04-12-2020, 05:08 PM
By the time he awoke the next morning, the other side of the bed was empty. Shobha always woke up earlier than him and he found her in the kitchen warming milk for Bunty, their two year old son. She was wearing a thin pink translucent housecoat - the kind that would make a mother-in-law raise eyebrows. She cloth moulded across her generous breasts, accentuating their fullness and the material clung to her ass with just a gentle teasing outline of the panty underneath. The housegown ended six inches above her knee. She moved briskly at the kitchen chores and offered him his morning coffee with that bright eyed smile. He wanted to speak to her about last night, but struggled to organize his thoughts. The discovery of last night seemed like a dream. Was their servant actually watching them have sex?
Speaking of Bhola, where was he?
There he was, dusting the furniture in the living room. Chetan's eyes darted uncertainly from Bhola, busy with his domestic chores and eyes downcast as usual, and Shobha, as she moved pouring the warm milk now into Bunty's favourite Chota Bheem designer glass. Shobha seemed to not notice that Chetan was preoccupied more than usual. As she ha see him his cup of coffee, she leaned over and have him a long way kiss. Chetan was taken by surprise, and this seemed reminiscent of how they behaved in the privacy of their flat when their marriage was new. He returned the wet kiss, their tongues passionately pushing against each other. He instinctively reached over and squeezed her ass. She moaned a bit too loudly, and with her free hand she rubbed his thighs and gently squeezed his semi-erect penis. Before he could take their foreplay anything further, she abruptly broke away, stepped back, pouted at him sexily, swirled and walked past him to wake up Bunty. As she was past, her hand reached over and have another loving squeeze to his penis.
He watched her walk out of the kitchen last him, her ass swaying sexily and the gown flattering her hips as she walked away. She had that amazing walk, and she knew it and when she wore the occasional tight black skirts to office, she knew that it may the day for the many silent admirers she had there.
That was when from the corner of his eye, he noticed Bhola, squatting on his haunches and dusting the sofa in the corner was also eyeing his mistress's sexy swaying ass as she sauntered across to her son's bedroom. Bastard! thought Chetan. Had Bhola seen them kiss, and had he seen Chetan squeeze Shobha's ass during their interlude in the kitchen?
Shobha had worked as a human resources manager in an MNC before she took a career break when Bunty was born. Sometimes he felt she was a natural at handling people; she was firm, very perceptive and from what he knew very successful.
He waited for her to wake up Bunty and return, when he suddenly realized that he had his company's morning daily meeting. Ever since the lockdown, the Singapore office had started a two hour debrief of the emerging situation across the globe and everyone in their bank's sales and client management team had to join in.
It was late morning time and a few lockdown related crisis calls before the husband and wife could get time to catchup. The lockdown had meant that his office was now operating through long web conferences, and he spent most of the morning in his study room that had been hastily converted into office spaces when lockdown started.
His last call before lunch done, he went searching for Shobha. He found her lying on the living room couch, head rested against a pillow and reading a book. A lump came to this throat as he saw what she was wearing. She was wearing short pink shorts that snugly covered her ass and exposed her entire creamy thighs. One knee was bent up exposing the smooth roundness of her upper thigh. And Bhola was sitting not more that the feet away at the dining table, seemingly chopping some vegetables for lunch and no doubt ogling his sexy mistress in that pose.
Chetan walked across and pulled up a still to sit across the couch and deliberately placed himself between his wife and their servants line of gaze. Shobha put down her book and have him a welcoming smile. She pulled herself from her supine pose and curled both her knees. And that accentuated her long shapely legs even more and exposing more of her upper thighs. The pink shorts was barely more than a panty, thought Chetan. He wondered what Bhola thought, and quickly banished that thought from his head. What's happening to her, he thought?
"Jaanu, you are looking hot!" , he said using his term of endearment that he used in their .private conversations. She smiled, very much like a woman who knows she is sexy, and leaned across and kissed him full and noisily on the lips. He was taken by suprise, and the smell of her perfume and freshly bathed fragrance reminded him how desirable his wife was. He then remembered that Bhola must have seen them and pulled back. "But, Jaanu, yeh thoda zyada nahin hai? (Darling, isn't this a bit too much?).
