Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[blackdesk65]

Ohh what a narrative. Hottest and sexy story. Really erotic. Please do write more.

[RaviShikha]

Shobha yelped, "Not fair! Not fair! ", she chanted, trying to break free.

Chetan stepped forward. Shobha's back was now squashed against his chest and he too grabbed her boobs, but thoughtfully from under her t-shirt. Shobha was now squashed between two men. Her husband was at her back, and had inserted his hands under the t shirt and had cupped her naked breasts. Bhola, a little less thoughtful had his eye on the same assets but had grabbed them from the front.

Realising that she was now squashed between the two men, Shobha dropped her own pillow, grabbed Bhola by his collar, pulled him closer and kissed him on his mouth. She forced open Bhola's mouth, and just as Bho!a kissed back clumsily but forcefully, she broke off. Shobha then tilted her head to the side and kissed Chetan. Chetan was now squeezing Shobha's breasts from inside while Bhola was wrestling for the same privilege from front and over the vest. Shobha began kissing both men alternately.

Shobha grabbed Bhola's t-shirt and pulled it off. The servant's handsome, broad clean shaven chest came into view and Shobha teased his nipple with a sharp fingernail. Bhola caught the base of her t shirt and tried to get it off. Shobha pretended to cooperate and gestured to both men that she would take it off herself.  Both men let go their hold on her, and in a single swift move, giggling all the while, Shobha broke free and ran to the other corner of the bedroom  Both men laughed at being outwitted and lunged after her and it turned out like a game kid's play. Except that here an adult woman in a t shirt and panties was being chased around the room by two adult men - her husband and her servant  Ultimately, it was again Chetan who caught her and pinned her hands behind her back. Shobha was still giggling hysterically.

"Pakad liya saali ko!" (Caught the bitch!)

Chetan was breathing heavily with the exertion of the brief chase. His beautiful but dominant wife had both teased him and taunted him over the last few days, and now with adrenaline and lust high in his blood, he had her pinned down and completely under his physical control. This exercise of physical domination over a woman who had so overtly been sexual teasing him aroused him tremendously. So what if there was a handsome servant who was also lusting after her and enjoying all this  Bhola had his eyes wide open, and was grinning foolishly and wanting to be part of this sport and whatever spoils came next.

Chetan felt powerful in the equation between the three of them - he had his half naked wife pinned down, and he could grant or deny Bhola access to the sexual trophy that was his wife.

"Bol Bhola, kya karen is saali ke saath?!" , and then carried away with lust asked, "Chhod diya jaye ya choddh diya jaye?! " and laughed sadistically at the pun in Hindi of what he said.  (Tell me Bhola, what shall we do with the bitch? Should we leave her or should we fuck her?!)

"Bhabhi ek dum mast lagti hain, saheb", Bhola exclaimed and grinned too with savage lust. With his master having pinned his mistress's hands behind her back, she was helpless and immobile in front of him, her breasts heaving with exertion of a futile struggle to break free Her erect nipples were poking through the tight thin fabric of the t shirt. His t shirt, he again reminded himself!

Grinning sadistically, Bhola reached out with both hands and raised the bottom of Shobha's t shirt finally exposing her breasts in their naked glory. She had superbly shaped breasts and coin sized round light brown aureola with a dark brown erect nipples. Bhola's heart was beating wildly and his cock throbbing painfully as he reached out and squeezed the naked breasts. Shobha squirmed, protested and moaned - all at the same time - further firing up the lust of both men. Chetan managed the difficult feat of pulling off her t shirt over her head while still keeping her hands pinned behind her back. He tossed it contemptuously aside.

"Saali ek dum nangi hai abhi!" (The bitch is naked now!), Chetan was now sadistically enjoying all this and felt in full control.

"Bhabhi ke mumme ek dum mast hain!", Bhola was crazed and began fondling Shobha's exposed breasts. (Madam has great tits).

Chetan’s hands were busy pinning Shobha’s hands behind her and Bhola has Shobha’s breasts all to himself.  Shobha had stopped protesting and had half-closed her eyes. This wasn't what she had in mind but the use of physical force against her was a new experience and she felt herself go wet.

Chetan dragged a half-resisting Shobha, holding her by her wrists, over to the bed. Still pinning her hands tightly behind her, he shed his own t shirt and track pants. He was now completely naked and sporting a raging hardon. He pulled himself to a half lying position supported by the pillows behind his back. He pinned Shobha on top of him, her back against his chest, and grunted with the satisfied feel of his erect cock wedged snugly against her panty clad ass. Bhola lost his grip on Shobha's breasts but liked this position better with his near naked mistress lying on top of his master. Seeing Chetan strip naked, Bhola pulled down his own shorts and briefs. Shobha encouraged him with her eyes  

There were two stark naked men in the room, both sporting raging erections and Shobha was pinned down. Her heart was in her mouth, her pussy moist and she was wondering how all this was going to end and if she had gone too far in teasing and taunting her husband. He was clearly in a crazed and aggressive mode, and the problem was so was Bhola.

