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

[DAIYANE]

Opening her wardrobe, Shobha chose to wear a simple but snugly fitting yellow colour full-sleeved full-neck cotton kurti with a tight churidar legging. The kurti flattered her hourglass figure without showing much skin. After two days of debauchery, a traditional attire seemed appropriate. She brushed her hair until it gleamed . She noted that the thin yellow cotton of the kurti revealed the black bra against her fair skin. She added a small black bindi, a dash of sindoor and accessorized it with large traditional earrings.

Sanskari but sexy, she thought and smiled as she twirled and admired herself in the mirror.

She checked on her two-year son who was happily playing with Chetan - a familiar Sunday morning routine. Her husband raised an appreciative eyebrow at his gorgeous wife. After some small talk and gathering his preference for lunch, she retreated to the kitchen even as his eyes appreciatively followed her sexily swaying ass and long legs.

At the kitchen, her heart beat accelerated when she saw Bhola waiting for her. Bhola took in her traditional attire and she felt his gaze lingered a bit longer than usual as he checked our his bhabhi’s snugly covered bosom, before lowering his head.

Shobha had steeled herself for the first occasion in the morning when she would find herself alone with Bhola in the kitchen after their wild romp last night. It was her normal daily routine to meet Bhola in the kictchen in the morning as she planned the menu for the family and gave Bhola errands to run for the rest of the day. Seeing Bhola, a fleeting vision from last night flashed in front of her eyes. She was stark naked, bent over the crumpled bed in his smelly room, her smooth and plump buttocks exposed to him while he grabbed her by her hair and mounted her from behind, his thick brown and hot cock pumping in and out of her pussy. She took a deep breath and pulled herself together and hoped Bhola didn’t notice the shiver that had passed through her body.

Bhola seemed a bit surprised himself at how the slut from last night who had shamelessly tugged his cock and mounted him last night, bouncing up and down wantonly on his cock - a cock that was virgin until then - had now so seamlessly transitioned into a Sati Savitri. Bhabhi now seemed like one of those demure characters from one of Ekta Kapoor’s saas bahu TV serials, complete with bindi and earrings. His slow brain wondered if last night was a mere dream and that daylight has dumped him back into his drudgery. And then the confident memory of Shobha’s panty secretly hidden under the pillow in his bed, and the distinct recollection of the morning conversation dripping with double entendre’s while he served her coffee reminded him that happy days - or happy nights - very much real.

Shobha did not miss a beat. She had to maintain her poise, and that is how she planned to assert dominance and remind him of his true station in her house. Her demeanor must be as if last night had never happened. It’s not that she regretted anything. It’s just that instinct told her that by pretending by daylight that it was just another ordinary day in an ordinary upper middle class household, she got the leverage to engage in licentious adventures by night. And have those adventures only when she chose to do so.

She quickly assigned Bhola his list of chores for the day.

“Bhola, fridge se santra nikalo aur cheel ke juicer mein daal ke juice nikalna” (Bhola, get the oranges from the fridge, peel them and use the juicer to squeeze out the juice)

"Ji Bhabhi", Bhola responded obediently and nodded, but his eyes didn't miss sizing up bhabhi’s boobs. The cut of the kurti flattered Shobha’s breasts and the mounds strained against the fabric. Bhola sighed inwardly and longed to set those boobs free from their containment.

The kitchen in their premium apartment was decidedly classy. It was spacious, had an island design with a kitchen platform and an additional sink at the centre of the kitchen and had a sliding door that opened into the living room. Shobha was on the other side of the island centre in the kitchen as she began slicing tomatoes for sandwiches for breakfast.

Bhola stared at her slender fingers arranging the cut tomatoes carefully between the slices of bread.

“Kal raat ko bhabhi ke yehi haath se mera lund hila rahi thi”, he thought silently as he crossed the kitchen to get oranges from the fridge. He felt the onset of a hardon as images from last night flashed in his head.

He gathered the oranges and deliberately choose to stand on the opposite side of the island centre as he began peeling the oranges. That way he could hide his hardon and also observe her boobs covertly.

The bastard is staring at my boobs, thought Shobha, as she kept her head down slicing tomatoes and ignored Bhola.

Bhabhi, aapke boobs santre se zyaada gol matol aur raseele hain - thought Bhola silently. (Bhabhi, your boobs are larger and rounder than these oranges)

“Bhola, Aata gondhna shuru karo. Lunch mein aaj roti banega" , he heard Shobha say. (Bhola, knead the dough. We will have rotis for lunch)

Aur uske baad, aapko ko kuttiya bana ke yahin isi platform pur chodunga, (And after that I will fuck this bitch doggie style), thought Bhola wickedly.

Shobha's antenna told her Bhola was day dreaming. She could guess what his distraction was. She checked him out from the corner of her eyes. She was again struck by the fact that once he got rid of his facial hair, he was actually quite good looking and had a good physique - strong but not too muscular, well physiqued and definitely very masculine.

Bhola finished squeezing juice from the oranges. He then gathered flour, added water and had began kneading the dough. Something about the way his strong hands were kneading the dough distracted her and brought in lustful thoughts...

Bhola was standing naked in the kitchen, and had disrobed obediently at her command. His thick dark brown cock was erect as she played with it. Her slender fingers caressed the strong shaft, and pulled back the foreskin from the bulbous head. She then made him kneel in front of her. His hands were wrapped around her waist and caressing her ass. She then undid the knot, lowered her churidar, and he eagerly helped pull them down. He kissed her on her panty, and then yanked them down to her ankles. She helped him take them off, by lifting one leg and then the other, balancing herself by keeping her hand on his head. Still kneeling in front of her, he then sniffed her moist pussy And tongued her nether lips. She then pulled him grabbing him by the curly hair on his head, mashing his face against her pussy and making him lick it. She then pulled him up to the kitchen platform, and he humped her.

