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Mein kaise lag rahi hoon?" (How do I look?), asked Shobha, as she sashayed into Chetan's study room.
Chetan shut down his office laptop and took off his headset. He had just finished his last call of the day, and turned around and looked at his wife. She was gorgeous. She had tried on a new dress she had ordered in advance for her birthday and was in a playful mood. She was wearing a noodle strap top with a U cut neck that generously flattered her cleavage. The top was matched with a long skirt that clung tightly to her waist and hips and then flared out just below her thighs, therefore accentuating her shapely ass. She had her million dollar smile that could make any man's heart flutter, and then she swirled. The skirt clung to her hips and thighs and flared out below, and the top had an equally deep cut at the back. Her bare back was exposed. She was gifted with a smooth blemish-less back. It was one of those blouses that automatically ruled out wearing a bra.
As she swirled once more, he noted again her hourglass figure. Her breasts were full and heavy; she was after all a mother but had exercised regularly to keep her weight largely in shape. She thrust those gorgeous breasts forward and struck a pose with her hands on her waist.
The top clung snugly to her breasts, flattering the curves. The deep cleavage arrested his sight. Chetan instinctively checked if her nipples were protruding but the dress did a good job covering them. It was a classy party wear, designed to make other women jealous and the men excited. Hot and sexy.
"Take my photo", she said, and handed him her phone. Chetan clicked a.couple of pics. She had the natural body comfort of a model, and gave him a couple of poses including one where she pouted. She stuck her tongue out at the camera and the bent forward at the waist - the forward bend opening up her deep cleavage even more.
" Ok, now a selfie with both of us", she said. Chetan came over and put his hand around her shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulders, both smiling at the camera and tried a couple of selfie shots. Shobha looked at the results and shook her head. The selfie mode wasn't at a wide enough angle to capture both of them together as well as her full dress.
"Ok, let's call Bhola", she said, catching him completely off guard.
" Bhola!", she called aloud, even before Chetan could protest. The fellow magically materialized at the door. Chetan wondered with suspicion if the fellow was lurking just outside the door. Shobha didn't mind Bhola's quick entry.
"Bhola, saheb aur mere photo kheenchna. Acche se!." ( Take a photo of your master and me. And do it nicely!)
Bhola nodded his head like an excited puppy, and ready to do his mistress's bidding. The fellow was.probably smitten by her beauty, thought Chetan. He noted that the guy was wearing one of those vest like t-shirts that showed off his fit and muscular shoulders. Chetan felt a faint twang of jealousy as he looked at his own paunch in sorry comparison.
Shobha handed over the phone to Bhola and came and posed next to Chetan and slightly to the front of him. He put his hands on her waist and she clung close to him, her cheeks against his. He inhaled, smelling her delectable feminine perfume. She pushed back her ass against his crotch. Chetan raised his left hand from her left waist to several inches higher and just below her breasts.
Bhola clicked a couple of photos. Shobha changed her angle and snuggled closer to Cheta, and his chin nuzzled against her neck.
That's when Chetan couldn't resist it. He moved his left hand higher cupping his wife's left breast and in Bhola's plain view. The fellow continued to click pretending not to notice. Chetan gave Shobha's breast a firm squeeze. Her breast was firm and a frisson of pleasure ran through his body. Shobha moaned softly. Bhola couldn't have missed it and continued to pretend not to notice. Chetan felt mildly annoyed and squeezed harder. Shobha moaned louder.
"Stop it", she feigned annoyance, in that playful tone that suggested she clearly didn't want him to stop.
"Bhabhi, check karna", Bhola interrupted and addressed her using the North Indian term for sister-in-law, (Please check)
Shobha broke away from Chetan's grasp, leaving him slightly disappointed, and came over to Bhola's side. She stood by Bhola's side and checked the photos flipping through them. Bhola stood a little too close to her and peered over her shoulder at the phone. Or, as Chetan suddenly realized, pretended to. Bhola stood a few inches taller than Shobha, and she stood almost pushing against his chest with her back. This gave the servant the perfect angle to peer into Shobha's cleavage. Chetan's heart began beating faster as he realized the eyeful that the fellow must be getting. Shobha wasn't wearing a bra and he wondered if the fellow could glimpse her nipple. Shobha shook her head, clearly unhappy at the photos and the act of shaking caused just the slightest jiggle to her breasts.
