Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Chetan remembered an incident from their last holiday in Goa.

This was about two years into their marriage and shortly before Bunty was conceived. A carefree couple with an active sex life, they were at that stage where both were very much in love and very comfortable with each other's sexuality. Their sex life had now settled into a pattern where Shobha took the lead, and this seemed natural to her with her confident extroverted personality.  

Shobha had read a review about a secluded beach with white sand in South Goa, and a hour's drive from their hotel. He was a bit reluctant about the long drive and left to himself would have preferred to plonk himself in the hotel pool, with a beer to sip but Shobha clearly called the shots and he couldn't say no. She insisted that they take a bike instead of hiring a car, despite him pointing out the weather forecasts indicating showers that day. She raised a few eyebrows and quickened a few heartbeats in the hotel lobby showing up in denim shorts that clung and flattered her ass, and one of those shirts that are doesn't have buttons and is instead has flaps that were tied tightly between her attractive breasts. That left her entire flat stomach and navel exposed along with her long slim legs. She carried a rucksack which packed some beach accessories and their change of clothes.

What  Chetan remembered of the initial part of their drive was the way she clung to him through the ride, and with her long fingers she played with his dick while nibbling into his ear. He had a hard time driving the bike - literally.

And then it began drizzling.

The morning sky darkened and as their clothes became wet, they decided to stop by the roadside. They were on a lonely stretch of a village road and Chetan pulled for a stop in front of what he thought was a shanty tea shop. A truck and a an SUV were parked outside. They both rushed inside the shop for cover from the rain just as the skies were beginning to darken.

Both were drenched by then. The shop had only a few customers - a dirty looking burly fellow, along with another untidy thin guy. Probably the driver of the truck and his cleaner. Another table had four young guys who looked like college students on a trip to Goa and were noisily cracking jokes. That was when Chetan realized this was a liquor shop and not a tea shop.  In the dim light inside, Chetan paused to take stock of their disheveled look.

Shobha looked stunning with the wet hair and wet shirt clinging to her body like a second skin, and the black bra clearly visible through the wet cream shirt. Chetan instinctively chose a table farthest from the two groups and plonked himself between Shobha and the other customers.

A surly waiter came by to take orders. Shobha's bare legs were hidden under the table but the wet shirt clinging to the generous bosom and exposing the black bra, and the cleavage on display were an odd sight at this drinking tavern even in Goa. The waiter gawked at her, and Chetan fidgeted uncomfortably.

Shobha was unconcerned and smiled and leaned across to the waiter, the action exposing her cleavage even more. By now Chetan was embarrassingly conscious of the six other pairs of male eyes also leching at Shobha.  She seemed non-chalant and ordered feni (the local Goan drink) for both of them. Shobha quickly downed her drink, and ordered another. Chetan was barely half-way into his first drink.  

Shobha asked the waiter if there was a place she could change out of her wet clothes.

The surly fellow shook his head without taking his eyes off her deep cleavage, and then with a change of mind pointed to a place at the corner of the shop at the far end from where both were seated. Chetan thought the fellow had misunderstood since the place pointed out was in plain visibility of everyone seated in the shop.

He shrugged and plugged in his earphones to prepare to make a call to his office on check on the status of a client deal.

"Jaanu, (darling), let's hurry out as soon as it stops raining. Yahan sab hamein ghoor rahe hain". (Darling, let's hurry out as soon as it stops raining. Here everyone is staring at us!)

Shobha looked at Chetan, and looked around the room. He was of course right. The truck driver and his cleaner, and the four college guys on a vacation were all shamelessly ogling her. Shobha leaned back, thrust her breasts upwards and took a deep breath causing her breasts to bulge out even more.

Then she leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially to Chetan, "Baby, Lets make them jealous!".