And then, this image was overtaken by another series of images.

Bhola was still naked but was instead tearing her clothes apart. She wanted to scream but her throat was dry and no sound came out. The strange thing was that she wasn't resisting. She was soon completely naked, and her clothes strewn all over the kitchen floor. She glimpsed her panty on the floor, and her black bra was tossed on the kitchen platform. He was now brutally squeezing her breasts with both hands, much like the way he was kneading the dough on the table. He then caught hold of her thick hair in his fist. She felt her head pulled back. It hurt but her moans were cut off when he covered her mouth with his and began brutally kissing her. He then spun her around, and forced her to bend at her waist over the kitchen platform. She could feel the cold polished granite slab of the platform against her naked breasts. His strong hands roughly squeezed her naked plump buttocks. A thick middle finger probed her anus and then her rubbed her moist pussy. Bent down against the platform, she could feel his thick cock rubbing against her thighs. She spread her legs to accommodate him. His thick cock parted her pussy lips and entered her from behind ...

Shobha shook her head to clear her debauched thoughts, and suddenly realized Bhola was asking her something watching her face closely.

"Raat ka khana,.....kuch special .....bhabhi? Kuch .....tayyar ....rakhen....?" (Food for the night ....something special....shall I keep something ready?). His words were spoken slowly, with suggestive pauses between sylabbles and an octave lower versus his usual speech, leaving her in no doubt about what he was referring to.

She realized his lust was fighting a battle with his servility, and realized confidently this was the limit he would settle at. By daytime, and as long as she maintained her composure and subtly continued to assert her role as mistress of the household, his natural consciousness about his social status would keep him within a lakshan rekha. She also suspected he was scared of Chetan. That suited her perfectly.

She made up her mind.

"Aaj rat kuch nahin, Bhola. Kuch special khana hoga toh bata dungi", (Nothing tonight. If there is to be something special, I will let you know) she said. Shobha walked out of the kitchen carrying the breakfast tray containing sandwiches and juice, to join her husband for breakfast in his study.. He watched her leave the kitchen. Bhola could have sworn that she was exaggerating the way she was swinging her ass as she walked away, balancing the tray without looking back

Shobha left behind a disappointed Bhola, alone in the kitchen and nursing a painful hardon.

 

[DAIYANE]

The day passed rather uneventfully - Bhola hung around just within earshot waiting for a hint or an invitation that never came.

In the evening, Shobha and Chetan were cuddled up in bed watching a web series. Bhola, by then had reluctantly retired to his room for the night, horny and disappointed.

“So how’s Bhola?”, asked Chetan suddenly in the middle of watching the TV.

Shobha paused briefly but only for a moment. “Fine”, she answered evenly and then asked carefully, “What did you mean?”

"Has he recovered from last night?"

Shobha switched off the TV. After all, she made it a point to keep the remote with her at all times. It was just a habit with her, and Chetan had stopped grudging it after six years of marriage.

"You mean, is he OK after the way you treated him last night?", Shobha was playful but accusing and quick to put the fault on her husband.

"OK! OK! Did you tease the poor fellow again today?", Chetan was curious.

"Janu, c'mon ....I dont tease anyone!", she protested, and then added, "...... and I wouldnt do it if you are not around with me".

Shobha turned on her left side towards Chetan and put her chin on his chest. Her right foot now caressed Chetan's foot gently and teasingly. under the warm cover And she added for good measure to remind him, "Janu, remember today morning you said you were OK if I .....you know .....you know ....", she pretended to be embarassed and buried her face in his chest.

"Cmon, say it Baby", Chetan coaxed her softly.

"You said you would be OK if I fucked him", Shobha whispered softly, her hand rubbing Chetan's bare chest and playing with his nipples.

"And when are you planning to do that honey?"

"Pata nahin (dont know)..... gimme a few days to think it over...... You wont mind na....?", and then without giving him a chance to answer, "Promise me you will be around when I do it? Promise?", her fingers reached down, slipped under the elastic of his shorts, traversed the curls of his pubic hair and gently stroked his cock.

"Yes, baby, I already told you I wont mind", and paused and added while caressing her lips with his finger, “I definitely plan to be around when you....you know...do it with him”. Even in the dim light of the bedroom she could see him smile when he said that.

"OK, there's something else I wont mind if you do."

"Tell me baby, what is it?"

"You know, I know my friends do it with their husbands..... I wouldn't mind if you did some dirty talking you know"

"Ummm....thats nice!", moaned Chetan as Shobha gently started giving him a hand job.

Chetan then added, "Ummmm.... so my biwii needs some dirty talk. And I might need some help with dirty talk"

"You mean, you need a helping hand for your dirty talk....maybe like this", Shobha giggled and gently yanked at Chetan's semi-erect cock under the bed cover.

"Ouch!:, protested Chetan.

"And there's something else you know we never do.....", Shobha continued in a wistful tone.

"Baby, what is that ......?"

"We never .... you know.... we never do oral .....my friends are all into it"

"Umm....maybe we could call your friends to show us how to do it", Chetan laughed at his own joke.

Shobha stopped the hand job, and slapped him playfully on his chest.

"ummmm......but seriously ....... I always thought you didnt like it....."

"Not true, Jaanu, thats not fair.....Maybe that was when Bunty was born!"

"Ummm..... next time .....ok"

Chetan thought a bit, then turned over and kissed her lips gently. His hand then grabbed her breast over her nightgown, gently squeezing it.

