15-12-2020, 08:58 AM
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Shobha put Bunty to sleep early. Thank god, the two-year old was an early sleeper and she didn't have the problems most mother's with a kid his age had during the lockdown about keeping the kids occupied.
Chetan and she almost always went out on Friday evening's for a dinner at five-star hotel or a happening restaurant that she picked. Of course, it was she who always made these choices.
The lockdown wasn't going to change anything about Friday evening's being special.
Shobha was a good cook, and quickly hustled up spaghetti and pasta - Chetan's favorite, and something he always enjoyed with red wine. She hoped Bhola would like it too. It probably didn't matter too much, she decided. She felt a shiver of anticipation at the experience of sharing dinner at the table with Bhola.
The dinner ready, she took a long leisurely shower and put on another of her evening dresses. She fanned perfume on her neck, and on her underarms. She brushed her thick wavy shoulder length hair until it shone. And applied just a cash of lipstick. She admired herself in the mirror. The lockdown wasn't going to change anything about the way she dressed up on Friday night!
Chetan finally finished his last call before Friday evening, and massaged his neck. His head, neck and shoulders hurt from taking hours of calls almost continuously. He patted his growing paunch and wished he could be more fit. Maybe like Bhola. The fellow had strong shoulders and a flat stomach. The thought of Bhola reminded him about his wife's plan to have dinner with their servant. That jolted him back to reality and made him anxious about what lay ahead in the evening. The concept of having dinner with their servant was inconceivable, but what the heck, in lockdown anything goes. Thankfully nobody would know what went on within the four walls of their house. Thank god for the lockdown!
He quickly came out of his study, changed to a set of clothes suitable for a Friday evening. Shobha had specifically told him to dress well, and he didn't want to incur her wrath
Dressed and dinner ready, he went looking for Shobha.
He found her in the living room, and saw she was looking gorgeous and dressed to kill. She had a one-piece black dress that showed just the right degree of stylish cleavage that would make men notice but pass acceptably. Her dress ended just below her knees hinting at her shapely legs. She saw him, smiled and twirled, the act sending her hemline higher exposing her fleshy smooth thighs for just that tantalizing moment. He walked across, and put an arm around her waist. She smiled back and kisses him on his cheeks, nuzzling and nibbling at his earlobes.
"So, where's our birthday guest?" , he asked curiously.
As if on cue, Bhola walked into the room.
Both Chetan and Shobha stared at Bhola. The dashing, handsome man looked very different from the servant they knew. The unkempt sideburns were gone, as was the unruly hair. Bhola had generously used Chetan's hair gel that Shobha moaned him. His thick hair was swept back, glistening with the gel and giving him a smart well-manicured look. He had a strong jawline and a square jaw that went well with the curly hair. The blue slim fit shirt that Shobha gifted him flattered his build and broad chest, giving him a movie star look. The untidy servant from Bihar was gone, and replaced by a handsome, well groomed hunk with rugged looks that most women would give a second glance from the corner of their eyes.
Even married women.
Especially happy married women like Shobha.
Once Chetan got over the fact that the rugged, handsome guy with a great physique was actually their servant, dinner went surprisingly well. Shobha had seated herself between both men at the round shaped dinner table. Chetan loved the food, and Bhola was unexpectedly shy and tongue tied initially. Shobha kept the conversation going smoothly with questions about Bhola's native place and life in the village. Chetan divided his attention between the food, which he helped himself to generous portions and questions of his own. Chetan poured red wine, and filled all three wine glasses generously and refilled Bhola's after Shobha successfully got Bhola to down the first glass.
It turned out that Bhola's real name was Bhuvan and his good physique was the result of working long hours at his uncle's fields. Chetan couldn't help notice that Bhola kept his eyes downcast and spoke shyly at the start, but as the dinner progressed, the guy cast lifelong looks at Shobha. Perhaps It was the wine, thought Chetan. Or the Shobha's cleavage.
Chetan's mobile phone beeped. He glanced at the message, groaned and got up.
"Jaanu, the London office needs something urgently", he missed Shobha on her cheek, and noted distractedly her deep cleavage. She made a face.
As he walked away, his distracted mind already on the information request from the London office, a part is his brain told him that he was leaving his surprisingly handsome young servant - now a dinner guest at their dinner table - alone with his very sexy wife.
