19-06-2021, 01:26 AM
Shobha took a deep breath, half-closed her eyes and rested her head against Chetan's right shoulder. Her right hand continued to grasp Bhola's erect cock.
"Bhola, bhabhi ka bra utaro.... dheere se", (Bhola, take off bhabhi's bra), said Chetan softly and in a calm tone. His fingertips were lightly rubbing Shobha's belly and navel, and the touch was enough to send delicious pinpricks through Shobha's body.
Bhola happily caught hold of Shobha's bra by the strap and pulled it down. Chetan had unhooked the bra from the back, and slipped the straps down her shoulders;. So when Bhola tugged at the bra, it came off easily . Bhola, his eyes wide and heart beating wildly, let the bra drop on the floor and stared at his bhabhi.
Her magnificent breasts now freed from the bra, stood firm without a sag. The globes were large, well proportioned and symmetrical and the nipples coin sized with an erect brown areola. Bhola had seen the sight before, and it seemed even more erotic now in a brightly lit room and with her husband standing just behind her. Shobha had her head nested against Chetan,. Her eyes were still half closed in a dreamy way, and she continued caressing Bhola's cock in a slow lazy way.
"Sss...Saheb....Bhabhi ko tttt.ttt touch karoon?" (Saheb, can I touch Bhabi?), stuttered Bhola, his eyes now locked into the sight of Shobha's mammaries. Chetan noted with some satisfaction that the request for permission was addressed to him, and not to the owner of the body.
Chetan nodded granting approval.
Bhola gleefully reached out with both hands to grab Shobha's naked breasts. They felt warm to touch and surprisingly very firm. He first pinched her nipples, one after the other and then both together. Shobha winced but smiled gently and this seemed to only encourage him. He fiddled with the erect nipples, holding them between his thumb and index finger and then turning them clockwise and then anti-clockwise as if they were radio dials. He then grasped both breasts by the underside, lifting them gently as if weighing them. They felt full and firm. He then squeezed one breast, and then the other as if squeezing a rubber ball.
Meanwhile Shobha continued to tease and torment Bhola's cock. The rhythm of her ministrations matched with the way Bhola was playing with her boobs.
Chetan brought his lips close to Shobha's ears and in a whisper so that Bhola couldn't hear, asked her the question he was curious about.
"Baby, do you want to take his cock into your mouth?"
Shobha shook her head vigorously. Chetan smiled to himself. His wife was sexually aggressive and uncommonly bold, when the right triggers were activated but he had always sensed she had certain frontiers that were difficult for her to cross.
He was fine with it.
Atleast for now.
It was time now to move the act to the final scene.
He pulled down Shobha's panties. She helped him, lifting one leg and then the other but not letting go of Bhola's cock. Bhola wide-eyed followed the descent of Shobha's panties as her husband pulled it down. Her jet black silky pubic hair jumped into view contrasting with the golden light reflected on her skin. The pubic hair seemed to glisten with tiny beads of moisture from the wetness of her pussy. Chetan noticed the damp spot on her panty as he pulled it off. Instead of tossing away the garment, the husband gave his wife's panty to their servant. Bhola let go of Shobha's breasts and began sniffing Shobha's panty. Chetan's own cock was now erect and pressing against Shobha's ass.
Chetan took advantage of Bhola's release of Shobha's breasts and picked her up in his arms. Shobha let go of Bhola's cock, and let herself go limp in Chetan's arms. Chetan threw her on the bed on her back for the second time that night. Quickly, he crawled over on all fours, naked, to take position by her head. He quickly held her by her hands and began kissing her on the mouth. At the same time, he gestured to Bhola to join them on the bed. Bhola obliged, dropping the panty presumably for attention later, and crawled onto the bed.
Shobha spread her legs wide signalling to Bhola the position he should take.
"Bhola, Bhabho ko chato. Bilkul jaise pehle kiya tha!", commanded the husband. (Bhola, lick bhabhi. Exactly like before!)
