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

[DAIYANE]

That left Bhola now as the last cock standing.

Shobha had collapsed over Chetan, breathless and sweating but tightly embracing her husband. After a couple of minutes, she rolled over off Chetan. Chetan's cock, now limp and wet and covered with her juices and his semen, pulled out of Shobha's pussy with a faint "pop". Shobha stretched out naked between the two equally naked men. Almost without missing a beat, Shobha's hand reached out and possessively grabbed Bhola's erect cock and began gently massaging it.

Chetan rolled over to his side to watch how his wife would take down the last standing soldier. He was sure it would begin as hand-to-hand combat, but he was curious which party would come out on top.

He didnt have to wait long. Shobha made the first move. Her hair towel that she had discarded earlier that evening after completing her shower, lay at a corner of the bed. Letting go of Bhola's cock, she used the towel to quickly clean up her dripping juices and Chetan's cum from her thighs and pussy.

Then, she straddled Bhola by sitting on his thighs but pulled him up into a half sitting position facing her and tightly embraced him.

Bhola was now sitting naked on the bed, his legs stretched out. Shobha sat astride him, her arms around Bhola's neck, hugging him tightly against her, her breasts squashed against his chest just as Bhola's erect cock was painfully squeezed between both their bellies. Shobha kissed Bhola on his mouth, barely letting him breathe. Bhola responded back with passion, his own arms wrapped around his bhabhi's beautiful back and pulling her tightly against him.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing and both lovers letting their arms explore each others back, neck and shoulder, Shobha broke off.

She held Bhola's face between her palms, touched her nose tip to his and locked her eyes deep into Bhola. Because she was squatting on Bhola's thighs, her face was at level with him. Without breaking eye contact with Bhola, she lifted her waist while resting her weight on her knees. Bhola's erect cock pushed against her thighs. She freed one hand from its clamp on Bhola's cheeks, used it to guide the cock into her pussy and slowly sat down once again, now impaling herself on Bhola's cock. The hot erect cock slithered into her well lubricated pussy and a moan and a sigh erupted simultaneously from both lovers.

Both Shobha and Bhola were sitting on the bed, facing each other, with Shobha's thighs wrapped tightly around Bhola's narrow waist and his cock now buried in her pussy. Her hands went back to holding Bhola's face between them and her eyes again looked deep into Bhola's with her nose tip again back to nuzzling Bhola's.

Both Shobha and Bhola began rocking gently. Very gently and very slowly. At first, both were uncoordinated but like two graceful dancers finding their rhythm in a ballet, their pelvis began grinding into each other in perfect tandem. And eyes stayed locked into each other.

 

[DAIYANE]

Chetan, the husband, found the lovers position evocative of a sculpture from Khajuraho. It was simultaneously both incredibly sexy as well as romantic. Shobha locked her eyes with Bhola. This completely mesmerized the young lad who found it more intimate that the physical penetration his cock had accomplished of his bhabhi's pussy. The gentle rocking of their bodies in tandem - rather than the vigorous humping that Shobha used previously to fuck her husband made their couple seem more divine rather than seem debauched.

And Shobha began cooing to Bhola, while continuing the gentle rocking.

"Mere pyaare Bhola raja", (My dear Bhola) she murmured repeatedly, her slender fingers framing Bhola's slightly sweating face, her mouth intimately close to Bhola's but just refraining from a kiss. Her naked breasts were mashed against his chest. Bhola could feel his bhabhi's erect nipples against his bare chest. His palms massaged her bare back pulling her tightly against him into an embrace.

"Bhola, mazaa aa raha hain na?", (Bhola, are you having fun?) Shobha asked him hoarsely, her eyes locked into his.
Frankly, it was a pointless question. The young lad was visibly inching towards the doorstep to sexual heaven.

"Bhola, bhabhi pooch rahi hai ki tumhe maza aa raha hai ki nahin?", (Bhola, bhabhi is asking if you are having fun) Chetan helpfully amplified the question seeking to play interlocutor between the two lovers. He was stretched out naked next to the intertwined lovers, lying on his side, his head resting on one palm supported on his elbows and the other palm absent-mindedly playing with his flaccid freshly-discharged and sticky cock. He was watching the Khajuraho-like spectacle on his bed. For all you know, he might have been stretched out on the sand in a nudist beach playing with his cock and watching the sunset instead of watching his naked wide copulate with her lover and their servant right next to him on their marital bed.

Bhola always had a struggle trying to make polite social conversation when his libido was engaged in top gear, but this was his master speaking. He found it difficult to break hypnotic eye contact with his mistress who was gently rocking on his naked thigh, while his cock lay buried inside her wet pussy. Our man could manage a feeble effort.

