Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Bhola started with the flat of her soles. As he pressed on her soles, he noted her tender pedicured feet. He then moved to her ankle, and then to her calf muscles and then the back of her knees. His heart began beating wildly as he moved up her thighs. This also gave him the right angle to look at her ass, barely covered by her black thigh length gown. The gown was diaphanous and he could see the panty outline and the creamy cheeks of her ass where the panty failed to cover them. By now, he had a hard on. With his mistress on her stomach lying on the bed, her head nestled on her elbows and eyes half-closed, he didn't have to hide his erection. And when she gently moaned, he felt encouraged to advance higher on her thighs

"Mein yeh gown utaar doon?Tumhe kam pareshani hogi", said Shobha mirroring the sinful thought in Bhola's head. (Shall I take off this gown? You will have less trouble then.)

Bhola mumbled his approval, and Shobha raised herself partly, pulled the offending gown off her shoulder in one single smooth action and carelessly tossed it across the room. She was now in just a black panty and matching black bra, and resumed her face down position lying on her stomach. Bhola's heart was now beating wildly, his hardon painful to bear and he squatted delicately on the back of her knees his eyes drinking in the lascivious sight.

Shobha's black panty was embroidered and covered only two thirds of her buttocks. She had a smooth creamy back interrupted only by the thin strap of her black bra. Mustering courage, Bhola grabbed her ass cheeks in the palms of both his hands and squeezed. Shobha let out a moan and Bhola doubled his vigour. He pulled the panty upwards, right over the crack of her ass ravishing as much of her naked buttocks as he could with his ravenous eyes. He let his palms slide up over her curved waist and squeezed the gentle roll of fat on the side of her waist. He was rewarded by more moaning. Like a conquering army, his palms rolled upwards and over her bra towards her shoulder. To reach over to her shoulder, he had to lean forward, and his hardon pressed hard against her thighs. He was now practically lying on top of her, careful to support his weight on his own thighs which now straddled either side of Shobha's naked thighs.

He then mustered more courage.

"Bhabhi, aapki bra......" , he stuttered. (Bhabhi, your bra).

She responded to his incomplete request by freeing one hand, reaching out behind her back and unhooking the bra. She let the two straps lie loosely and he happily parted them for an unfettered view to her bare back now.

Bhola was now practically lying on top of a semi-naked Shobha, who was clad only in enticing black panties and her modesty protected by an unhooked bra as she continued to lie on her chest.

It was the season of courage. Bhola now leaned forward and kissed her on the small of her back.

She moaned and squirmed but didn't protest. An emboldened Bhola continued kissing all over her back, his own hard -on now squeezed hard against her her panty clad buttocks. Shobha had her eyes c!osed, her face resting on the bed on her chin as she felt herself go wet. Bhola's kissing moved up over the back of her neck and just below her ears. She was particularly sensitive there and she felt that tightening in her abdomen as her breath became increasingly shallow.

Bhola then made his master move.

Easing back on his knees to gain leverage, he grabbed his mistress by her legs just below the knees and in one powerful swoop, he flipped her over on her back. Shobha gave a small shriek as the act of flipping her unexpectedly on her back dislodged the unclasped bra exposing her naked breasts to Bhola.

Bhola drunk in the sight. Shobha was blessed with medium large sized breasts. Motherhood had given them a gentle swelling but without loss of firmness. She always knew her crown jewels were her areola and nipples. Her areola were perfectly circular, light brown and in contrast to her creamy fair breasts and tipped by nipples that were a much darker share of brown. Shocked by Bhola's sudden rough action, Shobha gained her senses and modestly covered her breasts by crossing her hands over them but not before Bhola got a good look.

Bhola forcibly brushed aside her hands as they sought to protect her modesty, pinning them down by her side  Shobha struggled and squirmed, holding herself back from screaming. She managed to free her hands but Bhola swatted them away from a second attempt to cover her naked breasts.  His eyes were now hungrily devouring his topless mistress. He was now astride her waist, one leg on either side, and had her pinned down on her back, topless. Shobha gave up her struggle and having failed to cover her breasts, now instead closed her eyes in an attempt at modesty.

Bhola began squeezing Shobha's breasts. Her moaning intensified. She was now tossing her head from side to side, eyes closed, her lips wet and parted and her hands stretched out flat on the bed, her fingers tightly gripping the bedsheet. Bhola's strong muscular hands continued to maul her breasts brutally squeezing them with both hands as if he were kneading dough.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE!!!", shouted Chetan at the top of his voice fuming from where he was standing at the door to the bedroom stunned at the spectacle on their bed involving a nearly naked wide and their servant.