Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

For the first time that evening, Chetan and Bhola surrendered themselves to Shobha.

For both of them, this was eroticism at its best. Both men lay on their back, head upraised on the pillow. Chetan had his hands locked behind his head. Bhola reached out and began playing with Shobha's breast, squeezing the breast and pinching her erect nipple. Shobha had her back supported against a pile of pillows, her foot giving her leverage against the shoulders of the two men, her knees partly pulled up and spread apart and her glistening pussy, still dripping with juices from two orgasms opened up for inspection to the two men, and firmly giving both a hand job.

This continued for about five minutes. Chetan was the first to sense that he was about to .cum, and didnt want to do so before his male rival. He reached out to cover Shobha's grip over his cock with with his own hand. Shobha quickly realized her husband's imminent climax and sensed he didnt want it to end this way without a fuck. Also, her hands were beginning to tire.

The time for foreplay was over. Shobha wanted to get back to fucking.

The dilemma was who should she fuck first? Her husband or her lover?

Shobha made her choice. In a single, smooth action, she got off her half-reclining position and straddled Chetan's waist. Still holding Chetan's cock and letting go of Bhola's cock, she adjusted the angle of her hips and slowly lowered herself on Chetan's erect cock. Chetan drew a deep breath not just in elation at being the chosen consort for copulation but also because he felt his cock part his wife's tight pussy lips and slither into her tight tunnel. Bhola watched, his eyes wide open. Shobha had done the same favour to him last week, but watching her do it to her husband in front of him, and watch her take in her husband’s cock, and see the cock slowly disappear into her pussy was a million times better than the sleazy porn shows he had watched in smelly dimly lit theatres.  Shobha initially ignored him completely. She leaned forward, her full breasts crushed against Chetan's hairy chest and she kissed Chetan on the mouth. Both husband and wife sucked each other's lips hungrily, with Bhola staring wide-eyes and just inches away.

Chetan broke the kiss first. He held Shobha's head between his hands, looked at her lovingly, caressed her thick black hair that was partially covering her face as she lay over his chest. His cock still snugly parked into her pussy, Chetan lovingly tucked in Shobha’s wayward locks of hair behind her ears. Shobha smiled at him and they both touched their nose tips together more like romantic teenagers and oblivious of the leering servant.

Chetan discreetly pulled her head aside and whispered softly into her ear that was away from Bhola.

He asked Shobha the same question for the third time that evening.

"Baby, do you want to take his cock into your mouth?".

Shobha shook her head once again, "No Janu", she said softly, and then whispered after a pause, "Not now".

She then raised herself and looked at Bhola finally giving him her attention. Ever since Shobha chose to favour Chetan’s cock over Bhola’s, our lad from Jharkhand was feeling a bit left out and the intimate from the tete-a-tete and romantic canoodling  between the husband and wife made him feel jealous. He may have been a servant but even servants have egos. Even when he, their servant, had been invited to share the marital bed with an upper class couple for that evening.

Resigned to his fate, he consoled himself that the evening still had plenty of promise and if the dish was as good as what was on offer - he had the sexy bhabhi in mind, of course -  he wasn't complaining about having to settle for left overs.

What Shobha did next made him feel much better and raised his drooping spirits. Not to mention his drooping  staff.

With her husband's cock still nestling snugly in her pussy, and continuing to straddle him, Shobha  leaned across and kissed Bhola on the mouth. Chetan reached out for Bhola's hand and placed on his wife's exposed breast. The young lad greedily began squeezing the globe as if it were a long-lost rubber ball that he has just found, and simultaneously began sucking bhabhi’s lips. Shobha opened her mouth and let Bhola's tongue lap hers.

Still wet-kissing Bhola, and moaning with the way Bhola was squeezing her breasts, Shobha raised her waist and began humping her husband.

Chetan reached and grabbed Shobha's naked buttocks, helpfully supporting her up and down bobbing movement while also watching his naked wife play tongue hockey with her lover who was also squeezing her breasts lustily.

Puchack-Puchack-Pachack
Shhhhmoooch.....
Ummmmmmmm.....

The room was filled with the sounds of Shobha's buttocks slapping against Chetan’s thighs, the slurping sound of her kissing Bhola and interspersed with her moaning. After several minutes of humping, Chetan tried another variation. Holding Bhola by the neck, he gently pushed the lad to break the kiss with his wife and instead suck her breasts. Bhola welcoming of coaching interventions  all through the evening, welcomed the change and began sucking as noisily as he was kissing earlier. This now left Bhola's hands idle, and Chetan guided him to Shobha's pussy to just where her pussy lips began. Bhola began caressing the thick and moist pussy lips, but did not know much of what else to do. With perfect husband-wife coordination, Shobha took over from where Chetan left off. Holding Bhola's fingers in her hand, she guided him to her swollen clitoris and began cuing a rubbing motion. Bhola had been a fast learner on all matters sexual, and realized that he should start doing with his fingers the same magic he had rendered to bhabhi with his mouth that evening last week in his room just before bhabhi took his virginity.

Bhola began rubbing Shobha's clitoris while simultaneously sucking her breasts. Shobha, impaled on her husband’s cock, began moaning and continued to bounce up and down fucking her husband. Beads of sweat began forming over her forehead, neck and breasts.

Ten minutes later, Chetan felt he was about to burst. He sensed Shobha was still a bit away. He was still holding her buttocks. He quickly put his hands in his mouth, made sure the fingers were coated with dripping saliva, parted Shobha’ buttock cheeks  and gently used the wet finger to probe Shobha's anus. even while she was bouncing up and down on his cock. His thick and now wet middle finger partly teased the puckering hole, and  as Shobha lowered herself while bouncing, Chetan's wet finger partly penetrated her anus. 

Shobha reacted as if hit by an electric shock. Her mouth opened wide in form of an "O", and she half-shrieked and half-moaned. Chetan immediately withdrew the moist finger and now began grazing the sensitive skin between the base of her pussy lips and the anus.

Both husband and wide erupted almost simultaneously into an orgasm. 

Shobha had her third orgasm that evening. 

Her body shivering spasmodically, her eyes rolling and gasping for breath, she collapsed on top of Chetan's chest with a loud noisy moan,

 "Ooooooooo...iiiiiiii...Maaaaaa!!!!!".

Like scores of men before him, Bhola vaguely wondered why some women at that precise moment of sublime sexual bliss vocally invoke their mothers instead of thanking their bed partners for delivering them to their climax.