13-02-2021, 08:45 PM
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A naked Bhola approached his bhabhi, spreadeagled, topless and lying helpless on the bed with her back on her naked husband’s chest and naked herself - except for that panty - but got confused about what to do next. He had, of course, seen plenty of porn clips but nothing prepared him about what to do in this situation.
Chetan, was now squeezing Shobha's breasts - who had stopped resisting - sensed that Bhola was a virgin and confused. It excited him even more that he could now direct the next steps He gestured Bhola to come over. Bhola crawled onto the bed on his knees, between Shobha - and Chetan's legs - and approached Shobha's naked breasts.
Bhola started sucking her breasts and alternated from one to the other. This felt like heaven to him and the smell of Shobha's deodorant and underarm odour began driving him crazy. He was gurgling with joy. Shobha realized Chetan had loosened his ankle lock on her, and she quickly wrapped her legs across Bhola's waist pulling him tightly against her. Bhola now ground his naked cock against Shobha's panty clad pussy and she pulled his head away from her breast and kissed him on his mouth. She was still lying on her back on her naked husband's chest and being dry humped by a naked man who was their servant. She was delirious with ecstasy but also frustrated as Bhola just semed to be merely pushing and rubbing his cock against her panty.
Chetan was getting excited too but the competitive part of his brain kicked in. He wanted a piece of the action too. He didn't want to lose control.
"Bhola, zara hatna", (Bhola, can you move aside)
A confused Bhola paused in instinctive obedience at his master's voice. Shobha however didn't like the interruption and made a face and a protesting noise.
"Bhola, hum dikhate hain kaise kiya jaata hai", said Chetan. (Bhola, Let me show you how it is done)
Chetan gestured to Bhola to sit on the armchair, and the lad reluctantly disengaged. His cock still erect, Bhola awkwardly slithered across to sit at the armchair. He was also curious what strange event would unfurl next.
Shobha has a vague feeling this was again not part of the script but the wetness in her pussy couldn't let her think.
His sexual rival now converted into a spectator observing him from the armchair, Chetan flipped over to a missionary position. In one single smooth motion, he pulled Shobha's panty off and threw it at Chetan who gleefully caught it and rubbed it against his cheeks.
Chetan used his hands to hold Shobha by her ankles and parted her legs roughly. And plunged his cock right into her warm wet welcoming pussy.
Watched by their servant, who was now sniffing his wife's panties, Chetan began fucking his wife.
It was over in a few minutes and Chetan came with a loud grunt. He pulled out at the last minute and spurred his cum all over Shobha's belly and thighs. He groaned in ecstasy and from the corner of his eyes watched Bhola's jaw drop at the live porn play out in front of him.
Chetan's chest swelled with manly pride. This couldn't have gone better. He had done it four times in as many days. It was a new experience and he took near professional pride in staying in control. Like with his job at the MNC bank .
Shobha groaned inward in frustration. She was squirming for a sexual climax, and after the strange series of antics holding out a promise of a tantalizing outcome, it had again ended on a familiar anti climax. She rolled off the bed and rushed out to the bathroom to clean herself.
That left a naked Chetan in the room along with a naked Bhola. His cock now shriveling, Chetan now reclined on the bed, knees up and pulled up the satin duvet covers on the bed to conceal his naked and now limp manhood.
That left a confused Bhola who realized with a sinking feeling that the show had ended faster than he imagined, and with a slow realization that his was just a bit role as supporting cast and not a starring role
For a short while, his slow brain toyed with the hope that bhabhi would return from the bathroom, her make-up restored, and that the movie would continue to a second half like after an interval and that his role could still be promoted to a starring role. A couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence followed by the sound of a shower turned on in the bathroom made him realize the heroine wasn't going to return so soon.
And Chetan, having wrapped himself up to his chest to cover his nakedness, looked at him, shrugging at Bhola as if to say what the hell are you continuing to do in my bedroom? Finally even a rustic Bhola couldn't avoid escaping the obvious hint of having overstayed his welcome.
His hardon had rapidly receded with the exit of the heroine from the main stage. He got up, clumsy and embarrassed about his nakedness, retrieved his briefs and shorts, awkwardly pulled them on, grabbed his previous t shirt, hastily wished his saheb good night and hurried out of the bedroom after a last longing look at the still shut bathroom door
He left but in his clenched fist, he concealed a valuable prize he smuggled out with him - Shobha's used black panties.
