Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[Rahulkarnv]

Awesome story erotic big big fan of your writing skills
Kindly update asap

[Rahulkarnv]

Update bro update plssss...

[Pundit77]

Hi, my books are now available on Kindle. There was a brief problem, but now they are again available. Please note that the version of the ebook available on the Kindle is a more expanded version of this story. It has more details which I will not be covering entirely in this website (even though I will take the story to a certain stage). Please search on Amazon.IN for "Shobha and her Servant" or "Ravi Shikha" There is another book I have published after "Shobha and the Servant". It is titled "Anita and her Affair". It is the second of my Lockdown Sex Diaries series. Please feel free to read the description and rating of the book, and then decide whether you want to buy it or not :-) Thanks for appreciating my work!

I read this book on kindle and liked it very much. You have a way with writing......a very good grasp over the language, sensual, titillating and erotic without being overtly vulgar with your descriptions. It needs another round of proof reading and minor corrections though.
Would definitely like to see what Shobha and Chetan's plans are for the intern.....

[sidshivani]

Would there be any updates to this thread?

I liked it very much...

[RaviShikha]

Hands on her hips, breasts thrust out, she turned facing Chetan and then pivoted to Bhola exhibiting herself.

"Bolo boys, Mein kaise lag rahi hoon?" (Tell me, boys! How do I look?!)

Looking at Bhola, she twisted a little bit and pouted, and then turned again showing her profile making sure he had a good look at her.

Bhola gulped speechless, and then placed his hands, still carrying his drink between his legs in an instinctive action to hide his hard on. Shobha didn't fail to notice.

Chetan was the first to recover. He took a deep breath and said, "Ek dum hot!", and then added cheekily, "Abhi koi keh raha that ki tum ek dum maal ho! Must maal!" (Too hot! As Someone was saying just now, you are quite a piece.)

Shobha didn't take offence, didn't care and choose to take the crude phrase as flattery.

"Bhabhi, aap ekdum top model lag rahi ho!" (Bhabhi, you look like a top model), Bhola chimed in trying to make the right impression.

"Really!", she said, her smile brightening several degrees. She then flung her arms around Bhola and sat down in his lap. She then turned to Chetan and said playfully, "You know aaj se Bhola mera boyfriend hai. Kyon, Bhola, mera boyfriend banoge?" (From today Bhola is my boyfriend. Why, Bhola, will you be my boyfriend?!)

Poor Bhola felt he had a heart attack and died and gone to heaven. He gurgled in happiness not knowing of any appropriate response.

Chetan smiled drily and raised his glass in a mock toast, "Acchi jodi hai!" (You make for a great couple!).

Shobha flung her arms playfully around Bhola's neck, hugged him and snuggled close to his cheeks. She mussed his gelled hair and kissed him on his cheeks. The cologne on him smelt great and she inhaled deeply. He took advantage by snuggling his face against her breasts. Her freshly showered hair was still wet, and had the intoxicating fresh smell of her shampoo. The silk of her kimono-like nightgown, against his chest and the warmth of her naked thighs felt unlike anything he had felt since last week. Shobha was however perched on Bhola's lap in an awkward position and she adjusted herself to get a little comfortable. She immediately felt Bhola's hardness. She deliberately grinded her ass against his hardon, and he had a sudden intake of breath as his cock hurt from the weight of her pelvis.

I am between a cock and a hard place, she thought smiling to herself at the pun in her situation.

She pulled her head back to look at Bhola's face. He actually looked quite handsome in a very earthy way. His thick hair shone from the gel - perhaps a tad too much. He was clean shaven and she could now notice that he had a hard set jaw with high cheekbones. His neck and shoulder lines were clean, and very masculine. If only he were more polished, she thought, but his rustic demenour had a quality that she found attractive in an animalistic manner. And his lips. He had thick lips. Very sexy, she thought.

Very kissable.

And then she kissed Bhola on the mouth.

[sidshivani]

Hands on her hips, breasts thrust out, she turned facing Chetan and then pivoted to Bhola exhibiting herself.

"Bolo boys, Mein kaise lag rahi hoon?" (Tell me, boys! How do I look?!)

Looking at Bhola, she twisted a little bit and pouted, and then turned again showing her profile making sure he had a good look at her.

Bhola gulped speechless, and then placed his hands, still carrying his drink between his legs in an instinctive action to hide his hard on. Shobha didn't fail to notice.

Chetan was the first to recover. He took a deep breath and said, "Ek dum hot!", and then added cheekily, "Abhi koi keh raha that ki tum ek dum maal ho! Must maal!" (Too hot! As Someone was saying just now, you are quite a piece.)

Shobha didn't take offence, didn't care and choose to take the crude phrase as flattery.

"Bhabhi, aap ekdum top model lag rahi ho!" (Bhabhi, you look like a top model), Bhola chimed in trying to make the right impression.

"Really!", she said, her smile brightening several degrees. She then flung her arms around Bhola and sat down in his lap. She then turned to Chetan and said playfully, "You know aaj se Bhola mera boyfriend hai. Kyon, Bhola, mera boyfriend banoge?" (From today Bhola is my boyfriend. Why, Bhola, will you be my boyfriend?!)

Poor Bhola felt he had a heart attack and died and gone to heaven. He gurgled in happiness not knowing of any appropriate response.

Chetan smiled drily and raised his glass in a mock toast, "Acchi jodi hai!" (You make for a great couple!).

Shobha flung her arms playfully around Bhola's neck, hugged him and snuggled close to his cheeks. She mussed his gelled hair and kissed him on his cheeks. The cologne on him smelt great and she inhaled deeply. He took advantage by snuggling his face against her breasts. Her freshly showered hair was still wet, and had the intoxicating fresh smell of her shampoo. The silk of her kimono-like nightgown, against his chest and the warmth of her naked thighs felt unlike anything he had felt since last week. Shobha was however perched on Bhola's lap in an awkward position and she adjusted herself to get a little comfortable. She immediately felt Bhola's hardness. She deliberately grinded her ass against his hardon, and he had a sudden intake of breath as his cock hurt from the weight of her pelvis.