"Haan, saheb", he panted, "Bada maza aa raha hai. Bhabhi ekdum must hain". (Yes, sir. Am having fun. Bhabhi is hot!)
Chetan noted Bhola's limited repertoire of words to describe his mental and physical state. Bhola was interwined with his naked bhabhi in what was looking like an enactment of a long-forgotten posture from the Kamasutra, and a bit more prose would have done justice to the scenery.

"Tumhara toh sapna such ho raha hai na, Bhabhi ko chodne ka?", (It must be a dream come true for you to fuck your bhabhi like this).
Chetan helpfully cued him chancing a bit of coarseness. After all, readers have been previously acquainted with his provenance from Delhi.

Bhola grabbed the conversation opener, "Haan, saheb, bahut dinon se bhabhi ko dekh ke hum pagla jaate the........ bhabhi ekdum garam he....Bhabhi ko chodne ka hamara sapna tha ... Abhi sach hua. Saheb, appko bahut dhanyawad)"
(Yes, sire! I would go crazy watching bhabhi! She is a hot piece! It was my dream to fuck her. Today its come true! Thanks to you, sir!).

The lad had his cock nestling in bhabhi's pussy and he felt giving a vote of thanks to the bhabhi's husband would let him keep his peace for now. Not to mention help him protect his posture.

"Kyon, kabhi bhabhi pe muth mara hai kya tumne?", Chetan baited Bhola with more coarseness. (Have you ever masturbated thinking about your bhabhi?)

"Haan, saheb, bhabhi ko soch ke hum muth marte the. Har raat ko!", (Yes, sir! I used to masturbate while fantasizing about her. Every night!) Bhola confessed naively thinking honesty would get him to conclude this conversation more quickly. After all, he wanted to get back to the business of banging his beautiful bhabhi.

"Suna, Shobha? Tumhara aashiq tumhe sock ke tum pe muth marta tha bechara!", (Did you hear that, Shobha?! Your lover used to fantasize about you when masturbating! The poor guy!) Chetan tagged Shobha into the conversation.

"Bhola, tum toh ekdum badmash ho ........... Koi bhala apni bhabhi ke bare mein aisa sochta hai kya! Naughty boy!", (Bhola, you are an evil man! Does anyone fantasize about their own bhabhi?! Naughty boy!) Shobha slapped Bhola's cheek playfully while continue to rock gently on his cock.

Bhola was meanwhile becoming aware of another strange sensation. Shobha was alternately tightening and relaxing her pussy muscles over Bhola's cock. This unfamiliar and yet delightful feeling, and Shobha's gently rocking motion and her naughty talk made Chetan's cock swell even more. His cock ached deliciously in its captivity, and begged relief. He looked at Shobha. Her hair seemed wild now, and she had a wanton look on her face. Her lips seemed so juicy - so near and yet so far. Shobha wasnt even letting him kiss her. He tried once again, but she put her slender finger coyly between their lips and nudged him back, while continuing to rock gently.

Bhola now began to grow exasperated - he was fully aroused but couldn't have his way with her. These high society niceties be damned, he wanted to just throw a naked Shobha on the bed, flip her around, shove his swollen cock into her pussy from behind and just fuck her violently doggie style. He gritted his teeth and kept up the nicety of rocking back and forth. The effort of having to make polite conversation with the husband was beginning to grate on his nerves.

Bhola's sex partner was forcing him into some silly ball room steps, when all Bhola wanted to do was to dance a wild bhangra
Bhola's sex partner was forcing him into some coy Khajuraho foreplay when all he wanted to do was to fuck her Jharkhand style.
Bhola's sex partner's husband was forcing him to strain his brain with some polite conversation when all he wanted was to grunt and pump.

 

[DAIYANE]

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

She decided to twist the knife further. A n amused Chetan stopped speaking and fiddling with his flaccid cock and watched the sexual tension build up between his wife and her lover. He sensed the bitch in her was beginning to bloom, and was going to charge through the chink he had mischievously opened up in his sexual rival's armour.

"Mere badmash Bhola! Jab muth marte the toh mere bare mein kya sochte the? Bolo, mein bhi toh sunoon!", (My naughty Bhola! When you were shagging, you were fantasizing about me! Tell me about your fantasy! I want to hear more.) Shobha teased Bhola with some baby talk in a little-girl voice. She continued to look deep into his eyes while rocking herself gently, the movement producing gentle to and fro motion on Bhola's cock. She touched the tip of her nose with Bhola's.

Bhola tried to kiss her, but she pulled back like a coy damsel.

Which she most definitely wasn't.

