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Chapter 1
Chetan stepped out from their bedroom into the balcony for a smoke. The night was quieter than usual and the city had been like that for the last few days as the country went into a lockdown. He glanced back at his wife Shobha, as he slowly shut the sliding doors of the balcony so as to not disturb her. She was naked, gorgeous and half-asleep on their bed. They had just finished a round of love making, and she hadn't covered up after their act. He could see her nude back, and those dark thick tresses sprawled across the pillow. Her back was to him and the satin bedsheet only half covered her fleshy naked buttocks. And those long legs and the smooth thighs were shining on the glow of the bedroom yellow.lights.
She was unusually energetic today and had insisted on keeping the lights on through their sex. He wished wistfully that he could match her sex drive. She was 32, and the mother of a four year old sleeping in his own room and here he was 36, over weight and beginning to bald. Maybe he should cut down on his cigarettes he thought and that would make him more energetic in love making and match her own vigor.
He thought she was unusually active today and even by her standards it wasn't very often that she insisted on reversing their usual missionary position and insisted on mounting him. He remembered her heavy but perfectly rounded breasts swinging as she teasingly kept her erect nipples just away from his lips while her palms locked into his and she straddled his waist with his cock snugly parked into her moist pussy. He wished his erection lasted longer. She sensed it too and dismounted and lay down next to him stroking his semi hard cock back and coaxing it to erection. Finally he mounted her and finished it off missionary style with a few thrusts. He wished it had lasted longer, but a loving Indian wife that she was, she smiled contended and kisses him longingly before stretching languorously into sleep.
Chetan lot his cigarette, inhaled deeply and looked into the sprawling city largely dark and with the night streets locked.down and now empty of any traffic. Somewhere a stray dog howled into the night but the balcony of their 20th floor 3BHK in Koramamgala , Bangalore overlooked the silent locked down city. Chetan wasn't complaining about the lockdown. A corporate banker, his stressful job involved travel, client meetings and frequent dinners hosting clients. All this took a tool on his expanding waistline and he fondly remembered their married life before the birth of their son Bunty and before his promotion. He remember how he and Shobha sat naked in the balcony at night, careless in the comfort that the balcony offered complete privacy from any peering eyes. It had drizzled that night and the Bangalore night air was pleasant.
That was when Chetan noticed the damp footprints on their balcony.
His heart jumped at the unexpected sight and looked again carefully. There was no doubt about it. The drizzle of the last hour had laid a damp carpet over the expansionary of the balcony and closer to the French sliding doors from their bedroom into the balcony were the unmistakable footprints of someone who had been there. The footprints seemed fresh And hence the peeping Tom would have been lurking not long back. Chetan stubbed out his cigarette and looked back into their bedroom. The golden yellow light of their bedroom lamps clearly illuminated the naked back, buttocks and thighs his wife as she lay asleep blissfully unaware of the heart thumping in her husband's chest.
Chetan looked around and it got him suddenly. Bhola, their young male servant! Of course, it had to be him. The balcony extended across from the bedroom to the living room. And beyond the living room lay the servant room now occupied by their 20-year old recently hired domestic help. Chetan had almost forgotten him, and he now cursed his carelessness. Treading silently, Chetan realized that the balcony sliding door into the living room was partly open and he quietly made his way into the living room. The large carpeted living room was empty and thinly illuminated by the moonlight since the curtains of the French windows were drawn open. Chetan tiptoed his way to the other end of the living room where the door to the servant room lay. The door was shut, and a gentle nudge showed it was locked but the light at the bottom of the door seemed to indicated that the inmate was awake.
Chetan remembered that the servant room had a small window that opened for ventilation into the far end of the balcony. He retraced his steps back into the balcony and tiptoed to the other end. He carefully peered around the corner.
Bhola, the servant boy was sprawled on his bed and masturbating. The bright light showed his shorts had been pulled down. His large cock, fully erect and swollen glistened in the bright light of the room as the young man massaged the shaft muttering, his eyes dreamily half closed. Chetan realized with a silent gasp of horror that the fellow had a still next to the bed and which was mounted a double photo frame that showed photos of Shobha. The frame was supposed to be in the living room, and the fellow had obviously stolen it for his private pleasure. The picture in the frame was from their honeymoon album shot in Goa, and showed the lovely Shobha, her thick hair partly swept across her facs , lips pouted at the camera and wearing a strapless t shirt with a bit of cleavage. Bhola was masturbating furiously and Chetan now realized that he was muttering his wife's name. Finally, the guy ejaculated and Chetan watched in morbid fascination at the copious semen that gushed from the organ. The act over, Bhola lay back catching his breath and still stroking his cock while his master watched spellbound at what he had discovered.
It was a few minutes before Chetan slowly retraced his steps and came back to his bedroom. He just couldn't believe what he had seen. Bhola had been watching Chetan and Shobha have sex, and just as they finished, he had crept away back to his room and masturbated himself to a climax fantasizing about his mistress. Chetan,'s heart was still pounding and his throat was dry and he realised something else that made him feel shamed and excited at the same time.
That he had a stiff hardon.
In a daze, Chetan crawled back into bed by the side of his still naked wife who slept unaware of the storm raging in her husband's head and the erect cock despite having discharged not very long back.