She looked at Bhola's naked cock for the second time in two days and felt herself go wet. She squirmed at the delicious thought of what both men could do to her, and felt Chetan's cock throb as she ground her buttocks against his shaft.

Chetan locked his own ankles against Shobha's inner ankles and pried her legs apart. She didn't resist and now she had her legs spread out, her black panty clearly showing a wet spot.

[gyaneeguru]

Super buddy. Please continue. I understand that you might be busy with your personal work but I also wish your updates were more frequent...

[searuler]

And longer

[RaviShikha]

A naked Bhola approached his bhabhi, spreadeagled, topless and lying helpless on the bed with her back on her naked husband’s chest and naked herself - except for that panty - but got confused about what to do next. He had, of course, seen plenty of porn clips but nothing prepared him about what to do in this situation.

Chetan, was now squeezing Shobha's breasts - who had stopped resisting - sensed that Bhola was a virgin and confused. It excited him even more that he could now direct the next steps  He gestured Bhola to come over. Bhola crawled onto the bed on his knees, between Shobha - and Chetan's legs - and approached Shobha's naked breasts.

Bhola started sucking her breasts and alternated from one to the other. This felt like heaven to him and the smell of Shobha's deodorant and underarm odour began driving him crazy. He was gurgling with joy.  Shobha realized Chetan had loosened his ankle lock on her, and she quickly wrapped her legs across Bhola's waist pulling him tightly against her. Bhola now ground his naked cock against Shobha's panty clad pussy and she pulled his head away from her breast and kissed him on his mouth. She was still lying on her back on her naked husband's chest and being dry humped by a naked man who was their servant. She was delirious with ecstasy but also frustrated as Bhola just semed to be merely pushing and rubbing his cock against her panty.

Chetan was getting excited too but the competitive part of his brain kicked in. He wanted a piece of the action too. He didn't want to lose control.

"Bhola, zara hatna", (Bhola, can you move aside)

A confused Bhola paused in instinctive obedience at his master's voice. Shobha however didn't like the interruption and made a face and a protesting noise.

"Bhola, hum dikhate hain kaise kiya jaata hai", said Chetan. (Bhola, Let me show you how it is done)

Chetan gestured to Bhola to sit on the armchair, and the lad reluctantly disengaged. His cock still erect, Bhola awkwardly slithered across to sit at the armchair. He was also curious what strange event would unfurl next.

Shobha has a vague feeling this was again not part of the script but the wetness in her pussy couldn't let her think.  

His sexual rival now converted into a spectator observing him from the armchair, Chetan flipped over to a missionary position. In one single smooth motion, he pulled Shobha's panty off and threw it at Chetan who gleefully caught it and rubbed it against his cheeks.

Chetan used his hands to hold Shobha by her ankles and parted her legs roughly. And plunged his cock right into her warm wet welcoming pussy.

Watched by their servant, who was now sniffing his wife's panties, Chetan began fucking his wife.

It was over in a few minutes and Chetan came with a loud grunt. He pulled out at the last minute and spurred his cum all over Shobha's belly and thighs. He groaned in ecstasy and from the corner of his eyes watched Bhola's jaw drop at the live porn play out in front of him.

Chetan's chest swelled with manly pride. This couldn't have gone better. He had done it four times in as many days. It was a new experience and he took near professional pride in staying in control. Like with his job at the MNC bank .

Shobha groaned inward in frustration. She was squirming for a sexual climax, and after the strange series of antics holding out a promise of a tantalizing outcome, it had again ended on a familiar anti climax. She rolled off the bed and rushed out to the bathroom to clean herself.  

That left a naked Chetan in the room along with a naked Bhola. His cock now shriveling, Chetan now reclined on the bed, knees up and pulled up the satin duvet covers on the bed to conceal his naked and now limp manhood.

That left a confused Bhola who realized with a sinking feeling that the show had ended faster than he imagined, and with a slow realization that his was just a bit role as supporting cast and not a starring role  

For a short while, his slow brain toyed with the hope that bhabhi would return from the bathroom, her make-up restored, and that the movie would continue to a second half like after an interval and that his role could still be promoted to a starring role. A couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence followed by the sound of a shower turned on in the bathroom made him realize the heroine wasn't going to return so soon.

And Chetan, having wrapped himself up to his chest to cover his nakedness, looked at him, shrugging at Bhola as if to say what the hell are you continuing to do in my bedroom? Finally even a rustic Bhola couldn't avoid escaping the obvious hint of having overstayed his welcome.

His hardon had rapidly receded with the exit of the heroine from the main stage.  He  got up, clumsy and embarrassed about his nakedness, retrieved his briefs and shorts, awkwardly pulled them on, grabbed his previous t shirt, hastily wished his saheb good night and hurried out of the bedroom after a last longing look at the still shut bathroom door  

He left but in his clenched fist, he concealed a valuable prize he smuggled out with him - Shobha's used black panties.

