Lockdown Sex Diaries – Shobha and the Servant

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Shobha – age 32, wife and mother of a 2 year old boy,
Chetan – age 35, Shobha’s husband & works at an MNC. His workaholic lifestyle has taken a toll on his physical fitness, moderately overweight.
Bhola – age 20, village born and bred. This rustic simpleton is shy but physically fit. Virgin.
Ravi Shikha
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on the world’s largest and India’s largest digital and physical book store. You will find me there too under this pen name.
Chetan stepped out from their bedroom into the balcony for a smoke. The night was quieter than usual and the city had been like that for the last few days as the country went into a lockdown. He glanced back at his wife Shobha, as he slowly shut the sliding doors of the balcony so as to not disturb her. She was naked, gorgeous and half-asleep on their bed. They had just finished a round of love making, and she hadn’t covered up after their act. He could see her nude back, and those dark thick tresses sprawled across the pillow. Her back was to him and the satin bedsheet only half covered her fleshy naked buttocks. And those long legs and the smooth thighs were shining on the glow of the bedroom yellow.lights.
She was unusually energetic today and had insisted on keeping the lights on through their sex. He wished wistfully that he could match her sex drive. She was 32, and the mother of a four year old sleeping in his own room and here he was 36, over weight and beginning to bald. Maybe he should cut down on his cigarettes he thought and that would make him more energetic in love making and match her own vigor.
He thought she was unusually active today and even by her standards it wasn’t very often that she insisted on reversing their usual missionary position and insisted on mounting him. He remembered her heavy but perfectly rounded breasts swinging as she teasingly kept her erect nipples just away from his lips while her palms locked into his and she straddled his waist with his cock snugly parked into her moist pussy. He wished his erection lasted longer. She sensed it too and dismounted and lay down next to him stroking his semi hard cock back and coaxing it to erection. Finally he mounted her and finished it off missionary style with a few thrusts. He wished it had lasted longer, but a loving Indian wife that she was, she smiled contended and kisses him longingly before stretching languorously into sleep.
Chetan lot his cigarette, inhaled deeply and looked into the sprawling city largely dark and with the night streets locked.down and now empty of any traffic. Somewhere a stray Rocky(D) howled into the night but the balcony of their 20th floor 3BHK in Koramamgala , Bangalore overlooked the silent locked down city. Chetan wasn’t complaining about the lockdown. A corporate banker, his stressful job involved travel, client meetings and frequent dinners hosting clients. All this took a tool on his expanding waistline and he fondly remembered their married life before the birth of their son Bunty and before his promotion. He remember how he and Shobha sat naked in the balcony at night, careless in the comfort that the balcony offered complete privacy from any peering eyes. It had drizzled that night and the Bangalore night air was pleasant.
That was when Chetan noticed the damp footprints on their balcony.
His heart jumped at the unexpected sight and looked again carefully. There was no doubt about it. The drizzle of the last hour had laid a damp carpet over the expansionary of the balcony and closer to the French sliding doors from their bedroom into the balcony were the unmistakable footprints of someone who had been there. The footprints seemed fresh And hence the peeping Tom would have been lurking not long back. Chetan stubbed out his cigarette and looked back into their bedroom. The golden yellow light of their bedroom lamps clearly illuminated the naked back, buttocks and thighs his wife as she lay asleep blissfully unaware of the heart thumping in her husband’s chest.
Chetan looked around and it got him suddenly. Bhola, their young male servant! Of course, it had to be him. The balcony extended across from the bedroom to the living room. And beyond the living room lay the servant room now occupied by their 20-year old recently hired domestic help. Chetan had almost forgotten him, and he now cursed his carelessness. Treading silently, Chetan realized that the balcony sliding door into the living room was partly open and he quietly made his way into the living room. The large carpeted living room was empty and thinly illuminated by the moonlight since the curtains of the French windows were drawn open. Chetan tiptoed his way to the other end of the living room where the door to the servant room lay. The door was shut, and a gentle nudge showed it was locked but the light at the bottom of the door seemed to indicated that the inmate was awake.
Chetan remembered that the servant room had a small window that opened for ventilation into the far end of the balcony. He retraced his steps back into the balcony and tiptoed to the other end. He carefully peered around the corner.
Bhola, the servant boy was sprawled on his bed and masturbating. The bright light showed his shorts had been pulled down. His large cock, fully erect and swollen glistened in the bright light of the room as the young man massaged the shaft muttering, his eyes dreamily half closed. Chetan realized with a silent gasp of horror that the fellow had a still next to the bed and which was mounted a double photo frame that showed photos of Shobha. The frame was supposed to be in the living room, and the fellow had obviously stolen it for his private pleasure. The picture in the frame was from their honeymoon album shot in Goa, and showed the lovely Shobha, her thick hair partly swept across her facs , lips pouted at the camera and wearing a strapless t shirt with a bit of cleavage. Bhola was masturbating furiously and Chetan now realized that he was muttering his wife’s name. Finally, the guy ejaculated and Chetan watched in morbid fascination at the copious semen that gushed from the organ. The act over, Bhola lay back catching his breath and still stroking his cock while his master watched spellbound at what he had discovered.
It was a few minutes before Chetan slowly retraced his steps and came back to his bedroom. He just couldn’t believe what he had seen. Bhola had been watching Chetan and Shobha have sex, and just as they finished, he had crept away back to his room and masturbated himself to a climax fantasizing about his mistress. Chetan,’s heart was still pounding and his throat was dry and he realised something else that made him feel shamed and excited at the same time.
That he had a stiff hardon.
In a daze, Chetan crawled back into bed by the side of his still naked wife who slept unaware of the storm raging in her husband’s head and the erect cock despite having discharged not very long back.
By the time he awoke the next morning, the other side of the bed was empty. Shobha always woke up earlier than him and he found her in the kitchen warming milk for Bunty, their two year old son. She was wearing a thin pink translucent housecoat – the kind that would make a mother-in-law raise eyebrows. She cloth moulded across her generous breasts, accentuating their fullness and the material clung to her ass with just a gentle teasing outline of the panty underneath. The housegown ended six inches above her knee. She moved briskly at the kitchen chores and offered him his morning coffee with that bright eyed smile. He wanted to speak to her about last night, but struggled to organize his thoughts. The discovery of last night seemed like a dream. Was their servant actually watching them have sex?
