Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Ten minutes later, Shobha finished her shower and stepped out of the bathroom, her hair wet and shampooed, wrapped in just a towel.

She had deliberately taken her time, knowing fully well that Chetan's ardour had cooled along with his discharge and that the romp had to come to a disappointing and unexpected sudden end. The memory of Chetan humping her on their bed and in presence of a stunned Bhola had, of course, aroused her even more that the actual sex itself. Looking past a panting Chetan's shoulder, she remembered making eye contact with Bhola. She revelled in the glazed look in Bhola's eye as he shamelessly massaged his cock over his shorts, unblinkingly watching his saheb ravish his beautiful naked mistress. This voyeurism aroused Shobha even more than the sex with her husband and she savoured the sexual power she held over both of them. She was disappointed when Chetan came too quickly, but with her husband fucking her in plain sight of her servant, she knew a taboo had been broken and new vistas to pleasure opened for future exploration.  

As she walked into the bedroom, she was not surprised to see Chetan gently snoring. That was precisely why she took her time in the shower. She had to resist the urge to use her fingers to pleasure herself. For her husband, the day may have ended but for her the night had just begun. She knew that a long day at work, a couple of strong drinks and sex were as good as sleeping pills for Chetan.

She dropped her towel and gently climbed, naked, on to the bed on her knees, careful not to wake him up. As always, Chetan was naked, sleeping on his back, gently snoring through a half open mouth and with the bed sheet partly covering his hairy, protuberant  belly  Shobha gently pulled down the bed sheet until Chetan's flaccid cock came into view. His cock was covered with the dried up mix of his cum and her own juices. His cock looked so cute, she thought nestling for rest against his balls much like it's spent owner. She was tempted to grab it and fondle it but she didn't want to wake him up.

I want a different cock in my hand for tonight, she thought, giggling to herself.

She replaced the bedsheets gently covering Chetan's modesty, dimmed the bedroom lights, quietly got off the the bed  careful not to disturb her slumbering husband. Stark naked, ignoring the wet towel that lay on the floor, she tip toed her way out of the bedroom.

"Jharkhand, here I come!", she thought smiling to herself.

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Shobha felt a a thrill of excitement as she tiptoed her way in the darkness, stark naked across the corridor to the living room.

A single show lamp gleamed, bathing the empty living room in dim golden light. To her slight disappointment, unlike last night, Bhola wasn't waiting for her here. A warm memory of last night came back to her, moistening her thighs as she recalled holding that gorgeous erect cock in her hand in that very glow. She tiptoed further to the far end of the living room to the small corridor that opened to Bhola's private servant room, and saw a sliver of light at the bottom of a slightly ajar door to the room.

She pushed open the door and was surprised that it wasn’t locked

It was a small room, with clothes strewn untidily on the floor and a single bed lit by a solitary bulb at the far corner. Bhola was lying on the bed on his back, his eyes closed, naked, partly covered with a bedsheet and slowly masturbating himself. The light from the far end made the thin bedsheet glow translucently.  Shobha wetted her lips as she saw the thick outline of Bhola's cock silhouetted against the golden glow of the lamp.

Startled by her gasp, Bhola interrupted his masturbation, opened his eyes and and got shocked at the sight of his mistress intruding into his private room. His eyes widened as he realized she was stark naked. Reflexively, he pulled the bedsheet closer trying to hide his large embarrassment.

"Bhabhi, aap!" , he managed to croak at this unexpected sight. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if it was a wet dream. (Madam, its you!)

"Ssshhhhh", Shobha put a finger to her lips conspiratorially and gently shut the door completely, latched it from inside and stepped closer to Bhola. The room had a dank musty smell to it that comes with poor ventilation and the smell of unwashed laundry, but Shobha didnt mind.

Bhola sprung to his feet, in instinctive deference to his mistress's unexpected presence and clutched a corner of the bedsheet closer to his crotch but insufficient to cover his embarrassingly swollen manhood.

Shobha stepped closer, unmindful of her nakedness, an affectionate smile on her lips and she looked down to longingly gaze at his half concealed erection.

"Mere barein mein soch rahe the?", she asked him with a mischievous smile on her lips and looking down to his manhood as of speaking to it and not to its master (Were you thinking of me?).

Bhola croaked a reply not sure whether to confirm or deny the allegation.

His mistress sat down naked on his bed and next to him and crossed her long legs. Her wet hair fell on either side of her bare shoulders, tantalizingly covering part of her breasts but unable to hide their fullness. Sitting next to her, a dazed Bhola leaned forward and touched her shoulder as if to make sure this wasn't a dream. He tried to brush her wet hair aside to get a better look at those magnified breasts but she playfully swatted his hands aside. Bhola peered forward to peer at her thighs for a closer look at her womanhood but she had her legs crossed at the thighs and her hands clasped together over them denying him that close look. At least, he confirmed, she wasn't wearing her panties. For a brief moment, his brain worried if she had come to retrieve her used panties that he had so carefully purloined. He furtively glanced at the garment that he was so intimately sniffing just before the heroine made a grand entrance into the scene.

The heroine, twisted her seating angle and was focused on a different object of fascination other than her discarded garment - his cock. She gazed at it longingly.

