Bhola’s heart jumped when he realized his mistress was now naked. His rough hands traveled all over her smooth naked back and grabbed that plump naked ass. He squeezed it once, then repeatedly as if frantic to feel if this was a dream for him. The smell of her recently shampooed wet hair drive him crazy and he gurgled at this erotic sensation. Shobha felt his rough hands part the cheeks of her buttocks. She felt her breasts squeezed against his naked chest.
Her hands traveled instinctively to his briefs and pulled it down. He obliged readily parting his legs for the garment to fall off. His raging hard-on was now pressed hard against her lower stomach. Now she greedily grabbed his buns. His ass felt right and muscular exactly the way she had imagined it when she saw him naked some time back. Her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his buttocks. She unconsciously mimicked the way he was squeezing her ass. He tightened his ass muscles as a reflex action and she felt the firm curve of his buttocks.
She pushed him away and stepped back. He took a step towards her, but she stepped back again. He paused, confusion and arousal both writ on his face.
Shobha stepped back stark naked.
The living room was lit in yellow light that made her skin glow like a golden goddess. She had an hour glass figure with shapely medium sized but swollen breasts, still swollen from the two years since her motherhood but having retained their firmness without a sag. The areola was light brown, perfectly circular and coin sized with the nipple dark brown and erect. She had that gentle roll of fat around her waist that young mothers in India have and which makes the sari such a wicked dress, especially when it flatters a flat stomach and a fleshy ass. Shobha kept her pubic hair trimmed – not shaven – and the jet black pubis contrasted with her fair skin.
The living room was lit in yellow light that made her skin glow like a golden goddess. She had an hour glass figure with shapely medium sized but swollen breasts, still swollen from the two years since her motherhood but having retained their firmness without a sag. The areola was light brown, perfectly circular and coin sized with the nipple dark brown and erect. She had that gentle roll of fat around her waist that young mothers in India have and which makes the sari such a wicked dress, especially when it flatters a flat stomach and a fleshy ass. Shobha kept her pubic hair trimmed – not shaven – and the jet black pubis contrasted with her fair skin
Shobha now stared at Bhola.
With an evening shadow on his chin, this broad shouldered, naked dude with a smooth, clean shaven chest and flat stomach could have easily been a male model. A model for male underwear, she thought, and smiled faintly She looked at his cock, thick and swollen nestled in curly black pubic hair. He was medium sized but thick and the swollen bulb looked like it was begging for woman’s attention.
Shobha reclined on the cushioned 3-seated sofa, the long thick tresses covering her bare back and silently gestured Bhola to come closer. He obediently stepped closer, his erect penis wobbling with every step he took. He came closer and his cock was now almost eye level to Shobha as she lay on the sofa. She rolled over on her stomach to make space for him on the sofa, but he continued standing next to her now staring at her now exposed ass.
She reached out and gently touched the shaft of his cock. His cock twitched and throbbed at the first ever womanly touch Bhola felt on his cock. Shobha’s slim fingers curled around the shaft. It felt hot, slightly moist to touch and had that strong masculine smell. It felt different from Chetan, she mused. Bhola’s was dark brown, while Chetan’s was much fairer. Bhola’s had a nice bulbous head, while Chetan’s was more like a light sausage. This was nicer, she decided, and smiled to herself.
She was lying naked, on her stomach on the sofa, her bare ass exposed to Bhola. She had meant to invite him to sit next to her on the sofa but he was still a servant, and stood close to her as if offering his cock for display and inspection.
Shobha hesitated, unsure what to do next. Contrary to her assertive external appearance, Shobha had been monogomous in her marital life, and had just one sexual encounter before marriage. Both her lovers were mediocre and pretty straight laced in their tastes. Chetan never liked oral sex. She kissed him a few times down “there”, and had tried a few times to give him a blow job. He always pushed her away and preferred instead to mount her missionary style. He kissed her down there a few times, usually disinterestedly and when she nudged him to do more, he would reply that he found it distasteful and seemed to think penetration, humping and his own release were all there was to sex between the two of them. And then childbirth had happened, and with it a long period of abstinence …. until his sexual ardour seemed to have recently rebounded back with the lockdown. Rebounded but with no improvement in his sexual technique, thought Shobha.
Shobha, of course, watched plenty of porn like many women, and was curious about blowjobs but had never handled a real cock in real life.
She felt the desire growing between her legs, but there was still that pang of guilt that held her back. Bhola, on the other hand, was going crazy with lust but didn’t have the expertise or confidence to make a move on his own.
