14-03-2021, 11:19 PM
Bhola walked in nervously balancing a tray containing two mugs of coffee with biscuits, He found both Chetan and Shobha half-sitting half-lying on their bed, next to each other and a large double duvet drawn up to their waist. It was a Sunday ritual for the couple to have coffee served in bed, and he hadn’t realised that the husband had beaten him to it.
Like with sex, and like last night, Shobha didn’t mind a second round served by Bhola after a first round served by her husband. She gestured him to refill her cup.
Bhola noticed his bhabhi was wearing a nightgown that came up her neck. That was unusual and he never remembered her without a little bit of décolletage. The high neck coverage however only ended up accentuating her full figure and the way the silk fabric molded to her breasts, it was obvious she wasn’t wasn’t wearing a bra.
Bhola felt a frisson of pleasure at the recollection of events the night before and the savage pleasure he felt when he had squeezed and mauled those breasts with the very hands with which he now came to serve her coffee. He hesitated to look into her eyes, and when he finally did, he noticed that she was bold in making eye contact and had a half-smile. That look made him nervous and he glanced at saheb. Chetan was fiddling with his smartphone completely ignoring Bhola.
Bhola handed over the coffee mugs to both husband and wife, and noticed the bump on bhabhi’s forehead.
“Chot kaise lagi, bhabhi?”, he asked innocently? (How did you get hurt?)
Shobha didn’t reply but scowled at him and then glanced at her husband who seemed distracted with his mobile phone. It had beeped an important incoming email for him.
Bhola sensed saheb’s distraction, took a chance and asked slyly, “Bhabhi, raat ka khana kaise laga?”. (Madam, how was the food last night?). In reality, Chetan had skipped dinner busy as he was with his office call and Shobha had eaten only a light supper of some leftovers from the previous day.
Shobha caught on to the game quickly. “Khana zabardast tha, but thoda teekha tha”, (The food was terrific but a bit spicy) and then added suggestively, “Agli baar, masala thoda kum dalna. Aur pooch ke dalna”. She dragged the last sentence and particularly the last word. (Next time hold back the spice and ask me before you put it in).
Bhola was a college dropout but it doesn’t need much education to smell a double entendre coming down his street.
Like a batsman faced with a full toss, he swung his bat lustily at it.
“Sorry, bhabhi, kya hai naa hamare Jharkhand style mein aisa hi hota hai.” (Sorry bhabhi, but you know this is the way it is in Jharkhand style)and then plunged deeper into the game, “Lekin aapko Jharkhand style pasand aya naa?” (But you liked it Jharkhand style, didn’t you?).
Shobha wasn’t the one to back off. “Jharkhand style ki aadat nahin hai naa. Isliye thoda kam zabardast parosna agli baar”, and then added a tad sternly, “Nahin toh hum khane pe nahin aayenge. Mauka nahin mikega agli baar”. (I am not used to Jharkhand style. So next time, serve it less strong. Else I wont come to get served next time. And you won’t get a chance again).
Bhola sensed the threat but gauged happily that bhabhi was hinting at continuing future dalliances.
“Sorry, bhabhi. Nahin to agli baar Bangalore style mein hi rakhein”. (Sorry bhabhi, else we can keep it next time to Bangalore style).
Shobha made a frowning face and from the corner of her eye saw that Chetan was busy typing on his phone and took her chances, “Arre Bhola, Bangalore style mein kha kha ke toh mein bore ho gayi. Thoda variety chahiye naa, khas karke is lockdown mein. Isiliye toh tumko mauka diya kuch alag se khilane ka”. (Bhola, what’s there in Bangalore style. I am bored of it now. I need some variety, especially with this lockdown. That’s why you got a chance to serve something different).
Bhola gulped at his mistress’s boldness, losing some steam in the process. Here she was, sharing a bed with her husband after having fucked with him last night and suggestively explaining to him in her husband’s earshot why she did it.
The next delivery he managed to bowl was a rather straight one.
“Samajh gaye, bhabhi. Jaise aapko pasand aaye, waise hi khana banayenge aap ke liye.”, (Understood bhabhi! I will serve you the way you want to be served) and then implored her, “Par mauka zarroor di jiyega. Hum aapki seva mein haazir hain” (Please do give me a chance. I am at your duty!)
