. She rolled over on her stomach before rolling back again to her back. For a few seconds, Bhola saw her gorgeous ass with a part of her buttocks exposed to his hungry eyes before she turned back and presented him again with her panty clad pussy. Her creamy fair skin contrasted with the black panty and her curvaceous waist with just the gentle roll of fat, then flat belly and a deep navel and a flat stomach.
Suddenly, she paused giggling and looked at Bhola directly.
"Bhola, apna pant utaro", (Bhola, take off your pant).
Shobha was now giggling and rolling side by side on the bed and covered her face with her palms in false modesty. Drunk with power at this extraordinary control he had over two people, Chetan decided he wanted more. He pulled Shobha's top from under her and over her shoulder. Shobha's black matching bra came into view. Shobha was now clad only in black bra and black panty, both snugly fitting her shapely body and laughing hysterically like a small girl playing a game with two boys disrobing her in a kids game. She rolled over on her stomach before rolling back again to her back. For a few seconds, Bhola saw her gorgeous ass with a part of her buttocks exposed to his hungry eyes before she turned back and presented him again with her panty clad pussy. Her creamy fair skin contrasted with the black panty and her curvaceous waist with just the gentle roll of fat, then flat belly and a deep navel and a flat stomach.
Suddenly, she paused giggling and looked at Bhola directly.
"Bhola, apna pant utaro", (Bhola, take off your pant).
Bhola's heart missed a beat and his mind went blank and he stared at her dumb and speechless, wondering if he had heard correctly. Then Chetan wagged a finger at him, gesturing for the offending garment to be discarded. Bhola had no choice but to take off his new jeans. His coloured underwear came into view. He could no longer now hide his bulge.
Both husband and wife looked intently at the bulge.
Like a school boy caught by the class teacher with a hardon, Bhola tried to cover his hard on with his hands, but Chetan laughed cruelly, wagged his finger and gestured to him to part his palms.
Bhola closed his eyes and took his hands off his crotch and put them on his hips. When he opened his eyes, Shobha had a fresh demand.
" Bhola, yeh bhi utaar do". (Bhola, take it off too).
It was a command. Bhola felt powerless. In a daze, he pulled down his briefs to his ankles.
Both husband and wife stared at his naked cock. It was dark chocolate brown, full, hard and looked swollen and the knob at the top almost ready to burst. It was medium sized but thicker than what they would have expected but in keeping with Bhola's broad shoulders and chest. The round brown knob at the end was glistening in the yellow light of the bedroom. Bhola had also trimmed his pubic hair and his cock stood proud in contrast to its owner's shyness.
This cock is beautiful, thought Shobha. She unconsciously moistened her lips as she checked out their naked servant.
"Ek baar ghumo" , Shobha commanded him. (Turn around)
Her naked slave obediently spun around. She noted his firm, curved buttocks and narrow waist. His buttocks were a lighter shade of brown than the rest of his body. Unlike Chetan, who had a soft flouncy hairy ass, Bhola’s buttocks were hairless, well rounded and muscular. Good enough to bite, she thought, and felt her pussy go moist. He had a well muscled back and broad shoulders, not like a body builder but like that of a simple young man of his age and fitness. Chetan used to have the same physique, she recalled wistfully, when they got married six years back.
Chetan wanted to distract his wife from ogling their naked servant. His beautiful wife was stretched out on their marital bed, naked except for being dressed in a black bra and panty and ogling their naked servant. And the servant had a hard on and a fit body.
Chetan's own hardon now demanded attention. He rolled over on the bed to be closer to his wife, cupped her chin to pull her away from the sight that captivated her and kissed her savagely on her lips. With his left hand, he slipped her bra strap off her right shoulder exposing her full breast and repeated the act with the other strap. Shobha was now topless, on her back, clad in only a panty which now had a clear damp spot, her breasts exposed, brown nipples erect, and one naked man, not her husband, ogling at her nakedness along with her husband.