In response, Shobha playfully stretched back resting her body on her elbows, her chest thrust upwards and forward and tossing her head gently. It was then that Chetan noticed that she was wearing a sleeveless snug T shirt with the V exposing a tantalizing part of her cleavage. Her full breasts strained against the right cotton fabric and taking the shape of the designer bra underneath flattering the rounded curves of the bosom.
" Baby, You mean, yeh thoda kam hai". (Honey, you mean this is a bit less.) She ran a finger deliberately brushing back her thick lustrous tresses, a gesture women use when they know they are the object of attention. She then placed a long slim finger on his nose, teasingly and slowly drawing it across his lips and then gently but firmly forcing the finger into his mouth. He instinctively sucked her finger.
"But, Jaanu, we have someone else in the house too", he whispered, his eyes darting to indicate Bhola behind him.
" Baby, mene ek baat soch liya hai", (Honey, I have decided something). Chetan dreaded when he heard that familiar phrase. In their five year marriage, he recognized that this too often meant she had made up her mind on something and would call the shots.
"Baby, hum yeh lockdown enjoy karne waale hain". (Honey, we are going to enjoy ourselves in this lockdown). "Yeh hamara doosra honeymoon hai!". (This is our second honeymoon).
She then thrust her chest up and forward and him, wiggled those magnificent breasts of her gently. His eyes automatically broke eye contact with her and rested on her heaving bosom. The sexy bitch, he thought, she is not and she knows it.
" Thoda tease karne ka mann kar raha hai. Aur is lockdown mein who cares kiske ghar mein kya no raha hai". (I feel like teasing. Anyway who cares in this lockdown what's happening in anyone's house).
Who was fine, Chetan thought, and he didn't have a problem with that. Except that he didn't know if she included Bhola in the teasing part. Now that was a problem!
She read his mind. "Chintu, baby", now when she referred him with that double nickname, he knew that she meant she was in full control and going to tell him what exactly to do. "Usko bhi enjoy karne do. Let him also enjoy. Once this lockdown is over in another ten days he is going to go back to his village. Usko bhi kya yaad rahega ki woh bhi spans the yah sach". ( Let him also enjoy. In another ten days the lockdown will get over and he will return to his village. He will also wonder then whether this was a dream for him)
She had that teasing look in her eye. The look of a hot sexy bitch, he thought.
"Now watch the show, she said and raised her voice, "Bhola, idhar aana. Saheb aur mere liye paani lana". (Bhola, get some water for master and me).
"Bhabhi, abhi aaya", Bhola acknowledged the request using the term by which he addressed his mistress. Chetan felt the quick response without missing a beat almost seemed like Bhola had been listening to their conversation.
Bhola came over obediently fetching a tray with two glasses of water. Shobha picked up one, offered it to Chetan, and picked up the other. She then raised the glass to her chin, touched the rim of the glass with her lips for a teasing couple of seconds while she looked into Chetan's eyes with that sexy smile. She drank slowly and then raised the angle of the glass almost deliberately. Water spilled from the glass to her neck, ran down the cleavage and disappeared under the t-shirt creating a very damp spot. Not satisfied, she raised the glass a bit more, emptying the glass of water deliberately onto her t-shirt.
"Oops", she said in an evidently fake reaction and watched for a few seconds as the wet spot spread on her t-shirt. Two pairs of boggling male eyes joined hers and focused shamelessly on her breasts watching almost in slow motion to see what t-shirts covering a shapely women's breast do best when wet. The wet patch soaked into the cotton of her t shirt and exposed the knitting of the bra underneath. Slowly the faint outline of a thick brown nipple formed like an image emerging through a fog.
Chetan felt a sudden constriction in his throat. He gulped the water from his glass noisily his eyes wide agog at the dream-like act playing out.
