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, and Chetan absently 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 hand’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 sleep
“Mein 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 blemishless 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 shojlders, 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 crotc. 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 diappointed, 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 serrvant’s wide eyed gaze. The fellow was bemused and clicking away photos not knowing how to react.
“Bastard, always letching 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 remarkably calm and composed.
Reluctantly but wordlessly, the servant stumbled out of their bedroom.
And a sex crazed Cheta pulled his wife back to the bed and peeled off whatever was left of her top. This time, Shobha didnt 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 Sbobha’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 p!ay along with that 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 I have 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, “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”.
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 in front of him …..
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 ma!ing him wonder if it was 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.
Shobha put Bunty to sleep early. Thank god, the two-year old was an early sleeper and she didn’t have the problems most mother’s with a kid his age had during the lockdown about keeping the kids occupied.
Chetan and she almost always went out on Friday evening’s for a dinner at five-star hotel or a happening restaurant that she picked. Of course, it was she who always made these choices.
The lockdown wasn’t going to change anything about Friday evening’s being special.
Shobha was a good cook, and quickly hustled up spaghetti and pasta – Chetan’s favorite, and something he always enjoyed with red wine. She hoped Bhola would like it too. It probably didn’t matter too much, she decided. She felt a shiver of anticipation at the experience of sharing dinner at the table with Bhola.
The dinner ready, she took a long leisurely shower and put on another of her evening dresses. She perfume on her neck, and on her underarms. She brushed her thick wavy shoulder length hair until it shone. And applied just a cash of lipstick. She admired herself in the mirror. The lockdown wasn’t going to change anything about the way she dressed up on Friday night!
Chetan finally finished his last call before Friday evening, and massaged his neck. His head, neck and shoulders hurt from taking hours of calls almost continuously. He patted his growing paunch and wished he could be more fit. Maybe like Bhola.
The fellow had strong shoulders and a flat stomach. The thought of Bhola reminded him about his wife’s plan to have dinner with their setvant. That jolted him back to reality and made him anxious about what lay ahead in the evening. The concept of having dinner with their servant was inconceivable, but what the heck, in lockdown anything goes. Thankfully nobody would know what went on within the four walls of their house. Thank god for the lockdown!
He quickly ca!s out of his study, changed to a set of clothes suitable for a Friday evening. Shobha had specifically told him to dress well, and he didn’t want to incur her wrath
Dressed and dinner ready, he went looking for Shobha.
He found her in the living room, and saw she was looking gorgeous and dressed to kill. She had a one-piece black dress that showed just the right degree of stylish cleavage that would make men notice but pass acceptably. Her dress ended just below her knees hinting at her shapely legs. She saw him, smiled and twirled, the act sending her storyline higher exposing her fleshy smooth thighs for just that tantalizing moment. He walked across, and put an arm around her waist. She smiled back and kisses him on his cheeks, nuzzling and nibbling at his earlobes.
“So, where’s our birthday guest?” , he asked curiously.
As if on cue, Bhola walked into the room.
Both Chetan and Shobha stared at Bhola. The dashing, handsome man looked very different from the servant they knew. The unkempt sideburns were gone, as was the unruly hair. Bhola had generously used Chetan’s hair gel that Shobha moaned him. His thick hair was swept back, glistening with the gel and giving him a smart well-manicured look. He had a strong jawline and a square jaw that went well with the curly hair. The blue slim fit shirt that Shobha gifted him flattered his build and broad chest, giving him a movie star look. The untidy servant from Bihar was gone, and replaced by a handsome, well groomed hunk with rugged looks that most women would give a second glance from the corner of their eyes.
Even married women.
Especially happy married women like Shobha.
Once Chetan got over the fact that the rugged, handsome guy with a great physique was actually their servant, dinner went surprisingly well. Shobha had seated herself between both men at the round shaped dinner table. Chetan loved the food, and Bhola was unexpectedly shy and tongue tied initially. Shobha kept the conversation going smoothly with questions about Bhola’s native place and life in the village. Chetan divided his attention between the food, which he helped himself to generous portions and questions of his own. Chetan postsecondary red wine, and filled all three wine glasses generously and refilled Bhola’s after Shobha successfully got Bhola to down the first glass.
