Erotica Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant - Season 1 (Completed)

[DAIYANE]

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 slightly open, his hands crossed against his crotch and waiting for the next command to follow.

His left hand now around Shobha, and holding her against his chest, Chetan seeded the next part of the script, "To Bhola thodi der pehle Bhabhi ke bare mein kya keh rahe the?".

For Bhola, the change in context from cunnilingus to conversation was a little too fast, and he could only manage, "Hunhh?"

Chetan repeated his question slowly as if speaking to a child, "Thodi der pehle Bahbhi ke bare mein kya bole?" (Some time back what did you say about Bhabhi?)

Bhola wasnt prepared for this viva voce and desperately scanned his lust-clogged brain for the answer to the quiz question. He ventured cautiously, "Yehi ki bhabhi mmm.mmm maal hai?" (That she is a hot piece) The young lad was perturbed that while the right answer could keep him in play, the wrong answer could eject him from the stage.

Chetan patiently cued him with the answer, "Maal toh hai. Woh to mein ne kaha tha. Tum bole ki bhabhi ekdum top model hai? Bole ki nahi?" (Of course, she is a hot piece. And I said that. But you said Bhabhi is a top model, no?)

Bhola gladly latched on to the cue and nodded his head happily, "Haan, saheb! Bhabhi ekdum top model hai", and added rather unhelpfully given his limited repertoire. "Ek dum Poonam Pandey ishtyle top model!"

Chetan winced and chose to ignore the reference though he could understand what drove the similarity,
Patiently, he continued "Toh, top models kya harti hain, Bhola?" (So what do top models do, Bhola?)

Bhola thought furiously and guessed, "TV pe modeling karti hain".

Chetan gritted his teeth at the moron's imbecility and took a deep breath to calm himself. Shobha sensed his exasperation. She too was frustrated and wanted the next act to kick in quickly.

She pulled Chetan's face close to her and wispered fiercely in his ear, "Janu, just ask me to fuck me quickly! You can check his general knowledge later!"

Chetan forced himself to be patient. "Top models, catwalk pe chalti hain, Bhola. Bhabhi se catwalk karwayeein?", and then added so that Bhola didnt have to suffer further challenge to his comprehension ability, "Catwalk matlab fashion parade! Bhabhi se fashion parade kaywayeein?" (Shall we get bhabhi to do a fashion parade on the catwalk!)

Bhola's eyes lit up with anticipation. He could recall that fashion TV channel when some foreign models did a fashion parade. What he recalled was that they were skimpily clad. If babhi was going to do this, he was all for it! Bhola grinned in happy endorsement.

"So its decided! Baby, you are going to do a fashion parade for both me and Bhola!", Chetan announced looking at Shobha. He was beginning to enjoy playing the game master in this bedroom reality show with a cast of two.

Shobha pushed herself back, and eyes blazing hissed angrily, "Jaanu, what the fuck are you upto? What fucking catwalk do you want me to do?!"

Chetan patted her patiently, and asked Bhola to get the wireless Bose soundock speaker they had left behind in the balcony. Bhola obediently left the room to fetch the speaker from the balcony giving a couple a few moments of privacy.

"Patience, baby, just go with the flow! I know what I am doing."

"But why cant you just let him fuck me?", and then added hastily lest she be misunderstood, “And you too, of course!"

Chetan ignored the suggestion and resisted a quip to educate Shobha that he wasnt debating the end, and was but focused on getting the means to an end,

"Baby, just trust me." and decided to try the same line he pitched to Bhola, "Sabr kao, baby! Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai!" (be patient, honey. Patience has a sweet fruit.

By now Bhola had made a re-entry helpfully carrying the Bose soundock. Shobha kept quiet, took a deep breath and thought hard about what what she could do. Maybe, I can turn the tables on both these dicks, she thought to herself and gleefully brightened at the thought.

The issue sorted, and domestic consensus reached, Chetan connected his mobile to the sound dock, and busied himself with choosing an appropriate song for the occassion.

Shobha rolled off the bed and decided to take a couple of minutes to brush her hair and touch up her makeup. She decided to retain her kimono but decided to wear a pair of high heels. By now Chetan had selected his songlist and foot-tapping catwalk friendly music was blaring through the speakers. Chetan dimmed the lights to the room to get the mood right. Shobha walked to the far end of the room, and took a couple of deep breaths to get into the mood herself. She mentally lined up the stretch of the bedroom she was going to walk down, and asked the boys to clear the path and step back. She had done a catwalk at fashion shows in her college days, but it seemed bizarre - and also a turn on - to do this in the house in front of her husband and a very horny male servant.

Fuck it, she thought, just let me go with the flow!