"Maybe, we could get Bhola to give you a hand to try something new", he whispered softly.

"Baby!”, she protested and squirmed in response to his squeeze.

Chetan continued to massage her ample breasts softly and looked at her suggestively.

"Not now, darling ...... some other time!", Shobha gently lifted his hand from her breast. It still felt a bit sore.

Chetan paused, wanted to say something but held himself back, sighed and turned over to rest on his back.

"But its a promise, ok!"

"Ok, honey, Good night!"

"Good night!"

The lights in the household were turned off for the night as the second weekend of the lockdown came to an end.

 

[DAIYANE]

The next morning, Shobha had her periods.

She was relieved because the forced abstinence would also give her body the time needed to fully recover from the soreness of her last sexual jamboree.
She also knew her libido would rise in the subsequent days, and she hoped the two men in the house would be in the same boat. She smiled to herself as the pun in that phrase struck her and she thought her situation wasn't very different from the visual that the phrase connoted. Two adult men - horny and virile - on the same boat as her - a nubile, sex-hungry and uninhibited woman was a good description of the state in that household during the lockdown, she mused.

Bhola continued to look at her in the kitchen every day with a look that alternated between a puppy looking at a master and a dog looking at a bone. That look alternated depending whether he thought Shobha was watching him or not.

Shobha had no trouble maintaining an imperious attitude with Bhola while supervising his household chores. After all, that attitude came naturally to her. Bhola made clumsy efforts to seek confirmation whether happy days - or happy nights - were going to visit him again, and Shobha drew silent pleasure in ignoring these hints and keeping him guessing. It then occurred to her that her stonewalling might lead him to ventilate his sexual frustration through masturbation. The delicious thought that she might be the subject of his fantasy was outweighed by the desire to ensure he kept his sexual energy bottled up only to be released at her pleasure.

Finally, sometime mid-week, she decided to end his suspense. She caressed his cheek with a long fingernail and whispered to him, "Weekend ko dawat ke liye tayyar rehna", (Be ready for the feast this weekend) and then added in a softer tone, "Aur bhook bacha ke rakhna" (Save your hunger).

Message delivered, she walked out of the kitchen swinging her ass intentionally without giving him a chance to respond. She looked back briefly and saw his face light up like a slow tubelight. Like a kid getting a promise that ice cream would be served for dinner, she thought, giggling to herself. She had been tempted to caress his crotch while walking off - something she used to do with Chetan in the early days of their marriage - but felt it was too much intimacy and too soon for a kitchen setting.

On Thursday morning, she gifted Bhola a razor set, shaving gel and aftershave cologne from Chetan's collection. "Thik se shave karna shuru karo .... aur ek dum poora, samjhe ..... poora", her eyes gesturing that by "poora" she meant his entire body. (Shave properly. And ... all over).

Chetan was an easier kettle to handle, distracted as he was with his bank work. His work during the lockdown was increasingly revolving around long video and phone calls with his clients and the bank, and he would often shut himself up in his study and don his noise cancellation headset for long video calls. After a couple of unwelcome interruptions from Shobha checking on him for lunch, he came up with the simple idea of giving her access to his office calendar and marking out his lunch. Shobha now simply had to check her smartphone to know when Chetan would be immersed in his calls, and when he would be distraction-free. She didn't mind that the former took up much of his time during the week cooped up in the study room.

As Friday approached, Shobha felt the thrill of anticipation. When Chetan told her that his last call for the week would end at 6PM (and her smartphone confirmed the same), she began drawing up plans for Friday evening. It didn't take long for Bhola to sense that Friday evening held the promise of something delicious.

In the afternoon, Shobha announced to him, "Aaj Friday hai. Dawat ke liye tayyar rehna. Dawat saheb he saath hoga". Bhola again felt that the excitement that the Gods were smiling at him, but the repeated reference to saheb joining him for dawat worried him. The optimistic part of him hoped the evening would repeat the same script as last week.

The main course might be in the bedroom, but the dessert - Jharkhand style - would be enjoyed in his own room and in a private audience with the memsaheb, he hoped.

 

[DAIYANE]

As Friday evening drew closer, all three members of the household felt a growing degree of excitement and anxiety that each tried to conceal from the other.

Bhola simply looked forward to another romp with his bhabhi. He had shaved himself completely early in the evening and rid himself of body hair everywhere. Having lost his virginity the previous week, he felt he was now qualified to aspire for a graduation. To do so, he was ready to work hard; most certainly he was very hard for most of the week. His prayer to the gods of Jharkhand was to not let Chetan rain on his parade.

Shobha felt she had all the ingredients with her to write a cookbook for weekend sex - a sex-hungry virile male drooling over her and ready to bend at her command, an indulgent husband who had finally consented to consent, a luxurious house with multiple rooms for her to play out her fantasies and an absolute promise of privacy for the key cast thanks to the lockdown. However, while she had the ingredients, her anxiety came from realizing she didn't quite know the recipe to put it all together.

Chetan felt like the theatre-going audience who knows how the play is going to end, but is more curious about the start and the middle. He was uncertain whether the ticket he was holding was for just watching the play, or whether he was expected to jump on to the stage and join the rest of the cast.

Shobha invited Bhola to join the couple for dinner at the table. Actually, Bhola looked quite dashing. He was wearing one of Chetan's old hand-me-down shirts that Shobha had surreptitiously passed on to him. A year back, driven more by ambition and neglecting the reflection in the mirror in the changing room, Chetan had bought an expensive black silk slim-fit shirt. Realization dawned later that he was neither slim not fit, and the never-used black shirt found its way to the bottom of a pile. It now flattered Bhola's broad and flat chest, even as its previous owner pretended to not recognize his former possession and instead dug his spoon deeper into another round of kheer.