It turned out that Bhola’s real name was Bhuvan and his good physique was the result of working long hours at his uncle’s fields. Chetan couldn’t help notice that Bhola kept his eyes downcast and spoke shyly atvthebsyart, but as the dinner progressed, the guy cast lifelong looks at Shobha. Perhaps It was the wine, thought Chetan. Or the Shobha’s cleavage.
Chetan’s mobile.phone beeped. He glanced at the message, groaned and got up.
“Jaanu, the London office needs something urgently”, he missed Shobha on her cheek, and noted distracted her deep cleavage. She made face.
As he walked away, his distracted mind already on the information request from the London office, a part is his brain told him that he was leaving his surprisingly handsome young servant – now a dinner guest at their dinner table – alone with his very sexy wife.
Shobha poured a third glass of wine into Bhuvan’s glass – she tried not to think of him as Bhola any more. She showed him how to clink glasses and he followed shyly. he would do anything this gorgeous woman across the table would tell him to do, Bhola thought to himself.
A few seconds of awkward silence passed between them. Shobha toyed with the food on her plate. As she sipped from her some glass, she caught him staring at her cleavage. She smiled back at him, and he blushed with embarrassment at being caught out.
“Aapka necklace bahut badiya ha”, he made a clumsy effort to explain the object of his attention. (Your necklace is beautiful)
Shobha looked down at her cleavage. It was a good observation. She was wearing a large svarowsky pendant on a thin gold chain that flattered her cleavage, and the black top.
She smiled. “Accha laga? Dekho”, (Do you like it? Have a look) she leaned forward towards him, the pendant in her hands and trying to get it near him for a closer look. He obligingly leaned forward too. Their heads came close together. He was inches from her pendant, and more importantly from her cleavage. He saw the generous curve of her breasts this close. Her womanly perfume wafted into his nostrils. He had never smelt anything so good and his pulse began racing.
Shobha noticed the reddening of his face and slowly moved closer to his mouth. He now took the pendant from her for a closer look. It hung on a short chain, and she angled and twisted towards him. Their lips were now inches apart. She cupped his chin gently, preventing him from moving back reflexively. She then nibbled his ear gently. She could sense the rapid breathing and smelled the manly cologne she had gifted him. Bhola – or Bhuvan – drew a deep breath, inhaling her womanly fragrance, closed his eyes to savour this heavenly experience.
Shobha then kissed him at the corner of his mouth, teasing and barely a kiss. His eyes still closed, he turned around and leaned forward for a full kiss. Shobha teasingly pulled back just that fraction, and brushed her lips against his. Her hand instead reached over to his thighs and lightly cupped his crotch. He had a bulge and she prepared to squeeze the bulge.
Just then they heard the footsteps of a returning Chetan and both pulled back quickly. One with reluctance and the other with fright.
Chetan walked in, massaging his neck and grimacing. “Bloody fellows! Can’t even let us have dinner in peace.”
Shobha gained control quickly and shuffled the plates, now empty. She suggested they move to the balcony with their drinks – something they frequently did – and have Bhuvan join them there. Bhuvan obliged cleaning the table quickly, anything to hide his discomfort and his hard-on.
The dinner over, the three of them shifted to the balcony terrace. Shobha and Chetan stretched out on cozy armchairs and Bhuvan – or Bhola – sat on a beanbag facing both of them. The 20th floor balcony overlooked the sprawling but silent city, eerily silent and traffic-less with the lockdown. A cool breeze was blowing and it looked like the pre-monsoon showers might roll into Bangalore.
Shobha stretched her long, smooth legs, a wine glass in her hands. Her dress rode above her knees and Chetan seated diagonally across her on the beanbag got the an eyeful of those creamy thighs as he leaned forward with his wine glass held in both hands. Chetan sprawled on his armchair, eyes half closed and squirmed and stretched his stiff neck, and lazily lit a cigarette and offered one to Bhuvan. Bhuvan gratefully accepted, took a deep puff and coughed not used to the quality of tobacco.