 

[DAIYANE]

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 of her hips - against something that didn't need much practise for her to perfect. After walking the stretch of the bedroom and back a couple of time, she paused, hands on her hip, head tilted back, lips pouting, struck a couple of poses and without breaking a stride even threw in a couple of kisses to the hooting men. Bhola had been clapping his hands lustily and when Chetan began whistling, two fingers hooked to his lips, Bhola joined in and gave an even better and lustier whistle. After all, he had plenty of practice in the front benches in the theatres in Jharkhand in his teenage days. Watching a sexy Shobha haughtily walk the stretch in her high heels, bare thighs and gyrating hips challenged him to bring out his hootiest best. He didn't disappoint.

Just when Shobha thought she was done, Chetan had another surprise.

"Baby, let’s end with a strip tease!"

Without missing a beat, he began playing Joe Cocker's "You can leave your Hat on" from the movie Nine and a Half Weeks.

Shobha was getting into the mood and was equally determined to give it back. She had no intention of doing a full monty but was quite cool about stripping down to her lingerie. She was also now getting turned on with the prospect of teasing two leering men.

She cast her mind back to Kim Bassinger's moves in the movie and felt she could raise the performance standard. She repeated her catwalk, and came to a halt just a few feet from the two men. Standing still, she twisted and rotated her waist and struck a few poses while playing with the sash on her kimono. She teasingly opened the kimono, gave the men a quick peek before striking another pose and wrapping the sash back.

And then finally with a flourish, just as the song ended, she threw off her kimono completely on the bed, bent her back, and hands on the hips, struck a pose clad in just her black bra and inner wear.

"Statue!", said Chetan at the exact moment that the music came to a halt.
The room was filled with complete silence. Chetan reached out and turned the lights back brighter.

Shobha stood immobile like a statue, hands on her hips, one knee slightly bent, head angled and looking past the men at the corner of the room, breasts thrust out. Even Chetan sucked his breath and stayed frozen - Shobha looked like a sculpture from Ajanta except that she was clad in just bra and panties.

"Statue" was a game Shobha and Chetan played in the early days of their marriage to spice up their sex life. When one of them said "statue", the other had to freeze for two minutes. In that two minutes, the other partner calling "statue" was free to do anything to the statue’s body but immobility had to be maintained by the statue. The game led to delicious outcomes, but in subsequent years as commonness of marriage set in, and especially after motherhood happened, the game was forgotten.

Till now.

This time they had an extra player thrown in.

Bhola was the first to react at the frozen erotic spectacle. "Saheb, Shobha bhabhi ekdum must maal lag rahein Hain" , he said unmindful that Shobha may be frozen as a statue but was within earshot. Andd then turning to Chetan, his eyes bright and shining in lust, Bhola asked, "Saheb, bhabhi ko haath lagaoon?" (Saheb, Shobha bhabhi is looking like a bomb. Can I touch her?")

Staying immobile like a statue, her gaze focused beyond the two men, eyes unblinking, Shobha gave no sign of having heard Bhola. A speechless Chetan took a few seconds to nod. This wasn't part of his script, and he had thought of it almost at the last moment but it wasn't a bad finale to the catwalk at all and he was glad that Shobha had caught on quickly. Separately, Chetan also noted with satisfaction that Bhola had addressed the question to him and not to Shobha.

Bhola, his heart beating wildly, got up from the armchair and gingerly approached Shobha. She stayed immobile like a statue, eyes staring into the distance and ignoring an approaching Bhola. Bhola, childishly and gleefully waved his hands in front of Shobha’s face.

Shobha didn't blink, playing her part of a statue to the hilt.

Bhola felt encouraged and circled his bhabhi now boldly and shamelessly drinking in the sight of every square inch of her exposed skin as he walked around her. Shobha’s chest was heaving a little bit with the excitement of the catwalk and the exertion of the strip tease. The black bra fitted her snugly and accentuated her breasts firmness and shape. There was generous cleavage on display and Bhola lasciviously peered at the cleavage disappear into the bra. The bra moulded itself around her alluring globes. Bhola got closer to the cleavage, his nose a few inches away from Shobha's gently heaving bra-covered bosom as if examining the skin for any blemishes. Gingerly, and mustering courage, he touched Shobha's right breast over the bra with a stretched index finger and feeling for the spot where he judged the nipple would be. And repeated the touch for the other breast.

Shobha, the statue did not move.

Encouraged, the lad dipped his finger between the bra and the breast, following the curve of the cleavage. Her skin felt warm and firm to touch and he felt a shiver of excitement. The bra was snug and fitted tightly to the globes. Bhola's finger disappeared a couple of inches inside the bra and touched the nipple.

The nipple was erect.

Bhola teased the erect nipple with his index finger. It felt firm like a rubber tip. For a moment, he felt like grabbing the breasts with both hands. Something told him the spell would break, and he would in any case get a chance later.