Chetan had by now finished reading his email. His head office had confirmed support for the COVID restructuring proposal and proposed to start negotiations with the client next week. That meant a busy week ahead but also gave him a chance for him to make his mark for that coveted fast track promotion. Chetan was quietly pleased and now in a good mood. He returned enthusiastically to the centre court, paying attention to the banter that seemed to be flowing around him.
“Kya baat chal rahi hai, Bhola?”, (What are you guys discussing, Bhola?) he said, paying attention to Bhola for the first time, and taking a sip of coffee enquired, “Kya khane ki baat chal rahi thi, Mene to kuch special nahi khaya”. (What food are you guys talking about. I don’t remember eating anything special.)
Shobha”s thigh was in light contact with Chetan, with both of them in a half sitting, half lying position on the bed, their back supported by a pillow. A single double duvet covered their lower part pulled up to their respective waists. Shobha let her left hand slide under the bedspread and reached out to Chetan’s pyjama and gently dipped in. Chetan squirmed but in front of Bhola held himself back and kept a straight face.
“Aap toh hamesha office ke kaam mein busy rehte ho. Aap ko toh bhookh bhi nahin lagti. Hame bhookha rehna padta hai aapke chakkar mein. So yesterday I asked Bhola to serve me something. Something different. Jharkhand style” (You are always busy with your office work. And you dont feel hungry. And I have to stay hungry because of you! So I asked Bhola yesterday to serve me something different Jharkhand style)
“Never heard of Jharkhand style cooking. How was it Janu?”, he asked with innocent curiosity and taking another sip.
Shobha’s hand was groping inside Chetan’s pyjamas and a finger traced his flaccid cock.
“Very different. A bit strong and hot. Definitely different”, Shobha answered truthfully.
“Kyon Bhola? Thoda zyada teekha tha na? Agli baar Bhola thoda kum mirchi dalega. Promise, na, Bhola?”, she said sweetly, looking at Bhola with that same sly smile even as she gently encircled Chetan’s penis with her palm under the bed cover. (Why, Bhola? Wasnt it too hot? Next time, add less spices. Promise me, ok?)
By now, all this double talk was beginning to give Bhola a hard on. He was standing with his back to the wall, facing the couple and he now crossed his hands in front of his crotch to hide his growing hardness. Shobha didn’t miss his discomfort and it made her gleeful.
“To aaj bhi hum khana bana dein? Aapke liye table tayaar rakhenge”, Bhola was making an attempt to regain lost ground to match his mistress’s double talk. (Shall I cook the dish tonight too? Can I keep the table ready for you?)
Shobha decided to keep Bhola guessing. “Abki baar saheb bhi aayenge khane ke liye. Samjhe?” (Next time saheb will also join us)
That left Bhola a bit confused. What did this mean? Surely bhabhi wasn’t going to bring her husband to his room? Chetan had a certain snooty style around him, picked up from his MNC corporate banking culture and Bhola intimidated in Chetan’s presence.
Pressing ahead in his eagerness, he sought confirmation of what enticement the evening ahead held out for him. “Toh teen logon ka khana bana dein aaj raat ko”, he asked a bit cautiously. (Shall I make food for three people tonight?)
Shobha instinctively knew how to shift the power equation back in her favour.
Her short career in HR had taught her the skill of exercising soft power by withholding gratification to a hapless subject when most expecting it.
Keep the men guessing so that you can keep teasing them.
Also Chetan’s cock was only half erect and she knew the limits of her husband’s sexual prowess. He had already done it three nights in a row. His little fellow needed a breather. In corporate HR lingo, they had a phrase that best described it - R&R. Rest & Recovery. Also her own body was aching and she certainly didn’t want any of her partners to see the bruises on her body.
“Shayad aaj nahin. Aaj mood nahin banega”, she withdrew her hand leaving Chetan’s half erect cock. (Maybe not tonight. Not in the mood).
Shobha yawned and stretched her arms over her head. The gesture stretched the fabric over her breasts again profiling her erect nipples. She shrugged, broke eye contact with Bhola and feigned indifference, her body language indicating the conversation with Bhola was over and dismissing him from her presence.
A disappointed Bhola reluctantly collected the tray and empty cups and exited the room.
Shobha smiled to herself at the way she had managed to wrest the advantage from both men, She languorously tied her hair into a bun over her head, and tossed away the bed spread revealing her long shapely legs. She got up and headed for the bathroom.
“Janu, why are you limping?” a concerned Chetan asked noticing her discomfort.
“Baby, I stubbed my toe when I bumped my head last night”.
