Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Fifteen minutes passed after Chetan's vigorous thrusts ended in a one sided climax leaving Shobha - yet again - unsatisfied. Soon he was snoring leaving Shobha alone with her thoughts. Mentally, she ticked off his sexual performance. After all she was an HR Manager before taking a career break for Bunty. Three on Five for effort but One on Five for results. His sexual ardour had certainly increased in the last one week since lockdown but he still wasn't able to - or couldn't - satisfy her. The presence of a younger, fitter and more virile male, the strange forced intimacy and privacy that the lockdown produced through forced confinement as well as the intimate encounters - partly engineered and partly spontaneous - between the couple and the young male servant clearly aroused husband and wife. Their love making frequency had increased but pity Chetan didn't or couldn't still get her to a sexual climax.

She sighed and decided to have a quick hot shower before trying to get to sleep. As the hotspray of the shower hit her naked body in the privacy of her bathroom, her thoughts turned to Bhola and her mind recalled the sight of his erect cock and fit body.

She remembered he had a cute round tightly muscled ass - and reminded her so much about the handsome intern who joined her department and flirted with her. And with whom she flirted back. Shobha's fingers involuntarily went to her pussy and she now turned on the hand faucet to jet mode aiming the water stream to her pussy lips and clitoris.

Her mind alternated between memory of the handsome intern and Bhola. She realized both had that rugged look in common. Both had a great body. Both were at least ten years younger than her. Both were lower down in the power equation versus her. Bhola was a complete simpleton, of course. She had correctly surmised that he was totally smitten with her. She derived a huge kick out of teasing Bhola. Just like with that handsome intern.

Just like with the intern whom she teased with that one unbutton undone on her white blouse when she asked him one day to help her with a minor computer problem. To help her, the intern had to peer at the screen over her shoulder. With that extra button undone, he could look deep into her generous cleavage and smell her alluring perfume. She noticed his discomfiture after a minute when he shuffled uncomfortably trying to hide a very obvious hardon. She innocently continued to tease him further, now with a pencil gently moving to and fro between her full lips, looking innocently into his eyes and voiced the double meaning question, "Is there a hardware problem? ". He obviously caught the inflection in her pronunciation on the hardware and shuffled back, his face red. Shobha derived a kick out of teasing him.

He knew she was teasing him, and more importantly he knew that she knew that he knew. Men were all the same, she thought. You had to push their buttons the right way and the blood would move from their brains to their dick making them putty in a woman's hands.

Still lost in those thoughts, Shobha dried herself with a towel, wrapped it around her naked body and stepped back into the bedroom. That's when she saw Bhola's discarded jeans on the floor. The hapless fellow had exited clumsily - and naked - just clutching his briefs and t shirt. She picked it up and walked into the living room intending to leave it outside the door to his room for him to pick it up the next morning.

As she walked into the living room headed towards the passage way to the servant room, she paused startled.