Shobha traced the length of his cock with her index finger. It twitched in response. His manly odour aroused her. He used her full palm and grasped it as one would hold a shaft. Instinctively, she began fisting it up and down. She noted his cock was longer than the width of her palm. The shaft was fully engorged, with veins standing out and the thick bulb seemed almost ready to burst. She then changed tack and cupped his balls. Bhola gurgled with joy, and reached out himself to squeeze his mistress’s naked ass. Shobha felt her own desire mounting. Her long index finger and fingernail scratched his scrotum, and cupped his balls. She scooped them, as if weighing them and gently massaged and lightly squeezed the two testicles together while scratching his sensitive skin at the base of the scrotum with one long fingernail.
She looked at Bhola’s face. His eyes were half-closed in delirium, and his own hands were squeezing the fleshy globes of her buttocks. Bhola pushed his finger deeper, parting her butt cheeks and pushing harder. She moaned softly and squirmed with a strange new sensation as his fingertip nudged against her tight anus. He was now moaning loudly, and began trembling as if gasping for breath.
And then, to her surprise and disappointment, Bhola ejaculated.
A warm stream of semen gushed into her palm, and a few droplets fell on her naked back and buttocks. Bhola seemed both shocked and embarrassed, and after the few moments of catching his breath, began mumbling incoherent apologies.
“Baaa…baaa.baa..bhabhi, sorry, bhabhi…..maalom nahin…kyon….kaisa….sorry, bhabhi”, he mumbled. (“Madam, sorry, madam, I dont know ….why….what…sorry!”)
His penis was nor rapidly becoming flaccid, and his eyes once again seemed to brim with tears, this time from embarrassment. He didn’t quite understand what had happened, but knew it wasn’t supposed to end this suddenly. Shobha tenderly pushed his face down against her naked breasts, and he snuggled his hair against her cheeks, while she patted the back of his head to comfort the poor fellow. She kissed gently him on his cheeks and them lips to hold back his tears. She held back her own disappointment, but smiled to herself knowing these things happen to men.
She now knew exactly what buttons to press with both men, and new boundaries had been broken.
The rest was now only a matter of time, she hoped.
Bhola lay supine and motionless against her for a few minutes, while she admired his right rounded ass. Slowly his breathing returned to normal, and he seemed to regain realization that he was naked and snuggling on the sofa against his mistress, equally stark naked. When she was sure that he had regained some part of his composure, she pushed him gently off her body. His semen was drying against her palm, and a few globs on her back. Embarrassed, Bhola dutifully picked up his discarded briefs and hastily wiped his mistress clean. In pressing the garment against her naked back and fleshy buttocks, he got one more chance to touch her body.
Bhola fervently hoped he would get another chance.
Shobha gently reminded him that it was time to go to his room. Her passion too had receded and she now wanted to get rid of him quickly, and didn’t want to take a chance of Chetan waking up and stumbling into the living room, searching for her, and discovering her making out with their naked young servant. Bhola dutifully obliged, now embarrassed about his limp cock and hastily pulled up his briefs.
She smiled at his haste. He was proud about his erect cock shamelessly offering it to her on display a few minutes back, and swagger was replaced with shyness as the manhood wilted. Bhola beat a quick exit to his servant room that opened into the corridor next to the living room, turning back one last time to glimpse his mistress. She was watching him, and smiled back affectionately, her composure regained, seemingly untouched by the encounter with the shy and handsome servant while her husband lay snoring twenty feet away on their marital bed.
A few minutes after Bhola retreated into his private servant room, Shobha got up. She ignored the discarded towel still lying on the floor, and coolly walked back to her bedroom, stark naked, bare footed, hips swaying, humming in her head and smiling to herself.
A few minutes after Bhola retreated into his private servant room, Shobha got up. She ignored the discarded towel still lying on the floor, and coolly walked back to her bedroom, stark naked, bare footed, hips swaying, humming in her head and smiling to herself.
Chetan was sprawled out on their bed, fast asleep and completely naked after his own hasty exertions some time back. He was on his back, his obese hairy belly naked and his cock exposed in his sleep. Shobha looked at her husband’s shriveled penis, dimly lit in the bedroom light. On impulse, she reached out and gently touched it. When he didn’t move, she gently cupped his balls and curved her fingers around the shaft . It fit neatly into the palm of her hand. She mentally compared the organs of both men in size, shape and colour and smiled to herself. Chetan squirmed in his sleep, and she reluctantly let go, not wanting to wake him up now.
As she lay on her back on his bedside, still naked, she closed her eyes. Her hands almost immediately went to her pussy. Her fingers pushed and parted her pussy lips, and she slowly, and then with increasing intensity, began rubbing her clitoris. In just a few minutes, her passion reached a climax and she arched her back as her mouth held back a silent gasp of release.
In a few minutes, she drifted into sleep.