I am between a cock and a hard place, she thought smiling to herself at the pun in her situation.

She pulled her head back to look at Bhola's face. He actually looked quite handsome in a very earthy way. His thick hair shone from the gel - perhaps a tad too much. He was clean shaven and she could now notice that he had a hard set jaw with high cheekbones. His neck and shoulder lines were clean, and very masculine. If only he were more polished, she thought, but his rustic demenour had a quality that she found attractive in an animalistic manner. And his lips. He had thick lips. Very sexy, she thought.

Very kissable.

And then she kissed Bhola on the mouth.

wowwwwww

pllllllsss moreeeee

a tongue kiss...lots of tongue.....in front of her husband?? wow.....I often tell Shivani....its my dream...to watch you smooching another guy in front of me....

[RaviShikha]

She had, of course, kissed Bhola earlier too when she had him entirely to herself. She had also kissed him in front of her husband last week when they had a mock pillow fight but that was more of a peck.

This kiss was different.

She forced her tongue inside Bhola's mouth. His mouth opened readily welcoming her tongue and met it with his own. She chewed on his lower lip, biting him gently and stopping only when he squirmed. Her arms squeezed together around his neck. He pulled her closer. She felt his palm trying to snake its way around her. She knew where it was headed, but it was trapped in an awkward lock around her shoulder. She eased back slightly to allow him space, then covered his hand with hers and guided it to his target - to her left breast.

Greedily, he squeezed hard on her breast through the silk kimono and her bra while he continued to suck on her mouth. She shifted the angle of her head to try a different angle to the kiss. He learnt the technique quickly and shifted to sucking her lower lip. His left hand was cupping her large breast and his fingers now searched for her nipple. He found it quickly and joyfully discovered it was erect even through the kimono and the bra. He pinched it and she squirmed. She shifted the angle of her head, but he didn't let go of her lips.

Shobha opened her eyes but found Bhola had his eyes still closed in passion. She twisted her position slightly to check on her husband, and in the process grinding her ass once again against Bhola's hardon. She continued kissing Bhola, one arm around his shoulder, the second now guiding his free hand that was now squeezing her breast harshly. From the corner of one eye, she found her husband looking calmly at her making out with her new lover. Her eyes locked into her husband's gaze, and he acknowledged her with a gentle nod. She was relieved that he wasn't upset. As if to reassure her, she saw him flash a thumbs up sign discreetly with one free hand while he held his half-filled glass with the other. Even in the throes of passion, kissing her lover, and having her breast squeezed by an unfamiliar hand, she felt a surge of love and gratitude to her dear husband.

She abruptly broke away from a reluctant Bhola, pushed him back to disentangle from him and much to his surprise and disappointment, rushed towards her husband seated at the armchair at the other end. The last two steps of the dash to her husband's chair were almost a sprint and she flung herself breathlessly at him.

Chetan was calm, didn’t seem surprised and braced himself at the last second before she jumped onto him. Bhola watched blankly from the other end.

An armchair isnt a comfortable option to seat two people, especially if one of them has a somewhat generous paunch like Chetan. The best Shobha could do was to straddle Chetan on his knees with her legs on either side of Chetan's thighs. This caused Shobha's nighgown to ride higher and even in the dim light of the balcony, Bhola seated at the other end could see her black panty snug against her ass.

Shobha brushed her lips with the back of her hand to wipe out Bhola's saliva, and began kissing Chetan all over his face - initially with tiny kisses on his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and then with growing passion on his mouth.

"My Baby, My Jaanu, My darling", she kept murmuring softly again and again. Chetan greeted the impetuousness of her passion with the calmness and patience of a husband who knows his wife’s mind only too well.

"Fuck me, Janu! Fuck me! Now", she whispered softly in his ear.

Chetan may have been a bit obese but at nearly six feet tall, he was a strong man. He hugged Shobha tightly against him, and got up from his armchair. She put her arms around him just like she did with Bhola a while back, but how she also wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Chetan supported her weight, his arms holding her by her buttocks unmindful of her exposed panty and headed for the bedroom.

"Chalo, bedroom mein chalte hain abhi!", he announced to Bhola indicating to the latter that he should follow him. Bhola grateful that the invite included him, jumped from his armchair, raced ahead of his master and helpfully opened the sliding door to the balcony for the amorously intertwined couple to pass through.

Chetan carried Shobha past the sliding doors into the bedroom, her legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and head reclining on his shoulder. As Bhola followed them inside, shutting the sliding door behind him and drawing the curtain, he caught Shobha's eye as she looked up from Chetan’s shoulder.

And Shobha winked at Bhola.

[sidshivani]

She had, of course, kissed Bhola earlier too when she had him entirely to herself. She had also kissed him in front of her husband last week when they had a mock pillow fight but that was more of a peck.

This kiss was different.

She forced her tongue inside Bhola's mouth. His mouth opened readily welcoming her tongue and met it with his own. She chewed on his lower lip, biting him gently and stopping only when he squirmed. Her arms squeezed together around his neck. He pulled her closer. She felt his palm trying to snake its way around her. She knew where it was headed, but it was trapped in an awkward lock around her shoulder. She eased back slightly to allow him space, then covered his hand with hers and guided it to his target - to her left breast.

Greedily, he squeezed hard on her breast through the silk kimono and her bra while he continued to suck on her mouth. She shifted the angle of her head to try a different angle to the kiss. He learnt the technique quickly and shifted to sucking her lower lip. His left hand was cupping her large breast and his fingers now searched for her nipple. He found it quickly and joyfully discovered it was erect even through the kimono and the bra. He pinched it and she squirmed. She shifted the angle of her head, but he didn't let go of her lips.