[blackdesk65]

So sexy, so detailed. Thank you

[gyaneeguru]

Wow super

[RaviShikha]

Ten minutes later, Shobha finished her shower and stepped out of the bathroom, her hair wet and shampooed, wrapped in just a towel.

She had deliberately taken her time, knowing fully well that Chetan's ardour had cooled along with his discharge and that the romp had to come to a disappointing and unexpected sudden end. The memory of Chetan humping her on their bed and in presence of a stunned Bhola had, of course, aroused her even more that the actual sex itself. Looking past a panting Chetan's shoulder, she remembered making eye contact with Bhola. She revelled in the glazed look in Bhola's eye as he shamelessly massaged his cock over his shorts, unblinkingly watching his saheb ravish his beautiful naked mistress. This voyeurism aroused Shobha even more than the sex with her husband and she savoured the sexual power she held over both of them. She was disappointed when Chetan came too quickly, but with her husband fucking her in plain sight of her servant, she knew a taboo had been broken and new vistas to pleasure opened for future exploration.  

As she walked into the bedroom, she was not surprised to see Chetan gently snoring. That was precisely why she took her time in the shower. She had to resist the urge to use her fingers to pleasure herself. For her husband, the day may have ended but for her the night had just begun. She knew that a long day at work, a couple of strong drinks and sex were as good as sleeping pills for Chetan.

She dropped her towel and gently climbed, naked, on to the bed on her knees, careful not to wake him up. As always, Chetan was naked, sleeping on his back, gently snoring through a half open mouth and with the bed sheet partly covering his hairy, protuberant  belly  Shobha gently pulled down the bed sheet until Chetan's flaccid cock came into view. His cock was covered with the dried up mix of his cum and her own juices. His cock looked so cute, she thought nestling for rest against his balls much like it's spent owner. She was tempted to grab it and fondle it but she didn't want to wake him up.

I want a different cock in my hand for tonight, she thought, giggling to herself.

She replaced the bedsheets gently covering Chetan's modesty, dimmed the bedroom lights, quietly got off the the bed  careful not to disturb her slumbering husband. Stark naked, ignoring the wet towel that lay on the floor, she tip toed her way out of the bedroom.

"Jharkhand, here I come!", she thought smiling to herself.

[Abhi8989]

Please ? post bigger update

[RaviShikha]

Ten minutes later, Shobha finished her shower and stepped out of the bathroom, her hair wet and shampooed, wrapped in just a towel.

She had deliberately taken her time, knowing fully well that Chetan's ardour had cooled along with his discharge and that the romp had to come to a disappointing and unexpected sudden end. The memory of Chetan humping her on their bed and in presence of a stunned Bhola had, of course, aroused her even more that the actual sex itself. Looking past a panting Chetan's shoulder, she remembered making eye contact with Bhola. She revelled in the glazed look in Bhola's eye as he shamelessly massaged his cock over his shorts, unblinkingly watching his saheb ravish his beautiful naked mistress. This voyeurism aroused Shobha even more than the sex with her husband and she savoured the sexual power she held over both of them. She was disappointed when Chetan came too quickly, but with her husband fucking her in plain sight of her servant, she knew a taboo had been broken and new vistas to pleasure opened for future exploration.  

As she walked into the bedroom, she was not surprised to see Chetan gently snoring. That was precisely why she took her time in the shower. She had to resist the urge to use her fingers to pleasure herself. For her husband, the day may have ended but for her the night had just begun. She knew that a long day at work, a couple of strong drinks and sex were as good as sleeping pills for Chetan.

She dropped her towel and gently climbed, naked, on to the bed on her knees, careful not to wake him up. As always, Chetan was naked, sleeping on his back, gently snoring through a half open mouth and with the bed sheet partly covering his hairy, protuberant  belly  Shobha gently pulled down the bed sheet until Chetan's flaccid cock came into view. His cock was covered with the dried up mix of his cum and her own juices. His cock looked so cute, she thought nestling for rest against his balls much like it's spent owner. She was tempted to grab it and fondle it but she didn't want to wake him up.

I want a different cock in my hand for tonight, she thought, giggling to herself.

She replaced the bedsheets gently covering Chetan's modesty, dimmed the bedroom lights, quietly got off the the bed  careful not to disturb her slumbering husband. Stark naked, ignoring the wet towel that lay on the floor, she tip toed her way out of the bedroom.

"Jharkhand, here I come!", she thought smiling to herself.

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Shobha felt a a thrill of excitement as she tiptoed her way in the darkness, stark naked across the corridor to the living room.