Speaking of Bhola, where was he?
There he was, dusting the furniture in the living room. Chetan’s eyes darted uncertainly from Bhola, busy with his domestic chores and eyes downcast as usual, and Shobha, as she moved pouring the warm milk now into Bunty’s favourite Chota Bheem designer glass. Shobha seemed to not notice that Chetan was preoccupied more than usual. As she ha see him his cup of coffee, she leaned over and have him a long way kiss. Chetan was taken by surprise, and this seemed reminiscent of how they behaved in the privacy of their flat when their marriage was new. He returned the wet kiss, their tongues passionately pushing against each other. He instinctively reached over and squeezed her ass. She moaned a bit too loudly, and with her free hand she rubbed his thighs and gently squeezed his semi-erect penis. Before he could take their foreplay anything further, she abruptly broke away, stepped back, pouted at him sexily, swirled and walked past him to wake up Bunty. As she was past, her hand reached over and have another loving squeeze to his penis.
He watched her walk out of the kitchen last him, her ass swaying sexily and the gown flattering her hips as she walked away. She had that amazing walk, and she knew it and when she wore the occasional tight black skirts to office, she knew that it may the day for the many silent admirers she had there.
That was when from the corner of his eye, he noticed Bhola, squatting on his haunches and dusting the sofa in the corner was also eyeing his mistress’s sexy swaying ass as she sauntered across to her son’s bedroom. Bastard! thought Chetan. Had Bhola seen them kiss, and had he seen Chetan squeeze Shobha’s ass during their interlude in the kitchen?
Shobha had worked as a human resources manager in an MNC before she took a career break when Bunty was born. Sometimes he felt she was a natural at handling people; she was firm, very perceptive and from what he knew very successful.
He waited for her to wake up Bunty and return, when he suddenly realized that he had his company’s morning daily meeting. Ever since the lockdown, the Singapore office had started a two hour debrief of the emerging situation across the globe and everyone in their bank’s sales and client management team had to join in.
It was late morning time and a few lockdown related crisis calls before the husband and wife could get time to catchup. The lockdown had meant that his office was now operating through long web conferences, and he spent most of the morning in his study room that had been hastily converted into office spaces when lockdown started.
His last call before lunch done, he went searching for Shobha. He found her lying on the living room couch, head rested against a pillow and reading a book. A lump came to this throat as he saw what she was wearing. She was wearing short pink shorts that snugly covered her ass and exposed her entire creamy thighs. One knee was bent up exposing the smooth roundness of her upper thigh. And Bhola was sitting not more that the feet away at the dining table, seemingly chopping some vegetables for lunch and no doubt ogling his sexy mistress in that pose.
Chetan walked across and pulled up a still to sit across the couch and deliberately placed himself between his wife and their servants line of gaze. Shobha put down her book and have him a welcoming smile. She pulled herself from her supine pose and curled both her knees. And that accentuated her long shapely legs even more and exposing more of her upper thighs. The pink shorts was barely more than a panty, thought Chetan. He wondered what Bhola thought, and quickly banished that thought from his head. What’s happening to her, he thought?
“Jaanu, you are looking hot!” , he said using his term of endearment that he used in their .private conversations. She smiled, very much like a woman who knows she is sexy, and leaned across and kissed him full and noisily on the lips. He was taken by suprise, and the smell of her perfume and freshly bathed fragrance reminded him how desirable his wife was. He then remembered that Bhola must have seen them and pulled back. “But, Jaanu, yeh thoda zyada nahin hai? (Darling, isn’t this a bit too much?).
In response, Shobha playfully stretched back resting her body on her elbows, her chest thrust upwards and forward and tossing her head gently. It was then that Chetan noticed that she was wearing a sleeveless snug T shirt with the V exposing a tantalizing part of her cleavage. Her full breasts strained against the right cotton fabric and taking the shape of the designer bra underneath flattering the rounded curves of the bosom.
” Baby, You mean, yeh thoda kam hai”. (Honey, you mean this is a bit less.) She ran a finger deliberately brushing back her thick lustrous tresses, a gesture women use when they know they are the object of attention. She then placed a long slim finger on his nose, teasingly and slowly drawing it across his lips and then gently but firmly forcing the finger into his mouth. He instinctively sucked her finger.
“But, Jaanu, we have someone else in the house too”, he whispered, his eyes darting to indicate Bhola behind him.
” Baby, mene ek baat soch liya hai”, (Honey, I have decided something). Chetan dreaded when he heard that familiar phrase. In their five year marriage, he recognized that this too often meant she had made up her mind on something and would call the shots.
“Baby, hum yeh lockdown enjoy karne waale hain”. (Honey, we are going to enjoy ourselves in this lockdown). “Yeh hamara doosra honeymoon hai!”. (This is our second honeymoon).
She then thrust her chest up and forward and him, wiggled those magnificent breasts of her gently. His eyes automatically broke eye contact with her and rested on her heaving bosom. The sexy bitch, he thought, she is not and she knows it.
” Thoda tease karne ka mann kar raha hai. Aur is lockdown mein who cares kiske ghar mein kya no raha hai”. (I feel like teasing. Anyway who cares in this lockdown what’s happening in anyone’s house).
Who was fine, Chetan thought, and he didn’t have a problem with that. Except that he didn’t know if she included Bhola in the teasing part. Now that was a problem!
She read his mind. “Chintu, baby”, now when she referred him with that double nickname, he knew that she meant she was in full control and going to tell him what exactly to do. “Usko bhi enjoy karne do. Let him also enjoy. Once this lockdown is over in another ten days he is going to go back to his village. Usko bhi kya yaad rahega ki woh bhi spans the yah sach”. ( Let him also enjoy. In another ten days the lockdown will get over and he will return to his village. He will also wonder then whether this was a dream for him)
She had that teasing look in her eye. The look of a hot sexy bitch, he thought.
“Now watch the show, she said and raised her voice, “Bhola, idhar aana. Saheb aur mere liye paani lana”. (Bhola, get some water for master and me).
“Bhabhi, abhi aaya”, Bhola acknowledged the request using the term by which he addressed his mistress. Chetan felt the quick response without missing a beat almost seemed like Bhola had been listening to their conversation.