Shobha opened her eyes but found Bhola had his eyes still closed in passion. She twisted her position slightly to check on her husband, and in the process grinding her ass once again against Bhola's hardon. She continued kissing Bhola, one arm around his shoulder, the second now guiding his free hand that was now squeezing her breast harshly. From the corner of one eye, she found her husband looking calmly at her making out with her new lover. Her eyes locked into her husband's gaze, and he acknowledged her with a gentle nod. She was relieved that he wasn't upset. As if to reassure her, she saw him flash a thumbs up sign discreetly with one free hand while he held his half-filled glass with the other. Even in the throes of passion, kissing her lover, and having her breast squeezed by an unfamiliar hand, she felt a surge of love and gratitude to her dear husband.

She abruptly broke away from a reluctant Bhola, pushed him back to disentangle from him and much to his surprise and disappointment, rushed towards her husband seated at the armchair at the other end. The last two steps of the dash to her husband's chair were almost a sprint and she flung herself breathlessly at him.

Chetan was calm, didn’t seem surprised and braced himself at the last second before she jumped onto him. Bhola watched blankly from the other end.

An armchair isnt a comfortable option to seat two people, especially if one of them has a somewhat generous paunch like Chetan. The best Shobha could do was to straddle Chetan on his knees with her legs on either side of Chetan's thighs. This caused Shobha's nighgown to ride higher and even in the dim light of the balcony, Bhola seated at the other end could see her black panty snug against her ass.

Shobha brushed her lips with the back of her hand to wipe out Bhola's saliva, and began kissing Chetan all over his face - initially with tiny kisses on his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and then with growing passion on his mouth.

"My Baby, My Jaanu, My darling", she kept murmuring softly again and again. Chetan greeted the impetuousness of her passion with the calmness and patience of a husband who knows his wife’s mind only too well.

"Fuck me, Janu! Fuck me! Now", she whispered softly in his ear.

Chetan may have been a bit obese but at nearly six feet tall, he was a strong man. He hugged Shobha tightly against him, and got up from his armchair. She put her arms around him just like she did with Bhola a while back, but how she also wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Chetan supported her weight, his arms holding her by her buttocks unmindful of her exposed panty and headed for the bedroom.

"Chalo, bedroom mein chalte hain abhi!", he announced to Bhola indicating to the latter that he should follow him. Bhola grateful that the invite included him, jumped from his armchair, raced ahead of his master and helpfully opened the sliding door to the balcony for the amorously intertwined couple to pass through.

Chetan carried Shobha past the sliding doors into the bedroom, her legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and head reclining on his shoulder. As Bhola followed them inside, shutting the sliding door behind him and drawing the curtain, he caught Shobha's eye as she looked up from Chetan’s shoulder.

And Shobha winked at Bhola.

Awesome!

Though, I wish a bit of undressing Shobha could have happened in the balcony itself....but even this is good

pls do continue

[Kalyan143]

great story

[RaviShikha]

Chetan carried Shobha inside their bedroom, with Bhola following obediently and dropped her on their bed. She rolled over to the centre of her bed, pulled herself into a half-sitting half-reclining position, resting her weight on her hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward and knees curled up with her heels against her thighs. That posture caused her kimono nightgown to ride up on her thighs exposing her black panties against creamy thighs. The bright yellow lights in the bedroom gave her thighs a golden sheen that contrasted with the sheer black stretch material of the panties.

Shobha smiled at Chetan first and then at Bhola, aware that her panties were exposed to both men. She made a weak attempt to cover up and pulled at the hem of the kimono to cover her panties. But with her knees pulled up to her chin, the thigh long kimono  fell short on length and her effort fell short on sincerity.

"So, boys? Kya plan hai abhi?", (Boys, whats the plan?) she asked boldly looking at both men alternately. Chetan was close to the foot of the bed, and looking at Shobha with a half-smile. Bhola stood a few feet behind, his back to the wall, uncertain and glancing alternately at Shobha and Chetan waiting for Chetan to make the first move.

There was a brief silence in the room with Shobha too now looking at Chetan to make the first move.

Chetan reached out and grasped Shobha by her ankles. He then pulled her roughly towards him and to the edge of the bed in a sudden, strong move. Taken by surprise by the sudden action, Shobha fell on her back. The kimono rode even higher on her torso, and now her navel and panties were fully exposed.

Chetan took off his t shirt in a single swoop and carelessly threw it across the bed. His torso was podgy but his bare chest was hairy and puffed up. Keeping eye contact with Shobha, his face expressionless, he again caught her by her ankles in a tight grip and raised her legs up at ninety degree to her back now flat on the bed. He kissed Shobha on both soles alternately. The ticklish sensation caused Shobha to curl her toes, and she winced and closed her eyes. Chetan then started sucking and kissing her toes, one by one, gently, confidently and taking his time. Shobha watched him fondly. It had been a long time since Chetan had been this relaxed in his foreplay.

Shobha too began to relax and stretched her arms into a Y position on the bed. She looked at Bhola who was watching wide eyed while supporting himself on the wall and trying to get comfortable with the unfolding erotic scene being playing out in front of him by the lead actors. Bhola felt like a bit actor waiting at the sidelines and he hoped would get called out soon to play his part.

Chetan continued his licking, and now began sliding a wet tongue gently down her ankles towards her inner thighs, taking his time on the journey and making sure both legs received equal attention alternately. Shobha squirmed, her legs in the air and still in ninety degrees but now supported against Chetan's shoulders and the kimono staying bunched up high against her mid-stomach and above her belly button.