A single show lamp gleamed, bathing the empty living room in dim golden light. To her slight disappointment, unlike last night, Bhola wasn't waiting for her here. A warm memory of last night came back to her, moistening her thighs as she recalled holding that gorgeous erect cock in her hand in that very glow. She tiptoed further to the far end of the living room to the small corridor that opened to Bhola's private servant room, and saw a sliver of light at the bottom of a slightly ajar door to the room.

She pushed open the door and was surprised that it wasn’t locked

It was a small room, with clothes strewn untidily on the floor and a single bed lit by a solitary bulb at the far corner. Bhola was lying on the bed on his back, his eyes closed, naked, partly covered with a bedsheet and slowly masturbating himself. The light from the far end made the thin bedsheet glow translucently.  Shobha wetted her lips as she saw the thick outline of Bhola's cock silhouetted against the golden glow of the lamp.

Startled by her gasp, Bhola interrupted his masturbation, opened his eyes and and got shocked at the sight of his mistress intruding into his private room. His eyes widened as he realized she was stark naked. Reflexively, he pulled the bedsheet closer trying to hide his large embarrassment.

"Bhabhi, aap!" , he managed to croak at this unexpected sight. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if it was a wet dream. (Madam, its you!)

"Ssshhhhh", Shobha put a finger to her lips conspiratorially and gently shut the door completely, latched it from inside and stepped closer to Bhola. The room had a dank musty smell to it that comes with poor ventilation and the smell of unwashed laundry, but Shobha didnt mind.

Bhola sprung to his feet, in instinctive deference to his mistress's unexpected presence and clutched a corner of the bedsheet closer to his crotch but insufficient to cover his embarrassingly swollen manhood.

Shobha stepped closer, unmindful of her nakedness, an affectionate smile on her lips and she looked down to longingly gaze at his half concealed erection.

"Mere barein mein soch rahe the?", she asked him with a mischievous smile on her lips and looking down to his manhood as of speaking to it and not to its master (Were you thinking of me?).

Bhola croaked a reply not sure whether to confirm or deny the allegation.

His mistress sat down naked on his bed and next to him and crossed her long legs. Her wet hair fell on either side of her bare shoulders, tantalizingly covering part of her breasts but unable to hide their fullness. Sitting next to her, a dazed Bhola leaned forward and touched her shoulder as if to make sure this wasn't a dream. He tried to brush her wet hair aside to get a better look at those magnified breasts but she playfully swatted his hands aside. Bhola peered forward to peer at her thighs for a closer look at her womanhood but she had her legs crossed at the thighs and her hands clasped together over them denying him that close look. At least, he confirmed, she wasn't wearing her panties. For a brief moment, his brain worried if she had come to retrieve her used panties that he had so carefully purloined. He furtively glanced at the garment that he was so intimately sniffing just before the heroine made a grand entrance into the scene.

The heroine, twisted her seating angle and was focused on a different object of fascination other than her discarded garment - his cock. She gazed at it longingly.

Shobha reached out for his bed sheet that partly covered his nakedness, pulled it off his thighs and tossed it on the floor leaving Bhola completely naked and sitting next to her. She then rotated her body to face Bhola, lifted her hands to her head to tie her loose wet hair into a neat bun. That act opened up her gorgeous breasts for Bhola's gaze along with her clean shaven armpits. Bhola gawked at her naked globes admiring once again their roundness, the neatly circular areola with a crowning erect nipple at the centre.

Shobha reached out and grasped the object of her lust, and she felt his organ shudder at her touch. She longed to caress it but the lessons from last night swiftly flashed into her brain. In just a couple of nights, she felt she was qualified to do a PhD on the two cocks in her home and she didn't want  another premature climax. Slow and steady, she told herself and withdrew her hand much to Bhola's disappointment.

Shobha leaned forward and kissed Bhola.

He had a nice mouth with thick lips, but lacked the technique to respond to her kiss. He tried sucking her mouth, and his amateur ardour excited her. Her naked breasts were squashed against his broad chest and she found his hands slipping down to  cup and squeeze them. She moaned, broke the kiss and leaned her head back, resting her weight on her hands on the bed behind her back, thus allowing him unhindered access to her breasts. Sensing his hesitation, she pulled his head to her breasts.  He readily cooperated, burying his head between her breasts sucking and squeezing them alternately. She moaned and felt the wetness grow between her thighs and demand attention.

Still holding Bhola tight against her breasts, Shobha leaned back to lie down on the bed, pulling Bhola down with her. Bhola helpfully placed a pillow under the head and the act caused her bun to come undone spilling her wet hair across the pillow.

Bhola pulled back and and forced his knees between her legs. Shobha cooperated by spreading her legs apart. Bhola's knees were now wedged between her legs and Bhola raised himself on his knees, his hands on his thighs and looked down at his naked mistress lying on her back in his bed. She had her eyes half closed and looked like a goddess. Her lips were moist, her beautiful face framed by her thick wet hair that coiled around on the pillow and on the bed. Her arms were raised above her head and clasped together at the wrist. Shobha used to be told by her female friends in college that her best feature on her body were her breasts, and motherhood had further accentuated their fullness. Luscious, creamy and full - medium sized, not too large, they retained their roundness despite Shobha being on her back and were now fully exposed to Bhola who was on his knees and straddling her between her legs. Her smooth shaven armpits accentuated her flawless skin.

