Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Shobha sensed the state of his mind, like she always did, and knew she had to distract him.

"Jaanu, take off your t-shirt" , she said hoarsely. Chetan obliged and the t shirt came off.

"Jaanu, and the jeans too". Chetan was on his knees sucking Shobha's breasts, and he had to let go the object of his attention trying to pull off the jeans. It was clumsier than with the t shirt and he struggled with the belt.

"Bhola, saheb ko help karo", ordered Shobha. (Bhola, help your master).

An obedient Bhola pulled the jeans off his master. Chetan raised his ass in cooperation to allow his servant to disrobe him. His bare, hairy and protuberant belly came into view along with his blue jockey briefs, and a very visible hardon. Staying on his knees, he now moved to straddle Shobha to resume fondling her breasts.

Which left a confused Bhola not knowing what to do, and his view to Shobha’s naked breasts now blocked by Chetan's bulky torso.

Shobha embraced Chetan, pulling him closer against her breasts and over his shoulders made eye contact with a naked Bhola who was still standing with his back to the wall and standing to attention much like his hardon. With her eyes, she gestured Bhola to come closer. The fellow moved closer to her feet and caressed her with his hands sliding upwards the now familiar thighs.

That was the moment when Chetan, nuzzling Shobha's breasts and sliding into a missionary position bumped into Bhola.

That unexpected male-to-male contact broke the spell for the husband.

He looked at his topless and lovely wife naked but for a panty, lying on their bed, eyes half closed, her mouth partly open in sexual arousal and moaning. He looked back and saw their naked servant, cock erect, sliding his hands slowly upwards along his wife's inner thighs.

This was now crossing a limit, some part of his brain told him.

"Bhola, ab bahar jao!", he ordered with a sudden change of tone. (Bhola, now get out).

Bhola snapped to attention but confused. Shobha took a couple of seconds to get out of her state of arousal and react. She didn't want this change of script just when it was going so well.

She protested, "C'mon jaanu, Rehne do naa....." (Come on honey, let him stay).

"Bhola, bahar!" (Bhola, out!), Chetan barked, ignoring Shobha's arousal-laden plea.

Years of cohabiting had taught Shobha to recognize the few rare instances when her husband wanted to have his way. She protested, but Chetan's tone was harsh and she knew he would not back out. Bhola looked at her pleading for intervention, his cock now rapidly deflating. Shobha's mind did a rapid calculation whose side to take, and her instinct gave her the answer.

She rolled over the bed, got to her feet, still topless and gently gestured Bhola to leave.

The hapless fellow was now close to tears and she felt sorry for him. She picked up his discarded briefs, walked towards him, still topless, and thrust the garment in his hands. Bhola mumbled distressingly, a film of tears across his eyes. She sympathetically patted him affectionately on his cheeks but pointed to the door. The fellow shuffled out reluctantly looking back for one last look at his topless mistress.

Fate had opened the gates of heaven to him and just as he was enough to plunge right in, they had snapped shut in an identical manner twice in the last few days!

Shobha sighed and returned to the bed. An aroused Chetan pulled her down, kissed her savagely and mounted her missionary style. As he made his few frenetic thrusts before collapsing into an early climax, Shobha 's mind was distractedly repeating the words Bhola had mumbled into her ears just before being ignominiously shunted out.

"Bhabhi, Bhola abhi bhookha hai" (Madam, Bhola is still hungry!)