Shobha poured a third glass of wine into Bhuvan's glass - she tried not to think of him as Bhola any more. She showed him how to clink glasses and he followed shyly. he would do anything this gorgeous woman across the table would tell him to do, Bhola thought to himself.
A few seconds of awkward silence passed between them. Shobha toyed with the food on her plate. As she sipped from her some glass, she caught him staring at her cleavage. She smiled back at him, and he blushed with embarrassment at being caught out.
"Aapka necklace bahut badiya ha", he made a clumsy effort to explain the object of his attention. (Your necklace is beautiful)
Shobha looked down at her cleavage. It was a good observation. She was wearing a large swarovski pendant on a thin gold chain that flattered her cleavage, and the black top.
She smiled. "Accha laga? Dekho!", (Do you like it? Have a look) she leaned forward towards him, the pendant in her hands and trying to get it near him for a closer look. He obligingly leaned forward too. Their heads came close together. He was inches from her pendant, and more importantly from her cleavage. He saw the generous curve of her breasts this close. Her womanly perfume wafted into his nostrils. He had never smelt anything so good and his pulse began racing. Shobha noticed the reddening of his face and slowly moved closer to his mouth. He now took the pendant from her for a closer look. It hung on a short chain, and she angled and twisted towards him. Their lips were now inches apart. She cupped his chin gently, preventing him from moving back reflexively. She then nibbled his ear gently. She could sense the rapid breathing and smelled the manly cologne she had gifted him. Bhola - or Bhuvan - drew a deep breath, inhaling her womanly fragrance, closed his eyes to savour this heavenly experience.
Shobha then kissed him at the corner of his mouth, teasing and barely a kiss. His eyes still closed, he turned around and leaned forward for a full kiss. Shobha teasingly pulled back just that fraction, and brushed her lips against his. Her hand instead reached over to his thighs and lightly cupped his crotch. He had a bulge and she prepared to squeeze the bulge.
Just then they heard the footsteps of a returning Chetan and both pulled back quickly. One with reluctance and the other with fright.
Chetan walked in, massaging his neck and grimacing. "Bloody fellows! Can't even let us have dinner in peace."
Shobha gained control quickly and shuffled the plates, now empty. She suggested they move to the balcony with their drinks - something they frequently did - and have Bhuvan join them there. Bhuvan obliged cleaning the table quickly, anything to hide his discomfort and his hard-on.
Chetan and she almost always went out on Friday evening's for a dinner at five-star hotel or a happening restaurant that she picked. Of course, it was she who always made these choices.
The lockdown wasn't going to change anything about Friday evening's being special.
Shobha was a good cook, and quickly hustled up spaghetti and pasta - Chetan's favorite, and something he always enjoyed with red wine. She hoped Bhola would like it too. It probably didn't matter too much, she decided. She felt a shiver of anticipation at the experience of sharing dinner at the table with Bhola.
The dinner ready, she took a long leisurely shower and put on another of her evening dresses. She fanned perfume on her neck, and on her underarms. She brushed her thick wavy shoulder length hair until it shone. And applied just a cash of lipstick. She admired herself in the mirror. The lockdown wasn't going to change anything about the way she dressed up on Friday night!
Chetan finally finished his last call before Friday evening, and massaged his neck. His head, neck and shoulders hurt from taking hours of calls almost continuously. He patted his growing paunch and wished he could be more fit. Maybe like Bhola. The fellow had strong shoulders and a flat stomach. The thought of Bhola reminded him about his wife's plan to have dinner with their servant. That jolted him back to reality and made him anxious about what lay ahead in the evening. The concept of having dinner with their servant was inconceivable, but what the heck, in lockdown anything goes. Thankfully nobody would know what went on within the four walls of their house. Thank god for the lockdown!
He quickly came out of his study, changed to a set of clothes suitable for a Friday evening. Shobha had specifically told him to dress well, and he didn't want to incur her wrath
Dressed and dinner ready, he went looking for Shobha.
He found her in the living room, and saw she was looking gorgeous and dressed to kill. She had a one-piece black dress that showed just the right degree of stylish cleavage that would make men notice but pass acceptably. Her dress ended just below her knees hinting at her shapely legs. She saw him, smiled and twirled, the act sending her hemline higher exposing her fleshy smooth thighs for just that tantalizing moment. He walked across, and put an arm around her waist. She smiled back and kisses him on his cheeks, nuzzling and nibbling at his earlobes.
"So, where's our birthday guest?" , he asked curiously.