“Take care, Janu. Looks like you had a busy night last night”.
Yes baby, you bet I had a busy night last night!, thought Shobha smiling to herself as she got into the bathroom and shut the door firmly behind her.
Like with sex, and like last night, Shobha didn’t mind a second round served by Bhola after a first round served by her husband. She gestured him to refill her cup.
Bhola noticed his bhabhi was wearing a nightgown that came up her neck. That was unusual and he never remembered her without a little bit of décolletage. The high neck coverage however only ended up accentuating her full figure and the way the silk fabric molded to her breasts, it was obvious she wasn’t wasn’t wearing a bra.
Bhola felt a frisson of pleasure at the recollection of events the night before and the savage pleasure he felt when he had squeezed and mauled those breasts with the very hands with which he now came to serve her coffee. He hesitated to look into her eyes, and when he finally did, he noticed that she was bold in making eye contact and had a half-smile. That look made him nervous and he glanced at saheb. Chetan was fiddling with his smartphone completely ignoring Bhola.
Bhola handed over the coffee mugs to both husband and wife, and noticed the bump on bhabhi’s forehead.
“Chot kaise lagi, bhabhi?”, he asked innocently? (How did you get hurt?)
Shobha didn’t reply but scowled at him and then glanced at her husband who seemed distracted with his mobile phone. It had beeped an important incoming email for him.
Bhola sensed saheb’s distraction, took a chance and asked slyly, “Bhabhi, raat ka khana kaise laga?”. (Madam, how was the food last night?). In reality, Chetan had skipped dinner busy as he was with his office call and Shobha had eaten only a light supper of some leftovers from the previous day.
Shobha caught on to the game quickly. “Khana zabardast tha, but thoda teekha tha”, (The food was terrific but a bit spicy) and then added suggestively, “Agli baar, masala thoda kum dalna. Aur pooch ke dalna”. She dragged the last sentence and particularly the last word. (Next time hold back the spice and ask me before you put it in).
Bhola was a college dropout but it doesn’t need much education to smell a double entendre coming down his street.
Like a batsman faced with a full toss, he swung his bat lustily at it.
“Sorry, bhabhi, kya hai naa hamare Jharkhand style mein aisa hi hota hai.” (Sorry bhabhi, but you know this is the way it is in Jharkhand style)and then plunged deeper into the game, “Lekin aapko Jharkhand style pasand aya naa?” (But you liked it Jharkhand style, didn’t you?).
Shobha wasn’t the one to back off. “Jharkhand style ki aadat nahin hai naa. Isliye thoda kam zabardast parosna agli baar”, and then added a tad sternly, “Nahin toh hum khane pe nahin aayenge. Mauka nahin mikega agli baar”. (I am not used to Jharkhand style. So next time, serve it less strong. Else I wont come to get served next time. And you won’t get a chance again).
Bhola sensed the threat but gauged happily that bhabhi was hinting at continuing future dalliances.
“Sorry, bhabhi. Nahin to agli baar Bangalore style mein hi rakhein”. (Sorry bhabhi, else we can keep it next time to Bangalore style).
Shobha made a frowning face and from the corner of her eye saw that Chetan was busy typing on his phone and took her chances, “Arre Bhola, Bangalore style mein kha kha ke toh mein bore ho gayi. Thoda variety chahiye naa, khas karke is lockdown mein. Isiliye toh tumko mauka diya kuch alag se khilane ka”. (Bhola, what’s there in Bangalore style. I am bored of it now. I need some variety, especially with this lockdown. That’s why you got a chance to serve something different).
Bhola gulped at his mistress’s boldness, losing some steam in the process. Here she was, sharing a bed with her husband after having fucked with him last night and suggestively explaining to him in her husband’s earshot why she did it.
The next delivery he managed to bowl was a rather straight one.
“Samajh gaye, bhabhi. Jaise aapko pasand aaye, waise hi khana banayenge aap ke liye.”, (Understood bhabhi! I will serve you the way you want to be served) and then implored her, “Par mauka zarroor di jiyega. Hum aapki seva mein haazir hain” (Please do give me a chance. I am at your duty!)
Chetan had by now finished reading his email. His head office had confirmed support for the COVID restructuring proposal and proposed to start negotiations with the client next week. That meant a busy week ahead but also gave him a chance for him to make his mark for that coveted fast track promotion. Chetan was quietly pleased and now in a good mood. He returned enthusiastically to the centre court, paying attention to the banter that seemed to be flowing around him.