"Haain, bhabhi, aapke muth marta tha! Aaj chod raha hoon!", (Yes, bhabhi! Its true that I would fantasize about you when masturbating.) Bhola voice rose a few octaves as he self-incriminated himself with this confession. Better to brazen it out, he thought, and conclude the distraction.

"Badmash! Naught Boy!". Shobha again playfully slapped him on his cheeks.

This was when Bhola lost it.

There is only so much a full blooded male can take. Especially when a significant percentage of your blood is flowing into your favorite appendage. Here he was, patiently waiting in the queue for fucking the queen of his dreams. He had come so close, but hadn't yet come and he wasn't in a state of mind to appreciate the pun in that thought. First, he had to watch her do some silly catwalk. True, it was sexy as hell but he was forced to sit and clap his hands like it was some silly school play when all he wanted to do was to jump at the bhabhi doing the catwalk, rip her clothes apart and just fuck her right there on the silly catwalk in front of her snooty upper class husband. Then he had to wait with an aching hard-on and get teased while the husband and wife played some dumb statue game. Again, he had to hold himself back and be content with inspecting her in her bra and panties when he was badly itching to just rip her fancy under garments off and shove his cock in. As if that wasn't enough, he had to twiddle his thumb and watch while the husband fucked his hot wife within sniffing distance of him, while had to sit and play audience and that too after he was the one who had warmed her up. And the last straw was now when he finally thought he was getting his turn, and his bhabhi was instead playing coy and giving him some lecture about why he shouldn't shag on her. That that too after her husband made him come up with a premature vote of thanks for a romp that he hadn't yet consummated.

He had his cock inside her pussy but the dame wasn't letting him fuck her.

Instead here she was giving him a moral science lecture. What was this world coming to!

Bhola grabbed Shobha's hands by the wrists, pinned them behind her back and began smooching her wildly. Turning on his full strength, he found he could use just one large left hand to pin both of Shobha's wrists together in a pincer grip. Having freed his right hand, he grabbed her large breasts and squeezed them hard. One after the other. He then pinched her hard on the nipple.

Shobha wasn't entirely caught off-guard. She had sensed the sexual frustration building up in his eyes, and the way his body was stiffening when she rocked back gently. He knew that the way she was using her vaginal muscles to clench and unclench his penis was causing him unease, and the buddha-like posture she was seated in with her legs wrapped around his thighs, he couldn't exercise physical control over her.

Her wrists and breasts hurt, but beyond drawing in a sharp breath, she denied him the satisfaction of a shriek.

Instead, she leaned back away from Bhola, supported her upper body weight on her elbows on the bed, tightened the grip her legs had around Bhola's buttocks and pushed her waist forward. Bhola's cock was till then only half-buried in her pussy. This action caused her to take in the entire cock into her pussy. And she tightened her pussy muscles.

Her facial expression transformed from being a coy, teasing damsel to an angry, domineering bitch.

I wont let you fuck me! This is how I am going to fuck you! That's what her face and body posture seemed to scream at her lover.

Instead of Shobha shrieking, it was Bhola who sucked in his breath sharply with the surprise at this unexpected counter attack.

Bhola wasn't the one to give up so easily. Unable to wrest free from the way Shobha had pinned her powerful thighs around his waist, he subconsciously mirrored her posture. He too leaned back, let go of his hold on Shobha's breasts and rested his upper body weight on his elbows behind his back. When he leaned back to rest on his elbows, his cock withdrew partially from Shobha's pussy. Immediately, he rammed his lower body and pelvis against Shobha’s pelvis. That sudden sharp motion caused his cock to ram hard into Shobha’s pussy.

Puchak!

Both Shobha and Bhola moaned but neither wanting to give the other the satisfaction of audibly doing so.

And that’s how I am going to fuck you, memsahib! Bhola gritted his teeth and said this with his feisty look.

It was Shobha’s turn to repeat the move. With identical effect. After having absorbed Bhola’s hard thrust, she pulled back her waist and this caused her pussy to partially release its grip on his cock. Before he could do anything about it, she rammed back and his cock buried it’s full length back into her pussy.

Both Bhola and Shobha started dueling and duetting in a synchronized and animal like manner. This was pure passion and primal lust in motion. Neither wanted to yield sexual primacy to the other and each had an instinct to take the pole position. Yet in a base and equally primal manner, each knew that they could selfishly get sexual pleasure - and exert dominance - by overpowering the other with sexual delight. Where Chetan was striving to deliver ecstasy to Shobha by caressing and pleasuring her body selflessly, Shobha and Bhola were trying to establish dominance and extract pleasure for themselves by trying to sexually dominate the other’s body.