Bhola came over obediently fetching a tray with two glasses of water. Shobha picked up one, offered it to Chetan, and picked up the other. She then raised the glass to her chin, touched the rim of the glass with her lips for a teasing couple of seconds while she looked into Chetan’s eyes with that sexy smile. She drank slowly and then raised the angle of the glass almost deliberately. Water spilled from the glass to her neck, ran down the cleavage and disappeared under the t-shirt creating a very damp spot. Not satisfied, she raised the glass a bit more, emptying the glass of water deliberately onto her t-shirt.
“Oops”, she said in an evidently fake reaction and watched for a few seconds as the wet spot spread on her t-shirt. Two pairs of boggling male eyes joined hers and focused shamelessly on her breasts watching almost in slow motion to see what t-shirts covering a shapely women’s breast do best when wet. The wet patch soaked into the cotton of her t shirt and exposed the knitting of the bra underneath. Slowly the faint outline of a thick brown nipple formed like an image emerging through a fog.
Chetan felt a sudden constriction in his throat. He gulped the water from his glass noisily his eyes wide agog at the dream-like act playing out.
” Oops”, said Shobha for the second time and unnecessarily so. She was still sitting on the couch, her long, rounded and exposed legs stretched out and her breasts thrust out obscenely with two pairs of male eyes wide unblinkingly zooming in on the wet spot on the t-shirt that now moulded itself to those magnificent breasts. The white t-shirt and the wet patch clung to her creamy breast, the rounded globes tipped with a large perfectly rounded aureola glistening through the translucent wet material. Her eyes then moved boldly from her own breasts to her husband’s eyes, held his eyes for a few intensely long seconds, then slowly moved boldly across and locked into Bhola’s. The servant lad went red in the face as he realized his mistress was looking into his eyes, and reluctantly looked away from from the breasts much like a starving man forced to look away from a feast he could not have. He shuffled his feet comfortably, still holding the empty tray and now not knowing where to look.
Shobha didn’t break eye contact with Bhola’s eyes, her breasts still thrust upwards towards her husband as if on offer for inspection to both him and their servant. Her gaze fell on the dusting cloth that Bhola had perched on his left shoulder, much like obedient servants do when summoned by their masters. Without changing the seductive pose of her breasts, she raised her hand, picked up the cloth slowly from across Bhola’s shoulder and used it to carefully pat the damp spot on her breasts. Bhola’s gaze followed his dusting cloth as Shobha pressed it against her breasts – a little too much, too long and too hard than was needed before placing it back on Bhola’s shoulder. Her long fingers made contact with his shoulder, and he visibly shivered at the touch.
“Bas, wapas jao aur ash karo” (Now go and have fun). Shobha dismissed her servant casually and with a wiggle of her long index finger and a toss of her head and her thick hair. A bashful Bhola clumsily and hastily exited to the kitchen, and Chetan could have sworn the servants pyjamas had a bulge.
Chetan exhaled in disbelief. The scene before him took not more than two minutes, and was more erotic than any of the web series he found himself watching occasionally. What made his heart beat wildly was that the heroine of this erotic act was his wife of five years and mother of their two year old.
Suddenly it seemed, the lockdown had unleashed a sex-devil in her. He realized that after a long time, she had revealed a side of her he hadn’t seen for a couple of years since Bunty’s birth.
She had reminded him of the sexy seductress and bold exhibitionist that she was, and which he had discovered about her in the early days of their marriage.
He recalled that one very steamy incident ….
Chetan remembered an incident from their last holiday in Goa.
This was about two years into their marriage and shortly before Bunty was conceived. A carefree couple with an active sex life, they were at that stage where both were very much in love and very comfortable with each other’s sexuality. Their sex life had now settled into a pattern where Shobha took the lead, and this seemed natural to her with her confident extroverted personality.
Shobha had read a review about a secluded beach with white sand in South Goa, and a hour’s drive from their hotel. He was a bit reluctant about the long drive and left to himself would have preferred to plonk himself in the hotel pool, with a beer to sip but Shobha clearly called the shots and he couldn’t say no. She insisted that they take a bike instead of hiring a car, despite him pointing out the weather forecasts indicating showers that day. She raised a few eyebrows and quickened a few heartbeats in the hotel lobby showing up in denim shorts that clung and flattered her ass, and one of those shirts that are doesn’t have buttons and is instead has flaps that were tied tightly between her attractive breasts. That left her entire flat stomach and navel exposed along with her long slim legs. She carried a rucksack which packed some beach accessories and their change of clothes.
What Chetan remembered of the initial part of their drive was the way she clung to him through the ride, and with her long fingers she played with his dick while nibbling into his ear. He had a hard time driving the bike – literally.
And then it began drizzling.
The morning sky darkened and as their clothes became wet, they decided to stop by the roadside. They were on a lonely stretch of a village road and Chetan pulled for a stop in front of what he thought was a shanty tea shop. A truck and a an SUV were parked outside. They both rushed inside the shop for cover from the rain just as the skies were beginning to darken.
Both were drenched by then. The shop had only a few customers – a dirty looking burly fellow, along with another untidy thin guy. Probably the driver of the truck and his cleaner. Another table had four young guys who looked like college students on a trip to Goa and were noisily cracking jokes. That was when Chetan realized this was a liquor shop and not a tea shop. In the dim light inside, Chetan paused to take stock of their disheveled look.
Shobha looked stunning with the wet hair and wet shirt clinging to her body like a second skin, and the black bra clearly visible through the wet cream shirt. Chetan instinctively chose a table farthest from the two groups and plonked himself between Shobha and the other customers.
A surly waiter came by to take orders. Shobha’s bare legs were hidden under the table but the wet shirt clinging to the generous bosom and exposing the black bra, and the cleavage on display were an odd sight at this drinking tavern even in Goa. The waiter gawked at her, and Chetan fidgeted uncomfortably.
Shobha was unconcerned and smiled and leaned across to the waiter, the action exposing her cleavage even more. By now Chetan was embarrassingly conscious of the six other pairs of male eyes also leching at Shobha. She seemed non-chalant and ordered feni (the local Goan drink) for both of them. Shobha quickly downed her drink, and ordered another. Chetan was barely half-way into his first drink.