Her passion pursued her in her dream. In her dream, she was naked on her back in the sofa on the living room and a young, strong male was pounding her hard. She was moaning in ecstasy when she happened to see someone watching her being humped. It was Chetan, her husband, and she held eye contact with him for a long moment and smiled back. He seemed too glazed to react. She then suddenly saw another man next to Chetan watching her. She took a closer look and it was Bhola, mouth open and watching her get pounded.
Surprised in her dream, that Bhola was in the audience, she looked back and refocused to see the face of the main who was fucking her.
It was the handsome young intern from her old office.
Shobha woke up late on Saturday morning. Chetan was buzzing around with office calls and busy. He had received an overnight email asking for a proposal to be prepared for a client who needed extended credit to deal with the pandemic. It was a significant account, and he was asked to lead the proposal for all Asia and had to report to the Asia zonal head and close it by Saturday evening. He had retreated to his study room, seemed completely immersed in the workings. He accepted the cup of coffee Sbhoba brought him and did not bring up the strange events of the night before as if nothing had happened. Grateful for once with his preoccupation with work, Shobha retreated to the balcony to have her morning coffee by herself and practice yoga.
Bhola was busy with Bunty, and staying in the balcony helped Shobha keep out of his way. After her bold adventures the night before, the morning brought up memories that were embarassing. After tending to Bunty who now settled down to watch TV cartoons, Bhola came looking for Shobha. She avoided eye contact with Bhola and assigned him household chores to keep him distracted. He seemed to want to say something to her, and Shobha avoided him. It reminded her of a certain smitten collegemate, who she was sure was mustering courage to propose to her, and when she ignored him kept looking to find excuses to hang around her like a puppy.
She got an excuse to step out of the apartment complex to restock groceries from the neighborhood shop.
When she got back, Chetan was still busy with his office work preparing for the evening presentation. She fixed herself a quick lunch, fed Bunty and avoided eye contact with Bhola who seemed dying to speak to her.
Shobha and Chetan had planned the previous day to binge watch their favourite Web Series and she went to the study room to remind him. He barely heard her, distracted and preoccupied with preparing a presentation, pointed to the clock and shooed her away.
Irritated by his preoccupation with work, she retreated to the living room. She fixed herself a light snack and was sitting alone at the dining table. She had changed into denim shorts that were literally short and which flattered her smooth fair legs.
It was now early evening and she had by now run out of random chores to assign to Bhola. She realized she could no longer avoid listening to whatever it was that Bhola wanted to tell her. She was grateful Chetan was still burrowed in his study.
“Bhabhi, aap se kuch baat karni hai”, (Madam, I want to speak to you), Bhola seemed premeditated in what he had to say and appeared distinctly contented. She didnt have to guess why – the events of last night would have been a fantasy come true for him.
A tad nervous about what he would bring up, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. He broke his eye contact and looked at her thighs for a moment longer than he normally would and then looked down at the floor, his hands crossed in front on him in a servile pose.
“Bolo Bhola”, she replied carefully in a neutral tone. (Speak up, Bhola)
“Bhabhi, appko aur saheb ko thank you bolna hai. Aapne mujhe aapke sath dinner kara me bahut khush kar diya” (Madam, I wanted to thank you and sir. By inviting me to dinner with you, both of you have made me very happy.)
Shobha relaxed and smiled back, relieved that he brought up no reference to the events that followed dinner. She had served him a special dessert in the living room, and one that he wasn’t going to forget, she thought giggling to herself.
“Koi baat nahin, Bhola. Aap bhi to bahut acche ho. Bahut mehnat karte ho. Bunty aur hamara aur saheb ka bahut khyal rakhte ho” (Dont fret, Bhola. You are a good person too and have taken good care of myself, Bunty and saheb). She spoke kindly and bracketed her whole family to avoid any reference to any intimacy between the two of them.
“To bolo Bhola, tumhari wapas gaon jane ki train ki ticket kab ki hai?” (So Bhola, when is your train ticket booked to get back to your village?) After her sexual adventures of the night before, the day had brough a certain sobriety and Shobha reminded herself that he fellow would soon be off and away forever from their family, and their family maid Kanta-bai would return.
“Bhabhi. lockdown khulte hi. April Paanch ko.” (Madam, as soon as the lockdown ends – April 5th)
He hesitated, wanting to say something more. “Bhabhi, jane se pehle aapkp aur saheb ko gift dena chahta hoon” (Madam, before I go, I want to give you and saheb a gift.)
Shobha thought it was sweet of him, “Iski koi zaroorat nahi, Bhola.” (No need, Bhola), and then paused, curious. “Kaisa gift, Bhola?” (What gift, Bhola?)