Shobha put her long legs to good advantage during the dinner. She alternated between teasing both men, playing footsie. She twisted and stretched her bare foot under the table, and scratched with her toenail the shin of both men - alternately, of course. The men responded, by turns, rubbing her leg back, not knowing that she was serving both of them as sincerely under the table as she was serving them food on the table. Shobha then raised the game - and her foot - higher and probed the crotch of both men by turns. Chetan noticed that by the time dinner ended, Bhola was in much better cheer - little did he know that his wife had a hand, or more appropriately a foot in it.

 

[DAIYANE]

The threesome then shifted to the wide common balcony that adjoined the living room and the master bedroom and settled down for drinks. Night had settled over the Bangalore skies and it was uncharacteristically warm for an April evening in the city. Chetan setup his portable battery operated Bose blutooth speaker and played some old hindi songs. After about ten minutes of chit chat about Bhola and his family, and his plans, Shobha got up suddenly and announced, "Its hot here. Mein Bunty ko check karke and aur change karke aati hoon"

She disappeared into the bedroom through the sliding door, with two pairs of male eyes lazily following her sexy swinging ass until she drew back the curtains to the bedroom behind her. Both men became aware of each others subject of attention at the same time and felt mildly ambarassed as they caught each others eye.

Bhola felt embarassed but it was not just because saheb had caught him checking out his wife's ass. That ass brought back fond memories of the previous weekend. He remembered bhabhi on her knees, on his bed, alone with him in his room, naked and him holding her by her hair, yanking back her head while his cock was buried and pumping into bhabhi’s pussy. The sight of Shobha’s swinging and retreating ass brought back vivid memories of that episode and he was scared that saheb would read his wicked thoughts.

Chetan felt embarassed that he had joined his servant in checking out his wife's ass, but he also felt that strange kinship that men experience when they have a common object of lust. Never mind that the common object of lust was his own wife. It reminded about how way back in school the back bencher boys in his class shared gleeful looks at each other after checking out the shapely back of the English teacher. The pretty young teacher, writing on the board was unaware that the boys at the back bench were backslapping the winner who had correctly bet on the color of the bra she would be wearing that day.

Chetan recovered faster. He was lazily lounging on the cushioned armchair, his feet up against the balcony railing, cigarette in one hand and scotch in the other.

"Apni bhabi pe badi nazar rakhte ho, kyon Bhola". (You keep a good eye on your madam, dont you?). Chetan had grown up in Delhi where throwing in a snide remark was a fine art.

Bhola saw the the pitch was not conducive for strokeplay and played with a straight bat, "Bhabhi bhi bahut achi hain, aur hamara bahut acha kyhayal rakhti hain. Hamare kaam pe unki nazar rehti hai" (Bhabhi is a very nice person. She takes good care of me. She keeps an eye on my work)

I bet she takes good care of you, thought Chetan drawing in a deep puff and releasing it lazily. And yes, she does have an eye on you, my friend!

"Toh abhi bhabhi ko ghoor nahin rahe the?", he asked in an easy drawl making sure his tone was friendly and not accusative. (So you weren’t staring at your bhabhi just now?)

Bhola realized this this was an easy delivery, and took his chances, "Saheb, mein kahan ghoor raha tha! Mein to dekh raha tha ki bhabhi kahin andhere mein phisal na jaaye.", (Saheb, I wasnt staring. I wanted to make sure she doesnt trip in the dark room) and ended with a flourish at the last moment, "Ghoor toh aap rahe the, saheb!"" (You were the one staring at her, saheb!)

Chetan guffawed loudly, and raised a high five which Bhola joined with a smile.

The ice had been broken between the two men. They went back to being back bench school boys staring at the sexy english school teacher's low cut blouse and back, and commenting on the colour of her bra.

Having thus seen the tendency for the batsman to drawn the batsman out of the crease, Chetan flighted the next delivery. "Waise tumhari bhabhi kaafi hot hai na?!" (Isnt your bhahbi quite hot?!). It more more a comment rather than a taunt.

Bhola felt emboldened. He leaned forward closer to Chetan and whispered conspiratorially, "Ek baat bolein aap se, saheb. Bhabhi ki body bahut must hai. Aap bade lucky hain!".

Chetan could have stumped the batsman and sent him back to the pavilion. But he had no desire to end the innings so quickly. It was more fun to let this batsman continue stroke play at the crease and figure out his technique. He smiled, clinked glasses with Bhola and did a bottoms up. Bhola refilled both glasses dutifully

Bhola then took a large sip. He wasnt used to the high quality stuff and his throat burnt and he felt momentarily woozy. That brought courage and he felt compelled to raise the quality of the conversation.

"Vaise maan na padega saheb, bhabhi must toh hai. Ek dum kadak maal" (I have to say bhabhi is hot! Super hot!), and then realized he had a good chance of clearing the ropes, "Us din aapne bhabhi ko accha choda saheb, ek dum must. Dekh ke bada maza aaya" (That day, you fucked her read hard, saheb. Had a ball watching it!)

Chetan watched him carefully. He blew a puff, and offered his cigarette to Bhola and said, "Toh aaj phir wahi program ho jaaye?!" (Shall we have the same program again tonight?)

Bhola readily grabbed the cigarette offered by saheb. Sharing a ciragatte seemed like a nice invitation to bond. Shared your cigarette today and perhaps you may share your biwi too, he thought. Of course, saheb didnt know that the biwi had already been shared. But Bhola was hungry for more.