" Oops", said Shobha for the second time and unnecessarily so. She was still sitting on the couch, her long, rounded and exposed legs stretched out and her breasts thrust out obscenely with two pairs of male eyes wide unblinkingly zooming in on the wet spot on the t-shirt that now moulded itself to those magnificent breasts. The white t-shirt and the wet patch clung to her creamy breast, the rounded globes tipped with a large perfectly rounded aureola glistening through the translucent wet material. Her eyes then moved boldly from her own breasts to her husband's eyes, held his eyes for a few intensely long seconds, then slowly moved boldly across and locked into Bhola's. The servant lad went red in the face as he realized his mistress was looking into his eyes, and reluctantly looked away from from the breasts much like a starving man forced to look away from a feast he could not have. He shuffled his feet comfortably, still holding the empty tray and now not knowing where to look.
Shobha didn't break eye contact with Bhola's eyes, her breasts still thrust upwards towards her husband as if on offer for inspection to both him and their servant. Her gaze fell on the dusting cloth that Bhola had perched on his left shoulder, much like obedient servants do when summoned by their masters. Without changing the seductive pose of her breasts, she raised her hand, picked up the cloth slowly from across Bhola's shoulder and used it to carefully pat the damp spot on her breasts. Bhola's gaze followed his dusting cloth as Shobha pressed it against her breasts - a little too much, too long and too hard than was needed before placing it back on Bhola's shoulder. Her long fingers made contact with his shoulder, and he visibly shivered at the touch.
"Bas, wapas jao aur ash karo" (Now go and have fun). Shobha dismissed her servant casually and with a wiggle of her long index finger and a toss of her head and her thick hair. A bashful Bhola clumsily and hastily exited to the kitchen, and Chetan could have sworn the servants pyjamas had a bulge.
Chetan exhaled in disbelief. The scene before him took not more than two minutes, and was more erotic than any of the web series he found himself watching occasionally. What made his heart beat wildly was that the heroine of this erotic act was his wife of five years and mother of their two year old.
Suddenly it seemed, the lockdown had unleashed a sex-devil in her. He realized that after a long time, she had revealed a side of her he hadn't seen for a couple of years since Bunty's birth.
She had reminded him of the sexy seductress and bold exhibitionist that she was, and which he had discovered about her in the early days of their marriage.
He recalled that one very steamy incident ....
Speaking of Bhola, where was he?
There he was, dusting the furniture in the living room. Chetan's eyes darted uncertainly from Bhola, busy with his domestic chores and eyes downcast as usual, and Shobha, as she moved pouring the warm milk now into Bunty's favourite Chota Bheem designer glass. Shobha seemed to not notice that Chetan was preoccupied more than usual. As she ha see him his cup of coffee, she leaned over and have him a long way kiss. Chetan was taken by surprise, and this seemed reminiscent of how they behaved in the privacy of their flat when their marriage was new. He returned the wet kiss, their tongues passionately pushing against each other. He instinctively reached over and squeezed her ass. She moaned a bit too loudly, and with her free hand she rubbed his thighs and gently squeezed his semi-erect penis. Before he could take their foreplay anything further, she abruptly broke away, stepped back, pouted at him sexily, swirled and walked past him to wake up Bunty. As she was past, her hand reached over and have another loving squeeze to his penis.
He watched her walk out of the kitchen last him, her ass swaying sexily and the gown flattering her hips as she walked away. She had that amazing walk, and she knew it and when she wore the occasional tight black skirts to office, she knew that it may the day for the many silent admirers she had there.
That was when from the corner of his eye, he noticed Bhola, squatting on his haunches and dusting the sofa in the corner was also eyeing his mistress's sexy swaying ass as she sauntered across to her son's bedroom. Bastard! thought Chetan. Had Bhola seen them kiss, and had he seen Chetan squeeze Shobha's ass during their interlude in the kitchen?
Shobha had worked as a human resources manager in an MNC before she took a career break when Bunty was born. Sometimes he felt she was a natural at handling people; she was firm, very perceptive and from what he knew very successful.