As if on cue, Bhola walked into the room.
Both Chetan and Shobha stared at Bhola. The dashing, handsome man looked very different from the servant they knew. The unkempt sideburns were gone, as was the unruly hair. Bhola had generously used Chetan's hair gel that Shobha moaned him. His thick hair was swept back, glistening with the gel and giving him a smart well-manicured look. He had a strong jawline and a square jaw that went well with the curly hair. The blue slim fit shirt that Shobha gifted him flattered his build and broad chest, giving him a movie star look. The untidy servant from Bihar was gone, and replaced by a handsome, well groomed hunk with rugged looks that most women would give a second glance from the corner of their eyes.
Even married women.
Especially happy married women like Shobha.
Once Chetan got over the fact that the rugged, handsome guy with a great physique was actually their servant, dinner went surprisingly well. Shobha had seated herself between both men at the round shaped dinner table. Chetan loved the food, and Bhola was unexpectedly shy and tongue tied initially. Shobha kept the conversation going smoothly with questions about Bhola's native place and life in the village. Chetan divided his attention between the food, which he helped himself to generous portions and questions of his own. Chetan poured red wine, and filled all three wine glasses generously and refilled Bhola's after Shobha successfully got Bhola to down the first glass.
It turned out that Bhola's real name was Bhuvan and his good physique was the result of working long hours at his uncle's fields. Chetan couldn't help notice that Bhola kept his eyes downcast and spoke shyly at the start, but as the dinner progressed, the guy cast lifelong looks at Shobha. Perhaps It was the wine, thought Chetan. Or the Shobha's cleavage.
Chetan's mobile phone beeped. He glanced at the message, groaned and got up.
"Jaanu, the London office needs something urgently", he missed Shobha on her cheek, and noted distractedly her deep cleavage. She made a face.
As he walked away, his distracted mind already on the information request from the London office, a part is his brain told him that he was leaving his surprisingly handsome young servant - now a dinner guest at their dinner table - alone with his very sexy wife.
Shobha poured a third glass of wine into Bhuvan's glass - she tried not to think of him as Bhola any more. She showed him how to clink glasses and he followed shyly. he would do anything this gorgeous woman across the table would tell him to do, Bhola thought to himself.
A few seconds of awkward silence passed between them. Shobha toyed with the food on her plate. As she sipped from her some glass, she caught him staring at her cleavage. She smiled back at him, and he blushed with embarrassment at being caught out.
"Aapka necklace bahut badiya ha", he made a clumsy effort to explain the object of his attention. (Your necklace is beautiful)
Shobha looked down at her cleavage. It was a good observation. She was wearing a large swarovski pendant on a thin gold chain that flattered her cleavage, and the black top.
She smiled. "Accha laga? Dekho!", (Do you like it? Have a look) she leaned forward towards him, the pendant in her hands and trying to get it near him for a closer look. He obligingly leaned forward too. Their heads came close together. He was inches from her pendant, and more importantly from her cleavage. He saw the generous curve of her breasts this close. Her womanly perfume wafted into his nostrils. He had never smelt anything so good and his pulse began racing. Shobha noticed the reddening of his face and slowly moved closer to his mouth. He now took the pendant from her for a closer look. It hung on a short chain, and she angled and twisted towards him. Their lips were now inches apart. She cupped his chin gently, preventing him from moving back reflexively. She then nibbled his ear gently. She could sense the rapid breathing and smelled the manly cologne she had gifted him. Bhola - or Bhuvan - drew a deep breath, inhaling her womanly fragrance, closed his eyes to savour this heavenly experience.
Shobha then kissed him at the corner of his mouth, teasing and barely a kiss. His eyes still closed, he turned around and leaned forward for a full kiss. Shobha teasingly pulled back just that fraction, and brushed her lips against his. Her hand instead reached over to his thighs and lightly cupped his crotch. He had a bulge and she prepared to squeeze the bulge.
Just then they heard the footsteps of a returning Chetan and both pulled back quickly. One with reluctance and the other with fright.
Chetan walked in, massaging his neck and grimacing. "Bloody fellows! Can't even let us have dinner in peace."
Shobha gained control quickly and shuffled the plates, now empty. She suggested they move to the balcony with their drinks - something they frequently did - and have Bhuvan join them there. Bhuvan obliged cleaning the table quickly, anything to hide his discomfort and his hard-on.
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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