Bhola, on all fours, obliged readily. The pussy was joyously wet and oozing, with her feminine odour now driving him crazy. Shobha had spread her thighs shamelessly wide allowing free access. Bhola noted the brown and thick pussy lips, and hiding within the lips , saw the pink coloured opening to her vulva jump into view. This was his gateway to heaven. For a horny twenty-something sex starved male from Jharkhand, his throat went dry and his cock twitched at the sight. Bhola lowered his head between Bhabhi's legs and attacked her pussy with his tongue.
Shobha arched her back as Bhola went slurp, slurp, slurp...... Chetan stopped kissing Shobha on the mouth and raised his head to soak in the erotic spectacle of his wife being eaten by her handsome servant. He added to her ecstasy by squeezing her breasts the way Bhola was doing earlier. Bhola himself didn't seem like a novice. After all, he had made his acquaintance with babhi's pussy a week back - though her husband probably didn't know it - and had just completed a dry run a short while back. All this practise helped him raise his game, and bhabhi seemed to be thoroughly appreciative judging by the moaning sounds emanating from her.
And saheb seemed to be indulgently encouraging his effort. It couldn't get better than this!
Chetan sensed, yet again, that Shobha was nearing climax and tapped Bhola on his shoulder to stop. His jaw wet and smeared with the juices from Bhabhi’s pussy, the young lad looked up. Realizing that this was an interruption and not a termination of the activity, he sat back on his haunches. Chetan noticed that Bhola's cock was erect with a prominent bulging knob-like tip.
Shobha slapped her forehead and groaned at this torment. "Jaanu, mein mar jaoongi..... don't be so cruel!", (Darling, I will die!) she pleaded, writhing on the bed. Chetan had to hide his glee at her sexual distress. He waited for her ardour to cool a bit, continuing to massage her breasts, and then felt it was time to ask her the big question.
"Jaanu, do you want Bhola to fuck you now?"
Shobha whined in exasperation and said in a little girl tone, "Of course, Jaanu..... Yeh bhi kya poochne ki baat hai?" (Is this even worth asking?!)
Chetan brought his mouth close to Shobha's ear, and told her, "So ask me nicely, baby"
Shobha moaned in her baby girl tone, "Yes, Jaanu, I want Bhola to fuck me."
"No, that wont do! Ask me nicely!"
In that state, Shobha would have agreed to say or do anything Chetan wanted her to. Her pussy was on fire, and she was writhing on the bed on her ass, rubbing her thighs together. Chetan continued to squeeze her breasts and a bemused Bhola, seated on his haunches on the bed, hands on his knees watching the couple and was trying to make sense of the family mini-squabble. He happily noted his name mentioned, and sensed someone was pleading for his case.
Shobha tried to get the words right slowly, "Jaanu, can Bhola fuck me?"
"Say please", insisted Chetan.
Shobha gritted her teeth and pleaded, "Please, Janu, Please..... Can Bhola fuck me?"
"Once more! And loudly this time!"
An exasperated Shobha shouted, "Jaanu, please can Bhola fuck me now?"
Chetan smiled. This felt good to hear. "Go ahead, baby!".
And then to Bhola, "Bhola, Bhabhi ko chodoge?" (Bhola, wll you fuck your mistress?)
Bhola's face lit up with joy. Without waiting for further invitation, he lined himself up between Shobha's legs and brought his thick cock up against her pussy.
Shobha hadn’t lost all her wits. She wanted to make sure that Bhola didnt come across as being on familiar territory. She raised her head, eager to guide his cock. Bhola did need that help. He had done Bhabhi more than a couple of times last week, but never in missionary style. It didn't seem difficult, but he was glad when bhabji's eager hand grabbed the tip of his thick swollen cock and escorted it to the valley of pleasure.
With a deep breath and in a single stroke, Bhola's cock parted Shobha's pussy and went in all the way.
"Unnnnhhhhhhhhh.......Uuuuiii", Shobha moaned with pleasure, her eyes closed and drawing in a deep breath. Her hands stretched out, looking for Chetan, found his hand and gratefully intertwined her fingers tightly with his.
And Bhola began pumping.