His gaze shamelessly and boldly traveled down her flat and fair stomach, the alluring cavity of her bare navel and the curve of her waist. The matching black panties formed a snug triangle at the junction between her thighs. As he walked around behind her, he saw she had a smooth, fair back with the thin black strap of the bra again contrasting with the smoothness of the skin on the back. He checked out the way the back of the panty moulded to her ass cheeks.

He stuck his finger where he judged her anus would be and rubbed the cloth of the panty at the spot. Shobha flinched but just a wee bit.

His perambulation completed, Bhola reached out with an index finger to touch Shobha's lips. Her lips were luscious and moist. She continued to look past him and didn't move or bat an eyelid. Encouraged, he pushed his finger in between her lips. Shobha parted her lips, and his finger went into her mouth.

"Two minutes up!" Chetan announced.

Shobha broke her statue spell, and smiled back at Bhola. That startled Bhola a bit and he stepped back, disappointed.

 

[DAIYANE]

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 put his arms lightly on her waist. Then sliding down his arms, he encircled his palms with Shobha's locking both her palms in his.

"That was awesome, honey!", he gently whispered into his wife's ear. "The audience would now like to thank you for your performance. Please accept a token of our thanks". Shobha smiled at her husband.

She hoped the vote of thanks was not all she would get in appreciation for being a sport.

"Bhola, apna pant utaro!", (Bhola, take off your pants!) Chetan said loudly and firmly to Bhola.

Bhola quickly took off his pants, and stood in just his striped underwear facing both Shobha and Chetan. He had a distinct bulge that invited scrutiny from both Shobha and Chetan.

Chetan was was meanwhile caressing Shobha's waist with the finger tips of his left hand, while still holding her right palms in his right hand and standing behind her nuzzling her neck and shoulder. His lelt hand index finger traced the gentle cavity of Shobha's belly button, while his right palm, gently holding Shobha's right palm moved up and caressed her right breast over the bra.

"Bhola, apna underwear utaro". (Bhola, take off your underwear)

Bhola kicked off his underwear and now stood stark naked in front of the couple, his thick dark cock rising at half mast. He had previously taken Shobha's instructions on grooming etiquette for the evening and had shaved completely. That had the effect of making his erect organ seem more prominent than before. Still nuzzling Shobha's neck on the left side of her shoulder, Chetan felt her draw in her breath sharply and she took in the sight of the handsome specimen of manhood now on display.

"Bhlola, pass aao!" (Bhola, come closer)

Bhola, his heart beating wildly, stepped forward. He was now less than a foot away from Shobha, facing her and Chetan was standing behind Shobha gently caressing her. Bhola's own nakedness in close proximity to his mistress and her husband now made him feel suddenly shy. He couldn't make eye contact with Shobha standing just a few inches in front of him and clad only in her bra and panties.

Still holding Shobha's right palm in his, Chetan guided Shobha's hand and moved it to touch Bhola's half-erect cock. Both Shobha and Bhola audibly drew sharp breath. Bhola's cock twitched suddenly, and Shobha's fingers freed themselves from Chetan's hand and they curled around Bhola's shaft. This was the same grip she used a week back in her interlude with Bhola, though her husband probably didnt know it. The cock felt hot to touch just as she remembered it. Bhola let out a hiss at the contact of Shobha's hand with his erect blood gorged organ. Shobha's gaze was now focused on Bhola's thick brown cock, and she slowly traced its girth and hardness moving her fingers along the curvature. She was careful not to make any sudden moves, or squeeze too hard - she didn't want a happy ending too soon.

Chetan continued to rest his chin on Shobha's left shoulder while gently kissing her neck. and earlobes His fingers, now freed from Shobha's, gently scratched the side of her waist. His finger dipped inside her panty and pushed deep. The finger parted Shobha's thick pussy lips and found satisfaction in discovering wetness. He then shifted his palms to gently massage her buttocks.

Seeing that Shobha was comfortable at the buildup of sexual tension, Chetan dropped his own underwear and used one free hand to remove it and toss it away.

The two completely naked men drew closer to Shobha, encircling her from her front and the back. Shobha continued to be clad in her bra and panty, stood still except for her fingers which were hard at work.

At least, they were working on something hard.

Her husband standing just behind her, his arms lightly caressing her waist at the outline of her panty and nuzzling her neck while her handsome servant, his cock proudly erect , was standing in front of Shobha and was getting his cock gently massaged by her.

Chetan unhooked Shobha's bra from behind and slipped the thin straps off her shoulder.

 

[DAIYANE]

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 lightly rubbing Shobha's belly and navel, and the touch was enough to send delicious pinpricks through Shobha's body.

Bhola happily caught hold of Shobha's bra by the strap and pulled it down. Chetan had unhooked the bra from the back, and slipped the straps down her shoulders;. So when Bhola tugged at the bra, it came off easily . Bhola, his eyes wide and heart beating wildly, let the bra drop on the floor and stared at his bhabhi.