Shobha asked the waiter if there was a place she could change out of her wet clothes.
The surly fellow shook his head without taking his eyes off her deep cleavage, and then with a change of mind pointed to a place at the corner of the shop at the far end from where both were seated. Chetan thought the fellow had misunderstood since the place pointed out was in plain visibility of everyone seated in the shop.
He shrugged and plugged in his earphones to prepare to make a call to his office on check on the status of a client deal.
“Jaanu, (darling), let’s hurry out as soon as it stops raining. Yahan sab hamein ghoor rahe hain”. (Darling, let’s hurry out as soon as it stops raining. Here everyone is staring at us!)
Shobha looked at Chetan, and looked around the room. He was of course right. The truck driver and his cleaner, and the four college guys on a vacation were all shamelessly ogling her. Shobha leaned back, thrust her breasts upwards and took a deep breath causing her breasts to bulge out even more.
Then she leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially to Chetan, “Baby, Lets make them jealous!”.In a smooth action, she got up from the table, slung the carry bag across her shoulders and sashayed across the tavern floor towards the spot where the waiter had pointed. Chetan’s mouth dropped open and he looked at her. She swayed her ass in an exaggerated manner, just like a model on a catwalk and she walked past and between the tables with the truck driver and his cleaner, and the college kids. Six pairs of male eyes watched her gorgeous ass.
She paused the spot at the other end of the tavern where there was a clearing without tables. She spun around on her heels like a model who reaches the end of the catwalk and pivots. A 40-watt yellow bulb hung exactly above her head and illuminating her, making her body shine even more in contrast to the dim light in the tavern. She placed the cart bag on a still next to her. And then in a single smooth act, she pulled apart the cross tail flaps of her shirt and took it off.
There was pin drop silence in the room as the men watched stunned. She was now clothed only in her black bra and denim shorts. The black bra contrasted with creamy fair skin that glowed golden in the reflection of the bulb above. Shobha then turned her back to her male audience. The bra she wore had a thin strap, and her naked smooth back glistened in the reflected light. She then reached back, and in one practiced stroke unhooked her bra and pulled it off her body this showing her bare back to the audience. She paused for a few seconds like a model at the catwalk posing and waiting for the cameras to click And the audience to take in this fill of the spectacle.
And then’ hands on her hips, she spun around, bare-breasted, to face her audience.
Her magnificent 36C breasts jiggled with the pivot and were now exposed to eight pairs of male eyes. The waiter froze in mid motion, and so did Chetan and the six other men in the room staring at the stunning spectacle in front of them.
Chetan’s mouth dropped open. He wanted to shout but no words came out.
Shobha tilted her chin up, raised her hands, brought them to her forehead and then slowly ran her hands through the wet hair. The act caused her naked breasts to thrust out even more. Her smooth, hairless armpits were exposed to the audience. Her dark brown nipples, perfectly rounded like a full moon crowned the tip of medium sized well rounded breasts. The nipples were visibly erect. He hands caressed and brushed the length of her her hair, and then she brought the palm’s forward. She brought her two hands on either side of her full breasts, almost as if she then wanted to squeeze the gorgeous globes together. Instead her hands brushed past the breasts, caressed her chest, paused at her navel and then went down to the denim shorts.
Which she then pulled off her body.
Chetan watched in stunned and paralyzed silence as if watching an erotic movie. He wife of two years was now standing topless, and clad only in black panties. She didn’t make eye contact with the men in the tavern. For all she cared, she was along in the privacy of her room and stripping unconcerned about the audience she had. She then leaned across and zipped open the carry bag. Her heavy breasts jiggled.
Chetan thought he heard a glass drop from the hands of the truck driver and shatter as it hit the floor. No one bothered about the broken glass as they all drunk in the spectacle of a lifetime.
A.naked, beautiful woman performing a strip tease in a filthy tavern.
Shobha pulled out a clinging full sleeved t-shirt. She casually pulled it on over her breasts. Eight pairs of male eyes, including the husband watched reluctantly as the gorgeous breasts disappeared under a clingy long sleeved t-shirt. Shobha then pulled out another pair of dry shorts. She casually pulled it over her panties and coolly buttoned up. She then smoothed the t-shirt and adjusted it over the shorts.
And she retraced her walk from the far end towards her husband. Her braless breasts jiggled as she walked, and the nipples were erect and protruding. She walked past the men, open mouthed and frozen like statues, who weren’t even blinking because they didn’t want to miss anything in this erotic spectacle.
Shobha reached their table, smiled innocently at Chetan, “Jaanu, shall we leave? It’s stopped raining now”.
Chetan snapped out of his daze, pulled out a five hundred rupee note from his wallet, threw it on the table, grabbed Shobha by the elbow, picked up the carry bag in his other hand and ran out of the tavern.
Neither of them looked back as they raced away.Chetan was simultaneously confused and excited about the exhibitionist streak that seemed to have surfaced in his wife. The lockdown and the enforced confinement in their three bedroom flat with their servant Bhola, seemed to have triggered the sexual tigress dormant into her. As long as it was harmless, he thought we should be ok. Bhola seemed to be a quiet fellow, and he hoped would not be the kind of guy who would talk about the erotic behaviour of his mistress to anyone.
And who would Bhola talk to in this lockdown? The three of them were confined to their flat through the lockdown. The apartment management had sent a strict message on the community WhatsApp group for inmates to not step out. All grocery and essentials had to be ordered on phone or online and would be delivered at the reception at the lobby. Even if Bhola were to talk, who would believe him? And Shobha’s actions seemed to reignite lust back in their relationship. Suddenly, Chetan felt better.
Chetan wrapped up his last video call of a busy day and went looking for his wife. He found her in the living room curled up on the sofa watching web series on their giant sized wall mounted TV.
Wait! It was the way she was seated on the 3-seater sofa that caught his attention. She was wearing a ultra short frilly pink skirt that he hadn’t seen her wear for a long time, and certainly not since she became a mother. Her legs were curled and the skirt had ridden up exposing her thighs. She saw him and shifted, and the act seemed to pull up her skirt a bit higher exposing her creamy curved thighs a bit more.
With a smile he walked over to join her. The smile froze on his lips as he saw their servant Bhola seated just across Shobha, squatting on his haunches on the carpet watching the TV along with her. Bhola caught his eye and gave his saheb an embarrassed grin.