He waited for her to wake up Bunty and return, when he suddenly realized that he had his company's morning daily meeting. Ever since the lockdown, the Singapore office had started a two hour debrief of the emerging situation across the globe and everyone in their bank's sales and client management team had to join in.
It was late morning time and a few lockdown related crisis calls before the husband and wife could get time to catchup. The lockdown had meant that his office was now operating through long web conferences, and he spent most of the morning in his study room that had been hastily converted into office spaces when lockdown started.
His last call before lunch done, he went searching for Shobha. He found her lying on the living room couch, head rested against a pillow and reading a book. A lump came to this throat as he saw what she was wearing. She was wearing short pink shorts that snugly covered her ass and exposed her entire creamy thighs. One knee was bent up exposing the smooth roundness of her upper thigh. And Bhola was sitting not more that the feet away at the dining table, seemingly chopping some vegetables for lunch and no doubt ogling his sexy mistress in that pose.
Chetan walked across and pulled up a still to sit across the couch and deliberately placed himself between his wife and their servants line of gaze. Shobha put down her book and have him a welcoming smile. She pulled herself from her supine pose and curled both her knees. And that accentuated her long shapely legs even more and exposing more of her upper thighs. The pink shorts was barely more than a panty, thought Chetan. He wondered what Bhola thought, and quickly banished that thought from his head. What's happening to her, he thought?
"Jaanu, you are looking hot!" , he said using his term of endearment that he used in their .private conversations. She smiled, very much like a woman who knows she is sexy, and leaned across and kissed him full and noisily on the lips. He was taken by suprise, and the smell of her perfume and freshly bathed fragrance reminded him how desirable his wife was. He then remembered that Bhola must have seen them and pulled back. "But, Jaanu, yeh thoda zyada nahin hai? (Darling, isn't this a bit too much?).
In response, Shobha playfully stretched back resting her body on her elbows, her chest thrust upwards and forward and tossing her head gently. It was then that Chetan noticed that she was wearing a sleeveless snug T shirt with the V exposing a tantalizing part of her cleavage. Her full breasts strained against the right cotton fabric and taking the shape of the designer bra underneath flattering the rounded curves of the bosom.
" Baby, You mean, yeh thoda kam hai". (Honey, you mean this is a bit less.) She ran a finger deliberately brushing back her thick lustrous tresses, a gesture women use when they know they are the object of attention. She then placed a long slim finger on his nose, teasingly and slowly drawing it across his lips and then gently but firmly forcing the finger into his mouth. He instinctively sucked her finger.
"But, Jaanu, we have someone else in the house too", he whispered, his eyes darting to indicate Bhola behind him.
" Baby, mene ek baat soch liya hai", (Honey, I have decided something). Chetan dreaded when he heard that familiar phrase. In their five year marriage, he recognized that this too often meant she had made up her mind on something and would call the shots.
"Baby, hum yeh lockdown enjoy karne waale hain". (Honey, we are going to enjoy ourselves in this lockdown). "Yeh hamara doosra honeymoon hai!". (This is our second honeymoon).
She then thrust her chest up and forward and him, wiggled those magnificent breasts of her gently. His eyes automatically broke eye contact with her and rested on her heaving bosom. The sexy bitch, he thought, she is not and she knows it.
" Thoda tease karne ka mann kar raha hai. Aur is lockdown mein who cares kiske ghar mein kya no raha hai". (I feel like teasing. Anyway who cares in this lockdown what's happening in anyone's house).
Who was fine, Chetan thought, and he didn't have a problem with that. Except that he didn't know if she included Bhola in the teasing part. Now that was a problem!
She read his mind. "Chintu, baby", now when she referred him with that double nickname, he knew that she meant she was in full control and going to tell him what exactly to do. "Usko bhi enjoy karne do. Let him also enjoy. Once this lockdown is over in another ten days he is going to go back to his village. Usko bhi kya yaad rahega ki woh bhi spans the yah sach". ( Let him also enjoy. In another ten days the lockdown will get over and he will return to his village. He will also wonder then whether this was a dream for him)
She had that teasing look in her eye. The look of a hot sexy bitch, he thought.
