Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

"It's Bhola's birthday tomorrow", said Shobha.

She was sitting at the dining table peeling boiled potatoes just after the couple had finished their breakfast. Chetan was engrossed in his emails on his laptop. The day hadnt yet started for him, and he often brought his laptop to the breakfast table. He looked up, peering at her through his reading glasses, partially distracted from a regional office report that indicates stress building up for the bank's clients due to COVID.

This was a couple of days after their indiscretion that night when what was supposed to be a clicking a few harmless photographs turned into a session where Chetan had ended up exposing Shobha's breasts in front of Bhola. Both had woken up, each embarrassed about what had happened, but found the perfect defence as they went about the day normally without reference to the bizarre events of the previous night. Chetan dreaded making eye contact with Bhola but was soon engrossed in his day's lockdown home office routine and found he didn't have to face Bhola at all. He wondered how Shobha dealt with having to supervise Bhola's housework knowing fully that the young man had seen her naked breast. To his silent relief, she behaved normally and calmly as if nothing untoward had happened. Chetan found it easier to play along with the same fiction.

So what was this reference to Bhola's birthday? He looked around for Bhola and didn't see the fellow in earshot. Probably babysitting Bunty and watching cartoons together with his son in the kids room, he concluded.

"Tracking Bhola's birthdays now, are we!", he attempted sarcasm. Shobha ignored him.

"The apartment management is compiling details about all inmates to track during the lockdown", she said, "and I happened to see his date of birth on his Aadhar card when I gave it to them".

“So should we give him a gift?", he dialed up the sarcasm, "or maybe put up another show for him!"

This time she put down the potato peeler and gave him a glare, "Don't blame me. You are the one who behaved in a shameless manner!", she went on the counter attack. "You were the one who pulled off my dress while he was watching", she said her voice rising a few decibels.

Discretion was the better part of valour, decided Chetan, and having been at the receiving end of his wife's retorts, found merit in retreating.

"So what do you have in mind? ", his tone was now more neutral as he attempted a feeble effort at change of topic.

"Look, Jaanu, think of it this way", she now had that tone that he mentally thought of as the baby doll tone, seductive and something he could never resist when she demanded something in that tone. "Bhola has his tickets booked for April 5 the day after lockdown ends", and it's nice on our part to give him a gift before he goes back to his village in Bihar. And we won't see him again after that. Ever!".

And we won't see him again after that. Ever! That would be a relief, he thought silently.

She continued, "Lets have dinner and drinks along with him tomorrow night. Anyway, it's a Friday evening and we aren't going out anywhere with this lockdown ".

Chetan thought about it.  Bhola usually had his dinner by himself either in his servant room, or in the living doom, while sitting on the floor and watching TV, after the couple had finished theirs. Shobha wanted to make the birthday special for him. But dinner along with the couple at the same table? And drinks?

Chetan felt uncomfortable, but Shobha had made up her mind.

**

Bhola was initially bemused when Shobha wished him on his birthday - he barely celebrated the day, and certainly didn't expect his gorgeous mistress to wish him in the morning.

Especially after the dream-like events two nights before.

He had been replaying that scene again and again in his head and had jerked off in the privacy of his room - his mistress standing in front, by her husband wearing that beautiful dress that he had seen only in movies and web series and which flattered her shapely bust... she standing next to her husband and looking at his camera posing for that photograph.... her eyes locked into his while her lucky husband stood next to her....her gaze and that bewitching smile made his heart beat wildly ....then her husband squeezing his wife's breast in front of him ....and then the husband's hand slipping under her top and squeezing that breast.....Shobha protesting but not resisting ...And then Chetan pulling her to the bed and pulling off her top,.....and that heavenly sight when her full, shapely creamy breast was exposed to his hungry gaze, the camera forgotten ....he still remembered her fair skin, the well rounded globes, the perfectly circular Brown areola with the crowning dark and erect nipple..... and then Shobha recovering and getting up from the bed with both her breasts exposed....calmly asking him to leave the room....And he reluctantly complying.

What would be have not given to be in the room and watch that lucky bastard of a husband strip his mistress completely and make love to this sex goddess!! .....

He snapped out of his reverie and felt a shiver of pleasure to through his body as Shobha patted him on his cheeks to wish him. His heartbeat always accelerated when she looked at him and smiled. He had never seen anyone as gorgeous as her in real life and he always thought of her  as a movie star. She seemed to have completely been unaffected by the events of the night before making him wonder if it was all just a dream.

Shobha gave him a gift - it was a branded shirt that Chetan had ordered online only to discover that it was small for him but hasn't returned it. She gave him a shaving kit and cologne and asked him to shave.

She caressed his sideburns slowly with her long slender fingers, a bit longer than needed and said, "Poora shave karna. Acche se. Poora clean.". (Shave completely. Completely!)

And tapped him suggestively on his chest, and then with her full open palm on his midriff.

He shuffled uncomfortably hoping she wouldn't notice his hard-on.