Shobha reached out for his bed sheet that partly covered his nakedness, pulled it off his thighs and tossed it on the floor leaving Bhola completely naked and sitting next to her. She then rotated her body to face Bhola, lifted her hands to her head to tie her loose wet hair into a neat bun. That act opened up her gorgeous breasts for Bhola's gaze along with her clean shaven armpits. Bhola gawked at her naked globes admiring once again their roundness, the neatly circular areola with a crowning erect nipple at the centre.

Shobha reached out and grasped the object of her lust, and she felt his organ shudder at her touch. She longed to caress it but the lessons from last night swiftly flashed into her brain. In just a couple of nights, she felt she was qualified to do a PhD on the two cocks in her home and she didn't want  another premature climax. Slow and steady, she told herself and withdrew her hand much to Bhola's disappointment.

Shobha leaned forward and kissed Bhola.

He had a nice mouth with thick lips, but lacked the technique to respond to her kiss. He tried sucking her mouth, and his amateur ardour excited her. Her naked breasts were squashed against his broad chest and she found his hands slipping down to  cup and squeeze them. She moaned, broke the kiss and leaned her head back, resting her weight on her hands on the bed behind her back, thus allowing him unhindered access to her breasts. Sensing his hesitation, she pulled his head to her breasts.  He readily cooperated, burying his head between her breasts sucking and squeezing them alternately. She moaned and felt the wetness grow between her thighs and demand attention.

Still holding Bhola tight against her breasts, Shobha leaned back to lie down on the bed, pulling Bhola down with her. Bhola helpfully placed a pillow under the head and the act caused her bun to come undone spilling her wet hair across the pillow.

Bhola pulled back and and forced his knees between her legs. Shobha cooperated by spreading her legs apart. Bhola's knees were now wedged between her legs and Bhola raised himself on his knees, his hands on his thighs and looked down at his naked mistress lying on her back in his bed. She had her eyes half closed and looked like a goddess. Her lips were moist, her beautiful face framed by her thick wet hair that coiled around on the pillow and on the bed. Her arms were raised above her head and clasped together at the wrist. Shobha used to be told by her female friends in college that her best feature on her body were her breasts, and motherhood had further accentuated their fullness. Luscious, creamy and full - medium sized, not too large, they retained their roundness despite Shobha being on her back and were now fully exposed to Bhola who was on his knees and straddling her between her legs. Her smooth shaven armpits accentuated her flawless skin.

Bhola's lust-filled gaze traversed down to her flat stomach and the deep navel. Her waist had a gentle roll of fat - her only concession to motherhood. Her lower belly had a lighter shade of skin around the parts usually covered by a panty, and Bhola could see a thin light reddish line marking the outline on the skin where the panty usually ended. Bhola's gaze traveled down to the forbidden area he had never seen in a real woman so far  Shobha maintained a trimmed pussy and the sparse jet black hair contrasted with the fairness of her skin. Her pussy lips were thick, a slightly different shade of creamy brown and even in the dim yellow light of the servant room, glistened with moistness. Bhola's knees were locked and pressed against her pubis denying him - for now - the wondrous details that lay down for further exploration. Shobha had drawn up her legs on either side of Bhola's waist, and he supported himself in that rather awkward kneeling position by grasping Shobha's own knees.

Bhola licked his lips involuntarily as his wide open eyes unblinkingly drank in every detail of his naked mistress's body pinned on his bed and right in front on him. He felt like a starving kid walking into an extravagant buffet spread and unable to decide where to start and what to do next.

Shobha was herself aroused but alert enough to sense the welter of emotions running through Bhola's simple head. This was precisely what turned her on so much about the prospect of seducing Bhola - he was a simpleton, conditioned to be subservient by nature, with no sexual experience but very masculine and in awe of her own womanhood. Teasing him sexually with her exhibitionism turned on the latent streak she always knew she had in her. However the enforced privacy and confinement of a lockdown brought to fore another secret fantasy of hers - having her own private Male sex slave who would be at her beck and control, and on her command do every dirty little action that would pleasure her body in a way that she now regretfully realized her husband would never be able to do.

She had been an HR Manager and had seen interns get moulded into obedience from the time they walked in to work. She thought of Bhola as her own private intern to be moulded into her own sex slave. Her husband being around the house was just a nuisance that needed to be managed.

"Soch rahe ho ki kahan se shuru karna hai? Mein batati hoon. Jaise mein kehti hoon, waise karo." (Thinking where to start? I will tell you  just do as I tell you), and then added to emphasize her control, "Zyada sochna mat" (Don't think much) and then a bit helpfully to ease any fright the lad might have, "Saheb so rahe hain" (Saheb is sleeping). Bhola perked up at the last bit and relaxed with the realization that he just had to follow instructions.

Shobha raised her hands, pulled down Bhola by his shoulder and locked her legs around his waist. Bhola was now lying on top of her and she felt his stiff manhood against her thighs and belly. She resisted the temptation to pay attention to his manhood - save the best for later, she reminded herself. She adjusted herself till she felt comfortable with the partial weight of his torso against her chest. Her breasts were squashed against his chest, but it felt snug and intimate.