Chetan gradually let his head sink lower between Shobha's thighs. Shobha continued to be on her back on the bed, but had her legs on each of Chetan's shoulder. As Chetan's head slid lower towards its inevitable target, Shobha bent her legs below the knee to get them comfortable and secured them rin a lock around Chetan’s head. As Chetan sank lower - taking his sweet time about it and much to Shobha's impatience - Shobha also instinctively spread her thighs wider.

Bhola drunk in the sight with wide open eyes. Here was his beautiful mistress, only partly clothed, her still wet hair sprawled over the bed, her arms spread away from her body, the lower part of her silk kimono parted on either side on her flat stomach, exposing her delicious belly button, her thighs splayed out now in an obscene but wildly erotic pose, her black stretch panties snug against her pussy, her husband holding her now just below her knees and pushing her thighs further apart and licking her upper thighs and moving slowly - centimetre by centimetre - towards the panty clad pussy. Bhola was now beginning to sport an uncomfortable hard-on and shifted his hands from behind to folding them in front of his crotch. This caught Shobha's eye and with her eyes she gestured to him to come and side by the side of the bed. Bhola hesitated, and then taking confidence with the recollection that he had the same ringside seat for a similar act last week, and noting Chetan's preoccupation with licking his wife's inner thighs, obliged. The bed felt soft and sank gently under Bhola's weight as he sat gingerly next to his supine mistress's shoulder.

Chetan's tongue was flicking in and out like that of a snake, tasting and teasing Shobha's inner thighs. Shobha began squirming and rotating her waist with growing impatience. Her fingers sank into the bedsheet looking for something to grasp and brace her body for the inevitable assault on her pussy as Chetan's tongue drew closer much like an enemy battering ram inching towards an enemy door. In anticipation of the assault, a damp spot started spreading on Shobha’s panty.

The first contact of Chetan's wet tongue on the pussy was right at the centre of the damp spot on her panty and just below the clitoris. Bhola saw Shobha grimace and shut her eyes. Her face contorted, her body shuddered and her fingers dug deeper into the bed mattress. Chetan continued his licking, taking care to keep it irregular and also using his nose to gently massage the pussy through the panty, and also gently inhaling the intoxicating feminine odour. He raised his head a bit to take in the sight of Shobha's contorted face. Her eyes were now tightly shut, and she was gently thrashing her head from one side to the other as the throes of passion began to build up.

Just when her passion seemed to have reached a certain threshold, Chetan abruptly paused action. Raising his head, he moved up and kissed Shobha hard on her mouth. Shobha opened her eyes with surprise at the kiss but disappointment at the interruption to a climax, but reciprocated the kiss before protesting.

"Janu, don’t stop doing that .....not fair!" she said throatily coming up for air in-between the kiss.

Chetan didn't reply and began squeezing her firm breasts through the silk kimono and her bra. Shobha began moaning gently. Chetan was tempted to open the sash  around her waist and part the kimono to expose her breasts but that would be too much too soon. He now had a script to how he wanted this to play out.

Chetan went back to kissing, licking and teasing her on her panty clad pussy. Shobha, still impatient, tried to pull down her panty to allow him freer access but he slapped her wrist away. His tongue added to the wetness on her panty, now licking a wide damp arc from the point to where he judged her clitoris was and right down to where he thought her anus lay. Just when he reached a certain tempo, he broke off and began kissing her on the mouth and kneading her breasts.

"Unnhhhhhhh.......!", Shobha moaned at the slow torture of the sexual tease and growing frustration of not being able to climax.

Finally, she could take it no longer and moaned, "Jaanu, make me come ....please!?"

[Rahulkarnv]

Awesome update...
Thanks for giving such hot update pls try to give big one bro

[sidshivani]

Chetan carried Shobha inside their bedroom, with Bhola following obediently and dropped her on their bed. She rolled over to the centre of her bed, pulled herself into a half-sitting half-reclining position, resting her weight on her hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward and knees curled up with her heels against her thighs. That posture caused her kimono nightgown to ride up on her thighs exposing her black panties against creamy thighs. The bright yellow lights in the bedroom gave her thighs a golden sheen that contrasted with the sheer black stretch material of the panties.

Shobha smiled at Chetan first and then at Bhola, aware that her panties were exposed to both men. She made a weak attempt to cover up and pulled at the hem of the kimono to cover her panties. But with her knees pulled up to her chin, the thigh long kimono  fell short on length and her effort fell short on sincerity.

"So, boys? Kya plan hai abhi?", (Boys, whats the plan?) she asked boldly looking at both men alternately. Chetan was close to the foot of the bed, and looking at Shobha with a half-smile. Bhola stood a few feet behind, his back to the wall, uncertain and glancing alternately at Shobha and Chetan waiting for Chetan to make the first move.

There was a brief silence in the room with Shobha too now looking at Chetan to make the first move.

Chetan reached out and grasped Shobha by her ankles. He then pulled her roughly towards him and to the edge of the bed in a sudden, strong move. Taken by surprise by the sudden action, Shobha fell on her back. The kimono rode even higher on her torso, and now her navel and panties were fully exposed.

Chetan took off his t shirt in a single swoop and carelessly threw it across the bed. His torso was podgy but his bare chest was hairy and puffed up. Keeping eye contact with Shobha, his face expressionless, he again caught her by her ankles in a tight grip and raised her legs up at ninety degree to her back now flat on the bed. He kissed Shobha on both soles alternately. The ticklish sensation caused Shobha to curl her toes, and she winced and closed her eyes. Chetan then started sucking and kissing her toes, one by one, gently, confidently and taking his time. Shobha watched him fondly. It had been a long time since Chetan had been this relaxed in his foreplay.