Chetan began sucking her left breast while kneading the other firmly. Bhola stood confused, his back against the bedroom wall. his underwear around his ankles, his penis erect and jutting out as he dropped his hands from his hips and slowly clenching and unclenching his fists not knowing what else to do with his hands. He was slowly beginning to get the realisation that his nakedness was something his gorgeous mistress liked. Shobha looked intently at him, past her husband who was fully focused on her breasts and made eye contact with the fellow and smiled. Bhola was too dazed to smile back. With her index finger, she gestured to him to come closer. Bhola gingerly came by her bedside and knelt down, his eyes now at the same level as the twin mound of her breasts and just two feet away.
Chetan was busy sucking the breast alternately and kneading them with one hand. Bhola had that familiar feeling of a poor starving kid at the school playground during lunchtime watching the rich kid open a Tiffin box full of goodies while he could only watch. Shobha looked at him lovingly, reached out with her hand to his broad naked shoulder caressed his muscular shoulder, teasingly ran her index finger along his biceps, clasped his left hand with her right hand and placed it in her flat bare stomach. Bhola had been enamoured of her flat stomach with the gentle roll of alluring fat that comes from being the mother of a child. He traced an outline on her navel. Mustering courage, Bhola dipped his finger and probed gently the cavity of her exposed navel.
Shobha moaned again under the combined effect of her servant caressing her navel and her husband mauling her breasts.
In his wine-intoxicated and sexually aroused state, Chetan realized his wife was also being touched by a competitor. He paused, confused whether he should resist, ignore or encourage competition.
Both husband and wife looked intently at the bulge.
Like a school boy caught by the class teacher with a hardon, Bhola tried to cover his hard on with his hands, but Chetan laughed cruelly, wagged his finger and gestured to him to part his palms.
Bhola closed his eyes and took his hands off his crotch and put them on his hips. When he opened his eyes, Shobha had a fresh demand.
" Bhola, yeh bhi utaar do". (Bhola, take it off too).
It was a command. Bhola felt powerless. In a daze, he pulled down his briefs to his ankles.
Both husband and wife stared at his naked cock. It was dark chocolate brown, full, hard and looked swollen and the knob at the top almost ready to burst. It was medium sized but thicker than what they would have expected but in keeping with Bhola's broad shoulders and chest. The round brown knob at the end was glistening in the yellow light of the bedroom. Bhola had also trimmed his pubic hair and his cock stood proud in contrast to its owner's shyness.
This cock is beautiful, thought Shobha. She unconsciously moistened her lips as she checked out their naked servant.
"Ek baar ghumo" , Shobha commanded him. (Turn around)
Her naked slave obediently spun around. She noted his firm, curved buttocks and narrow waist. His buttocks were a lighter shade of brown than the rest of his body. Unlike Chetan, who had a soft flouncy hairy ass, Bhola’s buttocks were hairless, well rounded and muscular. Good enough to bite, she thought, and felt her pussy go moist. He had a well muscled back and broad shoulders, not like a body builder but like that of a simple young man of his age and fitness. Chetan used to have the same physique, she recalled wistfully, when they got married six years back.
Chetan wanted to distract his wife from ogling their naked servant. His beautiful wife was stretched out on their marital bed, naked except for being dressed in a black bra and panty and ogling their naked servant. And the servant had a hard on and a fit body.
Chetan's own hardon now demanded attention. He rolled over on the bed to be closer to his wife, cupped her chin to pull her away from the sight that captivated her and kissed her savagely on her lips. With his left hand, he slipped her bra strap off her right shoulder exposing her full breast and repeated the act with the other strap. Shobha was now topless, on her back, clad in only a panty which now had a clear damp spot, her breasts exposed, brown nipples erect, and one naked man, not her husband, ogling at her nakedness along with her husband.