Chetan was about to say something when Shobha shushed him with a finger to her lips asking him to be silent. “Shhhhh ….. Bunty is sleeping.” She didn’t make room for him and he wordlessly took his seat to the single seater sofa to her left. Now Shobha was stretched out on the sofa facing the TV, and she had Chetan on a single seater sofa to her left and Bhola squatting on the floor, right opposite Chetan and to Shobha’s right.
The web series was playing a steamy scene. It was one of those medieval dramas where everyone ends up naked at some time and the plot is written to connect these scenes. A beautiful women was tied up as a.prisoner, standing with her hands cuffed to chains mounted on the wall and a guard seemed to be kissing her forcibly. She seemed to be protesting. The guard tore open her dress exposing a shapely milky breast with a pink nipple.
Chetan felt embarrassed. Not the kind of stuff he would watch in front of a servant. That’s when he noticed that strangely Bhola wasn’t watching the TV. Bhola was instead watching his mistress’s creamy thighs. That’s when Chetan realized with a lump to his throat that Shobha’s legs were curled at an angle that gave Bhola an unhindered erotic view. As of on cue, Shobha changed her position and crossed her legs one over the other. That made the skirt ride even higher. her right thigh was crossed over her left thigh and the lower part of the thigh smoothly tapered off to the bottom of her buttocks. Her upper thighs were completely open to view by her servant. They were smooth, creamy and fleshy.
“Bitch!” , thought Chetan, she is putting up an act again. He watched the spectacle careful not to make Bhola feel conscious. “Let the bastard watch”, thought Cbetan, after all this was harmless and when it would get over it would be he – the husband – who would take the wife to their bedroom and get to fuck her while the poor bastard would have to be content with just jerking off. The thought made Chetan feel excited and he felt the beginning of a hard-on.
The naked lady on the TV screamed. The guard was squeezing her exposed breast.
“Bhola, thoda volume kum karna”, (Bhola, reduce the volume) said Shobha gesticulating to the TV. Her skirt inched up higher. Bhola drank in the sight and then dutifully went to the TV and fiddled with the control.
And then Bhola did something interesting. He didn’t return to his original position, and instead slumped against the centre table. Chetan realized with a shiver that Bhola had cleverly chosen a vantage point that gave him a c!over and more direct view of Shobha’s thighs.
As if on cue, Shobha unfurled her legs and put them on the floor. And parted the thighs slightly.
A lump came to Chetan’s throat. Shobha’s pose was even more indecent than earlier. From where Chetan could sit, he could see into right between Shobha’s thigh. Shobha spread her thighs an inch more. Chetan could have sworn her panties were now visible. His breath quickened.
On the TV screen, the guard had now stripped the woman prisoner completely. Both her breasts were now exposed. The fellow was brutally mauling her breasts while the woman in chains moaned in a mix of pain and ecstasy. The guard then thrust a hand between her thighs. The woman moaned even more loudly.
Shobha gestured to Bhola to pass her the remote. The fellow took this opportunity to shift closer to his mistress. He was now merely four feet away and the shift of angle have him an eye view to Shobha’s upskirt. Somewhere between the guard on TV banging the prisoner and Shobha changing her seating position, and Bhola pulling himself closer to the centre table and at eye level with Shobha’s thighs, Shobha’s skirt had risen a few more inches higher and her thighs had parted.
Bhola could now see the white flash of her panties. Shobha crossed and uncrossed her legs again. The white panty patch disappeared and reappeared again and then she closed her thighs again. Bhola felt !ike he had briefly glimpsed heaven, before the vision faded.
Both men had raging hardons by now.
Mercifully the web series episode ended just when the guard was done with the woman prisoner fainted. Chetan wondered absentmindedly if the woman prisoner had climaxed before fainting. Shobha rose, switched off the TV.
“Aaj ke liye itna hi”, (That’s all for today). She flashed a brilliant innocent smile. Bhola grinned back, a bit less embarrassed than earlier and nodded like a slave.
Shobha got up, yawned like a diva, stretched her arms above her head and the action tightened her t shirt around the curve of her breasts. yawning once again, she walked to their bedroom swaying her hips in an exaggerated way fully conscious that two pairs of male eyes were ogling her and both had hard to conceal erections.
Chetan wordlessly ran behind her. He quickly shut the door to their bedroom, pulled down his track pants and reached out to yank Shobha’s skirt off. Shobha smiled. She was expecting him, and as she parted her thighs. Chetan pulled down her panties and thought he saw a damp spot. No wonder her pussy was moist and he plunged his cock savagely into her.
Shobha moaned in satisfaction. As Chetan pumped in and out, somewhere at the back of his head, he wondered if Shobha had set up the whole scene and planned all this.
Chetan didn’t care whether the curtains to the French window were drawn open.
In the frenzy of his fucking, he was now past caring if the two of them had any audience.Chetan and Shobha lay naked on the bed, their sexual act just completed.
Chetan lay panting, his heavy breathing as much due to his intense energetic pumping and intense passion of their act, as also due to his general lack of fitness. Shobha snuggled against him, her chin against his left shoulder, her breast squashed against his chest and her left leg on top of his with their naked bodies entwined. She ran her index finger over his lips, gently parting them and moistening them against his saliva. She then traced her wet finger down over this chin and then slid it across his hairy chest. The wet finger played with his nipple tracing a circle around it with her fingernail. The finger then resumed its journey as she patted his hairy chest, and then caressed the convexity of his belly.
She was the one who had gone through childbirth, but it was he who had put on weight in the last three years, she thought wryly. She was proud of her figure – maternity had made her breasts grow larger but she was proud of their firmness. A couple of kilos, not more, had accumulated on her waist and buttocks and accentuating her voluptuousness. Her fingers resumed their downward journey, navigating through Chetan’s wiry pubic hair and then reached down and then almost gleefully grasped his penis and scooped his balls in her palm. She squeezed them gently but enough to draw a grasp from a still-panting Chetan. His penis was moist with the mix of her pussy juices and his own discharge. She raised her chin and kissed him gently against his cheek.