Bhola hesitated, and then mustering courage said, “Bhabhi, mein aapko aur saheb ko ek acha sa massage dena chahta hoon” (Madam, I want to give you and saheb a nice massage)
He then paused, visibly swallowed and delivered his pièce de résistance , “Massage, aur woh bhi ekdum Jharkhand ishtyle mein” (Massage, and that too in Jharkhand style!)
Caught by surprise, Shobha forced an unnatural laugh, not sure whether he was just being sweet and naive or devious and pushing his luck. She concluded it was the former, and politely thanked him.
Bhola was persistent, and Shobha became thoughtful. A massage presented options she thought, and wondered how it could play out. In any case, Bhola had included Chetan too. If anything went off the script, she could always blame it on Chetan. As she thought about it, an excited tingle went through her body. Until now, she had blocked out the sight of Bhola’s naked body and his handsome erect cock, and now the mention of a massage brought back that vision. And that cute, rounded and muscled ass, she thought, is good to bite. Again, she brushed off these lascivious thoughts. The events of last night were perhaps best forgotten.
But Bhola was persistent.
“OK, mein saheb se pooch ke batati hoon”, she said, hedging. (OK, let me check with saheb and I will let you know)
Bhola walked off satisfied with her response, and visibly thrilled.
A little later, Shobha went to the study room to check in on Chetan. Chetan was busy on an office call, wearing a headset, waving his hands and shouting at someone. A junior person in his team had messed up a slide and was getting a mouthful from him.
“Bhola wants to give us both a massage!”, Shobha blurted out wanting to catch his attention quickly. Focused on the office situation, and mid-call. Chetan thought she had come to remind him about their promise to spend the evening binge watching a webseries. He partly lifted his headset from his right ear.
” When? “, he asked.
” Janu, whenever you are ready.” Shobha could hear the plaintive explanation of Chetan’s hapless office junior come through the earpiece.
“Baby, why don’t you get started. I will join you soon”.
Shobha made a confused face. “Are you sure?” , she asked.
“Baby, yes. Get started. Don’t miss it. I will join you soon”, Chetan put back his head set, his attention shifting from Shobha to the call to the laptop screen.
“You won’t mind? Are you sure. Me alone?”
“Baby, don’t worry. You get started. Great idea for an evening. Don’t feel guilty. I will join you. Ek ghante mein”. (In one hour). Chetan pointed vaguely at the clock before turning his attention back to the call. He wanted to send her away and get back to preparing for his meeting.
Shobha made a face, a part of her brain telling her to go for it and another part of her brain advising caution about Chetan’s obviously confused approval. The adventurous side won, and she shrugged at Chetan who had stopped noticing her and marched out of her room.
Shobha checked on Bunty in the kid’s bedroom. The kid has fallen asleep, and she tucked him in grateful that the kid was an early and sound sleeper.
Bhola was waiting for her in the living room, anticipation on his face. She tried to keep her tone neutral as she announced, “Bhola, dus minute me bedroom mein aana. Pehle saheb or liye ek peg bhej dena”. (Bhola, come to the bedroom in ten minutes. Before that, give saheb a peg).
Bhola’s face lit up with joy as he caught on that saheb wouldn’t be joining her for now.
She was tall at five feet seven inches, with long smooth legs and a flat stomach. She turned and admired the profile of her breasts in the mirror. 36C, firm and fully capable of waking up the dead, she decided. A deep navel, flat stomach and a curvaceous figure accentuated by a tuft of black pubic hair. She twirled and inspected her ass. A bit plump but firm. Flat stomach but a gentle roll of fat on the sides. Not bad, she mused for a 32 year old mother.
She paused thinking what to wear. What does one wear for a massage, she pondered, especially when the possibilities ahead are erotic. She felt like a bride getting ready for a first night, she thought, giggling to herself.
She pulled out a white lingerie set and tried it on. Too virginal, she decided. Black is better, she decided and pulled over a short Silk gown with a deep V neck and a spaghetti top that ended mid thigh.
A knock sounded at the door and Bhola came in with a drink on a tray. He had served a stiff one to saheb and made an extra one for his mistress. His eyes widened as he drew in the sight of Shobha sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing a gown that barely reached her thighs, long uncovered legs, her long rich hair loose over her bare shoulders and the black silk clinging snug around her bosom, magically moulded into shape. There was an awkward silence between them.
“Kahan se shuru karein?” , asked Shobha and silently bit her tongue at how she might come across. (Where shall we start?). She found it difficult to make eye contact with Bhola.
“Bhabhi, pehle shoulder aur neck se shuru karte hein. Phir regular massage pe aate hein.” ( Madam, first we will start with a shoulder and neck massage. Then we will do a regular massage.)