Bhola's lust-filled gaze traversed down to her flat stomach and the deep navel. Her waist had a gentle roll of fat - her only concession to motherhood. Her lower belly had a lighter shade of skin around the parts usually covered by a panty, and Bhola could see a thin light reddish line marking the outline on the skin where the panty usually ended. Bhola's gaze traveled down to the forbidden area he had never seen in a real woman so far  Shobha maintained a trimmed pussy and the sparse jet black hair contrasted with the fairness of her skin. Her pussy lips were thick, a slightly different shade of creamy brown and even in the dim yellow light of the servant room, glistened with moistness. Bhola's knees were locked and pressed against her pubis denying him - for now - the wondrous details that lay down for further exploration. Shobha had drawn up her legs on either side of Bhola's waist, and he supported himself in that rather awkward kneeling position by grasping Shobha's own knees.

Bhola licked his lips involuntarily as his wide open eyes unblinkingly drank in every detail of his naked mistress's body pinned on his bed and right in front on him. He felt like a starving kid walking into an extravagant buffet spread and unable to decide where to start and what to do next.

Shobha was herself aroused but alert enough to sense the welter of emotions running through Bhola's simple head. This was precisely what turned her on so much about the prospect of seducing Bhola - he was a simpleton, conditioned to be subservient by nature, with no sexual experience but very masculine and in awe of her own womanhood. Teasing him sexually with her exhibitionism turned on the latent streak she always knew she had in her. However the enforced privacy and confinement of a lockdown brought to fore another secret fantasy of hers - having her own private Male sex slave who would be at her beck and control, and on her command do every dirty little action that would pleasure her body in a way that she now regretfully realized her husband would never be able to do.

She had been an HR Manager and had seen interns get moulded into obedience from the time they walked in to work. She thought of Bhola as her own private intern to be moulded into her own sex slave. Her husband being around the house was just a nuisance that needed to be managed.

"Soch rahe ho ki kahan se shuru karna hai? Mein batati hoon. Jaise mein kehti hoon, waise karo." (Thinking where to start? I will tell you  just do as I tell you), and then added to emphasize her control, "Zyada sochna mat" (Don't think much) and then a bit helpfully to ease any fright the lad might have, "Saheb so rahe hain" (Saheb is sleeping). Bhola perked up at the last bit and relaxed with the realization that he just had to follow instructions.

Shobha raised her hands, pulled down Bhola by his shoulder and locked her legs around his waist. Bhola was now lying on top of her and she felt his stiff manhood against her thighs and belly. She resisted the temptation to pay attention to his manhood - save the best for later, she reminded herself. She adjusted herself till she felt comfortable with the partial weight of his torso against her chest. Her breasts were squashed against his chest, but it felt snug and intimate.

She kissed him again, this time slowly. She had much earlier got over any aversion of kissing a servant. She was instead kissing a handsome specimen of masculinity, and initiating the kiss was her way of marking her domination over him. She took her time exploring his thick lips. Bhola kissed back making up in energy what he lacked in technique. She then prised his lips apart, which he did willingly, and she pushed her tongue inside his mouth. Bhola shivered at the new sensation of feeling his mistress's tongue and saliva against his own. He was also being assailed by the perfumed fragrance of his bhabhi's wet shampooed hair and the intoxicating smell of her underarm. The silence in the room was broken by the slurping sound of some noisy kissing.

After a few minutes, she broke off the kiss and pushed his head down to her breasts. Bhola adjusted his straddling position, latched on to her breasts with both hands and squeezed them gently. He took her moans as a sign of encouragement and squeezed harder. "Aur zor se", she breathlessly egged him on. Bhola was only too delighted to squeeze her breasts manfully. He followed it up with alternately kissing both nipples, gently at first and then as his own instinct began to take over, chewed gingerly at the erect tips.

Shobha cried with the sudden pain, and he paused with concern.

"Dont stop, Bhola, Karte jao jab tak mein nahin bolti", she whispered. (Keep doing it till i tell you). Bhola resumed squeezing her breasts, only harder and alternated with sucking and chewing each swollen nipple. Shobha cried with both pain and pleasure.

This was what Shobha always wanted. Chetan was too gentle and too minimal in his foreplay, and she had always longed for rough treatment. And Bhola was giving it.

After a few minutes however, her breasts begged for relief. Moaning and her eyes now closed, she turned on her back. Bhola was now presented with the sight of her smooth back, tapering to a slim waist and broad fleshy buttocks. Bhola began kissing and licking her back starting from her shoulder. He nuzzled her neck, and the way bhabhi shivered and moaned loudly told him she was particularly sensitive here. He licked her behind her ears, surprised by the way she squirmed and then giggled. He realised that this was much to her liking. Bhola's cock was now pressing against Shobha's ass cheeks but she kept her thighs together not wanting to hurry to the main course.