Chetan turned to his side so that he could see her better. He kissed her on her mouth. His tongue swirled against her. He squeezed her fleshy breasts and she moaned. He could see she was still hungry. He felt guilt that he discharged so quickly. After all, a staying power of a couple of minutes wasn’t something he was proud of and he remembered how in the early years of their marriage he had timed himself at fifteen minutes. He suspected Shobha hadn’t climaxed today, and that would explain her gentle massage on his cock. The ministrations of a yet-unsatisfied woman, he thought!
It wasn’t his fault that he climaxed so quickly – after it was she who had teased him beyond a point that he could manage. His cock stayed flaccid and unresponsive to her gentle massage. He had been completely drained by the intensity of their just-concluded encounter.
“Jaanu, you are crazy! Do you know what you did in the other room!”, he said, trying to distract her from her continuing massage of his organ.
She continued her gentle squeeze of his cock, then wrapped the fingers of her palm along the length of his cock and gently tugged it. Her efforts were futile and couldn’t coax his spent cock back to life. This soldier was truly exhausted and weary after a fierce but brief skirmish. Her practiced palm slipped down, and scooped his testicles and gently cupped them with a sharp fingernail teasing his scrotum.
He knew he couldn’t stand this afterplay much longer, and tried to distract her into conversation.
“Jaanu, you need to be careful with him around. After all, he is not Kamla-tai”, he said referring to the elderly housekeeper who had preceded Bhola. Kamla-tai was a sixty year old lady and had been housekeeper with the couple since their marriage. They were comfortable with her around, and with the lady being shortsighted and quietly diligent in housework, the couple felt uninhibited in their amorous behavior. Kamla-tai had left for her village to temporarily take care of her ailing sister, and had suggested her grandson as a temporary substitute. It was Shobha’s decision to agree, as she really needed help to manage the two-year old. Chetan absent mindedly acquiesced realizing only subsequently when Bhola turned up at their house that this was a strapping twenty year-old grown up male that he and Shobha would be sharing their roof with until Kamla-tai returned.
And then lockdown happened.
The reference to Bhola succeeded in interrupting Shobha and she withdrew her palm, having also realized the futility of coaxing life back into his freshly-discharged organ. She then turned over on her side to face Chetan who lay on his back. He turned his head to see her magnificent, firm breasts with the coin sized perfectly circular brown areola with an erect nipple at the crowning centre.
“So my baby is jealous, huh!”, she teased him with that smile that he knew would arouse any man who found himself in the same room with her.
“And that’s why my Chota Chetan scored twice in two days!”, she again had her teasing smile, but this time he was uncomfortable at her playful reference to his cock. She used that nickname for his cock to privately tease him in the early years of their marriage whenever she initiated their sex – and that was often the case – but she hadn’t used that nickname for a long time now.
“Jaanu, its risky with him around”, he repeated trying to rebuke her, but he knew he couldn’t muster a stronger tone with her. She always seemed to be the dominant one between the two of them.
“Relax, baby, you know that he has got his ticket booked to go back to his village the day after the lockdown ends”.
“What if he talks about us to others?”, he said expressing the nagging worry that bothered him.
“Baby, he is a buddhu,” (half-wit), she said in a tone that he recognized was the one she used in office, when she worked, with her colleagues and passed judgment. Unfortunately, she often used the same tone on him at home, and he could never push back on her confident assertive self. “He’s not smart like you. He can barely say whats in his mind”.
Chetan suspected that was merely because Bhola was shy and tongue-tied with Shobha because he had never been under the same roof as a smart, sexy and educated woman like Shobha, and that on his own, he suspected all twenty-year old males were the same – horny, testosterone driven and sex-starved. Bhola may be shy, he thought, but he;’s probably still a horny bastard.
He tried a more logical approach.
“What is he records something on his phone, or takes pictures of us”, he said, and couldn’t bring himself to say “you” instead of “us”.
“Relax, baby, he doesn’t have a smartphone. He just has the same feature phone you bought for Shanta-tai. And isn’t it my dear hubby who is getting excited? When was the last time you did it two times in two days?, huunh?”. She refrained from pointing out that she had’nt climaxed, and not that her husband seemed to have noticed.
“Woh to hai”, he conceded, but still be careful, ok? (Thats right, but still be careful), he said giving in to her.
She smiled secretly at having scored another small victory over him. Chetan’s breathing had slowed down, and he now turned his back to her. In less than a couple of minutes, she heard gentle snoring.
Shobha looked up. The curtains were closed but the room was brightly lit. She reached over and flipped the light switch off. It was just the bedlight that illuminated the bedroom in a soft golden glow. Chetan’s snoring got a bit louder and she now recognized he was fast asleep.
Shobha shifted to her back, and eased herself, still naked, to her side of the bed. She half-closed her eyes, and moistened her lips gently with her tongue. He fingers almost involuntarily moved to her pussy. It was still moist with the remnants of his discharge. Her index finger rubbed against the clitoris – first gently, and then then harshly. He left hand instinctively moved to her breasts squeezing them and mimicking the actions of a fantasy lover. She clenched her lips to prevent making a noise but the snoring husband was past noticing. Then her middle finger parted her pussy lips and penetrated it. That was when she started trembling, and spasms of pleasures swept across in in violent waves through her naked body.
The masturbation over, Shobha now drifted into a dreamless sleepMein kaise lag rahi hoon?” (How do I look?), asked Shobha, as she sashayed into Chetan’s study room.
Chetan shut down his office laptop and took off his headset. He had just finished his last call of the day, and turned around and looked at his wife. She was gorgeous. She had tried on a new dress she had ordered in advance for her birthday and was in a playful mood. She was wearing a noodle strap top with a U cut neck that generously flattered her cleavage. The top was matched with a long skirt that clung tightly to her waist and hips and then flared out just below her thighs, therefore accentuating her shapely ass. She had her million dollar smile that could make any man’s heart flutter, and then she swirled. The skirt clung to her hips and thighs and flared out below, and the top had an equally deep cut at the back. Her bare back was exposed. She was gifted with a smooth blemish-less back. It was one of those blouses that automatically ruled out wearing a bra.
As she swirled once more, he noted again her hourglass figure. Her breasts were full and heavy; she was after all a mother but had exercised regularly to keep her weight largely in shape. She thrust those gorgeous breasts forward and struck a pose with her hands on her waist.