Chetan, was now squeezing Shobha's breasts - who had stopped resisting - sensed that Bhola was a virgin and confused. It excited him even more that he could now direct the next steps He gestured Bhola to come over. Bhola crawled onto the bed on his knees, between Shobha - and Chetan's legs - and approached Shobha's naked breasts.
Bhola started sucking her breasts and alternated from one to the other. This felt like heaven to him and the smell of Shobha's deodorant and underarm odour began driving him crazy. He was gurgling with joy. Shobha realized Chetan had loosened his ankle lock on her, and she quickly wrapped her legs across Bhola's waist pulling him tightly against her. Bhola now ground his naked cock against Shobha's panty clad pussy and she pulled his head away from her breast and kissed him on his mouth. She was still lying on her back on her naked husband's chest and being dry humped by a naked man who was their servant. She was delirious with ecstasy but also frustrated as Bhola just semed to be merely pushing and rubbing his cock against her panty.
Chetan was getting excited too but the competitive part of his brain kicked in. He wanted a piece of the action too. He didn't want to lose control.
"Bhola, zara hatna", (Bhola, can you move aside)
A confused Bhola paused in instinctive obedience at his master's voice. Shobha however didn't like the interruption and made a face and a protesting noise.
"Bhola, hum dikhate hain kaise kiya jaata hai", said Chetan. (Bhola, Let me show you how it is done)
Chetan gestured to Bhola to sit on the armchair, and the lad reluctantly disengaged. His cock still erect, Bhola awkwardly slithered across to sit at the armchair. He was also curious what strange event would unfurl next.
Shobha has a vague feeling this was again not part of the script but the wetness in her pussy couldn't let her think.
His sexual rival now converted into a spectator observing him from the armchair, Chetan flipped over to a missionary position. In one single smooth motion, he pulled Shobha's panty off and threw it at Chetan who gleefully caught it and rubbed it against his cheeks.
Chetan used his hands to hold Shobha by her ankles and parted her legs roughly. And plunged his cock right into her warm wet welcoming pussy.
Watched by their servant, who was now sniffing his wife's panties, Chetan began fucking his wife.
It was over in a few minutes and Chetan came with a loud grunt. He pulled out at the last minute and spurred his cum all over Shobha's belly and thighs. He groaned in ecstasy and from the corner of his eyes watched Bhola's jaw drop at the live porn play out in front of him.
Chetan's chest swelled with manly pride. This couldn't have gone better. He had done it four times in as many days. It was a new experience and he took near professional pride in staying in control. Like with his job at the MNC bank .
Shobha groaned inward in frustration. She was squirming for a sexual climax, and after the strange series of antics holding out a promise of a tantalizing outcome, it had again ended on a familiar anti climax. She rolled off the bed and rushed out to the bathroom to clean herself.
That left a naked Chetan in the room along with a naked Bhola. His cock now shriveling, Chetan now reclined on the bed, knees up and pulled up the satin duvet covers on the bed to conceal his naked and now limp manhood.
That left a confused Bhola who realized with a sinking feeling that the show had ended faster than he imagined, and with a slow realization that his was just a bit role as supporting cast and not a starring role
For a short while, his slow brain toyed with the hope that bhabhi would return from the bathroom, her make-up restored, and that the movie would continue to a second half like after an interval and that his role could still be promoted to a starring role. A couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence followed by the sound of a shower turned on in the bathroom made him realize the heroine wasn't going to return so soon.
And Chetan, having wrapped himself up to his chest to cover his nakedness, looked at him, shrugging at Bhola as if to say what the hell are you continuing to do in my bedroom? Finally even a rustic Bhola couldn't avoid escaping the obvious hint of having overstayed his welcome.
His hardon had rapidly receded with the exit of the heroine from the main stage. He got up, clumsy and embarrassed about his nakedness, retrieved his briefs and shorts, awkwardly pulled them on, grabbed his previous t shirt, hastily wished his saheb good night and hurried out of the bedroom after a last longing look at the still shut bathroom door
He left but in his clenched fist, he concealed a valuable prize he smuggled out with him - Shobha's used black panties.
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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