Bhola licked every square inch of his bhabhi's bare back from the neck down to her buttocks. At her buttocks, he began kissing them and squeezing them, like he did with her breasts. He parted the cheeks of her buttock and was rewarded with the sight of her tight brown puckered anus. Bhola kissed her there, his tongue massaging the sensitive skin around the perimeter and Shobha clenched and unclenched her ass muscles. This was new to her and Chetan had never given her that attention down there.

Having wetted that area with his saliva, Bhola paused and examined the masterpiece while his hands continued kneading and squeezing his mistress's buttocks. He had pulled apart her ass cheeks and found her entire butt crack gleaming with his saliva. He probed the brown puckered ring of her anus and gently pushed a finger in. Shobha reacted strongly. She loved it when he licked her down there but felt uncomfortable to push that boundary further and asked him to stop. He obediently complied.

By now Bhola was sitting next to Shobha, who continued lying on her stomach and her head resting on her chin in the pillow. The pillow smelt bad and unwashed but she didn’t care. Bhola had his long muscular legs on Shobha's lower legs, partly pinning her down. Bhola's probing of his bhabhi’s anus thwarted, he resumed exploring the rest of the nether region. He could see her thick pussy lips and touched it with his index finger. It felt wet and sticky and even in the dim light, Bhola noted the damp spot that had formed on his bedsheet. Bhola probed with his finger and parted the pussy lips. Bhola's finger went deep, and Shobha’s loud moaning told him this was something she liked.

He rubbed his finger around the area, and Shobha half-consciously lifted her buttocks to allow him better access. Bhola felt his finger get sticky and a new strange odour came to his nostrils. He withdrew his finger and saw it was coated with a mucus. Intrigued, he licked it and found it tasted strange, not unpleasant. Lust and curiosity filled him and he peered for a closer look at the junction of her thighs. Her raised buttocks allowed him to inspect the thick pussy lips closely, but the dim light wasn't sufficient.

Impatient, Bhola pulled Shobha who rolled over to her back, chest up, her knees locked together and her ankles touching her buttocks. Bhola pulled apart her knees roughly and Shobha parted her legs unable to resist the force. Her pussy was now for the first time exposed to Bhola. As of drawn by a magnet, Bhola buried his face between her thighs. Bold and shameless till now, Shobha felt a shiver of embarrassment at this intimate action and reflexively covered her face with her palms.

She was reminded of the scene from a porn film about Tarzan and Jane, that she had watched with her hostel friends in her college days. Tarzan had just rescued Jane from a peril, and Jane was naked and unconscious before him. Never having seen a woman before, much less a beautiful and naked woman, a jungle-bred Tarzan pushes the unconscious Jane to her back, spreads her thighs and commences a gynecological-like examination of her pussy. Shobha vividly recalled masturbating later in the privacy of her room, replaying that scene again and again in her feverish imagination.

Go on, my handsome Tarzan, I am your Jane, she told herself.

But there was a difference. This Jane wanted to call the shots and tell her Tarzan what to do next to her.

[priyad2000]

pls go on.. you are teasing us

[blackdesk65]

Ohhh what a writing, so nice so easy. Erotic to the core

[santhu304]

Excellent keep rocking add armpit fetishes

[sanju4x]

Don't know which one is copied. I found the same story on Kindle as an eBook. Not sure if it has been copied here or it has been published there from a copy from a different forum

[gyaneeguru]

Don't know which one is copied. I found the same story on Kindle as an eBook. Not sure if it has been copied here or it has been published there from a copy from a different forum

That's surprising. I thought the author is writing a new story and therefore the late updates 

[RaviShikha]

That's surprising. I thought the author is writing a new story and therefore the late updates 

You will find this story on Kindle as an ebook but with a revised and expanded version. I am the original author (Ravi Shikha), and the version published here is an *earlier* edit of the story now on Kindle. The kindle ebook version is an advanced edition of the story and carries the plot much much forward. It is now available for a price less than the price of coffee in a coffee shop, or for free if you subscribe to the Kindle monthly membership option.
I will continue to publish installments of the older version of the story on this site but will stop at a certain point where the readers will feel the story has reached a certain ending. I think of it like a Season 1 of a web series. The Kindle ebook however (already published) takes the story through to Season 2.
It is upto readers if they want to read an installment by installment version of an older edit of the story upto Season 1 here, or whether they want to pay for a coffee equivalent and buy the ebook and ready at leisure both Season 1 and Season 2 (and with edits).
Please read my signature. I have disclosed that I have started publishing stories elsewhere (Amazon). I believe this is fair to both sets of readers - those who come to this website and read installment by installment, as well as those who want to pay a little bit and read the entire story in one shot! The title of the book remains the same - "Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant". If you have any queries, please PM me!