The top clung snugly to her breasts, flattering the curves. The deep cleavage arrested his sight. Chetan instinctively checked if her nipples were protruding but the dress did a good job covering them. It was a classy party wear, designed to make other women jealous and the men excited. Hot and sexy.
“Take my photo”, she said, and handed him her phone. Chetan clicked a.couple of pics. She had the natural body comfort of a model, and gave him a couple of poses including one where she pouted. She stuck her tongue out at the camera and the bent forward at the waist – the forward bend opening up her deep cleavage even more.
” Ok, now a selfie with both of us”, she said. Chetan came over and put his hand around her shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulders, both smiling at the camera and tried a couple of selfie shots. Shobha looked at the results and shook her head. The selfie mode wasn’t at a wide enough angle to capture both of them together as well as her full dress.
“Ok, let’s call Bhola”, she said, catching him completely off guard.
” Bhola!”, she called aloud, even before Chetan could protest. The fellow magically materialized at the door. Chetan wondered with suspicion if the fellow was lurking just outside the door. Shobha didn’t mind Bhola’s quick entry.
“Bhola, saheb aur mere photo kheenchna. Acche se!.” ( Take a photo of your master and me. And do it nicely!)
Bhola nodded his head like an excited puppy, and ready to do his mistress’s bidding. The fellow was.probably smitten by her beauty, thought Chetan. He noted that the guy was wearing one of those vest like t-shirts that showed off his fit and muscular shoulders. Chetan felt a faint twang of jealousy as he looked at his own paunch in sorry comparison.
Shobha handed over the phone to Bhola and came and posed next to Chetan and slightly to the front of him. He put his hands on her waist and she clung close to him, her cheeks against his. He inhaled, smelling her delectable feminine perfume. She pushed back her ass against his crotch. Chetan raised his left hand from her left waist to several inches higher and just below her breasts.
Bhola clicked a couple of photos. Shobha changed her angle and snuggled closer to Cheta, and his chin nuzzled against her neck.
That’s when Chetan couldn’t resist it. He moved his left hand higher cupping his wife’s left breast and in Bhola’s plain view. The fellow continued to click pretending not to notice. Chetan gave Shobha’s breast a firm squeeze. Her breast was firm and a frisson of pleasure ran through his body. Shobha moaned softly. Bhola couldn’t have missed it and continued to pretend not to notice. Chetan felt mildly annoyed and squeezed harder. Shobha moaned louder.
“Stop it”, she feigned annoyance, in that playful tone that suggested she clearly didn’t want him to stop.
“Bhabhi, check karna”, Bhola interrupted and addressed her using the North Indian term for sister-in-law, (Please check)
Shobha broke away from Chetan’s grasp, leaving him slightly disappointed, and came over to Bhola’s side. She stood by Bhola’s side and checked the photos flipping through them. Bhola stood a little too close to her and peered over her shoulder at the phone. Or, as Chetan suddenly realized, pretended to. Bhola stood a few inches taller than Shobha, and she stood almost pushing against his chest with her back. This gave the servant the perfect angle to peer into Shobha’s cleavage. Chetan’s heart began beating faster as he realized the eyeful that the fellow must be getting. Shobha wasn’t wearing a bra and he wondered if the fellow could glimpse her nipple. Shobha shook her head, clearly unhappy at the photos and the act of shaking caused just the slightest jiggle to her breasts.
“The light isn’t good”,she declared, “Lets go elsewhere”.
“Follow me” , she wagged her finger at both men, and sauntered out of the room. Bhola followed immediately behind her with Chetan trailing behind both. Shobha swayed her ass in that delectable walk she had. Bhola had both eyes focused on his mistress’s rounded ass as he followed barely a foot behind.
“Bastard”‘, Chetan mentally cursed the fellow. He should know that’s my wife that he is ogling. And he is a servant in our house.
Shobha led both men to their bedroom. Chetan felt uneasy. Bhola rarely entered their bedroom, and Chetan considered it their private space. Shobha didn’t seem to mind.
She chose a well.lit spot just in front of the bed and repeated their previous pose with the camera handed over to Bhola. This time, Chetan felt a burst of masculine pride and roughly grabbed Shobha by the waist pulling her more closely to him. And roughly put both his hands on her waist squeezing her.
” Naughty boy!”, she whispered angrily, but loud enough for Bhola to hear, trying to pat away his hand. In response, Chetan roughly squeezed his wife’s breast in full and plain view of their servant. As if this wasn’t enough, he thrust his entire palm into her cleavage and cupped her naked left breast. The breast felt naked and warm. He squeezed even harder. Shobha gave a yelp of pain. In response, he cupped the right breast too and squeezed that one too. Chetan was now shamelessly squeezing his wife’s breasts in front of their servant’s wide eyed gaze. The fellow was bemused and clicking away photos not knowing how to react.
“Bastard, always leching at my wife…. Let me show you who’s the boss in this house”, said Chetan to himself. He now spun Shobha around and towards him, facing her and kissed her hard on her mouth.
Shobha was completely taken aback by this sudden surge is passion in her husband, and she responded kissing him back hard ignoring Bhola who was now both wide eyed and open mouthed but still had the phone camera firmly and dutifully focused on the erotic scene in front of him. Chetan pushed his tongue against Shobha. She opened her mouth and sucked noisily. Chetan shifted his hands down and now squeezed Shobha’s buttocks. In response, Shobha put her arms around his neck and lifted her legs now encircling his hips. Her skirt rode higher exposing her creamy thighs.
Chetan took a step back to support himself against his wife’s weight as she tightened her legs around his waist. He tripped against the edge of the bed and both of them fell across on the mattress. Chetan immediately rolled over into a missionary position, continuing to kiss Shobha violently, their lips still interlocked. He squeezed Shobha down, and with one hand he continued squeezing her ample breast. From the corner of his eye, he saw the servant get closer and almost within touching distance of the entwined couple in their amorous embrace.
