Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Shobha's mouth opened like an "O", her eyes widened but in an unfocused way and she found herself gasping from breath. She grasped Chetan's palm tightly with her fingernails digging into his wrist, as he held on firmly to both her hands.

"Unnhhhhh....hhhhhhun.....Oh....God...Unnnnn!!"

This wasn't the first time that Bhola was fucking his bhabhi, but this was the first time he was doing it in old fashioned missionary position. The position gave him much better mobility, and being able to see Bhabhi's round breasts flapping in rhythm as he shoved his cock in and out of her pussy was all the motivation he needed. He was also able to pump deeper and harder in this position.

Chetan gazed at the sight before him. His naked wife had her head between his own naked thighs. Hie own erect cock was pointing in the air, and just a few inches away from Shobha's face and mouth. But she wasn't focused on him. Or his cock .Her eyes were staring unseeingly at the ceiling, her magnificent breasts naked and glistening in the yellow golden light of the bedroom. Her nipples were fully erect.

And the cause of this condition was the young handsome stud from Jharkhand, whose thick dark brown swollen cock was going like a piston in and out of Bhabhi's pussy. The shaft was beginning to glisten with reflection from the bedroom light on the wetness that it picked up from her wet pussy. Bhola's hands were on either side of Shobha's waist, pressed hard on the bed to give him leverage and his lithe back was arched upwards, his broad chest and strong shoulders - muscled but not too bulging - and his back tapering off into small, tight, rounded buttocks a lighter shade of brown compared to the rest of his back.

Bhola looked like a greek statue come to life, carefully sculpted and now copulating with his delirious mistress.

Chetan was observing carefully. His young athlete, he realized, was running a sprint when he should be pacing a marathon.

"Dheere, Bhola! Dheera! Yeh T20 match nahim hain, abhi to tumhe test match khelna hai", Chetan placed a hand on Bhola's shoulder to slow him down.

Bhola was looking down on Shobha's contorted face. He now looked up at Chetan, but his eyes were glazed and his pelvis still going like a piston drilling into Shobha's pussy. He showed no sign of having heard his coach's advisory.

Chetan let go of the restraint on Shobha's palms, and slapped Bhola firmly on his cheek twice - not too hard, but hard enough to break through the fog in his lust-laden brain.

Chetan paused suddenly in mid-hump, and looked at Chetan who evidently seemed annoyed with him but relieved that he had the young stud's attention. Chetan mimed slow motion movement with his palms to cue Bhola the slow pace he wanted Bhola to pump.

"Dheere, Bhola, Dheere!" Chetan broke his words into syllables, (Slow! Bhola, Slow!)

Bhola over corrected for the instructions. And stopped completely mid-stroke, looking at Chetan for the next cue.

Chetan slapped his forehead.

Lying below Bhola, and her head ensconced between Chetan's thighs, Shobha shrieked at the rude and sudden interruption.

"Bijli chali gayi kya?! Jaanu, what the fuck is this! " (Did the power just go off?!), and then calming down a bit, "Janu, cant you just let him do me without applying the brakes!"

But Bhola was a fast learner. He  learnt that the game was to tease and torment, and not to just hump and pump. Chetan cued him, "Bhola, tumhe bus toh nahin pakadni hai na?" (You dont need to catch a bus, do you?!).
Like an orchestra conductor, Chetan used his hands to indicate when Bhola should speeden up, and when he should slow down!"

For Shobha, this was a new experience. She was by nature used to exercising control. This was in built into the deep exhibition streak she had. She derived a sense of power by displaying, offering and withholding her femininity to men around her, including her husband.

The urge and desire to sexually dominate at various times resulted in behavior that would seek her to tease, shock, seduce males around her.

This evening, things were running differently. Both men, acting in tandem, had ganged up on her and her writ was not working. The only consolation was that her husband appeared in control.

Shobha gave up trying to suggest an alternate script, and let her body respond to the rhythm of Bhola's pumping. At Chetan's command, Bhola slowed down and to an almost slow motion pace. To both Chetan and Bhola, this meant the slow sight of Bhola's cock penetrate and Shobha's thick, wet pussy lips and pulling back. Bhola slowly pulled out his entire cock from the pussy. Shobha's pussy lips squeezed the cock, reluctant to let go and it came out with a small "pop" sound. Bhola lost no time in slowly inserting the cock back into the pussy. For Bhola, this was a new experience and he realized the slow motion pumping gave him a chance to soak in the visual details of his bhabi's named body in the throes of passion, and gave him a much greater sense of control.

Shobha could finally take no more of it and grabbed Bhola's round, tight buttocks hard with her fingernails, leaving angry scratch marks on his brown skin and began moving her own pelvis up and down to make up for Bhola's lack of kinetics.

In a distant part of Shobha's passion-racked brain, she realized the irony that a week back, Bhola had mauled and ravaged her body by the brute force of his coupling, and now it was she who was scratching and squeezing Bhola demanding urgency and vigor.

Finally, as both men watched in fascination Shobha began to spasm and contort. She began to gasp for breath. Her eyes shut tightly, she tossed her head back and her naked body began trembling uncontrollably as waves of orgasm swept over her.

And finally peace descended on her.