Shobha too began to relax and stretched her arms into a Y position on the bed. She looked at Bhola who was watching wide eyed while supporting himself on the wall and trying to get comfortable with the unfolding erotic scene being playing out in front of him by the lead actors. Bhola felt like a bit actor waiting at the sidelines and he hoped would get called out soon to play his part.

Chetan continued his licking, and now began sliding a wet tongue gently down her ankles towards her inner thighs, taking his time on the journey and making sure both legs received equal attention alternately. Shobha squirmed, her legs in the air and still in ninety degrees but now supported against Chetan's shoulders and the kimono staying bunched up high against her mid-stomach and above her belly button.

Chetan gradually let his head sink lower between Shobha's thighs. Shobha continued to be on her back on the bed, but had her legs on each of Chetan's shoulder. As Chetan's head slid lower towards its inevitable target, Shobha bent her legs below the knee to get them comfortable and secured them rin a lock around Chetan’s head. As Chetan sank lower - taking his sweet time about it and much to Shobha's impatience - Shobha also instinctively spread her thighs wider.

Bhola drunk in the sight with wide open eyes. Here was his beautiful mistress, only partly clothed, her still wet hair sprawled over the bed, her arms spread away from her body, the lower part of her silk kimono parted on either side on her flat stomach, exposing her delicious belly button, her thighs splayed out now in an obscene but wildly erotic pose, her black stretch panties snug against her pussy, her husband holding her now just below her knees and pushing her thighs further apart and licking her upper thighs and moving slowly - centimetre by centimetre - towards the panty clad pussy. Bhola was now beginning to sport an uncomfortable hard-on and shifted his hands from behind to folding them in front of his crotch. This caught Shobha's eye and with her eyes she gestured to him to come and side by the side of the bed. Bhola hesitated, and then taking confidence with the recollection that he had the same ringside seat for a similar act last week, and noting Chetan's preoccupation with licking his wife's inner thighs, obliged. The bed felt soft and sank gently under Bhola's weight as he sat gingerly next to his supine mistress's shoulder.

Chetan's tongue was flicking in and out like that of a snake, tasting and teasing Shobha's inner thighs. Shobha began squirming and rotating her waist with growing impatience. Her fingers sank into the bedsheet looking for something to grasp and brace her body for the inevitable assault on her pussy as Chetan's tongue drew closer much like an enemy battering ram inching towards an enemy door. In anticipation of the assault, a damp spot started spreading on Shobha’s panty.

The first contact of Chetan's wet tongue on the pussy was right at the centre of the damp spot on her panty and just below the clitoris. Bhola saw Shobha grimace and shut her eyes. Her face contorted, her body shuddered and her fingers dug deeper into the bed mattress. Chetan continued his licking, taking care to keep it irregular and also using his nose to gently massage the pussy through the panty, and also gently inhaling the intoxicating feminine odour. He raised his head a bit to take in the sight of Shobha's contorted face. Her eyes were now tightly shut, and she was gently thrashing her head from one side to the other as the throes of passion began to build up.

Just when her passion seemed to have reached a certain threshold, Chetan abruptly paused action. Raising his head, he moved up and kissed Shobha hard on her mouth. Shobha opened her eyes with surprise at the kiss but disappointment at the interruption to a climax, but reciprocated the kiss before protesting.

"Janu, don’t stop doing that .....not fair!" she said throatily coming up for air in-between the kiss.

Chetan didn't reply and began squeezing her firm breasts through the silk kimono and her bra. Shobha began moaning gently. Chetan was tempted to open the sash  around her waist and part the kimono to expose her breasts but that would be too much too soon. He now had a script to how he wanted this to play out.

Chetan went back to kissing, licking and teasing her on her panty clad pussy. Shobha, still impatient, tried to pull down her panty to allow him freer access but he slapped her wrist away. His tongue added to the wetness on her panty, now licking a wide damp arc from the point to where he judged her clitoris was and right down to where he thought her anus lay. Just when he reached a certain tempo, he broke off and began kissing her on the mouth and kneading her breasts.

"Unnhhhhhhh.......!", Shobha moaned at the slow torture of the sexual tease and growing frustration of not being able to climax.

Finally, she could take it no longer and moaned, "Jaanu, make me come ....please!?"

Great narration  

waiting for next update...

[fuckandforget]

Wow its good, she must be irritated by his actions and looking forward to give her compeltely to bhole and be his fuck slave for life.

[RaviShikha]

Chetan broke off the licking, smiled at her and said, "Jaanu, sabr karo. Sabr ka phal meetho hota hai!" (Darling, be patient. Patience has a sweet fruit!), and then turned to Bhola and asked the young lad, "Kyon Bhola, Sahi bole na hum? Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai?". (Bhola, do you agree that patience has a sweet reward?)

Bhola’s eyes and attention were glued to Shobha's panties, and he was a bit taken aback at being suddenly included in the conversation. He desperately wanted to stay on in the good books of Chetan, who he sensed held the key to the casting couch for this evening.

Bhola would have readily agreed to anything Chetan would have said."Ji saheb, bilkul sahi kaha aapne" (yes, saheb, you are absolutely right!), he said obsequiously.

And then Chetan asked him, "To tum try karoge?" (Do you want to try?)

Bhola was suddenly confused at what he was expected to try, and Chetan gestured with his eyes that he was offering Bhola to take his place between Bhabhi's thighs.

Bhola jumped in haste, nearly falling off the bed.

"Itni jaldi nahin Bhola, aaram se. Bahut aaram se. Abhi toh raat jawan hai. Aur haa dost, pehle apna shirt utar ke aao!" (Not so fast, Bhola! Take your time. The night is still young. But first, take off your shirt!)

Bhola readily obliged, nearly tearing off his shirt buttons in the process. As he pulled off his shirt, his broad and fit shoulders came into view. Shobha looked at him appreciatively and hoping the entry of new cast to the stage would bring the plot - not to mention herself - to a climax that she now realized Chetan was deliberately withholding from her.