Chetan stepped out from their bedroom into the balcony for a smoke. The night was quieter than usual and the city had been like that for the last few days as the country went into a lockdown. He glanced back at his wife Shobha, as he slowly shut the sliding doors of the balcony so as to not disturb her. She was naked, gorgeous and half-asleep on their bed. They had just finished a round of love making, and she hadn't covered up after their act. He could see her nude back, and those dark thick tresses sprawled across the pillow. Her back was to him and the satin bedsheet only half covered her fleshy naked buttocks. And those long legs and the smooth thighs were shining on the glow of the bedroom yellow.lights.
She was unusually energetic today and had insisted on keeping the lights on through their sex. He wished wistfully that he could match her sex drive. She was 32, and the mother of a four year old sleeping in his own room and here he was 36, over weight and beginning to bald. Maybe he should cut down on his cigarettes he thought and that would make him more energetic in love making and match her own vigor.
He thought she was unusually active today and even by her standards it wasn't very often that she insisted on reversing their usual missionary position and insisted on mounting him. He remembered her heavy but perfectly rounded breasts swinging as she teasingly kept her erect nipples just away from his lips while her palms locked into his and she straddled his waist with his cock snugly parked into her moist pussy. He wished his erection lasted longer. She sensed it too and dismounted and lay down next to him stroking his semi hard cock back and coaxing it to erection. Finally he mounted her and finished it off missionary style with a few thrusts. He wished it had lasted longer, but a loving Indian wife that she was, she smiled contended and kisses him longingly before stretching languorously into sleep.
Chetan lot his cigarette, inhaled deeply and looked into the sprawling city largely dark and with the night streets locked.down and now empty of any traffic. Somewhere a stray dog howled into the night but the balcony of their 20th floor 3BHK in Koramamgala , Bangalore overlooked the silent locked down city. Chetan wasn't complaining about the lockdown. A corporate banker, his stressful job involved travel, client meetings and frequent dinners hosting clients. All this took a tool on his expanding waistline and he fondly remembered their married life before the birth of their son Bunty and before his promotion. He remember how he and Shobha sat naked in the balcony at night, careless in the comfort that the balcony offered complete privacy from any peering eyes. It had drizzled that night and the Bangalore night air was pleasant.
That was when Chetan noticed the damp footprints on their balcony.
His heart jumped at the unexpected sight and looked again carefully. There was no doubt about it. The drizzle of the last hour had laid a damp carpet over the expansionary of the balcony and closer to the French sliding doors from their bedroom into the balcony were the unmistakable footprints of someone who had been there. The footprints seemed fresh And hence the peeping Tom would have been lurking not long back. Chetan stubbed out his cigarette and looked back into their bedroom. The golden yellow light of their bedroom lamps clearly illuminated the naked back, buttocks and thighs his wife as she lay asleep blissfully unaware of the heart thumping in her husband's chest.
Chetan looked around and it got him suddenly. Bhola, their young male servant! Of course, it had to be him. The balcony extended across from the bedroom to the living room. And beyond the living room lay the servant room now occupied by their 20-year old recently hired domestic help. Chetan had almost forgotten him, and he now cursed his carelessness. Treading silently, Chetan realized that the balcony sliding door into the living room was partly open and he quietly made his way into the living room. The large carpeted living room was empty and thinly illuminated by the moonlight since the curtains of the French windows were drawn open. Chetan tiptoed his way to the other end of the living room where the door to the servant room lay. The door was shut, and a gentle nudge showed it was locked but the light at the bottom of the door seemed to indicated that the inmate was awake.
Chetan remembered that the servant room had a small window that opened for ventilation into the far end of the balcony. He retraced his steps back into the balcony and tiptoed to the other end. He carefully peered around the corner.
Bhola, the servant boy was sprawled on his bed and masturbating. The bright light showed his shorts had been pulled down. His large cock, fully erect and swollen glistened in the bright light of the room as the young man massaged the shaft muttering, his eyes dreamily half closed. Chetan realized with a silent gasp of horror that the fellow had a still next to the bed and which was mounted a double photo frame that showed photos of Shobha. The frame was supposed to be in the living room, and the fellow had obviously stolen it for his private pleasure. The picture in the frame was from their honeymoon album shot in Goa, and showed the lovely Shobha, her thick hair partly swept across her facs , lips pouted at the camera and wearing a strapless t shirt with a bit of cleavage. Bhola was masturbating furiously and Chetan now realized that he was muttering his wife's name. Finally, the guy ejaculated and Chetan watched in morbid fascination at the copious semen that gushed from the organ. The act over, Bhola lay back catching his breath and still stroking his cock while his master watched spellbound at what he had discovered.
It was a few minutes before Chetan slowly retraced his steps and came back to his bedroom. He just couldn't believe what he had seen. Bhola had been watching Chetan and Shobha have sex, and just as they finished, he had crept away back to his room and masturbated himself to a climax fantasizing about his mistress. Chetan,'s heart was still pounding and his throat was dry and he realised something else that made him feel shamed and excited at the same time.
That he had a stiff hardon.
In a daze, Chetan crawled back into bed by the side of his still naked wife who slept unaware of the storm raging in her husband's head and the erect cock despite having discharged not very long back.
Ravi Shikha
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on Amazon.in and Kindle. You will find me there too under this pen name. For the price of a coffee on Amazon, or for free on Kindle Unlimited, you can read my ebooks.
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on Amazon.in and Kindle. You will find me there too under this pen name. For the price of a coffee on Amazon, or for free on Kindle Unlimited, you can read my ebooks.
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