Shobha laughed, leaned forward and pulled the cigarette from Bhuvan’s lips, took a deep puff herself, put it carefully back between his lips and exhaled with the comfort of a woman accustomed to the occasional smoke. Bhuvan had never seen a woman smoke before, much less share a puff with him and found it inexplicably sexy. Shobha shuffled her long legs and placed them on the beanbag touching Bhuvan’s hips. Even in the dim lights of a cloudy night, Bhuvan could see her creamy upper thighs and a contact of her bare ankles against his hips sent a shiver of arousal through him.
Chetan made small talk and asked about Bhuvan’s village in Bihar. Shobha asked him about some neighbours in their Bangalore apartment society and felt reassured when Bhuvan seemed oblivious to the apartment society gossip – it felt like the fellow could be trusted to maintain discretion.
“Bhola, koi girl friend hai Kya tumhari?” , Chetan blew a lazy smoke ring and asked. (Bhola, so you have a girlfriend?)
“Saheb, humari itni kismat kahan”, said Bhuvan, and then perhaps encouraged by the intimacy ventured, “Saheb, aap to bahut naseeb walein hain ki Shobha bhaji aapke sath hain”. (Sir, you are lucky. You have someone like Shobha madam).
Chetan blew another smoke ring, rubbed his hurting neck, and said, “Yaar, tumhari body itni fit hai. Koi ladki toh zaroor patayi hogi tumne.” ( Buddy, you have such a fit physique! You must have scored with a girl!)
Bhola blushed at the compliment not knowing how to react.
“Toh Shobha bhabhi itni pasand hai kya?”, said Chetan, pouring and refilling Bhola’s glass. (Do you like Shobha madam so much?)
Bhola blushed again, nodded and grinned!
” Toh bolo kyun? ” (Tell me why?)
A coy Bhola shuffled on his beanbag, gathered courage and said, “Bhabhi bahut sundar hai” (Madam is very beautiful!)
Chetan took a puff and pressed forward with the confidence that he had his man cornered, “Toh Shobha bhabhi ke liye kuch bhi karoge?” (Will you do anything for Shobha madam?)
Poor Bhola walked unsuspecting into the trap and nodded, “Kyon nahi saheb. Bhabi bahut achhi hain”. (Why not, sir? Madam is a nice person).
The fellow is a simpleton, concluded Chetan and turned the screw, “Achha toh apni t-shirt utaro. Bhabhi ko dikhao kitni solid hai tumhari body”. (OK, then take off your t-shirt. Show madam how good is your physique!).
Bhola looked confused and looked at both Shobha and Chetan.
Shobha raised her leg slightly, exposed a bit more of her thigh. She switched on her baby doll voice, “Come on Bhola, utaro na, Tum itna handsome ho, yaar. Sharmao mat” (Come on Bhola, take it off. Don’t be shy. You are a handsome dude),
Not used to the wine or the baby doll tone, Bhola didn’t hesitate. Eager to please his mistress, the smitten fellow stood up and took off his T shirt in a single motion. Bare chested, but oddly confident, his chest puffed up, he waited for admiration.
Shobha looked at the handsome clean shaven bare chested handsome fellow. He was clearly a simpleton and she wasn’t going to stop just here.
She placed her wine glass on the floor, stood up herself and took a step closer to Bhola. She was just inches away from him. Unconcerned about her husband, she put both her hands on his broad shoulders and caressed his upper chest. The muscles felt hard, typical of someone with a rustic lifestyle and physically active. She traced her index finger over his pectorals, then along his upper shoulders and felt his biceps. Bhola smelt her womanly fragrance at close proximity for the second time that night and inhaled quietly. Her husband watching her intently, Shobha rubbed his upper chest again with her flat palm, and then traced the outline of Bhola’s nipple with her fingernail.
Bhola shivered, and felt blood rush in to engorged his cock.
Chetan was feeling a bit woozy with the wine, but not enough to feel disconnected at the proximity of his wife and his servant. His neck was stiff and called for attention.