Her magnificent breasts now freed from the bra, stood firm without a sag. The globes were large, well proportioned and symmetrical and the nipples coin sized with an erect brown areola. Bhola had seen the sight before, and it seemed even more erotic now in a brightly lit room and with her husband standing just behind her. Shobha had her head nested against Chetan,. Her eyes were still half closed in a dreamy way, and she continued caressing Bhola's cock in a slow lazy way.

"Sss...Saheb....Bhabhi ko tttt.ttt touch karoon?" (Saheb, can I touch Bhabi?), stuttered Bhola, his eyes now locked into the sight of Shobha's mammaries. Chetan noted with some satisfaction that the request for permission was addressed to him, and not to the owner of the body.

Chetan nodded granting approval.

Bhola gleefully reached out with both hands to grab Shobha's naked breasts. They felt warm to touch and surprisingly very firm. He first pinched her nipples, one after the other and then both together. Shobha winced but smiled gently and this seemed to only encourage him. He fiddled with the erect nipples, holding them between his thumb and index finger and then turning them clockwise and then anti-clockwise as if they were radio dials. He then grasped both breasts by the underside, lifting them gently as if weighing them. They felt full and firm. He then squeezed one breast, and then the other as if squeezing a rubber ball.

Meanwhile Shobha continued to tease and torment Bhola's cock. The rhythm of her ministrations matched with the way Bhola was playing with her boobs.

Chetan brought his lips close to Shobha's ears and in a whisper so that Bhola couldn't hear, asked her the question he was curious about.

"Baby, do you want to take his cock into your mouth?"

 

[DAIYANE]

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 now to move the act to the final scene.

He pulled down Shobha's panties. She helped him, lifting one leg and then the other but not letting go of Bhola's cock. Bhola wide-eyed followed the descent of Shobha's panties as her husband pulled it down. Her jet black silky pubic hair jumped into view contrasting with the golden light reflected on her skin. The pubic hair seemed to glisten with tiny beads of moisture from the wetness of her pussy. Chetan noticed the damp spot on her panty as he pulled it off. Instead of tossing away the garment, the husband gave his wife's panty to their servant. Bhola let go of Shobha's breasts and began sniffing Shobha's panty. Chetan's own cock was now erect and pressing against Shobha's ass.

Chetan took advantage of Bhola's release of Shobha's breasts and picked her up in his arms. Shobha let go of Bhola's cock, and let herself go limp in Chetan's arms. Chetan threw her on the bed on her back for the second time that night. Quickly, he crawled over on all fours, naked, to take position by her head. He quickly held her by her hands and began kissing her on the mouth. At the same time, he gestured to Bhola to join them on the bed. Bhola obliged, dropping the panty presumably for attention later, and crawled onto the bed.

Shobha spread her legs wide signalling to Bhola the position he should take.

"Bhola, Bhabho ko chato. Bilkul jaise pehle kiya tha!", commanded the husband. (Bhola, lick bhabhi. Exactly like before!)

Bhola, on all fours, obliged readily. The pussy was joyously wet and oozing, with her feminine odour now driving him crazy. Shobha had spread her thighs shamelessly wide allowing free access. Bhola noted the brown and thick pussy lips, and hiding within the lips , saw the pink coloured opening to her vulva jump into view. This was his gateway to heaven. For a horny twenty-something sex starved male from Jharkhand, his throat went dry and his cock twitched at the sight. Bhola lowered his head between Bhabhi's legs and attacked her pussy with his tongue.

Shobha arched her back as Bhola went slurp, slurp, slurp...... Chetan stopped kissing Shobha on the mouth and raised his head to soak in the erotic spectacle of his wife being eaten by her handsome servant. He added to her ecstasy by squeezing her breasts the way Bhola was doing earlier. Bhola himself didn't seem like a novice. After all, he had made his acquaintance with babhi's pussy a week back - though her husband probably didn't know it - and had just completed a dry run a short while back. All this practise helped him raise his game, and bhabhi seemed to be thoroughly appreciative judging by the moaning sounds emanating from her.

And saheb seemed to be indulgently encouraging his effort. It couldn't get better than this!

Chetan sensed, yet again, that Shobha was nearing climax and tapped Bhola on his shoulder to stop. His jaw wet and smeared with the juices from Bhabhi’s pussy, the young lad looked up. Realizing that this was an interruption and not a termination of the activity, he sat back on his haunches. Chetan noticed that Bhola's cock was erect with a prominent bulging knob-like tip.

Shobha slapped her forehead and groaned at this torment. "Jaanu, mein mar jaoongi..... dont be so cruel!", (Darling, I will die!) she pleaded, writhing on the bed. Chetan had to hide his glee at her sexual distress. He waited for her ardour to cool a bit, continuing to massage her breasts, and then felt it was time to ask her the big question.

