Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Mission accomplished, Bhola stopped licking and pulled himself to lie down next to his bhabhi.

She was panting, and he noticed her face was covered in sweat. Her eyes were closed, she seemed contented and glowing making her look even more beautiful. He snuggled tight against her on his narrow bed, his back against the wall along which the bed was arranged, his head nuzzling bhabhi gently against the neck and his arms cupping her breasts. He was happy to be sleeping naked next to his naked bhabhi. She adjusted herself spoon style, her naked back pressed against his bare chest to maximise her surface area of contact against her skin. Shobha continued lying on her side and slightly relieved that she didn’t have to face him or look her servant in the eye after such a violently embarrassing orgasm.

The next few minutes were spent in complete silence broken only by the sound of Shobha’s breathing as it slowly returned to normal. Both were lost in thoughts at the enormity of what their bodies had done to each other.

Shobha waxed in the realization that this was her first orgasm through cunnilingus and probably her best orgasm ever. Chetan never liked to lick her down there. In the early years of their marriage, at her urging, he kissed and cursorily nuzzled her there but never tried to go all the way in pleasuring her. He always felt oral sex was dirty. After some time, she gave up.

Her mind flashed to an intimate conversation with two of her close friends when over a Friday ladies lunch out, over drinks, they sat discussing their respective post marital sex life. One of them confessed to having used the services of a gigolo. When the other curiously asked her how the experience of cheating the spouse felt like, the first friend retorted that she didn’t think it was cheating and that the gigolo has just pleasured her through cunnilingus. As Shobha, then just in the first year of her marriage sat listening silently but curiously, the other friend seemed to agree that a cunnilingus was worth paying for and didn’t tantamount to infidelity.

Bhola felt his dream had come true. Never in his life had he imagined that the mistress he secretly lusted for, would walk into his room stark naked and let him do things to her body that he had only seen porn stars do to each other in the “blue films” we had watched in those dark, smelly shacks in Jharkhand that screened such flicks for sex starved young men. His cock was still painfully erect and disagreed that the show was over.

Bhola licked the sweat on the side of Shobha’s neck gently, his palms squeezing and playing with her breasts. His cock nestled snugly in the crack of bhabhi’s buttocks and began gently grinding against the ass cheeks perhaps reminding her that this soldier was still attentive and standing erect on duty seeking to be relieved.

Or perhaps demanding a tip from bhabhi for services rendered so far.

As Shobha’s breathing slowly returned to normal, she could not ignore the way Bhola’s erect cock was grinding between her ass cheeks.

Shobha was uncertain what to do next. Till now, she thought of Bhola as nothing more than her sex slave who had pleasured her through cunnilingus to a mind-blowing orgasm. She wondered if she should just get up and walk back to her bedroom leaving Bhola erect and dry. No, she thought, perhaps a hand job would be the best way to close the dalliance. Intercourse with Bhola was something that had crossed her mind but was best avoided, she thought. No, I can’t cross that line, she told herself. My sex slave needs to pleasure me, and not the other way around, she thought. And yes, she longed to hold that thick brown specimen of manhood in her hand one more time.

“Ummmmmm....”, Shobha’s musings were  interrupted as Bhola nibbled behind her ear and licked the back of her neck. Bhola was a virgin and a novice but keenly tuned to pleasing his mistress and had sensed earlier that this part of the anatomy had bhabhi’s sensitive spot.

Shobha was lying on her left side, her back against Bhola’s naked chest and both squeezed together on the single narrow bed. Bhola slipped his left hand under Shobha and cupped her left breast, gently squeezing it rhythmically. He now hugged her tightly against his chest drawing her even closer, while continuing to alternately lick her on the side of the neck and nibble her behind the ear. With his right hand, he grabbed Shobha’s right breast and squeezed hard.

He now had Shobha in a pincer grip.

“Eeeeoooooowwwwww!”, Shobha shrieked softly, and tried to elbow him on his chest but couldn’t get the angle. She slipped her hand behind her back and let it drag on his right abdomen. Bhola knew instinctively where her hand was headed and pushed Shobha gently forward to create the space and ease the path. Shobha’s hand grabbed his erect cock and curled her fingers around the thick hard shaft. And gave him a playful squeeze. This time it was Bhola’s turn to moan. He responded by pinching her right nipple, and then squeezed it crudely between his thumb and forefinger.

“Aaram se, Bhola”, she scolded him, and like a college teacher punishing an errant student by pulling an ear, she yanked hard at his cock and giggled as he squirmed. In response, Bhola bit her earlobe, inhaled the fragrance in her wet hair and followed it with a wet lick of his tongue behind her ears. Shobha could stand no more - she was wrapped up in Bhola’s strong arms, her left breast still being squeezed, her neck and ear lobe being nibbled, her right nipple being twisted and an erect cock jammed hard against her ass. By serendipity or otherwise Bhola has hit all her sex buttons at the same time. Shobha’s biology was stirring her body to yearn for more sexual ministrations.

“Bhabhi ..,.,,”, Bhola whispered softly in her ear.
“Ummmmm....bolo mere Bhola”, (Speak, my Bhola)

“Bhabhi ..... mujhe aapke sath karna hai”, Bhola whispered softly. (Bhabhi, I want to do it with you).

Shobha struggled with a response. Her natural instinct to maintain sexual control was fighting a battle with the way her body was getting unexpectedly turned on under Bhola’s rough ministrations.

She made a decision.