“Bhola, mera shoulder massage karna” , he called out. (Bhola, massage my shoulder)
A reluctant and bare chested Bhola stepped back from physical contact with his mistress for the second time that night and walked over to behind his master and began massaging Chetan’s shoulder. Shobha shrugged, sat down on the armchair and crossed and uncrossed her legs. Standing behind his masters back, and continuing the massage, Bhola managed to get a good eyeful. Chetan sipped some more wine, took a deep drag on his cigarettes and closed his eyes as he relaxed under the ministrations of Bhola’s kneading of his shoulder.
That’s when it began to drizzle.
Shobha suggested they move into the bedroom, and all three moved in to take cover from the drizzle. Chetan sprawled over on the bed, and Bhola moved by his side to resume the massage.
That’s when Shobha made her move
She lay down on the other side of the bed and crossed her right hand over her forehead.
“Bhola, sirf saheb ka hi massage karoge yah mere liye bhi time nikaloge?” ( Bhola, will you only massage your master or will you find some time for me too?.)
Chetan’s jaw dropped and he started to say something but held back to see what would happen. Bhola grinned foolishly and obediently walked across to Shobha’s side of the bed.
Shobha pulled up her skirt halfway above her creamy thighs. Her smooth, shapely legs were bare and inviting. Bhola sat down gingerly at the edge of the bed by her feet. She wriggled her toes to indicate silently with her eyes that he should start there. Bhola dutifully began kneading her soles and then ankles. Her feet felt tender and enticing to touch. He had a great viewing angle to her thighs which remained crossed together. After a couple of minutes, after he felt he had her relaxed, he moved up and massaged her shin and calf muscles. Shobha began breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling under her top as she felt the strong masculine pressure on her calf muscles. Bhola watched Chetan from the corner of his eyes but his master didn’t move but seemed watching the spectacle closely. Shobha then moaned softly.
Bhola took that as a sign of encouragement and decided to move up. Mustering courage, and emboldened by the wine, he passed over Shobha’s knees and moved up to her thighs. Shobha rewarded his boldness by now parting her thighs. His heart leaped in his throat as he thought he saw her panty. She parted her thighs a bit more before bringing them a bit closer but not before he glimpsed her black panties. Bhola now had a full hardon and was glad he was squatting at the edge of the bed, legs crossed and relieved it was hidden from Shobha’s view.
“Maza aa raha hai?” asked Chetan, lazily blowing from his puff. (Are you enjoying it?).
Bhola stayed dumb unsure if the question was addressed him him or his mistress.
“Bolo Bhola, saheb pooch rahe hain ki maza as raha hai ki nahin?”. (Speak up Bhola. Your master is asking if you are enjoying it). This time it was Shobha.
Bhola felt speechless, and could merely managed to nod dumbly.
” Zor se bolo, Bhola, kuch sunaiye nahi diya”, (Speak up Bhola, Cant hear you!), pushed Chetan.
Bhola managed to find his voice. “Haan saheb, maza aa raha hai”. And then mustering courage, he ventured, “Bhabhi, aapko maza aa raha hai na?” ( Madam, are you enjoying it?)
Shobha turned conspiratorially to her husband, “Dekho, pooch raha hai ki mujhe maza aa raha hai kya!” ( Look, he is asking me if I am enjoying it!).
Chetan smirked and decided to taunt Bhola, “Bhola, maalom hai, Aurat ko kaise maza dete hain? (Bhola, so you know how to please a woman?)
Bhola, madam ke paon kiss karo. (Bhola, kiss madam’s feet). Chetan decided to humiliate Bhola.
Poor Bhola would have done anything to keep massaging his mistress’s feet. He gently kissed her on her ankles. She rewarded him by briefly parting her thighs. That gorgeous panty again came into view. She She closed her thighs again. Bhola felt like a child who is shown a chocolate before it is again hidden from view. He swallowed and kissed his mistress’s toes again. It felt so tender. Instinctively he sucked her toes. This time, she moaned softly.
Chetan leaned across from his side of the bed and brought his face close to Shobha. She parted her lips on anticipation, now getting aroused herself.