"The light isn't good",she declared, "Lets go elsewhere".
"Follow me" , she wagged her finger at both men, and sauntered out of the room. Bhola followed immediately behind her with Chetan trailing behind both. Shobha swayed her ass in that delectable walk she had. Bhola had both eyes focused on his mistress's rounded ass as he followed barely a foot behind.
"Bastard"', Chetan mentally cursed the fellow. He should know that's my wife that he is ogling. And he is a servant in our house.
Shobha led both men to their bedroom. Chetan felt uneasy. Bhola rarely entered their bedroom, and Chetan considered it their private space. Shobha didn't seem to mind.
She chose a well.lit spot just in front of the bed and repeated their previous pose with the camera handed over to Bhola. This time, Chetan felt a burst of masculine pride and roughly grabbed Shobha by the waist pulling her more closely to him. And roughly put both his hands on her waist squeezing her.
" Naughty boy!", she whispered angrily, but loud enough for Bhola to hear, trying to pat away his hand. In response, Chetan roughly squeezed his wife's breast in full and plain view of their servant. As if this wasn't enough, he thrust his entire palm into her cleavage and cupped her naked left breast. The breast felt naked and warm. He squeezed even harder. Shobha gave a yelp of pain. In response, he cupped the right breast too and squeezed that one too. Chetan was now shamelessly squeezing his wife's breasts in front of their servant's wide eyed gaze. The fellow was bemused and clicking away photos not knowing how to react.
"Bastard, always leching at my wife.... Let me show you who's the boss in this house", said Chetan to himself. He now spun Shobha around and towards him, facing her and kissed her hard on her mouth.
Shobha was completely taken aback by this sudden surge is passion in her husband, and she responded kissing him back hard ignoring Bhola who was now both wide eyed and open mouthed but still had the phone camera firmly and dutifully focused on the erotic scene in front of him. Chetan pushed his tongue against Shobha. She opened her mouth and sucked noisily. Chetan shifted his hands down and now squeezed Shobha's buttocks. In response, Shobha put her arms around his neck and lifted her legs now encircling his hips. Her skirt rode higher exposing her creamy thighs.
Chetan took a step back to support himself against his wife's weight as she tightened her legs around his waist. He tripped against the edge of the bed and both of them fell across on the mattress. Chetan immediately rolled over into a missionary position, continuing to kiss Shobha violently, their lips still interlocked. He squeezed Shobha down, and with one hand he continued squeezing her ample breast. From the corner of his eye, he saw the servant get closer and almost within touching distance of the entwined couple in their amorous embrace.
Chetan felt the blood rushing into his face. In a single, smooth and forceful action, he pulled violently against the front strap of Shobha's top. The fragile dress tore loudly. Shobha's left naked breast was immediately exposed. The brown nipple was erect and hard. Bhola couldn't believe his eyes at the crazed sight in front of him. The servant took a step closer now less than a foot away from the couple. Shobha's hands were pinned against her back and she yelped in surprise at this assault. Bhola brought the camera even closer, the screen on the phone now focused on his mistress's left breast with the nipple now at the centre. Chetan squeezed the nipple violently between his thumb and forefinger. And again squeezed hard at the breast now shamelessly kneading it in full view of their servant. And resumed kissing Shobha.
This continued for a few minutes, before Shobha twisted around and broke her husband's grip over her. She wrenched free and rolled over, freeing herself. In the process the right shoulder strap of the too too came off and her right breast too was exposed to public view. She rolled over to the side of the bed, the act pulling up her skirt even higher and exposing her upper thigh and a quick flash of her white panty. She then then got up. Her breasts still exposed, she first snatched the phone from Bhola's hands.
"Bhola, jao yahan se!" ( Bhola, please go away!). She was surprisingly calm and composed.
Reluctantly but wordlessly, the servant stumbled out of their bedroom.
And a sex crazed Chetan pulled his wife back to the bed and peeled off whatever was left of her top. This time, Shobha didn't protest and the couple again embraced one another in passion.