"Jaanu, do you want Bhola to fuck you now?"

Shobha whined in exasperation and said in a little girl tone, "Of course, Jaanu..... Yeh bhi kya poochne ki baat hai?" (Is this even worth asking?!)

Chetan brought his mouth close to Shobha's ear, and told her, "So ask me nicely, baby"

Shobha moaned in her baby girl tone, "Yes, Jaanu, I want Bhola to fuck me."

"No, that wont do! Ask me nicely!"

In that state, Shobha would have agreed to say or do anything Chetan wanted her to. Her pussy was on fire, and she was writhing on the bed on her ass, rubbing her thighs together. Chetan continued to squeeze her breasts and a bemused Bhola, seated on his haunches on the bed, hands on his knees watching the couple and was trying to make sense of the family mini-squabble. He happily noted his name mentioned, and sensed someone was pleading for his case.

Shobha tried to get the words right slowly, "Jaanu, can Bhola fuck me?"

"Say please", insisted Chetan.

Shobha gritted her teeth and pleaded, "Please, Janu, Please..... Can Bhola fuck me?"

"Once more! And loudly this time!"

An exasperated Shobha shouted, "Jaanu, please can Bhola fuck me now?"

Chetan smiled. This felt good to hear. "Go ahead, baby!".

And then to Bhola, "Bhola, Bhabhi ko chodoge?" (Bhola, wll you fuck your mistress?)

Bhola's face lit up with joy. Without waiting for further invitation, he lined himself up between Shobha's legs and brought his thick cock up against her pussy.

Shobha hadn’t lost all her wits. She wanted to make sure that Bhola didnt come across as being on familiar territory. She raised her head, eager to guide his cock. Bhola did need that help. He had done Bhabhi more than a couple of times last week, but never in missionary style. It didn't seem difficult, but he was glad when bhabji's eager hand grabbed the tip of his thick swollen cock and escorted it to the valley of pleasure.

With a deep breath and in a single stroke, Bhola's cock parted Shobha's pussy and went in all the way.

"Unnnnhhhhhhhhh.......Uuuuiii", Shobha moaned with pleasure, her eyes closed and drawing in a deep breath. Her hands stretched out, looking for Chetan, found his hand and gratefully intertwined her fingers tightly with his.

And Bhola began pumping.

 

[DAIYANE]

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 wasn't the first time that Bhola was fucking his bhabhi, but this was the first time he was doing it in old fashioned missionary position. The position gave him much better mobility, and being able to see Bhabhi's round breasts flapping in rhythm as he shoved his cock in and out of her pussy was all the motivation he needed. He was also able to pump deeper and harder in this position.

Chetan gazed at the sight before him. His naked wife had her head between his own naked thighs. Hie own erect cock was pointing in the air, and just a few inches away from Shobha's face and mouth. But she wasn't focused on him. Or his cock .Her eyes were staring unseeingly at the ceiling, her magnificent breasts naked and glistening in the yellow golden light of the bedroom. Her nipples were fully erect.

And the cause of this condition was the young handsome stud from Jharkhand, whose thick dark brown swollen cock was going like a piston in and out of Bhabhi's pussy. The shaft was beginning to glisten with reflection from the bedroom light on the wetness that it picked up from her wet pussy. Bhola's hands were on either side of Shobha's waist, pressed hard on the bed to give him leverage and his lithe back was arched upwards, his broad chest and strong shoulders - muscled but not too bulging - and his back tapering off into small, tight, rounded buttocks a lighter shade of brown compared to the rest of his back.

Bhola looked like a greek statue come to life, carefully sculpted and now copulating with his delirious mistress.

Chetan was observing carefully. His young athlete, he realized, was running a sprint when he should be pacing a marathon.

"Dheere, Bhola! Dheera! Yeh T20 match nahim hain, abhi to tumhe test match khelna hai", Chetan placed a hand on Bhola's shoulder to slow him down.

Bhola was looking down on Shobha's contorted face. He now looked up at Chetan, but his eyes were glazed and his pelvis still going like a piston drilling into Shobha's pussy. He showed no sign of having heard his coach's advisory.

Chetan let go of the restraint on Shobha's palms, and slapped Bhola firmly on his cheek twice - not too hard, but hard enough to break through the fog in his lust-laden brain.

Chetan paused suddenly in mid-hump, and looked at Chetan who evidently seemed annoyed with him but relieved that he had the young stud's attention. Chetan mimed slow motion movement with his palms to cue Bhola the slow pace he wanted Bhola to pump.

"Dheere, Bhola, Dheere!", Chetan broke his words into syllables, (Slow! Bhola, Slow!)