[RaviShikha]

“Mujhe wahan kiss karo”, she commanded him but in a whisper. (Kiss me there!)

Bhola obediently kissed her. It felt wet, the smell was musky and intoxicating. Shobha wasn’t satisfied. “Chato mujhe!”, (Lick me!) she whispered urgently and hoarsely, now grinding her buttocks against the bed. Her head thrown back, she reached out for the back of Bhola’s head, grabbed his hair in her fist and pushed his face against her pussy.

Bhola was a bit surprised by her urgency. Happily, he pulled her thighs apart even wider, adjusted himself into a more comfortable position and plunged face first. He pushed his nose against her nether lips which now parted and exposed the small nub of her clitoris. Bhola recognised this from the porn films he watched in the darkly-lit improvised theatres back in his hometown and his brain told him this was something that women liked to be fiddled with. As his mistress’s vulva opened up, he gazed with wonder at the reddish brown opening between the thick pussy lips.

And Bhola gave the entire length of the pussy a long hard wet lick.

Shobha reacted as if an electric current passed through her.

“Oooouiiiii Maaaaa...”, she moaned more noisily than she had so far, grabbed Bhola’s hair now with both fists and pushed him harder against her pussy. A surprised Bhola ignored the painful pull on his hair and realised he had hit the gold spot. He was delighted that his efforts were giving bhabhi so much pleasure and recalled that the women in the porn movies also reacted similarly. Encouraged and proud to further delight his bhabhi, the lad from Jharkhand doubled down on licking violently.

Shobha began gasping loudly, twisting and turning and moaning, her eyes closed and head tossing from side to side as if a devil had possessed her. Her hands gripped Bhola’s head harder, grinding his nose, chin, mouth and tongue hard and deep against her dripping pussy.

“Ooooo..Oooiiiiiiiii.....aaaah......maaaaa”. Bhola was glad that the door to his room was tightly shut but prayed to the Gods of Jharkhand. He didn’t want the saheb to come running for yet another interruption.

Bhola continued licking furiously, his tongue battering and bathing the clitoris with his saliva. Shobha found this assault too painful to bear and pushed hard on his head to force him down. Bhola instinctively interpreted the signal to shift the direction of his lick to cover the inner lips of her labia. He happily discovered that this change in direction also reduced the effort for his tongue. His thick tongue, aided by his saliva and the copious juices she seemed to be secreting, continued their assault on bhabhi’s labia lips, vulva and clitoris. He extended the surface area for lick to include the lower part of her vulva and the part of her skin between her lower end of her pussy and the anus. Shobha’s violent gyrations of her hips and the way she tightened the pressure on his hair told him this too was something that made bhabhi go crazy.

For the next five minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of licking, slurping, moaning, groaning and thrashing.

“Ohhhhhh....,.,maaaaaaa.....Aaaaaah”, felt herself losing control and an earthquake building up deep inside her. And with a violent shudder that caused her to lift her pelvis up, Shobha climaxed to a loud orgasm.

Bhola realised in wonder that he had done something very very special for his bhabhi.

[gyaneeguru]

You will find this story on Kindle as an ebook but with a revised and expanded version. I am the original author (Ravi Shikha), and the version published here is an *earlier* edit of the story now on Kindle. The kindle ebook version is an advanced edition of the story and carries the plot much much forward. It is now available for a price less than the price of coffee in a coffee shop, or for free if you subscribe to the Kindle monthly membership option.
I will continue to publish installments of the older version of the story on this site but will stop at a certain point where the readers will feel the story has reached a certain ending. I think of it like a Season 1 of a web series. The Kindle ebook however (already published) takes the story through to Season 2.
It is upto readers if they want to read an installment by installment version of an older edit of the story upto Season 1 here, or whether they want to pay for a coffee equivalent and buy the ebook and ready at leisure both Season 1 and Season 2 (and with edits).
Please read my signature. I have disclosed that I have started publishing stories elsewhere (Amazon). I believe this is fair to both sets of readers - those who come to this website and read installment by installment, as well as those who want to pay a little bit and read the entire story in one shot! The title of the book remains the same - "Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant". If you have any queries, please PM me!

Very fair Ravi. Will buy the book... 

Keep rocking.

[RaviShikha]

Mission accomplished, Bhola stopped licking and pulled himself to lie down next to his bhabhi.

She was panting, and he noticed her face was covered in sweat. Her eyes were closed, she seemed contented and glowing making her look even more beautiful. He snuggled tight against her on his narrow bed, his back against the wall along which the bed was arranged, his head nuzzling bhabhi gently against the neck and his arms cupping her breasts. He was happy to be sleeping naked next to his naked bhabhi. She adjusted herself spoon style, her naked back pressed against his bare chest to maximise her surface area of contact against her skin. Shobha continued lying on her side and slightly relieved that she didn’t have to face him or look her servant in the eye after such a violently embarrassing orgasm.