Bhola drew a deep puff on Chetan's ciragette and passed it back, "Shubha kaam mein deyri kyon, saheb!" and then went on to ask for more, "Lekin ek shikayat hai aapse saheb" (But I have a complaint saheb)

Chetan knew the fellow was pushing the envelope but he didnt mind. This was getting him excited too.

"Bolo Bhola, kya shikayat hai?" (Tell me, Bhola, what complaint do you have?)

"Saheb, hum bhooke khade hain. Kabhi kuch hamare liye bhi chod dijiye. Dua denge aapko!" (Saheb, I stay hungry. Sometime do leave something for me. You will have my gratitutude!)

"Sabr rakho Bhola. Sabr ka fal meetha hota hai!" (Be patient, Bhola. Patience will give you sweet fruits!)

The two men laughed uproariously, and clinked glasses again.

Still laughing and his belly jiggling, Chetan laid back on his armchair and drew a large sip and closed his eyes, "Sewa karoge toh mewa milega!" (Work hard, and you will get the reward), and laughed again loudly at his own wit. He was still laughing when he realized he was laughing alone and no longer had Bhola's attention.

He opened his eyes, and noticed that Bhola was staring to his right at their bedroom french window sliding door. Chetan followed his gaze.

 

[DAIYANE]

When Shobha walked back into the bedroom leaving the two men alone, she had closed the glass door and pulled the curtain. behind her. Like many apartments, the sliding doors from the bedroom to the balcony had two curtains - a thick night curtain and a thin linen day curtain. The thick curtains were open, and the thin curtains had been drawn up. When the bedroom was dark inside, it didn't make a difference and the thin curtain blocked out everything from outside.

After putting their son to sleep, Shobha had dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower. The shower done, she had now come out into the bedroom, clad in a single white towel wrapped around her body and another small towel around her head. Finding the bedroom dark, she had switched on the yellow bedroom lamp next to the bed bathing the entire bedroom in golden yellow light.

The thin linen day curtain immediately transformed into a transparent sheet giving the two men a peek at what was happening inside the bedroom.

It seemed Shobha didnt know the thin curtain didnt offer privacy. Or didnt care.

Shobha dropped her body towel and began drying herself. Her shapely breasts, her plump curvaceous ass, flat stomach and long legs could be seen in silhouette from outside by the men lounging in the balcony. The drying done, Shobha had tossed her towel aside and walked, stark naked but for a towel wrapped around her wet hair, to the wardrobe on the other side of the room. Standing in front of the mirror, she pulled off the towel around her hair. She bent her head forward and the wet hair sprawled all over her front. She then gently used the towel to rub her hair observing herself in the mirror. The action of shaking her head to rub her wet hair into the towel caused her ample breasts to jiggle hinting at their fullness. Dropping the hair towel, she then admired herself in the mirror and took her time. She then put her arms on her waist, thrust her breasts forward and twisted on her heels to check her profile in the mirror. For the appreciative male audience in the balcony, her breasts once again came into sharp silhouette with her naked body illuminated by the golden lamp. Her breasts were large, well proportioned and without a sag. Sitting in the balcony, the two men watched open mouthed at the erotic spectacle in front of them, The thin curtain acted like a veil blocking out the finer details but letting just the right amount of erotic imagery coming through.

Shobha then turned around and checked her back and ass in the mirror. She then patted her ass cheeks, and seemed satisfied at the firmness. Unknown to the two men, she was also relieved that the marks from last week's brutal sex session had all disappeared.


Then she opened the wardrobe and picked a bra and panty to wear. She seemed to be taking time to make her choices and sifted through a few options in her wardrobe. The two men continued to watch as she slipped into her panty. She then put on her bra, hooked it up, and then turned the clasps to the back. She adjusted the cups of the bra unhurriedly and seemed to take care that cups covered her precious globes correctly. She then selected a pink silk kimono-styled nightgown that reached up to her thighs, pulled it over and buttoned the front. The nightgown had a sash which she tied tightly around her waist accentuating her hourglass figure. She went back to admiring herself in the mirror, seemed satisfied and walked towards the balcony french doors.

The entire spectacle lasted perhaps five minutes but the two men - her husband and her servant - watched it without blinking an eye.

The curtain parted, the balcony door opened and a glowing and freshly scrubbed Shobha walked out from the bedroom to the balcony.

Her arms raised and pushing apart the sliding doors, her legs crossed one infront of the other, head tossed back - she struck a pose like a diva making an entrance onto a stage. With the golden light from the bedroom illuminating her from the back, outlining her wet hair and hourglass figure and with her naked legs thigh downwards, glowing in the reflected light, she looked like a goddess emerging from an apparition.

Having made an impactful entry, she walked across to where the two men were seated staring at her.

"Hi Guys", she said cheerfully, "Missing me?!"

 

[DAIYANE]

Hands on her hips, breasts thrust out, she turned facing Chetan and then pivoted to Bhola exhibiting herself.

"Bolo boys, Mein kaise lag rahi hoon?" (Tell me, boys! How do I look?!)

Looking at Bhola, she twisted a little bit and pouted, and then turned again showing her profile making sure he had a good look at her.

Bhola gulped speechless, and then placed his hands, still carrying his drink between his legs in an instinctive action to hide his hard on. Shobha didnt fail to notice.

Chetan was the first to recover. He took a deep breath and said, "Ek dum hot!", and then added cheekily, "Abhi koi keh raha that ki tum ek dum maal ho! Must maal!" (Too hot! As Someone was saying just now, you are quite a piece.)

Shobha didnt take offence, didnt care and choose to take the crude phrase as flattery.

"Bhabhi, aap ekdum top model lag rahi ho!" (Bhabhi, you look like a top model), Bhola chimed in trying to make the right impression.