Bhola over corrected for the instructions. And stopped completely mid-stroke, looking at Chetan for the next cue.

Chetan slapped his forehead.

Lying below Bhola, and her head ensconced between Chetan's thighs, Shobha shrieked at the rude and sudden interruption.

"Bijli chali gayi kya?! Jaanu, what the fuck is this! " (Did the power just go off?!), and then calming down a bit, "Janu, cant you just let him do me without applying the brakes!"

But Bhola was a fast learner. He learnt that the game was to tease and torment, and not to just hump and pump. Chetan cued him, "Bhola, tumhe bus toh nahin pakadni hai na?" (You dont need to catch a bus, do you?!).
Like an orchestra conductor, Chetan used his hands to indicate when Bhola should speeden up, and when he should slow down!"

For Shobha, this was a new experience. She was by nature used to exercising control. This was in built into the deep exhibition streak she had. She derived a sense of power by displaying, offering and withholding her femininity to men around her, including her husband.

The urge and desire to sexually dominate at various times resulted in behavior that would seek her to tease, shock, seduce males around her.

This evening, things were running differently. Both men, acting in tandem, had ganged up on her and her writ was not working. The only consolation was that her husband appeared in control.

Shobha gave up trying to suggest an alternate script, and let her body respond to the rhythm of Bhola's pumping. At Chetan's command, Bhola slowed down and to an almost slow motion pace. To both Chetan and Bhola, this meant the slow sight of Bhola's cock penetrate and Shobha's thick, wet pussy lips and pulling back. Bhola slowly pulled out his entire cock from the pussy. Shobha's pussy lips squeezed the cock, reluctant to let go and it came out with a small "pop" sound. Bhola lost no time in slowly inserting the cock back into the pussy. For Bhola, this was a new experience and he realized the slow motion pumping gave him a chance to soak in the visual details of his bhabi's named body in the throes of passion, and gave him a much greater sense of control.

Shobha could finally take no more of it and grabbed Bhola's round, tight buttocks hard with her fingernails, leaving angry scratch marks on his brown skin and began moving her own pelvis up and down to make up for Bhola's lack of kinetics.

In a distant part of Shobha's passion-racked brain, she realized the irony that a week back, Bhola had mauled and ravaged her body by the brute force of his coupling, and now it was she who was scratching and squeezing Bhola demanding urgency and vigor.

Finally, as both men watched in fascination Shobha began to spasm and contort. She began to gasp for breath. Her eyes shut tightly, she tossed her head back and her naked body began trembling uncontrollably as waves of orgasm swept over her.

And finally peace descended on her.

 

[DAIYANE]

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 gloating look that comes for men with the vanity of having served a large orgasm for their woman.

Never mind that there was teamwork involved here.

Still on her back on the bed, a naked and glowing Shobha smiled at both men. She also noticed that both men still sported a hard-on. She curiously looked from one cock to the other, making a mental comparison.

Bhola's cock was thick, with a shaft the colour of chocolate brown and had a round knob of lighter shade of brown at the tip. The neighbourhood to the cock was clean shaven, but instead of giving his apparatus a neat freshly scrubbed look, it accentuated the bulging veins and leathery texture of the shaft which could not hide its working class character. Distinctly hard working, weather beaten and rugged - that’s what the cock signaled about its owner. It was the kind of cock, a woman would like to package into a handbag, and would love to show off at a kitty party where it might draw a mix of giggles and envious looks.

If you looked past the hairy convexity of Chetan's belly, you saw that he had a fair, nearly pinkish cock. The mix of baby pink complexion and blue veins gave it a posh upper class look. Unlike Bhola, the foreskin covered the full length giving it a sausage appearance. You could make out by the cock that its owner was sophisticated, genteel and likely to be found travelling business class or someone you would encounter in a five star hotel. Definitely white collar, without much exposure to the weather, the organ seemed accustomed to being bathed in milk and honey. Definitely the kind of cock, whose owner - if you had a choice - you would love to introduce to your grandmother, confident that you would get her approval.

Shobha's contemplation of the anatomical diversity of male genitalia discoverable in proximity of her immediate neighbourhood was cut short with both males stretching out and taking station on either side of her nude body. Both seized common interest in her breasts and began subjecting it to competing ministrations but contrasting styles.

 

[DAIYANE]

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 kneading dough in the kitchen but this initiative from him definitely brought her more pleasure. Despite having drowned in a shattering orgasm minutes back, she found herself getting aroused once again.

