Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

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 15th 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 Jharkhand. 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?.)