Shobha’s heartbeat was quickening. She hoped the “regular” massage wouldn’t be all that regular. After a short discussion, they decided that Bhola would sit on the armchair by the bedside and that Shobha would sit cross legged on the floor, just in front of Bhola and with her back to him. He explained that she would be better off sitting cross-legged on the floor so that she could have her drink while he got started with the neck massage, and she had nodded approval.
It bothered Shobha a wee bit that Bhola seemed a bit more confident today, and that she was the one who seemed to be following his instructions. As she sat down on the floor, she realised that seated on the armchair, he would have his thighs astride on either side of her shoulder, his groin would just behind her head and from his elevation on the chair, he would look down into her deep cleavage.
Bastard! She thought, I didn’t know you were that devious. She was now getting that delicious tingle that forewarned of sexual tension building up in that situation.As she sat down, she checked him out. Fit, muscular fellow, but not with a body builder’s physique, Bhola was dressed in a vest style sleeveless t shirt that exposed his broad shoulders. He was dressed in shorts that ended just below the knees. Shobha, mentally was tempted at the thought of yanking off his shorts and biting that delicious buns on his ass, and giggled as she took a sit of the strong vodka drink Bhola made made for her. The alcohol hit her head inducing a slight buzz and she began to relax.
Bhola started with a gentleness that surprised her. He began massaging her scalp with his fingers gently. This spread her luxuriant shiny shoulder length hair making it more fluffy. Bhola moved closer inhaling the smell off her shampoo. She took a sip from the drink – the vodka was strong and she wondered vaguely if Bhola had intentionally made it that way – and felt his breath tingle against her hair.
She started some small talk and asked about his family. He began talking about his youth and village life. She teasingly asked him if he had a girlfriend. He laughed at the question. She blushed asking him if he were to have a girlfriend who would it be. He mentioned the daughter of a neighbor. Apparently they studied at the same high school before she got married off. She offered him a sip from her drink and he obliged. It felt strangely intimate to share a glass with a handsome masculine servant who was also massaging her.
Done with her head massage, Bhola moved smoothly to her neck and shoulder. She had nearly finished her drink by now and leaned back against the base of the armchair to give him a better angle. Bhola continued speaking and widened the arc of his massage along her bare shoulder. His fingers were thick and coarse, but his massage was gentle. She relaxed enjoying the rhythmic squeeze. of his strong hands She knew he could look down her cleavage but didn’t care. She continued teasing Bhola about his neighbour and found that she had kept in touch with him even after her marriage and had wished him on Valentine’s Day. She bantered with Bhola and egged him to not give up despite his heartthrob getting married.
The conversation was flowing easy between the two, and an eavesdroppe would have found it difficult to believe that the two were a 20-year old servant and his 32-year old mistress. That’s when Bhola tried his luck.
“Waise bhabhi, aap bhi shadi shuda hain and hamein bahut acchi lagti hain”. (By the way madam, you are also married and I like you a lot.)
Shobha was used to men complimenting her on her looks, but never had a servant praise her. She was already one peg down, Bhola’s massage had relaxed her and he had avoided anything awkward so far.
“Achha! Toh him bhi sunein ki hamare barey mein Bhola ko kya pasand hai!” , she flirted back. (Really! In that case let me know what is it about me that Bhola likes).
Bhola shifted the direction of his massage strokes. Done with rubbing along the width of her shoulders, he began running down her neck and her throat. She ignored the increasing intimacy of the massage, engrossed in the conversation and so see how far the flirting would go.
“Bhabhi, aap bahut beautiful hain. Ek dum mast! Hamare Jharkhand mein toh aapko log Bambai ki heroine samjhenge! Woh big ek dum top ki heroine! “, Bhola was unusually talkative today. far from the tongue tied Bhola she had encountered the previous evening. (Madam, you are very beautiful! And very hot! In my state of Jharkhand, people would mistake you for a Bollywood heroine. That too a top heroine!)
His massage stroke deepened and the arc of his two hands went from either side of her neck to the base of her throat just above the border of her bra cup. He was getting a little frisky but still within the no-fly zone, she decided and ignored him preferring to focus on the banter.
” Accha! Aur batao, mere bare me in log Jharkhand mein kya kahenge? ” (Really! In that case tell me, if I came to Jharkhand, what would the people there say about me?)
The next arc off his shoulder massage paused at the top of the bra cup, a trifle longer than needed and Bhola’s finger explored the embroidered border of the cup. His thick finger paused teasingly at the top of the curve of her luscious breast before retreating back to the shoulder top at the end of the arc.
“Bhabi, aapki figure ek dum mast hai. Dus me se dus. Aapki figure dekhke to murde bhi jaag jayein. Ek dum chak-a-chak mast”.
(Madam, you have a terrific figure. It’s ten on ten. After seeing your figure, even the dead will rise. Awesome).
