Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[sidshivani]

And then she started her catwalk.

Both men sat on the two arm chairs by the side of bed watching the spectacle. Shobha was a natural. The high heels forced a natural and sexy gait with her hips swinging seductively. Striking an imperious look came naturally to her. She exaggerated the swinging of her hips - against something that didn't need much practise for her to perfect. After walking the stretch of the bedroom and back a couple of time, she paused, hands on her hip, head tilted back, lips pouting, struck a couple of poses and without breaking a stride even threw in a couple of kisses to the hooting men. Bhola had been clapping his hands lustily and when Chetan began whistling, two fingers hooked to his lips, Bhola joined in and gave an even better and lustier whistle. After all, he had plenty of practice in the front benches in the theatres in Jharkhand in his teenage days. Watching a sexy Shobha haughtily walk the stretch in her high heels, bare thighs and gyrating hips challenged him to bring out his hootiest best. He didn't disappoint.

Just when Shobha thought she was done, Chetan had another surprise.

"Baby, let’s end with a strip tease!"

Without missing a beat, he began playing Joe Cocker's "You can leave your Hat on" from the movie Nine and a Half Weeks.

Shobha was getting into the mood and was equally determined to give it back. She had no intention of doing a full monty but was quite cool about stripping down to her lingerie. She was also now getting turned on with the prospect of teasing two leering men.

She cast her mind back to Kim Bassinger's moves in the movie and felt she could raise the performance standard. She repeated her catwalk, and came to a halt just a few feet from the two men. Standing still, she twisted and rotated her waist and struck a few poses while playing with the sash on her kimono. She teasingly opened the kimono, gave the men a quick peek before striking another pose and wrapping the sash back.

And then finally with a flourish, just as the song ended, she threw off her kimono completely on the bed, bent her back, and hands on the hips, struck a pose clad in just her black bra and inner wear.

"Statue!", said Chetan at the exact moment that the music came to a halt.
The room was filled with complete silence. Chetan reached out and turned the lights back brighter.

Shobha stood immobile  like a statue, hands on her hips, one knee slightly bent, head angled and looking past the men at the corner of the room, breasts thrust out. Even Chetan sucked his breath and stayed frozen - Shobha looked like a sculpture from Ajanta  except that she was clad in just bra and panties.

"Statue" was a game Shobha and Chetan played in the early days of their marriage to spice up their sex life. When one of them said "statue", the other had to freeze for two minutes. In that two minutes, the other partner calling "statue" was free to do anything to the statue’s body but immobility had to be maintained by the statue. The game led to delicious outcomes, but in subsequent years as commonness of marriage set in, and especially after motherhood happened, the game was forgotten.

Till now.

This time they had an extra player thrown in.

Bhola was the first to react at the frozen erotic spectacle. "Saheb, Shobha bhabhi ekdum must maal lag rahein Hain" , he said unmindful that Shobha may be frozen as a statue but was within earshot. Andd then turning to Chetan, his eyes bright and shining in lust, Bhola asked, "Saheb, bhabhi ko haath lagaoon?" (Saheb, Shobha bhabhi is looking like a bomb. Can I touch her?")

Staying immobile like a statue, her gaze focused beyond the two men, eyes unblinking, Shobha gave no sign of having heard Bhola. A speechless Chetan took a few seconds to nod. This wasn't part of his script, and he had thought of it almost at the last moment but it wasn't a bad finale to the catwalk at all and he was glad that Shobha had caught on quickly. Separately, Chetan also noted with satisfaction that Bhola had addressed the question to him and not to Shobha.

Bhola, his heart beating wildly, got up from the armchair and gingerly approached Shobha. She stayed immobile like a statue, eyes staring into the distance and ignoring an approaching Bhola. Bhola, childishly and gleefully waved his hands in front of Shobha’s face.

Shobha didn't blink, playing her part of a statue to the hilt.

Bhola felt encouraged and circled his bhabhi now boldly and shamelessly drinking in the sight of every square inch of her exposed skin as he walked around her. Shobha’s chest was heaving a little bit with the excitement of the catwalk and the exertion of the strip tease. The black bra fitted her snugly and accentuated her breasts firmness and shape. There was generous cleavage on display and Bhola lasciviously peered at the cleavage disappear into the bra. The bra moulded itself around her alluring globes.  Bhola got closer to the cleavage, his nose a few inches away from Shobha's gently heaving bra-covered bosom as if examining the skin for any blemishes. Gingerly, and mustering courage, he touched Shobha's right breast over the bra with a stretched index finger and feeling for the spot where he judged the nipple would be. And repeated the touch for the other breast.

Shobha, the statue did not move.

Encouraged, the lad dipped his finger between the bra and the breast, following the curve of the cleavage. Her skin felt warm and firm to touch and he felt a shiver of excitement. The bra was snug and fitted tightly to the globes. Bhola's  finger disappeared a couple of inches inside the bra and touched the nipple.

The nipple was erect.

Bhola teased the erect nipple with his index finger. It felt firm like a rubber tip. For a moment, he felt like grabbing the breasts with both hands. Something told him the spell would break, and he would in any case get a chance later.

His gaze shamelessly and boldly traveled down her flat and fair stomach, the alluring cavity of her bare navel and the curve of her waist. The matching black panties formed a snug triangle at the junction between her thighs. As he walked around behind her, he saw she had a smooth, fair back with the thin black strap of the bra again contrasting with the smoothness of the skin on the back. He checked out the way the back of the panty moulded to her ass cheeks.

He stuck his finger where he judged her anus would be and rubbed the cloth of the panty at the spot. Shobha flinched but just a wee bit.

His perambulation completed, Bhola reached out with an index finger to touch Shobha's lips. Her lips were luscious and moist. She continued to look past him and  didn't move or bat an eyelid. Encouraged, he pushed his finger in between her lips. Shobha parted her lips, and his finger went into her mouth.

"Two minutes up!" Chetan announced.

Shobha broke her statue spell, and smiled back at Bhola. That startled Bhola a bit and he stepped back, disappointed.

Oh wow.....this is going well