The next few minutes were spent in complete silence broken only by the sound of Shobha’s breathing as it slowly returned to normal. Both were lost in thoughts at the enormity of what their bodies had done to each other.

Shobha waxed in the realization that this was her first orgasm through cunnilingus and probably her best orgasm ever. Chetan never liked to lick her down there. In the early years of their marriage, at her urging, he kissed and cursorily nuzzled her there but never tried to go all the way in pleasuring her. He always felt oral sex was dirty. After some time, she gave up.

Her mind flashed to an intimate conversation with two of her close friends when over a Friday ladies lunch out, over drinks, they sat discussing their respective post marital sex life. One of them confessed to having used the services of a gigolo. When the other curiously asked her how the experience of cheating the spouse felt like, the first friend retorted that she didn’t think it was cheating and that the gigolo has just pleasured her through cunnilingus. As Shobha, then just in the first year of her marriage sat listening silently but curiously, the other friend seemed to agree that a cunnilingus was worth paying for and didn’t tantamount to infidelity.

Bhola felt his dream had come true. Never in his life had he imagined that the mistress he secretly lusted for, would walk into his room stark naked and let him do things to her body that he had only seen porn stars do to each other in the “blue films” we had watched in those dark, smelly shacks in Jharkhand that screened such flicks for sex starved young men. His cock was still painfully erect and disagreed that the show was over.

Bhola licked the sweat on the side of Shobha’s neck gently, his palms squeezing and playing with her breasts. His cock nestled snugly in the crack of bhabhi’s buttocks and began gently grinding against the ass cheeks perhaps reminding her that this soldier was still attentive and standing erect on duty seeking to be relieved.

Or perhaps demanding a tip from bhabhi for services rendered so far.

As Shobha’s breathing slowly returned to normal, she could not ignore the way Bhola’s erect cock was grinding between her ass cheeks.

Shobha was uncertain what to do next. Till now, she thought of Bhola as nothing more than her sex slave who had pleasured her through cunnilingus to a mind-blowing orgasm. She wondered if she should just get up and walk back to her bedroom leaving Bhola erect and dry. No, she thought, perhaps a hand job would be the best way to close the dalliance. Intercourse with Bhola was something that had crossed her mind but was best avoided, she thought. No, I can’t cross that line, she told herself. My sex slave needs to pleasure me, and not the other way around, she thought. And yes, she longed to hold that thick brown specimen of manhood in her hand one more time.

“Ummmmmm....”, Shobha’s musings were  interrupted as Bhola nibbled behind her ear and licked the back of her neck. Bhola was a virgin and a novice but keenly tuned to pleasing his mistress and had sensed earlier that this part of the anatomy had bhabhi’s sensitive spot.

Shobha was lying on her left side, her back against Bhola’s naked chest and both squeezed together on the single narrow bed. Bhola slipped his left hand under Shobha and cupped her left breast, gently squeezing it rhythmically. He now hugged her tightly against his chest drawing her even closer, while continuing to alternately lick her on the side of the neck and nibble her behind the ear. With his right hand, he grabbed Shobha’s right breast and squeezed hard.

He now had Shobha in a pincer grip.

“Eeeeoooooowwwwww!”, Shobha shrieked softly, and tried to elbow him on his chest but couldn’t get the angle. She slipped her hand behind her back and let it drag on his right abdomen. Bhola knew instinctively where her hand was headed and pushed Shobha gently forward to create the space and ease the path. Shobha’s hand grabbed his erect cock and curled her fingers around the thick hard shaft. And gave him a playful squeeze. This time it was Bhola’s turn to moan. He responded by pinching her right nipple, and then squeezed it crudely between his thumb and forefinger.

“Aaram se, Bhola”, she scolded him, and like a college teacher punishing an errant student by pulling an ear, she yanked hard at his cock and giggled as he squirmed. In response, Bhola bit her earlobe, inhaled the fragrance in her wet hair and followed it with a wet lick of his tongue behind her ears. Shobha could stand no more - she was wrapped up in Bhola’s strong arms, her left breast still being squeezed, her neck and ear lobe being nibbled, her right nipple being twisted and an erect cock jammed hard against her ass. By serendipity or otherwise Bhola has hit all her sex buttons at the same time. Shobha’s biology was stirring her body to yearn for more sexual ministrations.

“Bhabhi ..,.,,”, Bhola whispered softly in her ear.
“Ummmmm....bolo mere Bhola”, (Speak, my Bhola)

“Bhabhi ..... mujhe aapke sath karna hai”, Bhola whispered softly. (Bhabhi, I want to do it with you).

Shobha struggled with a response. Her natural instinct to maintain sexual control was fighting a battle with the way her body was getting unexpectedly turned on under Bhola’s rough ministrations.

She made a decision.

[Bhavana_sonii]

Ufff so hott nd steamy waiting for final assault..