Mad in the throes of passion, neither of them bothered about the open door to their bedroom as they made love.
Chetan shut down his office laptop and took off his headset. He had just finished his last call of the day, and turned around and looked at his wife. She was gorgeous. She had tried on a new dress she had ordered in advance for her birthday and was in a playful mood. She was wearing a noodle strap top with a U cut neck that generously flattered her cleavage. The top was matched with a long skirt that clung tightly to her waist and hips and then flared out just below her thighs, therefore accentuating her shapely ass. She had her million dollar smile that could make any man's heart flutter, and then she swirled. The skirt clung to her hips and thighs and flared out below, and the top had an equally deep cut at the back. Her bare back was exposed. She was gifted with a smooth blemish-less back. It was one of those blouses that automatically ruled out wearing a bra.
As she swirled once more, he noted again her hourglass figure. Her breasts were full and heavy; she was after all a mother but had exercised regularly to keep her weight largely in shape. She thrust those gorgeous breasts forward and struck a pose with her hands on her waist.
The top clung snugly to her breasts, flattering the curves. The deep cleavage arrested his sight. Chetan instinctively checked if her nipples were protruding but the dress did a good job covering them. It was a classy party wear, designed to make other women jealous and the men excited. Hot and sexy.
"Take my photo", she said, and handed him her phone. Chetan clicked a.couple of pics. She had the natural body comfort of a model, and gave him a couple of poses including one where she pouted. She stuck her tongue out at the camera and the bent forward at the waist - the forward bend opening up her deep cleavage even more.
" Ok, now a selfie with both of us", she said. Chetan came over and put his hand around her shoulder. She rested her head on his shoulders, both smiling at the camera and tried a couple of selfie shots. Shobha looked at the results and shook her head. The selfie mode wasn't at a wide enough angle to capture both of them together as well as her full dress.
"Ok, let's call Bhola", she said, catching him completely off guard.
" Bhola!", she called aloud, even before Chetan could protest. The fellow magically materialized at the door. Chetan wondered with suspicion if the fellow was lurking just outside the door. Shobha didn't mind Bhola's quick entry.
"Bhola, saheb aur mere photo kheenchna. Acche se!." ( Take a photo of your master and me. And do it nicely!)
Bhola nodded his head like an excited puppy, and ready to do his mistress's bidding. The fellow was.probably smitten by her beauty, thought Chetan. He noted that the guy was wearing one of those vest like t-shirts that showed off his fit and muscular shoulders. Chetan felt a faint twang of jealousy as he looked at his own paunch in sorry comparison.
Shobha handed over the phone to Bhola and came and posed next to Chetan and slightly to the front of him. He put his hands on her waist and she clung close to him, her cheeks against his. He inhaled, smelling her delectable feminine perfume. She pushed back her ass against his crotch. Chetan raised his left hand from her left waist to several inches higher and just below her breasts.
Bhola clicked a couple of photos. Shobha changed her angle and snuggled closer to Cheta, and his chin nuzzled against her neck.
That's when Chetan couldn't resist it. He moved his left hand higher cupping his wife's left breast and in Bhola's plain view. The fellow continued to click pretending not to notice. Chetan gave Shobha's breast a firm squeeze. Her breast was firm and a frisson of pleasure ran through his body. Shobha moaned softly. Bhola couldn't have missed it and continued to pretend not to notice. Chetan felt mildly annoyed and squeezed harder. Shobha moaned louder.
"Stop it", she feigned annoyance, in that playful tone that suggested she clearly didn't want him to stop.
"Bhabhi, check karna", Bhola interrupted and addressed her using the North Indian term for sister-in-law, (Please check)
Shobha broke away from Chetan's grasp, leaving him slightly disappointed, and came over to Bhola's side. She stood by Bhola's side and checked the photos flipping through them. Bhola stood a little too close to her and peered over her shoulder at the phone. Or, as Chetan suddenly realized, pretended to. Bhola stood a few inches taller than Shobha, and she stood almost pushing against his chest with her back. This gave the servant the perfect angle to peer into Shobha's cleavage. Chetan's heart began beating faster as he realized the eyeful that the fellow must be getting. Shobha wasn't wearing a bra and he wondered if the fellow could glimpse her nipple. Shobha shook her head, clearly unhappy at the photos and the act of shaking caused just the slightest jiggle to her breasts.