A part of her alcohol-laden brain told her she should put him in place for using a coarse slang, but her aroused self told need to see how how far this crude flattery would go.
The next arc of his massage probed even deeper into her cleavage and dipped at least an inch below the top of her bra cup. He paused and spread out the spaghetti strap of her gown and for a moment she panicked wondering if he was going to slip the top off her shoulder. She was slightly disapppointed when he left the spaghetti strap perched delicately on the edge of her shoulder.
” Bhola, waise tum bhi kafi smart ho. Bambai mein koi ladki patti nahin? “, she egged him on.
(Bhola, you are a smart dude too. Haven’t you yet scored with a girl in Mumbai? “)
Though Bhola was seated behind her, she could feel his chest swell with pride. His next massage stroke went a tad deeper into her cleavage and she felt his fingernail graze the top of her areola. She reflexively tried to move back on the floor where she was seated cross-legged but found her back wedged tightly between his knees and the legs of the armchair. He had leaned forward from the armchair and his face was next to her cheeks. She could feel his stubble graze against her cheeks.
“Bhabhi, kal aap ne jo mere sath kiya, bahut accha laga” (Madam, what you did yesterday, I loved it a lot), he said a bit hoarsely and continued, “Poora seva karne ka chance jaldi di jiyiyega.” (Give me a chance to offer my full service)
And then in a single synchronized stroke that caught her by surprise, Bhola brought his two broad palms downward from her shoulder in a sudden scoop, slipped the palms down through the top of her bra cup and cupped her two breasts firmly. She gasped for breath suddenly, taken aback by the brazenness of his move and realizing that her breasts were firmly cupped by Bhola.
And Bhola squeezed her breasts crudely and violently.
Shobha yelped in surprise, broke free from Bhola’s lusty grasp and jumped up from her cross-legged position and turned around to face Bhola. Bhola fol!owed a second later, jumping up from his armchair. He had perhaps not anctipated her to move to disengage and cursed himself for moving too hastily. It was progressing so smoothly and his clumsy and nasty move had broken the spell.
Shobha’s mind processed her feelings rapidly. She had not anticipated that Bhola would made a sudden move to forcibly squeeze her breasts. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the sensation; that crude grab made her wet. It’s just that she didn’t want Bhola to take control of the way situation was progressing. Until now, every single move in the flirtation or sexual exhibitionism that she thrived in, was initiated and controlled by her and by no one else.
At this stage, she could have shouted at him and thrown him out of the room.She should have, she thought.
Instead, she paused, took a deep breath, watched the fear spread across his face. She then smiled to release the tension, took a couple of steps backwards and threw herself on the bed on her back, rolled over on her stomach and pushed her upper torso up. Her legs were stretched out flat on the bed, her upper body supported by her arms and facing Bhola who was now perplexed.
“Not so fast, Bhola”, she switched to English and used a commanding tone to assert her control. She wagged her finger to admonish him and feigned anger.
“Sorry Bhabhi!” , a confused and scared Bhola murmured contritely not wanting to let his bhabhi get away, a humble look now on his face.
She smiled at Bhola, secretly enjoying his discomfiture. Having re-established the power equation over Bhola, Shobha slipped back into being the seductress. The smile broadened, she tossed her head back and toyed with her long hair, twisted it between her fingers like women do when they are teasing their lovers. She then rolled over to the centre of her bed and again lay on her stomach. Her gown was anyway only thigh high, and it now rolled up even higher and Bhola was presented by the mermerizing sight of the back of her creamy thighs and her black panty covering a gorgeous ass. Flat on her stomach on the bed, she looked back at him, unhurriedly smoothened the bottom of her black gown so that it covered her panties. Her modesty now restored, she again wagged a finger at Bhola.
“Massage my legs. Meri tangon ko massage karo”.
Bhola was visibly relieved, the storm having blown over. He also realized the only way he could fulfill his mistress’s command was for himself to climb on to her bed. Which he gladly did.
She wasnt done yet. She had one more command to demonstrate her dominance in the equation.
” Take off your t-shirt. Varna bedsheet maili ho jayegi” (Take off your t-shirt. Else the bedsheet will get messed up.)
Bhola couldn’t figure out the connection. His t shirt was clean, freshly washed and ironed, but this wasnt something he wanted to complain about. He pulled his t-shirt off, glad to present his clean shaven and broad chest to his mistress. Now on his knees on his mistress’s bed in her bedroom, her husband engrossed with his work in another corner of the house, he gleefully crawled closer to her. Shobha was now on her stomach, facing away from Bhola, and rested her her chin on her forearm.
“Shuru karo!”, She commanded him. (Get started!)
Bhola happily began massaging his mistress’s legs.