"Really!", she said, her smile brightening several degrees. She then flung her arms around Bhola and sat down in his lap. She then turned to Chetan and said playfully, "You know aaj se Bhola mera boyfriend hai. Kyon, Bhola, mera boyfriend banoge?" (From today Bhola is my boyfriend. Why, Bhola, will you be my boyfriend?!)

Poor Bhola felt he had a heart attack and died and gone to heaven. He gurgled in happiness not knowing of any appropriate response.

Chetan smiled drily and raised his glass in a mock toast, "Acchi jodi hai!" (You make for a great couple!).

Shobha flung her arms playfully around Bhola's neck, hugged him and snuggled close to his cheeks. She mussed his gelled hair and kissed him on his cheeks. The cologne on him smelt great and she inhaled deeply. He took advantage by snuggling his face against her breasts. Her freshly showered hair was still wet, and had the intoxicating fresh smell of her shampoo. The silk of her kimono-like nightgown, against his chest and the warmth of her naked thighs felt unlike anything he had felt since last week. Shobha was however perched on Bhola's lap in an awkward position and she adjusted herself to get a little comfortable. She immediately felt Bhola's hardness. She deliberately grinded her ass against his hardon, and he had a sudden intake of breath as his cock hurt from the weight of her pelvis.

I am between a cock and a hard place, she thought smiling to herself at the pun in her situation.

She pulled her head back to look at Bhola's face. He actually looked quite handsome in a very earthy way. His thick hair shone from the gel - perhaps a tad too much. He was clean shaven and she could now notice that he had a hard set jaw with high cheekbones. His neck and shoulder lines were clean, and very masculine. If only he were more polished, she thought, but his rustic demenour had a quality that she found attractive in an animalistic manner. And his lips. He had thick lips. Very sexy, she thought. Very kissable.

And then she kissed Bhola on the mouth.

 

[DAIYANE]

She had, of course, kissed Bhola earlier too when she had him entirely to herself. She had also kissed him in front of her husband last week when they had a mock pillow fight but that was more of a peck.

This kiss was different.

She forced her tongue inside Bhola's mouth. His mouth opened readily welcoming her tongue and met it with his own. She chewed on his lower lip, biting him gently and stopping only when he squirmed. Her arms squeezed together around his neck. He pulled her closer. She felt his palm trying to snake its way around her. She knew where it was headed, but it was trapped in an awkward lock around her shoulder. She eased back slightly to allow him space, then covered his hand with hers and guided it to his target - to her left breast.

Greedily, he squeezed hard on her breast through the silk kimono and her bra while he continued to suck on her mouth. She shifted the angle of her head to try a different angle to the kiss. He learnt the technique quickly and shifted to sucking her lower lip. His left hand was cupping her large breast and his fingers now searched for her nipple. He found it quickly and joyfully discovered it was erect even through the kimono and the bra. He pinched it and she squirmed. She shifted the angle of her head, but he didn't let go of her lips. Shobha opened her eyes but found Bhola had his eyes still closed in passion. She twisted her position slightly to check on her husband, and in the process grinding her ass once again against Bhola's hardon. She continued kissing Bhola, one arm around his shoulder, the second now guiding his free hand that was now squeezing her breast harshly.

From the corner of one eye, she found her husband looking calmly at her making out with her new lover. Her eyes locked into her husband's gaze, and he acknowledged her with a gentle nod. She was relieved that he wasn't upset. As if to reassure her, she saw him flash a thumbs up sign discreetly with one free hand while he held his half-filled glass with the other. Even in the throes of passion, kissing her lover, and having her breast squeezed by an unfamiliar hand, she felt a surge of love and gratitude to her dear husband.

She abruptly broke away from a reluctant Bhola, pushed him back to disentangle from him and much to his surprise and disappointment, rushed towards her husband seated at the armchair at the other end. The last two steps of the dash to her husband's chair were almost a sprint and she flung herself breathlessly at him.

Chetan was calm, didn’t seem surprised and braced himself at the last second before she jumped onto him. Bhola watched blankly from the other end.

An armchair isnt a comfortable option to seat two people, especially if one of them has a somewhat generous paunch like Chetan. The best Shobha could do was to straddle Chetan on his knees with her legs on either side of Chetan's thighs. This caused Shobha's nighgown to ride higher and even in the dim light of the balcony, Bhola seated at the other end could see her black panty snug against her ass.

Shobha brushed her lips with the back of her hand to wipe out Bhola's saliva, and began kissing Chetan all over his face - initially with tiny kisses on his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and then with growing passion on his mouth.

"My Baby, My Jaanu, My darling", she kept murmuring softly again and again. Chetan greeted the impetuousness of her passion with the calmness and patience of a husband who knows his wife’s mind only too well.

"Fuck me, Janu! Fuck me! Now", she whispered softly in his ear.

Chetan may have been a bit obese but at nearly six feet tall, he was a strong man. He hugged Shobha tightly against him, and got up from his armchair. She put her arms around him just like she did with Bhola a while back, but how she also wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Chetan supported her weight, his arms holding her by her buttocks unmindful of her exposed panty and headed for the bedroom.

"Chalo, bedroom mein chalte hain abhi!", he announced to Bhola indicating to the latter that he should follow him. Bhola grateful that the invite included him, jumped from his armchair, raced ahead of his master and helpfully opened the sliding door to the balcony for the amorously intertwined couple to pass through.

Chetan carried Shobha past the sliding doors into the bedroom, her legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and head reclining on his shoulder. As Bhola followed them inside, shutting the sliding door behind him and drawing the curtain, he caught Shobha's eye as she looked up from Chetan’s shoulder.