"Bhola, bhabhi ka bra utaro.... dheere se", (Bhola, take off bhabhi's bra), said Chetan softly and in a calm tone. His fingertips were lightly rubbing Shobha's belly and navel, and the touch was enough to send delicious pinpricks through Shobha's body.
Bhola happily caught hold of Shobha's bra by the strap and pulled it down. Chetan had unhooked the bra from the back, and slipped the straps down her shoulders;. So when Bhola tugged at the bra, it came off easily . Bhola, his eyes wide and heart beating wildly, let the bra drop on the floor and stared at his bhabhi.
Her magnificent breasts now freed from the bra, stood firm without a sag. The globes were large, well proportioned and symmetrical and the nipples coin sized with an erect brown areola. Bhola had seen the sight before, and it seemed even more erotic now in a brightly lit room and with her husband standing just behind her. Shobha had her head nested against Chetan,. Her eyes were still half closed in a dreamy way, and she continued caressing Bhola's cock in a slow lazy way.
"Sss...Saheb....Bhabhi ko tttt.ttt touch karoon?" (Saheb, can I touch Bhabi?), stuttered Bhola, his eyes now locked into the sight of Shobha's mammaries. Chetan noted with some satisfaction that the request for permission was addressed to him, and not to the owner of the body.
Chetan nodded granting approval.
Bhola gleefully reached out with both hands to grab Shobha's naked breasts. They felt warm to touch and surprisingly very firm. He first pinched her nipples, one after the other and then both together. Shobha winced but smiled gently and this seemed to only encourage him. He fiddled with the erect nipples, holding them between his thumb and index finger and then turning them clockwise and then anti-clockwise as if they were radio dials. He then grasped both breasts by the underside, lifting them gently as if weighing them. They felt full and firm. He then squeezed one breast, and then the other as if squeezing a rubber ball.
Meanwhile Shobha continued to tease and torment Bhola's cock. The rhythm of her ministrations matched with the way Bhola was playing with her boobs.
Chetan brought his lips close to Shobha's ears and in a whisper so that Bhola couldn't hear, asked her the question he was curious about.
"Baby, do you want to take his cock into your mouth?"
Shobha shook her head vigorously. Chetan smiled to himself. His wife was sexually aggressive and uncommonly bold, when the right triggers were activated but he had always sensed she had certain frontiers that were difficult for her to cross.
He was fine with it.
Atleast for now.
It was time now to move the act to the final scene.
He pulled down Shobha's panties. She helped him, lifting one leg and then the other but not letting go of Bhola's cock. Bhola wide-eyed followed the descent of Shobha's panties as her husband pulled it down. Her jet black silky pubic hair jumped into view contrasting with the golden light reflected on her skin. The pubic hair seemed to glisten with tiny beads of moisture from the wetness of her pussy. Chetan noticed the damp spot on her panty as he pulled it off. Instead of tossing away the garment, the husband gave his wife's panty to their servant. Bhola let go of Shobha's breasts and began sniffing Shobha's panty. Chetan's own cock was now erect and pressing against Shobha's ass.
Chetan took advantage of Bhola's release of Shobha's breasts and picked her up in his arms. Shobha let go of Bhola's cock, and let herself go limp in Chetan's arms. Chetan threw her on the bed on her back for the second time that night. Quickly, he crawled over on all fours, naked, to take position by her head. He quickly held her by her hands and began kissing her on the mouth. At the same time, he gestured to Bhola to join them on the bed. Bhola obliged, dropping the panty presumably for attention later, and crawled onto the bed.
Shobha spread her legs wide signalling to Bhola the position he should take.
"Bhola, Bhabho ko chato. Bilkul jaise pehle kiya tha!", commanded the husband. (Bhola, lick bhabhi. Exactly like before!)
Bhola, on all fours, obliged readily. The pussy was joyously wet and oozing, with her feminine odour now driving him crazy. Shobha had spread her thighs shamelessly wide allowing free access. Bhola noted the brown and thick pussy lips, and hiding within the lips , saw the pink coloured opening to her vulva jump into view. This was his gateway to heaven. For a horny twenty-something sex starved male from Jharkhand, his throat went dry and his cock twitched at the sight. Bhola lowered his head between Bhabhi's legs and attacked her pussy with his tongue.