She kissed him again, this time slowly. She had much earlier got over any aversion of kissing a servant. She was instead kissing a handsome specimen of masculinity, and initiating the kiss was her way of marking her domination over him. She took her time exploring his thick lips. Bhola kissed back making up in energy what he lacked in technique. She then prised his lips apart, which he did willingly, and she pushed her tongue inside his mouth. Bhola shivered at the new sensation of feeling his mistress's tongue and saliva against his own. He was also being assailed by the perfumed fragrance of his bhabhi's wet shampooed hair and the intoxicating smell of her underarm. The silence in the room was broken by the slurping sound of some noisy kissing.

After a few minutes, she broke off the kiss and pushed his head down to her breasts. Bhola adjusted his straddling position, latched on to her breasts with both hands and squeezed them gently. He took her moans as a sign of encouragement and squeezed harder. "Aur zor se", she breathlessly egged him on. Bhola was only too delighted to squeeze her breasts manfully. He followed it up with alternately kissing both nipples, gently at first and then as his own instinct began to take over, chewed gingerly at the erect tips.

Shobha cried with the sudden pain, and he paused with concern.

"Dont stop, Bhola, Karte jao jab tak mein nahin bolti", she whispered. (Keep doing it till i tell you). Bhola resumed squeezing her breasts, only harder and alternated with sucking and chewing each swollen nipple. Shobha cried with both pain and pleasure.

This was what Shobha always wanted. Chetan was too gentle and too minimal in his foreplay, and she had always longed for rough treatment. And Bhola was giving it.

After a few minutes however, her breasts begged for relief. Moaning and her eyes now closed, she turned on her back. Bhola was now presented with the sight of her smooth back, tapering to a slim waist and broad fleshy buttocks. Bhola began kissing and licking her back starting from her shoulder. He nuzzled her neck, and the way bhabhi shivered and moaned loudly told him she was particularly sensitive here. He licked her behind her ears, surprised by the way she squirmed and then giggled. He realised that this was much to her liking. Bhola's cock was now pressing against Shobha's ass cheeks but she kept her thighs together not wanting to hurry to the main course.

Bhola licked every square inch of his bhabhi's bare back from the neck down to her buttocks. At her buttocks, he began kissing them and squeezing them, like he did with her breasts. He parted the cheeks of her buttock and was rewarded with the sight of her tight brown puckered anus. Bhola kissed her there, his tongue massaging the sensitive skin around the perimeter and Shobha clenched and unclenched her ass muscles. This was new to her and Chetan had never given her that attention down there.

Having wetted that area with his saliva, Bhola paused and examined the masterpiece while his hands continued kneading and squeezing his mistress's buttocks. He had pulled apart her ass cheeks and found her entire butt crack gleaming with his saliva. He probed the brown puckered ring of her anus and gently pushed a finger in. Shobha reacted strongly. She loved it when he licked her down there but felt uncomfortable to push that boundary further and asked him to stop. He obediently complied.

By now Bhola was sitting next to Shobha, who continued lying on her stomach and her head resting on her chin in the pillow. The pillow smelt bad and unwashed but she didn’t care. Bhola had his long muscular legs on Shobha's lower legs, partly pinning her down. Bhola's probing of his bhabhi’s anus thwarted, he resumed exploring the rest of the nether region. He could see her thick pussy lips and touched it with his index finger. It felt wet and sticky and even in the dim light, Bhola noted the damp spot that had formed on his bedsheet. Bhola probed with his finger and parted the pussy lips. Bhola's finger went deep, and Shobha’s loud moaning told him this was something she liked.

He rubbed his finger around the area, and Shobha half-consciously lifted her buttocks to allow him better access. Bhola felt his finger get sticky and a new strange odour came to his nostrils. He withdrew his finger and saw it was coated with a mucus. Intrigued, he licked it and found it tasted strange, not unpleasant. Lust and curiosity filled him and he peered for a closer look at the junction of her thighs. Her raised buttocks allowed him to inspect the thick pussy lips closely, but the dim light wasn't sufficient.

Impatient, Bhola pulled Shobha who rolled over to her back, chest up, her knees locked together and her ankles touching her buttocks. Bhola pulled apart her knees roughly and Shobha parted her legs unable to resist the force. Her pussy was now for the first time exposed to Bhola. As of drawn by a magnet, Bhola buried his face between her thighs. Bold and shameless till now, Shobha felt a shiver of embarrassment at this intimate action and reflexively covered her face with her palms.

She was reminded of the scene from a porn film about Tarzan and Jane, that she had watched with her hostel friends in her college days. Tarzan had just rescued Jane from a peril, and Jane was naked and unconscious before him. Never having seen a woman before, much less a beautiful and naked woman, a jungle-bred Tarzan pushes the unconscious Jane to her back, spreads her thighs and commences a gynecological-like examination of her pussy. Shobha vividly recalled masturbating later in the privacy of her room, replaying that scene again and again in her feverish imagination.

Go on, my handsome Tarzan, I am your Jane, she told herself.

But there was a difference. This Jane wanted to call the shots and tell her Tarzan what to do next to her.