Bhola placed his palms down on the bed just below Shobha's buttocks and took a second to soak in the landscape. His face was inches away from Bhabhi's pussy, and the unmistakable aroma of her sex and the deep damp patch on Shobha's panty and the dripping saliva on her inner thighs marked the message that "Saheb was here". Not that he minded second helpings. Bhola dove right in with his tongue lapping fast and furious. Chetan had settled into the spot on the bed vacated by Bhola. Watching Bhola's industrious effort in contrast to his lazy measured strokes, Chetan was reminded of a dog furiously licking spilt milk on the floor before it got soaked away.

Every dog has its day, and its yours today, my friend, he thought sardonically to himself.

Shobha winced at the sudden change in licking tempo. Chetan stepped in like a coach to a young athlete trying a bit too hard, "Bhola, dost, thoda aaram se... pitch pe tikke rehna. Yeh batting lambi chalegi!", (Bhola, my friend, slow down ... stay on the pitch. We need you to bat for long!")

Bhola slowed down obediently. Shobha looked at Chetan gratefully not just for the coaching tip to her young lover industriously serving her cunnilingus but also because the bonhomie between the two male cast indicated delicious possibilities ahead. Without disturbing Bhola who continued to labour on, she raised her chin to her husband who kissed her again and squeezed her breasts. Shobha reached out to untie her sash and was gently held back. She tried to pull down her panty but Chetan thwarted that too.

When he felt from Shobha's facial contortions that she was approaching the "zone", Chetan asked Bhola to stop. The hard working young lad was a tad slow to heed the advisory, and found his head yanked back by Chetan. At being abruptly forced to disengage  from intimate contact with his mistress's pussy - the closest he had come to it in the last one week - the lad looked up surprised and frustrated, and checked to his how his bhabhi was doing. In fact, she was gulping air deeply, and also distressed at the interruption.

For a brief moment, our young warrior was tempted to mutiny and switch sides, but the breathless state of his queen told his foggy mind that she was in no mind to assume command. So the moment for rebellion came and went and our young lad from Jharkhand resigned to continued servility and pledged obedience to Chetan to also show him the path to his sexual salvation. The path, of course, lay between bhabhi's thighs.

In short, he stopped licking Shobha's panty-clad pussy at Chetan's command.

This continued for a couple of rounds more, and Chetan expertly and accurately called on pulling the plug just when his beautiful wife neared a climax and kept thwarting her every single time she neared her orgasm. Finally after 15 minutes of torture, Shobha could take it no more. She pushed aside Bhola - the latter was now beginning to accurately resemble a bunny rabbit toy that would start and stop when his master played the remote,

She begged, "Not fair, Jaanu.....this is so baaad.....Dont do this to me, na! Plzzzz! Mein mar jaaongi" (Not fair, darling. This is bad. Don't do this. I will just die).

Chetan sensed his wife's sexual frustration with some delight but kissed her on the mouth to hide his triumph, and whispered into her ear gently, "Baby, let me do this my way. Just listen to me and go with the flow". His hand pushed Shobha's head towards him, and Shobha's lips kissed his and closed her eyes. He opened his mouth and forced his tongue into her mouth. She readily met his tongue with hers and in its urgency he guaged her elevated arousal. His right hand confirmed it when he pushed it deep under her panty, parted her pussy lips and discovered they were soaking wet.

The bitch is truly warmed up, he thought to himself!

Now we need to move to a different party game.

[priyad2000]

hi RaviSikha

Wat a great story. hope hearing more and more from you soon.

how we can chat

[RaviShikha]

Still kissing Shobha, he pulled her up into a sitting position.

She was slowly recovering her breath, and leaned against his chest, her left palm pressed against his right shoulder. She broke the kiss and looked at him quizzically. A bare chested Bhola was sitting at the edge of the bed, mouth slightly open, his hands crossed against his crotch and waiting for the next command to follow.

His left hand now around Shobha, and holding her against his chest, Chetan seeded the next part of the script, "To Bhola thodi der pehle Bhabhi ke bare mein kya keh rahe the?". (Some time back what did you say about Bhabhi?)

For Bhola, the change in context from cunnilingus to conversation was a little too fast, and he could only manage, "Hunhh?"

Chetan repeated his question slowly as if speaking to a child, "Thodi der pehle Bahbhi ke bare mein kya bole?" (Some time back what did you say about Bhabhi?)

Bhola wasnt prepared for this viva voce and desperately scanned his lust-clogged brain for the answer to the quiz question. He ventured cautiously, "Yehi ki bhabhi mmm.mmm maal hai?" (That she is a hot piece) The young lad was perturbed that while the right answer could keep him in play, the wrong answer could eject him from the stage.

Chetan patiently cued him with the answer, "Maal toh hai. Woh to mein ne kaha tha. Tum bole ki bhabhi ekdum top model hai? Bole ki nahi?" (Of course, she is a hot piece. And I said that. But you said Bhabhi is a top model, no?)

Bhola gladly latched on to the cue and nodded his head happily, "Haan, saheb! Bhabhi ekdum top model hai", and added rather unhelpfully given his limited repertoire. "Ek dum Poonam Pandey ishtyle top model!"

Chetan winced and chose to ignore the reference though he could understand what drove the similarity,
Patiently, he continued "Toh, top models kya harti hain, Bhola?" (So what do top models do, Bhola?)

Bhola thought furiously and guessed, "TV pe modeling karti hain".

Chetan gritted his teeth at the moron's imbecility and took a deep breath to calm himself. Shobha sensed his exasperation. She too was frustrated and wanted the next act to kick in quickly.

She pulled Chetan's face close to her and wispered fiercely in his ear, "Janu, just ask me to fuck me quickly! You can check his general knowledge later!"