Shobha arched her back as Bhola went slurp, slurp, slurp...... Chetan stopped kissing Shobha on the mouth and raised his head to soak in the erotic spectacle of his wife being eaten by her handsome servant. He added to her ecstasy by squeezing her breasts the way Bhola was doing earlier. Bhola himself didn't seem like a novice. After all, he had made his acquaintance with babhi's pussy a week back - though her husband probably didn't know it - and had just completed a dry run a short while back. All this practise helped him raise his game, and bhabhi seemed to be thoroughly appreciative judging by the moaning sounds emanating from her.
And saheb seemed to be indulgently encouraging his effort. It couldn't get better than this!
Chetan sensed, yet again, that Shobha was nearing climax and tapped Bhola on his shoulder to stop. His jaw wet and smeared with the juices from Bhabhi’s pussy, the young lad looked up. Realizing that this was an interruption and not a termination of the activity, he sat back on his haunches. Chetan noticed that Bhola's cock was erect with a prominent bulging knob-like tip.
Shobha slapped her forehead and groaned at this torment. "Jaanu, mein mar jaoongi..... don't be so cruel!", (Darling, I will die!) she pleaded, writhing on the bed. Chetan had to hide his glee at her sexual distress. He waited for her ardour to cool a bit, continuing to massage her breasts, and then felt it was time to ask her the big question.
"Jaanu, do you want Bhola to fuck you now?"
Shobha whined in exasperation and said in a little girl tone, "Of course, Jaanu..... Yeh bhi kya poochne ki baat hai?" (Is this even worth asking?!)
Chetan brought his mouth close to Shobha's ear, and told her, "So ask me nicely, baby"
Shobha moaned in her baby girl tone, "Yes, Jaanu, I want Bhola to fuck me."
"No, that wont do! Ask me nicely!"
In that state, Shobha would have agreed to say or do anything Chetan wanted her to. Her pussy was on fire, and she was writhing on the bed on her ass, rubbing her thighs together. Chetan continued to squeeze her breasts and a bemused Bhola, seated on his haunches on the bed, hands on his knees watching the couple and was trying to make sense of the family mini-squabble. He happily noted his name mentioned, and sensed someone was pleading for his case.
Shobha tried to get the words right slowly, "Jaanu, can Bhola fuck me?"
"Say please", insisted Chetan.
Shobha gritted her teeth and pleaded, "Please, Janu, Please..... Can Bhola fuck me?"
"Once more! And loudly this time!"
An exasperated Shobha shouted, "Jaanu, please can Bhola fuck me now?"
Chetan smiled. This felt good to hear. "Go ahead, baby!".
And then to Bhola, "Bhola, Bhabhi ko chodoge?" (Bhola, wll you fuck your mistress?)
Bhola's face lit up with joy. Without waiting for further invitation, he lined himself up between Shobha's legs and brought his thick cock up against her pussy.
Shobha hadn’t lost all her wits. She wanted to make sure that Bhola didnt come across as being on familiar territory. She raised her head, eager to guide his cock. Bhola did need that help. He had done Bhabhi more than a couple of times last week, but never in missionary style. It didn't seem difficult, but he was glad when bhabji's eager hand grabbed the tip of his thick swollen cock and escorted it to the valley of pleasure.
With a deep breath and in a single stroke, Bhola's cock parted Shobha's pussy and went in all the way.
"Unnnnhhhhhhhhh.......Uuuuiii", Shobha moaned with pleasure, her eyes closed and drawing in a deep breath. Her hands stretched out, looking for Chetan, found his hand and gratefully intertwined her fingers tightly with his.
And Bhola began pumping.
Ravi Shikha
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on Amazon.in and Kindle. You will find me there too under this pen name. For the price of a coffee on Amazon, or for free on Kindle Unlimited, you can read my ebooks.
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on Amazon.in and Kindle. You will find me there too under this pen name. For the price of a coffee on Amazon, or for free on Kindle Unlimited, you can read my ebooks.
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