Chetan had tasted blood in teasing Bhola and felt fully in control. He stubbed his cigarette into an ash tray by the bedside.
” Bhola, madam ka figure kaisa hai?” (Bhola, how do you like madam’s figure?).
Bhola nodded dumbly, his hard on seemed to have drained blood from his face, and croaked, “Accha hai” (It’s good)
“Madam ka boobs kaisa hai?” (How do you like madam’s boobs?) Chetan placed his left palm over Shobha’s breast and squeezed it gently through the top. Shobha moaned again.
Bhola figured if he nodded and indicated approval, this delirious state could continue for some more time. Already his birthday was feeling like a dream he didn’t want to wake up from. Chetan rewarded him by squeezing Shobha’s breast harder. She moaned loudly and squirmed, parting her legs slightly more.
“Aur dekhoge?” (Want to see more?). Chetan was now feeling like the dominant male taunting a poor hapless weaker male showing off his sexual trophy. Drunk with this power, and wanting to see the hapless servant drool further, he decided to raise the stakes higher.
In one single stroke, he reached across and pulled up Shobha’s skirt over her waist. Shobha shrieked and protested as her black panties were now fully exposed to both men. Chetan swiftly unbuttoned the skirt, pulled it off her body and threw it carelessly across the bedroom. Shobha instinctively put her hands to cover her panty clad pussy but a laughing and drunk Chetan brusged away her hands. Bhola’s eyes widened with lust and disbelief as he saw his mistress’s creamy smooth and shapely thighs and the black panty clad pussy right in front of him. The panty snugly covered thick pussy lips forming a camel toe. He also saw that the panty had an unmistakable damp spot right at the centre.
Shobha was now giggling and rolling side by side on the bed and covered her face with her palms in false modesty. Drunk with power at this extraordinary control he had over two people, Chetan decided he wanted more. He pulled Shobha’s top from under her and over her shoulder. Shobha’s black matching bra came into view. Shobha was now clad only in black bra and black panty, both snugly fitting her shapely body and laughing hysterically like a small girl playing a game with two boys disrobing her in a kids game. She rolled over on her stomach before rolling back again to her back. For a few seconds, Bhola saw her gorgeous ass with a part of her buttocks exposed to his hungry eyes before she turned back and presented him again with her panty clad pussy. Her creamy fair skin contrasted with the black panty and her curvaceous waist with just the gentle roll of fat, then flat belly and a deep navel and a flat stomach.
Suddenly, she paused giggling and looked at Bhola directly.
“Bhola, apna pant utaro”, (Bhola, take off your pant).
Bhola’s heart missed a beat and his mind went blank and he stared at her dumb and speechless, wondering if he had heard correctly. Then Chetan wagged a finger at him, gesturing for the offending garment to be discarded. Bhola had no choice but to take off his new jeans. His coloured underwear came into view. He could no longer now hide his bulge.
Both husband and wife looked intently at the bulge.
Like a school boy caught by the class teacher with a hardon, Bhola tried to cover his hard on with his hands, but Chetan laughed cruelly, wagged his finger and gestured to him to part his palms.
Bhola closed his eyes and took his hands off his crotch and put them on his hips. When he opened his eyes, Shobha had a fresh demand.
” Bhola, yeh bhi utaar do”. (Bhola, take it off too).
It was a command. Bhola felt powerless. In a daze, he pulled down his briefs to his ankles.
Both husband and wife stared at his naked cock. It was dark chocolate brown, full, hard and looked swollen and the knob at the top almost ready to burst. It was medium sized but thicker than what they would have expected but in keeping with Bhola’s broad shoulders and chest. The round brown knob at the end was glistening in the yellow light of the bedroom. Bhola had also trimmed his pubic hair and his cock stood proud in contrast to its owner’s shyness.
This cock is beautiful, thought Shobha. She unconsciously moistened her lips as she checked out their naked servant.