Chetan forced himself to be patient. "Top models, catwalk pe chalti hain, Bhola. Bhabhi se catwalk karwayeein?", and then added so that Bhola didnt have to suffer further challenge to his comprehension ability, "Catwalk matlab fashion parade! Bhabhi se fashion parade kaywayeein?" (Shall we get bhabhi to do a fashion parade on the catwalk!)

Bhola's eyes lit up with anticipation. He could recall that fashion TV channel when some foreign models did a fashion parade. What he recalled was that they were skimpily clad. If babhi was going to do this, he was all for it! Bhola grinned in happy endorsement.

"So its decided! Baby, you are going to do a fashion parade for both me and Bhola!",  Chetan announced looking at Shobha. He was beginning to enjoy playing the game master in this bedroom reality show with a cast of two.

Shobha pushed herself back, and eyes blazing hissed angrily, "Jaanu, what the fuck are you upto? What fucking catwalk do you want me to do?!"

Chetan patted her patiently, and asked Bhola to get the wireless Bose soundock speaker they had left behind in the balcony. Bhola obediently left the room to fetch the speaker from the balcony giving a couple a few moments of privacy.

"Patience, baby, just go with the flow! I know what I am doing."

"But why cant you just let him fuck me?", and then added hastily lest she be misunderstood, “And you too, of course!"

Chetan ignored the suggestion and resisted a quip to educate Shobha that he wasnt debating the end, and was but focused on getting the means to an end,

"Baby, just trust me." and decided to try the same line he pitched to Bhola, "Sabr kao, baby! Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai!" (be patient, honey. Patience has a sweet fruit.

By now Bhola had made a re-entry helpfully carrying the Bose soundock. Shobha kept quiet, took a deep breath and thought hard about what what she could do. Maybe, I can turn the tables on both these dicks, she thought to herself and gleefully brightened at the thought.

The issue sorted, and domestic consensus reached, Chetan connected his mobile to the sound dock, and busied himself with choosing an appropriate song for the occasion.

Shobha rolled off the bed and decided to take a couple of minutes to brush her hair and touch up her makeup. She decided to retain her kimono but decided to wear a pair of high heels. By now Chetan had selected his songlist and foot-tapping catwalk friendly music was blaring through the speakers. Chetan dimmed the lights to the room to get the mood right. Shobha walked to the far end of the room, and took a couple of deep breaths to get into the mood herself. She mentally lined up the stretch of the bedroom she was going to walk down, and asked the boys to clear the path and step back. She had done a catwalk at fashion shows in her college days, but it seemed bizarre - and also a turn on - to do this in the house in front of her husband and a very horny male servant.

Fuck it, she thought, just let me go with the flow.

[sidshivani]

Still kissing Shobha, he pulled her up into a sitting position.

She was slowly recovering her breath, and leaned against his chest, her left palm pressed against his right shoulder. She broke the kiss and looked at him quizzically. A bare chested Bhola was sitting at the edge of the bed, mouth slightly open, his hands crossed against his crotch and waiting for the next command to follow.

His left hand now around Shobha, and holding her against his chest, Chetan seeded the next part of the script, "To Bhola thodi der pehle Bhabhi ke bare mein kya keh rahe the?". (Some time back what did you say about Bhabhi?)

For Bhola, the change in context from cunnilingus to conversation was a little too fast, and he could only manage, "Hunhh?"

Chetan repeated his question slowly as if speaking to a child, "Thodi der pehle Bahbhi ke bare mein kya bole?" (Some time back what did you say about Bhabhi?)

Bhola wasnt prepared for this viva voce and desperately scanned his lust-clogged brain for the answer to the quiz question. He ventured cautiously, "Yehi ki bhabhi mmm.mmm maal hai?" (That she is a hot piece) The young lad was perturbed that while the right answer could keep him in play, the wrong answer could eject him from the stage.

Chetan patiently cued him with the answer, "Maal toh hai. Woh to mein ne kaha tha. Tum bole ki bhabhi ekdum top model hai? Bole ki nahi?" (Of course, she is a hot piece. And I said that. But you said Bhabhi is a top model, no?)

Bhola gladly latched on to the cue and nodded his head happily, "Haan, saheb! Bhabhi ekdum top model hai", and added rather unhelpfully given his limited repertoire. "Ek dum Poonam Pandey ishtyle top model!"

Chetan winced and chose to ignore the reference though he could understand what drove the similarity,
Patiently, he continued "Toh, top models kya harti hain, Bhola?" (So what do top models do, Bhola?)

Bhola thought furiously and guessed, "TV pe modeling karti hain".

Chetan gritted his teeth at the moron's imbecility and took a deep breath to calm himself. Shobha sensed his exasperation. She too was frustrated and wanted the next act to kick in quickly.

She pulled Chetan's face close to her and wispered fiercely in his ear, "Janu, just ask me to fuck me quickly! You can check his general knowledge later!"

Chetan forced himself to be patient. "Top models, catwalk pe chalti hain, Bhola. Bhabhi se catwalk karwayeein?", and then added so that Bhola didnt have to suffer further challenge to his comprehension ability, "Catwalk matlab fashion parade! Bhabhi se fashion parade kaywayeein?" (Shall we get bhabhi to do a fashion parade on the catwalk!)

Bhola's eyes lit up with anticipation. He could recall that fashion TV channel when some foreign models did a fashion parade. What he recalled was that they were skimpily clad. If babhi was going to do this, he was all for it! Bhola grinned in happy endorsement.

"So its decided! Baby, you are going to do a fashion parade for both me and Bhola!",  Chetan announced looking at Shobha. He was beginning to enjoy playing the game master in this bedroom reality show with a cast of two.