Chetan's approach was more akin to a maestro, and one who had been around the block a few times unlike his less experienced rival occupying territory on Shobha's left breast. Lying down adjacent to Shobha, he cupped her chin with his palm turned her towards his face and gave her a deep kiss. His fingers then teased Shobha's right breast, outlining the nipple with an index finger that he moistened by first inserting in her mouth. His fingers then traced the curve of the lower part of her breast, taking care to stay away from the other breast yielded to the younger rival. The fingers then caressed her abdomen, played with the gentle cavity of her navel, traversed the silky forest of Shobha's sparse pubic hair, parted her thick and wet pussy lips and made a pit stop at the clitoris. Using his three fingers, Chetan massaged and teased the swollen bud. His mouth then latched on to Shobha's nipple and gently bit the areola.

Shobha shuddered at the multiple assaults on her naked body. Two horny men we simultaneously sucking, locking, squeezing and massaging her erogenous zones. In a few minutes, Chetan sensed that she was nearing a second climax and this time, he let nature take its own course and made sure he was kissing her and fingering her pussy when Shobha erupted in another noisy climax.

"Uuuui...maaaaa......", Shobha again arched her back, eyes tightly shut and each of her hands clutching tightly the head and hair of her two lovers. As Shobha erupted in a noisy orgasm for the second time in ten minutes, Bhola was watching in fascination her facial contortions and the way her magnificent naked body was spasming. In his earlier sexual episode with Shobha, the young lad was crazed by the selfish but powerful instinct to quench his own lust, and hadnt paid much attention to the satisfaction of the female partner. He now watched and observed, realizing that sexual power could be commanded by the male by withholding one's climax and tormenting and teasing the female partner to push her over the abyss of feminine bliss.

The young lad was getting a masterclass on sex.

 

[DAIYANE]

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 introduction of a virile, and docile - or so he thought - male into the mix, Shobha seemed to have re-ignited her latent streak of exhibitionism. The spark had led him - and Shobha - to push the sexual boundary beyond passive exhibitionism. The resulting flames from exhibitionism seemed to produce heat and lust beyond what he had previously contemplated. The flames had resulted in Shobha and he orchestrating a threesome, and resulting in Shobha getting fucked by a handsome virile male in his presence. The trick, he mused, was to keep the flames under control. They were still an upper-class couple, well recognized in social and professional circles, though they might be now locked down for the time being. He had to make sure the threesome remained an experience that didn't spiral out of control.

All that pondering aside, he still had a hard-on and sensed it was now beginning to slowly wilt. He craned his neck and peered past the voluptuousness of Shobha's naked and heaving breasts as she lay recovering from her second orgasm and saw that his rival's organ was suffering similar fortunes.

As Shobha's breathing returned to normalcy for the second time that evening, she too sensed with gratitude that her male partners had been selfless in catering to her pleasure. They deserved a treat.

She decided to take things into her own hands.

Literally.

Shobha reversed her lying down position so that she was now facing the naked men, though still lying between them. Bhola helpfully assisted her with a couple of pillows to support her back so that she was half reclining. She adjusted her position so that each of her ankles was locked into the armpit of each of the men. This also caused her to spread her thighs wide exposing her pussy obscenely to the two men. The two men continued to lie down but facing her now, and they too adjusted a pillow under each of their heads to enjoy the erotic view. Shobha slid down a couple of inches so that her waist was now between the hips of the two men.

Comfortably ensconced in a half-reclining position, her feet locked in the armpit of the two men, her naked breasts up for display, her legs parted exposing her pussy to the two pairs of male eyes, she now reached out and grabbed both cocks simultaneously one in each hand.

Holding one cock in each hand, she started rhythmically squeezing and pulling the two shafts in perfect unison.

 

[DAIYANE]

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, squeezing the breast and pinching her erect nipple. Shobha had her back supported against a pile of pillows, her foot giving her leverage against the shoulders of the two men, her knees partly pulled up and spread apart and her glistening pussy, still dripping with juices from two orgasms opened up for inspection to the two men, and firmly giving both a hand job.

This continued for about five minutes. Chetan was the first to sense that he was about to .cum, and didnt want to do so before his male rival. He reached out to cover Shobha's grip over his cock with with his own hand. Shobha quickly realized her husband's imminent climax and sensed he didnt want it to end this way without a fuck. Also, her hands were beginning to tire.

The time for foreplay was over. Shobha wanted to get back to fucking.

The dilemma was who should she fuck first? Her husband or her lover?

Shobha made her choice. In a single, smooth action, she got off her half-reclining position and straddled Chetan's waist. Still holding Chetan's cock and letting go of Bhola's cock, she adjusted the angle of her hips and slowly lowered herself on Chetan's erect cock. Chetan drew a deep breath not just in elation at being the chosen consort for copulation but also because he felt his cock part his wife's tight pussy lips and slither into her tight tunnel. Bhola watched, his eyes wide open. Shobha had done the same favour to him last week, but watching her do it to her husband in front of him, and watch her take in her husband’s cock, and see the cock slowly disappear into her pussy was a million times better than the sleazy porn shows he had watched in smelly dimly lit theatres. Shobha initially ignored him completely. She leaned forward, her full breasts crushed against Chetan's hairy chest and she kissed Chetan on the mouth. Both husband and wife sucked each other's lips hungrily, with Bhola staring wide-eyes and just inches away.