Chetan watched the sexual combat between two gladiators- each neither asking for quarter nor expecting it. What started as romantic rocking and genteel intertwining of limbs and torso between two lovers became old fashioned carnal humping.Both Shobha and Bhola now descended into undisguised animal-like fucking. Gone was the divine Khajuraho embrace.

This was now a naked virile man fucking an older and classier woman, as if there was no tomorrow.
This was also a bitch in the heat fucking her slave into submission.

Pure lust at its finest!

Shobha and Bhola began both mashing and grinding their waists against each other in an battle crazed manner as if there was no tomorrow. It wasn’t clear who was fucking whom, and that precisely was what was driving the carnal power packed encounter.

Each wanted to fuck the other.

"Ummmmmmm!!"
"AaaaaaaaaaAh"
Ummmmmmm!!"
"AaaaaaaaaaAh"

And then finally, in a frenzied breathless and sweaty crescendo, both erupted into an orgasm at the same time. Bhola felt her Shobha's body tighten, her eyes now rolled back, and her breathing became rushed and noisy. Even in that state, she refused to yield and dug her fingernails into his cheeks leaving angry red marks behind. He redoubled his humping, now tightening the grip he had over her, but his triumph was short-lived. Less than a minute later he too discharged, shooting copious cum into her pussy. Even in that moment of bliss, they did not let go of each other. Like gladiators locked in combat even in their final moments, Shobha rolled on top of Bhola, who pushed her over - and as an awestruck Chetan made room on the bed for the slithering lovers by sliding out of the way - Bhola pushed Shobha down and got on top of her. Only to be pushed down when she rolled over.

Finally, peace was restored as each ended their somersault by coming to a rest side by side, facing each other, legs intertwined around each other, their bodies covered in sweat and panting for breath.

Chetan watched the spectacle with fascination. After a few minutes of shuddering and squirming, once he realized that the last of Shobha's waves of orgasms had subsided, he gently assisted in uncoupling her from the tight embrace from her lover. He lifted her from the lovers body, who now seemed equally spent and breathless, and lovingly helped her lie down next to him. Like an affectionate husband, he bushed her hair carefully off her face - it was sweaty and sticky, and carefully pulled a pillow under her hair.

Shobha, her eyes half-open and half swooning, reciprocated her husband's tenderness with a look of intense gratitude.

No wife could have asked for more.
From her husband and from her servant.
Individually or together.
The lockdown had made them come together in more ways than one.

Definitely she had cum more than once.

 

[DAIYANE]

Am bringing this story to close for now.

Its a good point in the story to think of this as end of Season 1. Finally, the threesome has happened and Shobha has had sex with both Bhola and Chetan, and also together. At the same time, there is potential for this story to carry on. Readers will have noted that Shobha hasnt given a blowjob yet to either Chetan or Bhola, and there is scope for the story to evolve in that direction and explore greater depths of debauchery. Also, Bhola is somewhat peeved, and we havent yet truly seen Bhola in his true colours as yet. Except for what happened that "Jharkhand style" night between Shobha and him, Bhola has been pretty docile. Imagine what could happen if that were to change and Bhola were to morph into the Alpha Male of the house. Actually, I started writing the next epiosode and paused for now since I wont be able to do justice to that direction until I am sure I can commit several more updates to that particular evolution of the plot

So why am I bringing this to a halt and calling it the end of Season 1?
A couple of very different reasons. First and simply, I am expecting some family activity at Diwali time and wont be able to give this thread the sustained attention that I gave it for the last few months. Writing erotica requires lot of effort, and I - like many of the readers here - have a busy professional life. Second, I have been wanting to explore other options for publishing my work and want time to think it through. Maybe I will come back to this site after trying something else but just need a timeout for now.

This was my first attempt at erotica, and I think I enjoyed myself. For maybe ten years, I was a passive reader on the old xossip site. Some months back, I discovered this site and decided to make a start by attempting my own story. I registered myself and started writing my first erotic story. The rest may not be history, but it is certainly this thread :-) and it got 100K views.

I would encourage those who are reading this to give a shot to their writing skills on erotica. There are a few gifted English erotica writers on this site - balagopu, adiv and Madiha agarwal are awesome in their own way, and we need more like them.

Finally, I want to thank the feedback and comments of some readers who's responses kept me going. p_gal, manali bose, Rajesh Sarhadi, khemucha, thanks for your encouragement!

I will keep visiting this thread and maybe comment if there is some activity but I will take a break before I either come back with a Season 2 to this story, or post a new thread.

 

[Infernal_Emperor]

Nice story bro include more characters