"Now watch the show, she said and raised her voice, "Bhola, idhar aana. Saheb aur mere liye paani lana". (Bhola, get some water for master and me).
"Bhabhi, abhi aaya", Bhola acknowledged the request using the term by which he addressed his mistress. Chetan felt the quick response without missing a beat almost seemed like Bhola had been listening to their conversation.
Bhola came over obediently fetching a tray with two glasses of water. Shobha picked up one, offered it to Chetan, and picked up the other. She then raised the glass to her chin, touched the rim of the glass with her lips for a teasing couple of seconds while she looked into Chetan's eyes with that sexy smile. She drank slowly and then raised the angle of the glass almost deliberately. Water spilled from the glass to her neck, ran down the cleavage and disappeared under the t-shirt creating a very damp spot. Not satisfied, she raised the glass a bit more, emptying the glass of water deliberately onto her t-shirt.
"Oops", she said in an evidently fake reaction and watched for a few seconds as the wet spot spread on her t-shirt. Two pairs of boggling male eyes joined hers and focused shamelessly on her breasts watching almost in slow motion to see what t-shirts covering a shapely women's breast do best when wet. The wet patch soaked into the cotton of her t shirt and exposed the knitting of the bra underneath. Slowly the faint outline of a thick brown nipple formed like an image emerging through a fog.
Chetan felt a sudden constriction in his throat. He gulped the water from his glass noisily his eyes wide agog at the dream-like act playing out.
" Oops", said Shobha for the second time and unnecessarily so. She was still sitting on the couch, her long, rounded and exposed legs stretched out and her breasts thrust out obscenely with two pairs of male eyes wide unblinkingly zooming in on the wet spot on the t-shirt that now moulded itself to those magnificent breasts. The white t-shirt and the wet patch clung to her creamy breast, the rounded globes tipped with a large perfectly rounded aureola glistening through the translucent wet material. Her eyes then moved boldly from her own breasts to her husband's eyes, held his eyes for a few intensely long seconds, then slowly moved boldly across and locked into Bhola's. The servant lad went red in the face as he realized his mistress was looking into his eyes, and reluctantly looked away from from the breasts much like a starving man forced to look away from a feast he could not have. He shuffled his feet comfortably, still holding the empty tray and now not knowing where to look.
Shobha didn't break eye contact with Bhola's eyes, her breasts still thrust upwards towards her husband as if on offer for inspection to both him and their servant. Her gaze fell on the dusting cloth that Bhola had perched on his left shoulder, much like obedient servants do when summoned by their masters. Without changing the seductive pose of her breasts, she raised her hand, picked up the cloth slowly from across Bhola's shoulder and used it to carefully pat the damp spot on her breasts. Bhola's gaze followed his dusting cloth as Shobha pressed it against her breasts - a little too much, too long and too hard than was needed before placing it back on Bhola's shoulder. Her long fingers made contact with his shoulder, and he visibly shivered at the touch.
"Bas, wapas jao aur ash karo" (Now go and have fun). Shobha dismissed her servant casually and with a wiggle of her long index finger and a toss of her head and her thick hair. A bashful Bhola clumsily and hastily exited to the kitchen, and Chetan could have sworn the servants pyjamas had a bulge.
Chetan exhaled in disbelief. The scene before him took not more than two minutes, and was more erotic than any of the web series he found himself watching occasionally. What made his heart beat wildly was that the heroine of this erotic act was his wife of five years and mother of their two year old.
Suddenly it seemed, the lockdown had unleashed a sex-devil in her. He realized that after a long time, she had revealed a side of her he hadn't seen for a couple of years since Bunty's birth.
She had reminded him of the sexy seductress and bold exhibitionist that she was, and which he had discovered about her in the early days of their marriage.
He recalled that one very steamy incident ....
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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