Chetan felt the blood rushing into his face. In a single, smooth and forceful action, he pulled violently against the front strap of Shobha’s top. The fragile dress tore loudly. Shobha’s left naked breast was immediately exposed. The brown nipple was erect and hard. Bhola couldn’t believe his eyes at the crazed sight in front of him. The servant took a step closer now less than a foot away from the couple. Shobha’s hands were pinned against her back and she yelped in surprise at this assault. Bhola brought the camera even closer, the screen on the phone now focused on his mistress’s left breast with the nipple now at the centre. Chetan squeezed the nipple violently between his thumb and forefinger. And again squeezed hard at the breast now shamelessly kneading it in full view of their servant. And resumed kissing Shobha.
This continued for a few minutes, before Shobha twisted around and broke her husband’s grip over her. She wrenched free and rolled over, freeing herself. In the process the right shoulder strap of the too too came off and her right breast too was exposed to public view. She rolled over to the side of the bed, the act pulling up her skirt even higher and exposing her upper thigh and a quick flash of her white panty. She then then got up. Her breasts still exposed, she first snatched the phone from Bhola’s hands.
“Bhola, jao yahan se!” ( Bhola, please go away!). She was surprisingly calm and composed.
Reluctantly but wordlessly, the servant stumbled out of their bedroom.
And a sex crazed Chetan pulled his wife back to the bed and peeled off whatever was left of her top. This time, Shobha didn’t protest and the couple again embraced one another in passion.
Mad in the throes of passion, neither of them bothered about the open door to their bedroom as they made love.”It’s Bhola’s birthday tomorrow”, said Shobha.
She was sitting at the dining table peeling boiled potatoes just after the couple had finished their breakfast. Chetan was engrossed in his emails on his laptop. The day hadnt yet started for him, and he often brought his laptop to the breakfast table. He looked up, peering at her through his reading glasses, partially distracted from a regional office report that indicates stress building up for the bank’s clients due to COVID.
This was a couple of days after their indiscretion that night when what was supposed to be a clicking a few harmless photographs turned into a session where Chetan had ended up exposing Shobha’s breasts in front of Bhola. Both had woken up, each embarrassed about what had happened, but found the perfect defence as they went about the day normally without reference to the bizarre events of the previous night. Chetan dreaded making eye contact with Bhola but was soon engrossed in his day’s lockdown home office routine and found he didn’t have to face Bhola at all. He wondered how Shobha dealt with having to supervise Bhola’s housework knowing fully that the young man had seen her naked breast. To his silent relief, she behaved normally and calmly as if nothing untoward had happened. Chetan found it easier to play along with the same fiction.
So what was this reference to Bhola’s birthday? He looked around for Bhola and didn’t see the fellow in earshot. Probably babysitting Bunty and watching cartoons together with his son in the kids room, he concluded.
“Tracking Bhola’s birthdays now, are we!”, he attempted sarcasm. Shobha ignored him.
“The apartment management is compiling details about all inmates to track during the lockdown”, she said, “and I happened to see his date of birth on his Aadhar card when I gave it to them”.
“So should we give him a gift?”, he dialed up the sarcasm, “or maybe put up another show for him!”
This time she put down the potato peeler and gave him a glare, “Don’t blame me. You are the one who behaved in a shameless manner!”, she went on the counter attack. “You were the one who pulled off my dress while he was watching”, she said her voice rising a few decibels.
Discretion was the better part of valour, decided Chetan, and having been at the receiving end of his wife’s retorts, found merit in retreating.
“So what do you have in mind? “, his tone was now more neutral as he attempted a feeble effort at change of topic.
“Look, Jaanu, think of it this way”, she now had that tone that he mentally thought of as the baby doll tone, seductive and something he could never resist when she demanded something in that tone. “Bhola has his tickets booked for April 5 the day after lockdown ends”, and it’s nice on our part to give him a gift before he goes back to his village in Bihar. And we won’t see him again after that. Ever!”.
And we won’t see him again after that. Ever! That would be a relief, he thought silently.
She continued, “Lets have dinner and drinks along with him tomorrow night. Anyway, it’s a Friday evening and we aren’t going out anywhere with this lockdown “.
Chetan thought about it. Bhola usually had his dinner by himself either in his servant room, or in the living doom, while sitting on the floor and watching TV, after the couple had finished theirs. Shobha wanted to make the birthday special for him. But dinner along with the couple at the same table? And drinks?
Chetan felt uncomfortable, but Shobha had made up her mind.
Bhola was initially bemused when Shobha wished him on his birthday – he barely celebrated the day, and certainly didn’t expect his gorgeous mistress to wish him in the morning.
Especially after the dream-like events two nights before.
He had been replaying that scene again and again in his head and had jerked off in the privacy of his room – his mistress standing in front, by her husband wearing that beautiful dress that he had seen only in movies and web series and which flattered her shapely bust… she standing next to her husband and looking at his camera posing for that photograph…. her eyes locked into his while her lucky husband stood next to her….her gaze and that bewitching smile made his heart beat wildly ….then her husband squeezing his wife’s breast in front of him ….and then the husband’s hand slipping under her top and squeezing that breast…..Shobha protesting but not resisting …And then Chetan pulling her to the bed and pulling off her top,…..and that heavenly sight when her full, shapely creamy breast was exposed to his hungry gaze, the camera forgotten ….he still remembered her fair skin, the well rounded globes, the perfectly circular Brown areola with the crowning dark and erect nipple….. and then Shobha recovering and getting up from the bed with both her breasts exposed….calmly asking him to leave the room….And he reluctantly complying.
What would be have not given to be in the room and watch that lucky bastard of a husband strip his mistress completely and make love to this sex goddess!! …..
He snapped out of his reverie and felt a shiver of pleasure to through his body as Shobha patted him on his cheeks to wish him. His heartbeat always accelerated when she looked at him and smiled. He had never seen anyone as gorgeous as her in real life and he always thought of her as a movie star. She seemed to have completely been unaffected by the events of the night before making him wonder if it was all just a dream.
Shobha gave him a gift – it was a branded shirt that Chetan had ordered online only to discover that it was small for him but hasn’t returned it. She gave him a shaving kit and cologne and asked him to shave.
She caressed his sideburns slowly with her long slender fingers, a bit longer than needed and said, “Poora shave karna. Acche se. Poora clean.”. (Shave completely. Completely!)
And tapped him suggestively on his chest, and then with her full open palm on his midriff.
He shuffled uncomfortably hoping she wouldn’t notice his hard-on.
Credit : RaviShikha

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