Shobha pushed herself back, and eyes blazing hissed angrily, "Jaanu, what the fuck are you upto? What fucking catwalk do you want me to do?!"

Chetan patted her patiently, and asked Bhola to get the wireless Bose soundock speaker they had left behind in the balcony. Bhola obediently left the room to fetch the speaker from the balcony giving a couple a few moments of privacy.

"Patience, baby, just go with the flow! I know what I am doing."

"But why cant you just let him fuck me?", and then added hastily lest she be misunderstood, “And you too, of course!"

Chetan ignored the suggestion and resisted a quip to educate Shobha that he wasnt debating the end, and was but focused on getting the means to an end,

"Baby, just trust me." and decided to try the same line he pitched to Bhola, "Sabr kao, baby! Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai!" (be patient, honey. Patience has a sweet fruit.

By now Bhola had made a re-entry helpfully carrying the Bose soundock. Shobha kept quiet, took a deep breath and thought hard about what what she could do. Maybe, I can turn the tables on both these dicks, she thought to herself and gleefully brightened at the thought.

The issue sorted, and domestic consensus reached, Chetan connected his mobile to the sound dock, and busied himself with choosing an appropriate song for the occasion.

Shobha rolled off the bed and decided to take a couple of minutes to brush her hair and touch up her makeup. She decided to retain her kimono but decided to wear a pair of high heels. By now Chetan had selected his songlist and foot-tapping catwalk friendly music was blaring through the speakers. Chetan dimmed the lights to the room to get the mood right. Shobha walked to the far end of the room, and took a couple of deep breaths to get into the mood herself. She mentally lined up the stretch of the bedroom she was going to walk down, and asked the boys to clear the path and step back. She had done a catwalk at fashion shows in her college days, but it seemed bizarre - and also a turn on - to do this in the house in front of her husband and a very horny male servant.

Fuck it, she thought, just let me go with the flow.

nice

the hubby is not shown as complete moron but has a creative n horny mind of his own....

[RaviShikha]

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.

[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

[RaviShikha]

That’s  when Chetan stood up and came around and took up position behind Shobha's back.

Chetan, bare chested, stood silently just behind Shobha. Bhola realized that Chetan had dropped his lounge wear bottoms, and was now just in his inner wear. Chetan rested his chin on Shobha's left shoulder and put his arms lightly on her waist. Then sliding down his arms, he encircled his palms with Shobha's locking both her palms in his.

"That was awesome, honey!", he gently whispered into his wife's ear. "The audience would now like to thank you for your performance. Please accept a token of our thanks". Shobha smiled at her husband.

She hoped the vote of thanks was not all she would get in appreciation for being a sport.

"Bhola, apna pant utaro!", (Bhola, take off your pants!) Chetan said loudly and firmly to Bhola.

Bhola quickly took off his pants, and stood in just his striped underwear facing both Shobha and Chetan. He had a distinct bulge that invited scrutiny from both Shobha and Chetan.

Chetan was was meanwhile caressing Shobha's waist with the finger tips of his left hand, while still holding her right palms in his right hand and standing behind her nuzzling her neck and shoulder. His lelt hand index finger traced the gentle cavity of Shobha's belly button, while his right palm, gently holding Shobha's right palm moved up and caressed her right breast over the bra.

"Bhola, apna underwear utaro". (Bhola, take off your underwear)

Bhola kicked off his underwear and now stood stark naked in front of the couple, his thick dark cock rising at half mast. He had previously taken Shobha's instructions on grooming etiquette for the evening and had shaved completely. That had the effect of making his erect organ seem more prominent than before. Still nuzzling Shobha's neck on the left side of her shoulder, Chetan felt her draw in her breath sharply and she took in the sight of the handsome specimen of manhood now on display.

"Bhlola, pass aao!" (Bhola, come closer)

Bhola, his heart beating wildly, stepped forward. He was now less than a foot away from Shobha, facing her and Chetan was standing behind Shobha gently caressing her. Bhola's own nakedness in close proximity to his mistress and her husband now made him feel suddenly shy. He couldn't make eye contact with Shobha standing just a few inches in front of him and clad only in her bra and panties.

Still holding Shobha's right palm in his, Chetan guided Shobha's hand and moved it to touch Bhola's half-erect cock. Both Shobha and Bhola audibly drew sharp breath. Bhola's cock twitched suddenly, and Shobha's fingers freed themselves from Chetan's hand and they curled around Bhola's shaft. This was the same grip she used a week back in her interlude with Bhola, though her husband probably didnt know it. The cock felt hot to touch just as she remembered it. Bhola let out a hiss at the contact of Shobha's hand with his erect blood gorged organ. Shobha's gaze was now focused on Bhola's thick brown cock, and she slowly traced its girth and hardness moving her fingers along the curvature. She was careful not to make any sudden moves, or squeeze too hard - she didn't want a happy ending too soon.

Chetan continued to rest his chin on Shobha's left shoulder while gently kissing her neck. and earlobes His fingers, now freed from Shobha's, gently scratched the side of her waist. His finger dipped inside her panty and pushed deep. The finger parted Shobha's thick pussy lips and found satisfaction in discovering wetness. He then shifted his palms to gently massage her buttocks.

Seeing that Shobha was comfortable at the buildup of sexual tension, Chetan dropped his own underwear and used one free hand to remove it and toss it away.

The two completely naked men drew closer to Shobha, encircling her from her front and the back. Shobha continued to be clad in her bra and panty, stood still except for her fingers which were hard at work.

At least, they were working on something hard.

Her husband standing just behind her, his arms lightly caressing her waist at the outline of her panty and nuzzling her neck while her handsome servant, his cock proudly erect , was standing in front of Shobha and was getting his cock gently massaged by her.

Chetan unhooked Shobha's bra from behind and slipped the thin straps off her shoulder.

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