Chetan began sucking her left breast while kneading the other firmly. Bhola stood confused, his back against the bedroom wall. his underwear around his ankles, his penis erect and jutting out as he dropped his hands from his hips and slowly clenching and unclenching his fists not knowing what else to do with his hands. He was slowly beginning to get the realisation that his nakedness was something his gorgeous mistress liked. Shobha looked intently at him, past her husband who was fully focused on her breasts and made eye contact with the fellow and smiled. Bhola was too dazed to smile back. With her index finger, she gestured to him to come closer. Bhola gingerly came by her bedside and knelt down, his eyes now at the same level as the twin mound of her breasts and just two feet away.
Chetan was busy sucking the breast alternately and kneading them with one hand. Bhola had that familiar feeling of a poor starving kid at the school playground during lunchtime watching the rich kid open a Tiffin box full of goodies while he could only watch. Shobha looked at him lovingly, reached out with her hand to his broad naked shoulder caressed his muscular shoulder, teasingly ran her index finger along his biceps, clasped his left hand with her right hand and placed it in her flat bare stomach. Bhola had been enamoured of her flat stomach with the gentle roll of alluring fat that comes from being the mother of a child. He traced an outline on her navel. Mustering courage, Bhola dipped his finger and probed gently the cavity of her exposed navel.
Shobha moaned again under the combined effect of her servant caressing her navel and her husband mauling her breasts.
In his wine-intoxicated and sexually aroused state, Chetan realized his wife was also being touched by a competitor. He paused, confused whether he should resist, ignore or encourage competition.
Shobha sensed the state of his mind, like she always did, and knew she had to distract him.
"Jaanu, take off your t-shirt" , she said hoarsely. Chetan obliged and the t shirt came off.
"Jaanu, and the jeans too". Chetan was on his knees sucking Shobha's breasts, and he had to let go the object of his attention trying to pull off the jeans. It was clumsier than with the t shirt and he struggled with the belt.
" Bhola, saheb ko help karo", ordered Shobha. (Bhola, help your master).
An obedient Bhola pulled the jeans off his master. Chetan raised his ass in cooperation to allow his servant to disrobe him. His bare, hairy and protuberant belly came into view along with his blue jockey briefs, and a very visible hardon. Staying on his knees, he now moved to straddle Shobha to resume fondling her breasts.
Which left a confused Bhola not knowing what to do, and his view to Shobha’s naked breasts now blocked by Chetan's bulky torso.
Shobha embraced Chetan, pulling him closer against her breasts and over his shoulders made eye contact with a naked Bhola who was still standing with his back to the wall and standing to attention much like his hardon. With her eyes, she gestured Bhola to come closer. The fellow moved closer to her feet and caressed her with his hands sliding upwards the now familiar thighs.
That was the moment when Chetan, nuzzling Shobha's breasts and sliding into a missionary position bumped into Bhola.
That unexpected male-to-male contact broke the spell for the husband.
He looked at his topless and lovely wife naked but for a panty, lying on their bed, eyes half closed, her mouth partly open in sexual arousal and moaning. He looked back and saw their naked servant, cock erect, sliding his hands slowly upwards along his wife's inner thighs.
This was now crossing a limit, some part of his brain told him.
"Bhola, ab bahar jao", he ordered with a sudden change of tone. (Bhola, now get out).
"Jaanu, take off your t-shirt" , she said hoarsely. Chetan obliged and the t shirt came off.
"Jaanu, and the jeans too". Chetan was on his knees sucking Shobha's breasts, and he had to let go the object of his attention trying to pull off the jeans. It was clumsier than with the t shirt and he struggled with the belt.
" Bhola, saheb ko help karo", ordered Shobha. (Bhola, help your master).
An obedient Bhola pulled the jeans off his master. Chetan raised his ass in cooperation to allow his servant to disrobe him. His bare, hairy and protuberant belly came into view along with his blue jockey briefs, and a very visible hardon. Staying on his knees, he now moved to straddle Shobha to resume fondling her breasts.
Which left a confused Bhola not knowing what to do, and his view to Shobha’s naked breasts now blocked by Chetan's bulky torso.