Bhola started with the flat of her soles. As he pressed on her soles, he noted her tender pedicured feet. He then moved to her ankle, and then to her calf muscles and then the back of her knees. His heart began beating wildly as he moved up her thighs. This also gave him the right angle to look at her ass, barely covered by her black thigh length gown. The gown was diaphanous and he could see the panty outline and the creamy cheeks of her ass where the panty failed to cover them. By now, he had a hard on. With his mistress on her stomach lying on the bed, her head nestled on her elbows and eyes half-closed, he didn’t have to hide his erection. And when she gently moaned, he felt encouraged to advance higher on her thighs
” Mein yeh gown utaar doon? Tumhe kam pareshani hogi”, said Shobha mirroring the sinful thought in Bhola’s head. (Shall I take off this gown? You will have less trouble then.)
Bhola mumbled his approval, and Shobha raised herself partly, pulled the offending gown off her shoulder in one single smooth action and carelessly tossed it across the room. She was now in just a black panty and matching black bra, and resumed her face down position lying on her stomach. Bhola’s heart was now beating wildly, his hardon painful to bear and he squatted delicately on the back of her knees his eyes drinking in the lascivious sight.
Shobha’s black panty was embroidered and covered only two thirds of her buttocks. She had a smooth creamy back interrupted only by the thin strap of her black bra. Mustering courage, Bhola grabbed her ass cheeks in the palms of both his hands and squeezed. Shobha let out a moan and Bhola doubled his vigour. He pulled the panty upwards, right over the crack of her ass ravishing as much of her naked buttocks as he could with his ravenous eyes. He let his palms slide up over her curved waist and squeezed the gentle roll of fat on the side of her waist. He was rewarded by more moaning. Like a conquering army, his palms rolled upwards and over her bra towards her shoulder. To reach over to her shoulder, he had to lean forward, and his hardon pressed hard against her thighs. He was now practically lying on top of ner, careful to support his weight on his own thighs which now straddled either side of Shobha’s naked thighs.
He then mustered more courage.
“Bhabhi, aapki bra……” , he stuttered. (Bhabhi, your bra).
She responded to his incomplete request by freeing one hand, reaching out behind her back and unhooking the bra. She let the two straps lie loosely and he happily parted them for an unfettered view to her bare back now.
Bhola was now practically lying on top of a semi-naked Shobha, who was clad only in enticing black panties and her modesty protected by an unhooked bra as she continued to lie on her chest.
It was the season of courage. Bhola now leaned forward and kissed her on the small of her back.
She moaned and squirmed but didn’t protest. An emboldened Bhola continued kissing all over her back, his own hard -on now squeezed hard against her her panty clad buttocks. Shobha had her eyes c!osed, her face resting on the bed on her chin as she felt herself go wet. Bhola’s kissing moved up over the back of her neck and just below her ears. She was particularly sensitive there and she felt that tightening in her abdomen as her breath became increasingly shallow.
Bhola then made his master move.
Easing back on his knees to gain leverage, he grabbed his mistress by her legs just below the knees and in one powerful swoop, he flipped her over on her back. Shobha gave a small shriek as the act of flipping her unexpectedly on her back dislodged the unclasped bra exposing her naked breasts to Bhola.
Bhola drunk in the sight. Shobha was blessed with medium large sized breasts. Motherhood had given them a gentle swelling but without loss of firmness. She always knew her crown jewels were her areola and nipples. Her areola were perfectly circular, light brown and in contrast to her creamy fair breasts and tipped by nipples that were a much darker share of brown. Shocked by Bhola’s sudden rough action, Shobha gained her senses and modestly covered her breasts by crossing her hands over them but not before Bhola got a good look.
Bhola forcibly brushed aside her hands as they sought to protect her modesty, pinning them down by her side Shobha struggled and squirmed, holding herself back from screaming. She managed to free her hands but Bhola swatted them away from a second attempt to cover her naked breasts. His eyes were now hungrily devouring his topless mistress. He was now astride her waist, one leg on either side, and had her pinned down on her back, topless. Shobha gave up her struggle and having failed to cover her breasts, now instead closed her eyes in an attempt at modesty.
Bhola began squeezing Shobha’s breasts. Her moaning intensified. She was now tossing her head from side to side, eyes closed, her lips wet and parted and her hands stretched out flat on the bed, her fingers tightly gripping the bedsheet. Bhola’s strong muscular hands continued to maul her breasts brutally squeezing them with both hands as if he were kneading dough.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE!!!”, shouted Chetan at the top of his voice fuming from where he was standing at the door to the bedroom stunned at the spectacle on their bed involving a nearly naked wife and their servant.Bhola sprang from his position of lying on top of his mistress as if he had received an electric shock. Shobha was more measured. A part of her brain had forewarned her that Chetan would walk in. Her womanly instinct told her she had to respond calmly.