And Shobha winked at Bhola.

 

[DAIYANE]

Chetan carried Shobha inside their bedroom, with Bhola following obediently and dropped her on their bed. She rolled over to the centre of her bed, pulled herself into a half-sitting half-reclining position, resting her weight on her hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward and knees curled up with her heels against her thighs. That posture caused her kimono nightgown to ride up on her thighs exposing her black panties against creamy thighs. The bright yellow lights in the bedroom gave her thighs a golden sheen that contrasted with the sheer black stretch material of the panties.

Shobha smiled at Chetan first and then at Bhola, aware that her panties were exposed to both men. She made a weak attempt to cover up and pulled at the hem of the kimono to cover her panties. But with her knees pulled up to her chin, the thigh long kimono fell short on length and her effort fell short on sincerity.

"So, boys? Kya plan hai abhi?", (Boys, whats the plan?) she asked boldly looking at both men alternately. Chetan was close to the foot of the bed, and looking at Shobha with a half-smile. Bhola stood a few feet behind, his back to the wall, uncertain and glancing alternately at Shobha and Chetan waiting for Chetan to make the first move.

There was a brief silence in the room with Shobha too now looking at Chetan to make the first move.

Chetan reached out and grasped Shobha by her ankles. He then pulled her roughly towards him and to the edge of the bed in a sudden, strong move. Taken by surprise by the sudden action, Shobha fell on her back. The kimono rode even higher on her torso, and now her navel and panties were fully exposed.

Chetan took off his t shirt in a single swoop and carelessly threw it across the bed. His torso was podgy but his bare chest was hairy and puffed up. Keeping eye contact with Shobha, his face expressionless, he again caught her by her ankles in a tight grip and raised her legs up at ninety degree to her back now flat on the bed. He kissed Shobha on both soles alternately. The ticklish sensation caused Shobha to curl her toes, and she winced and closed her eyes. Chetan then started sucking and kissing her toes, one by one, gently, confidently and taking his time. Shobha watched him fondly. It had been a long time since Chetan had been this relaxed in his foreplay.

Shobha too began to relax and stretched her arms into a Y position on the bed. She looked at Bhola who was watching wide eyed while supporting himself on the wall and trying to get comfortable with the unfolding erotic scene being playing out in front of him by the lead actors. Bhola felt like a bit actor waiting at the sidelines and he hoped would get called out soon to play his part.

Chetan continued his licking, and now began sliding a wet tongue gently down her ankles towards her inner thighs, taking his time on the journey and making sure both legs received equal attention alternately. Shobha squirmed, her legs in the air and still in ninety degrees but now supported against Chetan's shoulders and the kimono staying bunched up high against her mid-stomach and above her belly button.

Chetan gradually let his head sink lower between Shobha's thighs. Shobha continued to be on her back on the bed, but had her legs on each of Chetan's shoulder. As Chetan's head slid lower towards its inevitable target, Shobha bent her legs below the knee to get them comfortable and secured them rin a lock around Chetan’s head. As Chetan sank lower - taking his sweet time about it and much to Shobha's impatience - Shobha also instinctively spread her thighs wider.

Bhola drunk in the sight with wide open eyes. Here was his beautiful mistress, only partly clothed, her still wet hair sprawled over the bed, her arms spread away from her body, the lower part of her silk kimono parted on either side on her flat stomach, exposing her delicious belly button, her thighs splayed out now in an obscene but wildly erotic pose, her black stretch panties snug against her pussy, her husband holding her now just below her knees and pushing her thighs further apart and licking her upper thighs and moving slowly - centimetre by centimetre - towards the panty clad pussy.

Bhola was now beginning to sport an uncomfortable hard-on and shifted his hands from behind to folding them in front of his crotch. This caught Shobha's eye and with her eyes she gestured to him to come and side by the side of the bed. Bhola hesitated, and then taking confidence with the recollection that he had the same ringside seat for a similar act last week, and noting Chetan's preoccupation with licking his wife's inner thighs, obliged. The bed felt soft and sank gently under Bhola's weight as he sat gingerly next to his supine mistress's shoulder.

Chetan's tongue was flicking in and out like that of a snake, tasting and teasing Shobha's inner thighs. Shobha began squirming and rotating her waist with growing impatience. Her fingers sank into the bedsheet looking for something to grasp and brace her body for the inevitable assault on her pussy as Chetan's tongue drew closer much like an enemy battering ram inching towards an enemy door. In anticipation of the assault, a damp spot started spreading on Shobha’s panty.

The first contact of Chetan's wet tongue on the pussy was right at the centre of the damp spot on her panty and just below the clitoris. Bhola saw Shobha grimace and shut her eyes. Her face contorted, her body shuddered and her fingers dug deeper into the bed mattress. Chetan continued his licking, taking care to keep it irregular and also using his nose to gently massage the pussy through the panty, and also gently inhaling the intoxicating feminine odour. He raised his head a bit to take in the sight of Shobha's contorted face. Her eyes were now tightly shut, and she was gently thrashing her head from one side to the other as the throes of passion began to build up.

Just when her passion seemed to have reached a certain threshold, Chetan abruptly paused action. Raising his head, he moved up and kissed Shobha hard on her mouth. Shobha opened her eyes with surprise at the kiss but disappointment at the interruption to a climax, but reciprocated the kiss before protesting.

"Janu, don’t stop doing that .....not fair!" she said throatily coming up for air in-between the kiss.

Chetan didn't reply and began squeezing her firm breasts through the silk kimono and her bra. Shobha began moaning gently. Chetan was tempted to open the sash around her waist and part the kimono to expose her breasts but that would be too much too soon. He now had a script to how he wanted this to play out.

