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.
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.