She looked for a garment to cover her naked top. Bhola’s discarded t-shirt was lying on the bed while her own gown had been flung away to a far corner. She quickly slipped on Bhola’s t-shirt. Meanwhile Bhola was cowering with his back to the wall, clad in his shorts and cursing the gods of Jharkhand for yet another untimely interruption just when we was sure he was ascending the gates to heaven. He crossed his hands across his naked chest. Asking his mistress to return his t-shirt back seemed inappropriate. His instinct was to flee the bedroom but Chetan was glowering at the door and only exit. The French Windows to the balcony were firmly shut.
“Janu, how was your meeting? Achha Gaya?” ( Went well?)
“Fuck my meeting. What the fuck is happening here?”f
” Jaaaaanu, I told you. Baby, you forgot?, Shobha switched on her Baby doll voice, and stepped closer to Chetan. She mussed his hair affectionately. “You were sooooooooo busy”, she said drawling her words, “You totally forgot what I told you na. Not your fault baby, You were working soooo hard all day”.
Chetan was confused. His eyes darted from a bare chested Bhola with his back to the wall in his bedroom, and his wife who had quickly covered her top and seemed to be mentioning something he forgot. Like many husbands, Chetan lived in morbid fear of being nagged by his wife for things he was constantly forgetting preoccupied with work.
“Forgot what, baby? What are you doing with that fellow on top of you?” , his voice had come down several octaves. Shobha caressing his hair affectionately, speaking in her baby doll voice and mentioning something about being his fault – her tactics had successfully distracted him.
“Baby, come on, you forgot or what?”
“Cmon, don’t tell me. I told you naa…..!”
“Told me what?!”
This went on a couple of times, until Shobha was sure Chetan had come off his flashpoint and shifted from an angry tone to a confused tone. Then she leaned across and kissed Chetan lightly on his lips, and whispered conspiratorially in his ears, “Bhola wanted to give both of us a couple massage. You were getting delayed and I asked him to get started with me while you joined us”.
Her eyes narrowed, and she cocked her head sideways in theatrical style, “Remember I came to your study to call you? Remember? You were soooo busy and you asked me to get started? Forgot, no? You shouldn’t work so hard, baby! “, she cooed to him. And pecked him on his cheeks for good measure.
Chetan found himself on the defensive. His foggy mind did remind him that earlier in the evening Shobha had asked him about something, and that he had asked her to get started. He refocused back on the fly in the ointment.
“But why were you topless? And what was he doing on our bed?”
” Jaanu, how else does one get a massage? You don’t expect me to wear a sari, so you? C’mon! “, Shobha switched to a tone that seemed to suggest that getting topless for a massage was the most obvious thing on earth, and that Chetan was silly to even to ask that question. Chetan didn’t have a good track record of winning the argument when she switched on that tone. And logic never counted for much in that unequal crossfire.
“Aur tum kya kar rahe the?”, (And what were you doing?) realizing he was losing his tempo, Chetan turned on Bhola, who he figured was the one in the trio on a weaker wicket than him. Bhola had been watching the exchange expecting any moment to be clobbered but even his simple brain told him that his bhabhi had bested saheb, and had managed to defuse the situation. Inspired by his bhabhi’s spirited comeback, the lad from Jharkhand also went on the offensive.
“Aur Kya karte, saheb? Itni der se aapka intezaar kiya. Lekin aap aye hi nahin”, inspired by his mistress, he kept a belligerent tone and made it seem as if it was all Chetan’s fault for keeping them waiting, and added for good measure now switching to a different servile tone suggesting he was just following orders, “Bhabhi ne bola ki saheb kaam mein busy hain. Ab shuru karo. Bhabhi ki baat ka palan kaise na karen. Aap hi batayiye”, he ended his voice turning a bit shrill. (What else could I have done? We waited so long for you. But you never came! Then madam said let’s get started. How could I refuse her? You tell me!)
Chetan calmed down at this twin attack on him suggesting he was the one at fault.
Ground regained, Shobha knew what to do next to consolidate.
“Chalo, never mind now, it’s all sorted”, she kissed Chetan, and shooed Bhola silently to exit the room. “Bhola, saheb ke liye ek accha sa peg bana ke lana. Panch minute mein”. (Bhola, make a strong peg for saheb. In five minutes).
Bhola slunk past Chetan and exited the room, his brain telling him the good news that he was expected to return with a drink. Simple correlation from last few evenings told him that good things happened to him whenever saheb and bhabhi had a drink in the evening.
He hoped the evening’s entertainment was not yet over.
Perhaps the players were just having a drinks break.
BY : Ravi Shikha