Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Chetan was simultaneously confused and excited about the exhibitionist streak that seemed to have surfaced in his wife. The lockdown and the enforced confinement in their three bedroom flat with their servant Bhola, seemed to have triggered the sexual tigress dormant into her. As long as it was harmless, he thought we should be ok. Bhola seemed to be a quiet fellow, and he hoped would not be the kind of guy who would talk about the erotic behaviour of his mistress to anyone.

And who would Bhola talk to in this lockdown? The three of them were confined to their flat through the lockdown. The apartment management had sent a strict message on the community WhatsApp group for inmates to not step out. All grocery and essentials had to be ordered on phone or online and would be delivered at the reception at the lobby. Even if Bhola were to talk, who would believe him? And Shobha's actions seemed to reignite lust back in their relationship. Suddenly, Chetan felt better.

Chetan wrapped up his last video call of a busy day and went looking for his wife. He found her in the living room curled up on the sofa watching  web series on their giant sized wall mounted TV.

Wait! It was the way she was seated on the 3-seater sofa that caught his attention. She was wearing a ultra short frilly pink skirt that he hadn't seen her wear for a long time, and certainly not since she became a mother. Her legs were curled and the skirt had ridden up exposing her thighs. She saw him and shifted, and the act seemed to pull up her skirt a bit higher exposing her creamy curved thighs a bit more.

With a smile he walked over to join her. The smile froze on his lips as he saw their servant Bhola seated just across Shobha, squatting on his haunches on the carpet watching the TV along with her. Bhola caught his eye and gave his saheb an embarrassed grin.

Chetan was about to say something when Shobha shushed him with a finger to her lips asking him to be silent. "Shhhhh ..... Bunty is sleeping." She didn't make room for him and he wordlessly took his seat to the single seater sofa to her left. Now Shobha was stretched out on the sofa facing the TV, and she had Chetan on a single seater sofa to her left and Bhola squatting on the floor, right opposite Chetan and to Shobha's right.

The web series was playing a steamy scene. It was one of those medieval dramas where everyone ends up naked at some time and the plot is written to connect these scenes. A beautiful women was tied up as a.prisoner, standing with her hands cuffed to chains mounted on the wall and a guard seemed to be kissing her forcibly. She seemed to be protesting.  The guard tore open her dress exposing a shapely milky breast with a pink nipple.

Chetan felt embarrassed. Not the kind of stuff he would watch in front of a servant. That's when he noticed that strangely Bhola wasn't watching the TV. Bhola was instead watching his mistress's creamy thighs. That's when Chetan realized with a lump to his throat that Shobha's legs were curled at an angle that gave Bhola an unhindered erotic view. As of on cue, Shobha changed her position and crossed her legs one over the other. That made the skirt ride even higher. her right thigh was crossed over her left thigh and the lower part of the thigh smoothly tapered off to the bottom of her buttocks. Her upper thighs were completely open to view by her servant. They were smooth, creamy and fleshy.

"Bitch!" , thought Chetan, she is putting up an act again. He watched the spectacle careful not to make Bhola feel conscious. "Let the bastard watch", thought Cbetan, after all this was harmless and when it would get over it would be he - the husband - who would take the wife to their bedroom and get to fuck her while the poor bastard would have to be content with just jerking off. The thought made Chetan feel excited and he felt the beginning of a hard-on.

The naked lady on the TV screamed. The guard was squeezing her exposed breast.

"Bhola, thoda volume kum karna", (Bhola, reduce the volume) said Shobha gesticulating to the TV. Her skirt inched up higher. Bhola drank in the sight and then dutifully went to the TV and fiddled with the control.

And then Bhola did something interesting. He didn't return to his original position, and instead slumped against the centre table. Chetan realized with a shiver that Bhola had cleverly chosen a vantage point that gave him a c!over and more direct view of Shobha's thighs.

As if on cue, Shobha unfurled her legs and put them on the floor. And parted the thighs slightly.

A lump came to Chetan's throat. Shobha's pose was even more indecent than earlier. From where Chetan could sit, he could see into right between Shobha's thigh. Shobha spread her thighs an inch more. Chetan could have sworn her panties were now visible. His breath quickened.

On the TV screen, the guard had now stripped the woman prisoner completely. Both her breasts were now exposed. The fellow was brutally mauling her breasts while the woman in chains moaned in a mix of pain and ecstasy. The guard then thrust a hand between her thighs. The woman moaned even more loudly.

Shobha gestured to Bhola to pass her the remote. The fellow took this opportunity to shift closer to his mistress. He was now merely four feet away and the shift of angle have him an eye view to Shobha's upskirt. Somewhere between the guard on TV banging the prisoner and Shobha changing her seating position, and Bhola pulling himself closer to the centre table and at eye level with Shobha's thighs, Shobha's skirt had risen a few more inches higher and her thighs had parted.

Bhola could now see the white flash of her panties. Shobha crossed and uncrossed her legs again. The white panty patch disappeared and reappeared again  and then she closed her thighs again. Bhola felt !ike he had briefly glimpsed heaven, before the vision faded.

Both men had raging hardons by now.

Mercifully the web series episode ended just when the guard was done with the woman prisoner fainted. Chetan wondered absentmindedly if the woman prisoner had climaxed before fainting. Shobha rose, switched off the TV.

"Aaj ke liye itna hi", (That's all for today). She flashed a brilliant innocent smile. Bhola grinned back, a bit less embarrassed than earlier and nodded like a slave.

Shobha got up, yawned like a diva, stretched her arms above her head and the action tightened her t shirt around the curve of her breasts. yawning once again, she walked to their bedroom swaying her hips in an exaggerated way fully conscious that two pairs of male eyes were ogling her and both had hard to conceal erections.

Chetan wordlessly ran behind her. He quickly shut the door to their bedroom, pulled down his track pants and reached out to yank Shobha's skirt off. Shobha smiled. She was expecting him, and as she parted her thighs. Chetan pulled down her panties and thought he saw a damp spot. No wonder her pussy was moist and he plunged his cock savagely into her.

Shobha moaned in satisfaction. As Chetan pumped in and out, somewhere at the back of his head, he wondered if Shobha had set up the whole scene and planned all this.

Chetan didn't care whether the curtains to the French window were drawn open.

In the frenzy of his fucking, he was now past caring if the two of them had any audience.