“Kya baat chal rahi hai, Bhola?”, (What are you guys discussing, Bhola?) he said, paying attention to Bhola for the first time, and taking a sip of coffee enquired, “Kya khane ki baat chal rahi thi, Mene to kuch special nahi khaya”. (What food are you guys talking about. I don’t remember eating anything special.)
Shobha”s thigh was in light contact with Chetan, with both of them in a half sitting, half lying position on the bed, their back supported by a pillow. A single double duvet covered their lower part pulled up to their respective waists. Shobha let her left hand slide under the bedspread and reached out to Chetan’s pyjama and gently dipped in. Chetan squirmed but in front of Bhola held himself back and kept a straight face.
“Aap toh hamesha office ke kaam mein busy rehte ho. Aap ko toh bhookh bhi nahin lagti. Hame bhookha rehna padta hai aapke chakkar mein. So yesterday I asked Bhola to serve me something. Something different. Jharkhand style” (You are always busy with your office work. And you dont feel hungry. And I have to stay hungry because of you! So I asked Bhola yesterday to serve me something different Jharkhand style)
“Never heard of Jharkhand style cooking. How was it Janu?”, he asked with innocent curiosity and taking another sip.
Shobha’s hand was groping inside Chetan’s pyjamas and a finger traced his flaccid cock.
“Very different. A bit strong and hot. Definitely different”, Shobha answered truthfully.
“Kyon Bhola? Thoda zyada teekha tha na? Agli baar Bhola thoda kum mirchi dalega. Promise, na, Bhola?”, she said sweetly, looking at Bhola with that same sly smile even as she gently encircled Chetan’s penis with her palm under the bed cover. (Why, Bhola? Wasnt it too hot? Next time, add less spices. Promise me, ok?)
By now, all this double talk was beginning to give Bhola a hard on. He was standing with his back to the wall, facing the couple and he now crossed his hands in front of his crotch to hide his growing hardness. Shobha didn’t miss his discomfort and it made her gleeful.
“To aaj bhi hum khana bana dein? Aapke liye table tayaar rakhenge”, Bhola was making an attempt to regain lost ground to match his mistress’s double talk. (Shall I cook the dish tonight too? Can I keep the table ready for you?)
Shobha decided to keep Bhola guessing. “Abki baar saheb bhi aayenge khane ke liye. Samjhe?” (Next time saheb will also join us)
That left Bhola a bit confused. What did this mean? Surely bhabhi wasn’t going to bring her husband to his room? Chetan had a certain snooty style around him, picked up from his MNC corporate banking culture and Bhola intimidated in Chetan’s presence.
Pressing ahead in his eagerness, he sought confirmation of what enticement the evening ahead held out for him. “Toh teen logon ka khana bana dein aaj raat ko”, he asked a bit cautiously. (Shall I make food for three people tonight?)
Shobha instinctively knew how to shift the power equation back in her favour.
Her short career in HR had taught her the skill of exercising soft power by withholding gratification to a hapless subject when most expecting it.
Keep the men guessing so that you can keep teasing them.
Also Chetan’s cock was only half erect and she knew the limits of her husband’s sexual prowess. He had already done it three nights in a row. His little fellow needed a breather. In corporate HR lingo, they had a phrase that best described it - R&R. Rest & Recovery. Also her own body was aching and she certainly didn’t want any of her partners to see the bruises on her body.
“Shayad aaj nahin. Aaj mood nahin banega”, she withdrew her hand leaving Chetan’s half erect cock. (Maybe not tonight. Not in the mood).
Shobha yawned and stretched her arms over her head. The gesture stretched the fabric over her breasts again profiling her erect nipples. She shrugged, broke eye contact with Bhola and feigned indifference, her body language indicating the conversation with Bhola was over and dismissing him from her presence.
A disappointed Bhola reluctantly collected the tray and empty cups and exited the room.
Shobha smiled to herself at the way she had managed to wrest the advantage from both men, She languorously tied her hair into a bun over her head, and tossed away the bed spread revealing her long shapely legs. She got up and headed for the bathroom.
“Janu, why are you limping?” a concerned Chetan asked noticing her discomfort.
“Baby, I stubbed my toe when I bumped my head last night”.
“Take care, Janu. Looks like you had a busy night last night”.
Yes baby, you bet I had a busy night last night!, thought Shobha smiling to herself as she got into the bathroom and shut the door firmly behind her.
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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