Chetan broke the kiss first. He held Shobha's head between his hands, looked at her lovingly, caressed her thick black hair that was partially covering her face as she lay over his chest. His cock still snugly parked into her pussy, Chetan lovingly tucked in Shobha’s wayward locks of hair behind her ears. Shobha smiled at him and they both touched their nose tips together more like romantic teenagers and oblivious of the leering servant.

Chetan discreetly pulled her head aside and whispered softly into her ear that was away from Bhola.

He asked Shobha the same question for the third time that evening.

"Baby, do you want to take his cock into your mouth?".

Shobha shook her head once again, "No Janu", she said softly, and then whispered after a pause, "Not now".

She then raised herself and looked at Bhola finally giving him her attention. Ever since Shobha chose to favour Chetan’s cock over Bhola’s, our lad from Jharkhand was feeling a bit left out and the intimate from the tete-a-tete and romantic canoodling between the husband and wife made him feel jealous. He may have been a servant but even servants have egos. Even when he, their servant, had been invited to share the marital bed with an upper class couple for that evening.

Resigned to his fate, he consoled himself that the evening still had plenty of promise and if the dish was as good as what was on offer - he had the sexy bhabhi in mind, of course - he wasnt complaining about having to settle for left overs.

What Shobha did next made him feel much better and raised his drooping spirits. Not to mention his drooping staff.

With her husband's cock still nestling snugly in her pussy, and continuing to straddle him, Shobha leaned across and kissed Bhola on the mouth. Chetan reached out for Bhola's hand and placed on his wife's exposed breast. The young lad greedily began squeezing the globe as if it were a long-lost rubber ball that he has just found, and simultaneously began sucking bhabhi’s lips. Shobha opened her mouth and let Bhola's tongue lap hers.

Still wet-kissing Bhola, and moaning with the way Bhola was squeezing her breasts, Shobha raised her waist and began humping her husband.

Chetan reached and grabbed Shobha's naked buttocks, helpfully supporting her up and down bobbing movement while also watching his naked wife play tongue hockey with her lover who was also squeezing her breasts lustily.

Puchack-Puchack-Pachack
Shhhhmoooch.....
Ummmmmmmm.....

The room was filled with the sounds of Shobha's buttocks slapping against Chetan’s thighs, the slurping sound of her kissing Bhola and interspersed with her moaning. After several minutes of humping, Chetan tried another variation. Holding Bhola by the neck, he gently pushed the lad to break the kiss with his wife and instead suck her breasts. Bhola welcoming of coaching interventions all through the evening, welcomed the change and began sucking as noisily as he was kissing earlier. This now left Bhola's hands idle, and Chetan guided him to Shobha's pussy to just where her pussy lips began. Bhola began caressing the thick and moist pussy lips, but did not know much of what else to do. With perfect husband-wife coordination, Shobha took over from where Chetan left off. Holding Bhola's fingers in her hand, she guided him to her swollen clitoris and began cuing a rubbing motion. Bhola had been a fast learner on all matters sexual, and realized that he should start doing with his fingers the same magic he had rendered to bhabhi with his mouth that evening last week in his room just before bhabhi took his virginity.

Bhola began rubbing Shobha's clitoris while simultaneously sucking her breasts. Shobha, impaled on her husband’s cock, began moaning and continued to bounce up and down fucking her husband. Beads of sweat began forming over her forehead, neck and breasts.

Ten minutes later, Chetan felt he was about to burst. He sensed Shobha was still a bit away. He was still holding her buttocks. He quickly put his hands in his mouth, made sure the fingers were coated with dripping saliva, parted Shobha’ buttock cheeks and gently used the wet finger to probe Shobha's anus. even while she was bouncing up and down on his cock. His thick and now wet middle finger partly teased the puckering hole, and as Shobha lowered herself while bouncing, Chetan's wet finger partly penetrated her anus.

Shobha reacted as if hit by an electric shock. Her mouth opened wide in form of an "O", and she half-shrieked and half-moaned. Chetan immediately withdrew the moist finger and now began grazing the sensitive skin between the base of her pussy lips and the anus.

Both husband and wide erupted almost simultatenously into an orgasm.

Shobha had her third orgasm that evening.

Her body shivering spasmodically, her eyes rolling and gasping for breath, she collapsed on top of Chetan's chest with a loud noisy moan,

"Ooooooooo...iiiiiiii...Maaaaaa!!!!!".

Like scores of men before him, Bhola vaguely wondered why some women at that precise moment of sublime sexual bliss vocally invoke their mothers instead of thanking their bed partners for delivering them to their climax.