Chetan went back to kissing, licking and teasing her on her panty clad pussy. Shobha, still impatient, tried to pull down her panty to allow him freer access but he slapped her wrist away. His tongue added to the wetness on her panty, now licking a wide damp arc from the point to where he judged her clitoris was and right down to where he thought her anus lay. Just when he reached a certain tempo, he broke off and began kissing her on the mouth and kneading her breasts.

"Unnhhhhhhh.......!", Shobha moaned at the slow torture of the sexual tease and growing frustration of not being able to climax.

Finally, she could take it no longer and moaned, "Jaanu, make me come ....please!?"

Chetan broke off the licking, smiled at her and said, "Jaanu, sabr karo. Sabr ka phal meetho hota hai!" (Darling, be patient. Patience has a sweet fruit!), and then turned to Bhola and asked the young lad, "Kyon Bhola, Sahi bole na hum? Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai?". (Bhola, do you agree that patience has a sweet reward?)

Bhola’s eyes and attention were glued to Shobha's panties, and he was a bit taken aback at being suddenly included in the conversation. He desperately wanted to stay on in the good books of Chetan, who he sensed held the key to the casting couch for this evening. Bhola would have readily agreed to anything Chetan would have said.

"Ji saheb, bilkul sahi kaha aapne" (yes, saheb, you are absolutely right!), he said obsequiously.

And then Chetan asked him, "To tum try karoge?" (Do you want to try?)

 

[DAIYANE]

Bhola was suddenly confused at what he was expected to try, and Chetan gestured with his eyes that he was offering Bhola to take his place between Bhabhi's thighs.

Bhola jumped in haste, nearly falling off the bed.

"Itni jaldi nahin Bhola, aaram se. Bahut aaram se. Abhi toh raat jawan hai. Aur haa dost, pehle apna shirt utar ke aao!" (Not so fast, Bhola! Take your time. The night is still young. But first, take off your shirt!)

Bhola readily obliged, nearly tearing off his shirt buttons in the process. As he pulled off his shirt, his broad and fit shoulders came into view. Shobha looked at him appreciatively and hoping the entry of new cast to the stage would bring the plot - not to mention herself - to a climax that she now realized Chetan was deliberately withholding from her.

Bhola placed his palms down on the bed just below Shobha's buttocks and took a second to soak in the landscape. His face was inches away from Bhabhi's pussy, and the unmistakable aroma of her sex and the deep damp patch on Shobha's panty and the dripping saliva on her inner thighs marked the message that "Saheb was here". Not that he minded second helpings. Bhola dove right in with his tongue lapping fast and furious. Chetan had settled into the spot on the bed vacated by Bhola. Watching Bhola's industrious effort in contrast to his lazy measured strokes, Chetan was reminded of a dog furiously licking spilt milk on the floor before it got soaked away.

Every dog has its day, and its yours today, my friend, he thought sardonically to himself.

Shobha winced at the sudden change in licking tempo. Chetan stepped in like a coach to a young athlete trying a bit too hard, "Bhola, dost, thoda aaram se... pitch pe tikke rehna. Yeh batting lambi chalegi!", (Bhola, my friend, slow down ... stay on the pitch. We need you to bat for long!")

Bhola slowed down obediently. Shobha looked at Chetan gratefully not just for the coaching tip to her young lover industriously serving her cunnilingus but also because the bonhomie between the two male cast indicated delicious possibilities ahead. Without disturbing Bhola who continued to labour on, she raised her chin to her husband who kissed her again and squeezed her breasts. Shobha reached out to untie her sash and was gently held back. She tried to pull down her panty but Chetan thwarted that too.

When he felt from Shobha's facial contortions that she was approaching the "zone", Chetan asked Bhola to stop. The hard working young lad was a tad slow to heed the advisory, and found his head yanked back by Chetan. At being abruptly forced to disengage from intimate contact with his mistress's pussy - the closest he had come to it in the last one week - the lad looked up surprised and frustrated, and checked to his how his bhabhi was doing. In fact, she was gulping air deeply, and also distressed at the interruption.

For a brief moment, our young warrior was tempted to mutiny and switch sides, but the breathless state of his queen told his foggy mind that she was in no mind to assume command. So the moment for rebellion came and went and our young lad from Jharkhand resigned to continued servility and pledged obedience to Chetan to also show him the path to his sexual salvation. The path, of course, lay between bhabhi's thighs.

In short, he stopped licking Shobha's panty-clad pussy at Chetan's command.

This continued for a couple of rounds more, and Chetan expertly and accurately called on pulling the plug just when his beautiful wife neared a climax and kept thwarting her every single time she neared her orgasm. Finally after 15 minutes of torture, Shobha could take it no more. She pushed aside Bhola - the latter was now beginning to accurately resemble a bunny rabbit toy that would start and stop when his master played the remote,

She begged, "Not fair, Jaanu.....this is so baaad.....Dont do this to me, na! Plzzzz! Mein mar jaaongi" (Not fair, darling. This is bad. Don't do this. I will just die).

Chetan sensed his wife's sexual frustration with some delight but kissed her on the mouth to hide his triumph, and whispered into her ear gently, "Baby, let me do this my way. Just listen to me and go with the flow". His hand pushed Shobha's head towards him, and Shobha's lips kissed his and closed her eyes. He opened his mouth and forced his tongue into her mouth. She readily met his tongue with hers and in its urgency he guaged her elevated arousal. His right hand confirmed it when he pushed it deep under her panty, parted her pussy lips and discovered they were soaking wet.

The bitch is truly warmed up, he thought to himself!

Now we need to move to a different party game.