"The light isn't good",she declared, "Lets go elsewhere".
"Follow me" , she wagged her finger at both men, and sauntered out of the room. Bhola followed immediately behind her with Chetan trailing behind both. Shobha swayed her ass in that delectable walk she had. Bhola had both eyes focused on his mistress's rounded ass as he followed barely a foot behind.
"Bastard"', Chetan mentally cursed the fellow. He should know that's my wife that he is ogling. And he is a servant in our house.
Shobha led both men to their bedroom. Chetan felt uneasy. Bhola rarely entered their bedroom, and Chetan considered it their private space. Shobha didn't seem to mind.
She chose a well.lit spot just in front of the bed and repeated their previous pose with the camera handed over to Bhola. This time, Chetan felt a burst of masculine pride and roughly grabbed Shobha by the waist pulling her more closely to him. And roughly put both his hands on her waist squeezing her.
" Naughty boy!", she whispered angrily, but loud enough for Bhola to hear, trying to pat away his hand. In response, Chetan roughly squeezed his wife's breast in full and plain view of their servant. As if this wasn't enough, he thrust his entire palm into her cleavage and cupped her naked left breast. The breast felt naked and warm. He squeezed even harder. Shobha gave a yelp of pain. In response, he cupped the right breast too and squeezed that one too. Chetan was now shamelessly squeezing his wife's breasts in front of their servant's wide eyed gaze. The fellow was bemused and clicking away photos not knowing how to react.
"Bastard, always leching at my wife.... Let me show you who's the boss in this house", said Chetan to himself. He now spun Shobha around and towards him, facing her and kissed her hard on her mouth.
Shobha was completely taken aback by this sudden surge is passion in her husband, and she responded kissing him back hard ignoring Bhola who was now both wide eyed and open mouthed but still had the phone camera firmly and dutifully focused on the erotic scene in front of him. Chetan pushed his tongue against Shobha. She opened her mouth and sucked noisily. Chetan shifted his hands down and now squeezed Shobha's buttocks. In response, Shobha put her arms around his neck and lifted her legs now encircling his hips. Her skirt rode higher exposing her creamy thighs.
Chetan took a step back to support himself against his wife's weight as she tightened her legs around his waist. He tripped against the edge of the bed and both of them fell across on the mattress. Chetan immediately rolled over into a missionary position, continuing to kiss Shobha violently, their lips still interlocked. He squeezed Shobha down, and with one hand he continued squeezing her ample breast. From the corner of his eye, he saw the servant get closer and almost within touching distance of the entwined couple in their amorous embrace.
Chetan felt the blood rushing into his face. In a single, smooth and forceful action, he pulled violently against the front strap of Shobha's top. The fragile dress tore loudly. Shobha's left naked breast was immediately exposed. The brown nipple was erect and hard. Bhola couldn't believe his eyes at the crazed sight in front of him. The servant took a step closer now less than a foot away from the couple. Shobha's hands were pinned against her back and she yelped in surprise at this assault. Bhola brought the camera even closer, the screen on the phone now focused on his mistress's left breast with the nipple now at the centre. Chetan squeezed the nipple violently between his thumb and forefinger. And again squeezed hard at the breast now shamelessly kneading it in full view of their servant. And resumed kissing Shobha.
This continued for a few minutes, before Shobha twisted around and broke her husband's grip over her. She wrenched free and rolled over, freeing herself. In the process the right shoulder strap of the too too came off and her right breast too was exposed to public view. She rolled over to the side of the bed, the act pulling up her skirt even higher and exposing her upper thigh and a quick flash of her white panty. She then then got up. Her breasts still exposed, she first snatched the phone from Bhola's hands.
"Bhola, jao yahan se!" ( Bhola, please go away!). She was surprisingly calm and composed.
Reluctantly but wordlessly, the servant stumbled out of their bedroom.
And a sex crazed Chetan pulled his wife back to the bed and peeled off whatever was left of her top. This time, Shobha didn't protest and the couple again embraced one another in passion.
Mad in the throes of passion, neither of them bothered about the open door to their bedroom as they made love.
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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