“Ek baar ghumo” , Shobha commanded him. (Turn around)
Her naked slave obediently spun around. She noted his firm, curved buttocks and narrow waist. His buttocks were a lighter shade of brown than the rest of his body. Unlike Chetan, who had a soft flouncy hairy ass, Bhola’s buttocks were hairless, well rounded and muscular. Good enough to bite, she thought, and felt her pussy go moist. He had a well muscled back and broad shoulders, not like a body builder but like that of a simple young man of his age and fitness. Chetan used to have the same physique, she recalled wistfully, when they got married six years back.
Chetan wanted to distract his wife from ogling their naked servant. His beautiful wife was stretched out on their marital bed, naked except for being dressed in a black bra and panty and ogling their naked servant. And the servant had a hard on and a fit body.
Chetan’s own hardon now demanded attention. He rolled over on the bed to be closer to his wife, cupped her chin to pull her away from the sight that captivated her and kissed her savagely on her lips. With his left hand, he slipped her bra strap off her right shoulder exposing her full breast and repeated the act with the other strap. Shobha was now topless, on her back, clad in only a panty which now had a clear damp spot, her breasts exposed, brown nipples erect, and one naked man, not her husband, ogling at her nakedness along with her husband.
Chetan began sucking her left breast while kneading the other firmly. Bhola stood confused, his back against the bedroom wall. his underwear around his ankles, his penis erect and jutting out as he dropped his hands from his hips and slowly clenching and unclenching his fists not knowing what else to do with his hands. He was slowly beginning to get the realisation that his nakedness was something his gorgeous mistress liked. Shobha looked intently at him, past her husband who was fully focused on her breasts and made eye contact with the fellow and smiled. Bhola was too dazed to smile back. With her index finger, she gestured to him to come closer. Bhola gingerly came by her bedside and knelt down, his eyes now at the same level as the twin mound of her breasts and just two feet away.
Chetan was busy sucking the breast alternately and kneading them with one hand. Bhola had that familiar feeling of a poor starving kid at the school playground during lunchtime watching the rich kid open a Tiffin box full of goodies while he could only watch. Shobha looked at him lovingly, reached out with her hand to his broad naked shoulder caressed his muscular shoulder, teasingly ran her index finger along his biceps, clasped his left hand with her right hand and placed it in her flat bare stomach. Bhola had been enamoured of her flat stomach with the gentle roll of alluring fat that comes from being the mother of a child. He traced an outline on her navel. Mustering courage, Bhola dipped his finger and probed gently the cavity of her exposed navel.
Shobha moaned again under the combined effect of her servant caressing her navel and her husband mauling her breasts.
In his wine-intoxicated and sexually aroused state, Chetan realized his wife was also being touched by a competitor. He paused, confused whether he should resist, ignore or encourage competition.
She sighed and decided to have a quick hot shower before trying to get to sleep. As the hotspray of the shower hit her naked body in the privacy of her bathroom, her thoughts turned to Bhola and her mind recalled the sight of his erect cock and fit body.
She remembered he had a cute round tightly muscled ass – and reminded her so much about the handsome intern who joined her department and flirted with her. And with whom she flirted back. Shobha’s fingers involuntarily went to her pussy and she now turned on the hand faucet to jet mode aiming the water stream to her pussy lips and clitoris.
Her mind alternated between memory of the handsome intern and Bhola. She realized both had that rugged look in common. Both had a great body. Both were at least ten years younger than her. Both were lower down in the power equation versus her. Bhola was a complete simpleton, of course. She had correctly surmised that he was totally smitten with her. She derived a huge kick out of teasing Bhola. Just like with that handsome intern.
Just like with the intern whom she teased with that one unbutton undone on her white blouse when she asked him one day to help her with a minor computer problem. To help her, the intern had to peer at the screen over her shoulder. With that extra button undone, he could look deep into her generous cleavage and smell her alluring perfume. She noticed his discomfiture after a minute when he shuffled uncomfortably trying to hide a very obvious hardon. She innocently continued to tease him further, now with a pencil gently moving to and fro between her full lips, looking innocently into his eyes and voiced the double meaning question, “Is there a hardware problem? “. He obviously caught the inflection in her pronunciation on the hardware and shuffled back, his face red. Shobha derived a kick out of teasing him.