Shobha embraced Chetan, pulling him closer against her breasts and over his shoulders made eye contact with a naked Bhola who was still standing with his back to the wall and standing to attention much like his hardon. With her eyes, she gestured Bhola to come closer. The fellow moved closer to her feet and caressed her with his hands sliding upwards the now familiar thighs.
That was the moment when Chetan, nuzzling Shobha's breasts and sliding into a missionary position bumped into Bhola.
That unexpected male-to-male contact broke the spell for the husband.
He looked at his topless and lovely wife naked but for a panty, lying on their bed, eyes half closed, her mouth partly open in sexual arousal and moaning. He looked back and saw their naked servant, cock erect, sliding his hands slowly upwards along his wife's inner thighs.
This was now crossing a limit, some part of his brain told him.
"Bhola, ab bahar jao", he ordered with a sudden change of tone. (Bhola, now get out).
Bhola snapped to attention but confused. Shobha took a couple of seconds to get out of her state of arousal and react. She didn't want this change of script just when it was going so well.
She protested, "C'mon jaanu, Rehne do naa....." ( Come on honey, let him stay).
"Bhola, bahar!" (Bhola, out!), Chetan barked.
Years of cohabiting had taught Shobha to recognize the few rare instances when her husband wanted to have his way. She protested, but Chetan's tone was harsh and she knew he would not back out. Bhola looked at her pleading for intervention, his cock now rapidly deflating. Shobha's mind did a rapid calculation whose side to take, and her instinct gave her the answer.
She rolled over the bed, got to her feet, still topless and gently gestured Bhola to leave.
The hapless fellow was now close to tears and she felt sorry for him. She picked up his discarded briefs, walked towards him, still topless, and thrust the garment in his hands. Bhola mumbled distressingly, a film of tears across his eyes. She sympathetically patted him affectionately on his cheeks but pointed to the door. The fellow shuffled out reluctantly looking back for one last look at his topless mistress.
Fate had opened the gates of heaven to him and just as he was enough to plunge right in, they had snapped shut in an identical manner twice in the last few days!
Shobha sighed and returned to the bed. An aroused Chetan pulled her down, kissed her savagely and mounted her missionary style. As he made his few frenetic thrusts before collapsing into an early climax, Shobha 's mind was distractedly repeating the words Bhola had mumbled into her ears just before being ignominously shunted out.
"Bhabhi, Bhola abhi bhookha hai" (Madam, Bhola is still hungry)
She protested, "C'mon jaanu, Rehne do naa....." ( Come on honey, let him stay).
"Bhola, bahar!" (Bhola, out!), Chetan barked.
Years of cohabiting had taught Shobha to recognize the few rare instances when her husband wanted to have his way. She protested, but Chetan's tone was harsh and she knew he would not back out. Bhola looked at her pleading for intervention, his cock now rapidly deflating. Shobha's mind did a rapid calculation whose side to take, and her instinct gave her the answer.
She rolled over the bed, got to her feet, still topless and gently gestured Bhola to leave.
The hapless fellow was now close to tears and she felt sorry for him. She picked up his discarded briefs, walked towards him, still topless, and thrust the garment in his hands. Bhola mumbled distressingly, a film of tears across his eyes. She sympathetically patted him affectionately on his cheeks but pointed to the door. The fellow shuffled out reluctantly looking back for one last look at his topless mistress.
Fate had opened the gates of heaven to him and just as he was enough to plunge right in, they had snapped shut in an identical manner twice in the last few days!
Shobha sighed and returned to the bed. An aroused Chetan pulled her down, kissed her savagely and mounted her missionary style. As he made his few frenetic thrusts before collapsing into an early climax, Shobha 's mind was distractedly repeating the words Bhola had mumbled into her ears just before being ignominously shunted out.
"Bhabhi, Bhola abhi bhookha hai" (Madam, Bhola is still hungry)