He knew she was teasing him, and more importantly he knew that she knew that he knew. Men were all the same, she thought. You had to push their buttons the right way and the blood would move from their brains to their dick making them putty in a woman’s hands.
Still lost in those thoughts, Shobha dried herself with a towel, wrapped it around her naked body and stepped back into the bedroom. That’s when she saw Bhola’s discarded jeans on the floor. The hapless fellow had exited clumsily – and naked – just clutching his briefs and t shirt. She picked it up and walked into the living room intending to leave it outside the door to his room for him to pick it up the next morning.
As she walked into the living room headed towards the passage way to the servant room, she paused startled.
“Bhola!”, She whispered fiercely in surprise and looked back hastily. The door to their bedroom was shut.
“Bhabhi, aap!”, (Madam! It’s you!) he jumped almost falling off from his perch startled by her presence. Surprise turned to embarrassment as he didn’t expect her to catch him in his briefs. Or to chance upon him dressed as she was in just a towel.
“Bhola, abhi tak yahan kya kar rahe ho? Soye nahin?” (Bhola, what are you doing here this late. Didn’t go to sleep?) Shobha recovered her usual confident poise, not withstanding the fact that she was dressed in a towel talking to her man servant who in turn was dressed in just his briefs, and with her husband asleep not more than twenty feet away, and not mindful of the fact that the servant had seen her topless just half an hour back.
Bhola began sobbing, catching her by surprise. He seemed to be mumbling something but couldn’t get his words coherent. Clearly he had been mooning away in the living room since being ejected – ignominiously naked – by her husband after the couple had both stripped and teased the poor fellow. He probably couldn’t take it and Shobha felt a pang of sympathy for him.
She stepped closer to him, again patting him on his cheeks to soothe him down and noticed the tear-streaked eyes. Do twenty year old handsome men cry? she mused. Strangely, she felt a sense of control on the situation not withstanding that she was dressed in just a towel.
“Baa….Bhaa..Bhabhi, Humko aise mat tadpao. Hum mar jayenge. Hum aap se pyar karte hain. Aap him as umar mein badi hain. Aur him aapke naukar hain. Par hamara bhi kuch khyal kijiye. Hum aap pe marte hain. Hum aap ke liye kuch bhi kar denge. Jaan de denge aapke liye. Par aisa humko tadpao mat bhabhi. Hum pagal no jayenge. Saheb ko bolo ki hum par aisa zulm na karein”. The words tumbled out in an emotional outburst catching her by surprise.
( “Madam, please don’t torture me like this. I will die. I love you. You are older than me. I am your servant. But please do think of me. I can give my life for you. I will do anything for you. I will give up my life. But please don’t trouble me like this. I am going crazy. Please tell saheb that he shouldn’t torture me like this……”)
Shobha instinctively tried to calm down his hysterics and felt a gush of sympathy for the anguish the poor fellow must be feeling.
She kissed him.
It was a soft kiss initially on his lips more to stop his emotional outburst. She tasted the tobacco on his lips from the cigarette that they had shared an hour back. His chin felt rough and with an evening shadow of a beard. He looked so vulnerable with his eyes covered with a film of tears. He closed his eyes and she kissed him on his closed eyes. And kissed him again on his lips.
This time he was prepared. He kissed back hungrily. She forced open his mouth. He parted his lips readily. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Not bad, she thought as she tasted the strange taste of his wet tongue and mouth. She was used to Chetan and this was a new male mouth. That he was a servant never crossed her head. She was the aggressor. They continued kissing and the silent room was filled with the noise of their smooching. Thank god, Chetan was a sound sleeper, thought Shobha.
Bhola now pulled her closer. She swept into an embrace and he tightened his strong arms around her. She now felt his strong muscles and his broad shoulders. Now he cupped her face in his hands and sucked back with an ardour that surprised her. His hands then went over her back.
Which is when her towel dropped leaving her naked and hugging her servant who was also naked but for his briefs.
BY : Ravi Shikha