Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

Opening her wardrobe, Shobha chose to wear a simple but snugly fitting yellow colour full-sleeved full-neck cotton kurti with a tight churidar legging. The kurti flattered her hourglass  figure without showing much skin. After two days of debauchery, a traditional attire seemed appropriate. She brushed her hair until it gleamed . She noted that the thin yellow cotton of the kurti revealed the black bra against her fair skin. She added a small black bindi, a dash of sindoor and accessorized it with large traditional earrings.

Sanskari but sexy, she thought and smiled as she twirled and admired herself in the mirror.

She checked on her two-year son who was happily playing with Chetan - a familiar Sunday morning routine. Her husband raised an appreciative eyebrow at his gorgeous wife. After some small talk and gathering his preference for lunch, she retreated to the kitchen even as his eyes appreciatively followed her sexily swaying ass and long legs.

At the kitchen, her heart beat accelerated when she saw Bhola waiting for her. Bhola took in her traditional attire and she felt his gaze lingered a bit longer than usual as he checked our his bhabhi’s snugly covered bosom, before lowering his head.

Shobha had steeled herself for the first occasion in the morning when she would find herself alone with Bhola in the kitchen after their wild romp last night. It was her normal daily routine to meet Bhola in the kictchen in the morning as she planned the menu for the family and gave Bhola errands to run for the rest of the day. Seeing Bhola, a fleeting vision from last night flashed in front of her eyes. She was stark naked, bent over the crumpled bed in his smelly room, her smooth and plump buttocks exposed to him while he grabbed her by her hair and mounted her from behind, his thick brown and hot cock pumping in and out of her pussy. She took a deep breath and pulled herself together and hoped Bhola didn’t notice the shiver that had passed through her body.

Bhola seemed a bit surprised himself at how the slut from last night who had shamelessly tugged his cock and mounted him last night, bouncing up and down wantonly on his cock - a cock that was virgin until then - had now so seamlessly transitioned into a Sati Savitri. Bhabhi now seemed like one of those demure characters from one of Ekta Kapoor’s saas bahu TV serials, complete with bindi and earrings. His slow brain wondered if last night was a mere dream and that daylight has dumped him back into his drudgery. And then the confident memory of Shobha’s panty secretly hidden under the pillow in his bed, and the distinct recollection of the morning conversation dripping with double entendre’s while he served her coffee reminded him that happy days - or happy nights - very much real.

Shobha did not miss a beat. She had to maintain her poise, and that is how she planned to assert dominance and remind him of his true station in her house. Her demeanor must be as if last night had never happened. It’s not that she regretted anything. It’s just that instinct told her that by pretending by daylight that it was just another ordinary day in an ordinary upper middle class household, she got the leverage to engage in licentious adventures by night. And have those adventures only when she chose to do so.

She quickly assigned Bhola his list of chores for the day.

“Bhola, fridge se santra nikalo aur cheel ke juicer mein daal ke juice nikalna” (Bhola, get the oranges from the fridge, peel them and use the juicer to squeeze out the juice)

"Ji Bhabhi", Bhola responded obediently and nodded, but his eyes didn't miss sizing up bhabhi’s boobs. The cut of the kurti flattered Shobha’s breasts and the mounds strained against the fabric. Bhola sighed inwardly and longed to set those boobs free from their containment.

The kitchen in their premium apartment was decidedly classy. It was spacious, had an island design with a kitchen platform and an additional sink at the centre of the kitchen and had a sliding door that opened into the living room. Shobha was on the other side of the island centre in the kitchen as she began slicing tomatoes for sandwiches for breakfast.

Bhola stared at her slender fingers arranging the cut tomatoes carefully between the slices of bread.

“Kal raat ko bhabhi  ke yehi haath se mera lund hila rahi thi”, he thought silently as he crossed the kitchen to get oranges from the fridge. He felt the onset of a hardon as images from last night flashed in his head.

He gathered the oranges and deliberately choose to stand on the opposite side of the island centre as he began peeling the oranges. That way he could  hide his hardon and also observe her boobs covertly.

The bastard is staring at my boobs, thought Shobha, as she kept her head down slicing tomatoes and ignored Bhola.

Bhabhi, aapke boobs santre se zyaada gol matol aur raseele hain - thought Bhola silently.  (Bhabhi, your boobs are larger and rounder than these oranges)

“Bhola, Aata gondhna shuru karo. Lunch mein aaj roti banega" , he heard Shobha say. (Bhola, knead the dough. We will have rotis for lunch)

Aur uske baad, aapko ko kuttiya bana ke yahin isi platform pur chodunga, (And after that I will fuck this bitch doggie style), thought Bhola wickedly.

Shobha's antenna told her Bhola was day dreaming. She could guess what his distraction was. She checked him out from the corner of her eyes. She was again struck by the fact that once he got rid of his facial hair, he was actually quite good looking and had a good physique - strong but not too muscular, well physiqued and definitely very masculine.

Bhola finished squeezing juice from the oranges. He then gathered flour, added water and had began kneading the dough. Something about the way his strong hands were kneading the dough distracted her and brought in lustful thoughts...

Bhola was standing naked in the kitchen, and had disrobed obediently at her command. His thick dark brown cock was erect as she played with it.  Her slender fingers caressed the strong shaft, and pulled back the foreskin from the bulbous head. She then made him kneel in front of her.  His hands were wrapped around her waist and caressing her ass. She then  undid the knot, lowered her churidar, and he  eagerly helped pull them down. He kissed her on her panty, and then yanked them down to her ankles. She helped him take them off, by lifting one leg and then the other, balancing herself by keeping her hand on his head. Still kneeling in front of her, he then sniffed her moist pussy And tongued her nether lips. She then pulled him grabbing him by the curly hair on his head, mashing his face against her pussy and making him lick it. She then pulled him up to the kitchen platform, and he humped her.

And then, this image was overtaken by another series of images.

Bhola was still naked but was instead tearing her clothes apart. She wanted to scream but her throat was dry and no sound came out. The strange thing was that she wasn't resisting. She was soon completely naked, and her clothes strewn all over the kitchen floor.  She glimpsed her panty on the floor, and her black bra was tossed on the kitchen platform. He was now brutally squeezing her breasts with both hands, much like the way he was kneading the dough on the table. He then caught hold of her thick hair in his fist. She felt her head pulled back. It hurt but her moans were cut off when he covered her mouth with his and began brutally kissing her. He then spun her around, and forced her to bend at her waist over the kitchen platform. She could feel the cold polished granite slab of the platform against her naked breasts. His strong hands roughly squeezed her naked plump buttocks. A thick middle finger probed her anus and then her rubbed her moist pussy. Bent down against the platform, she could feel his thick cock rubbing against her thighs. She spread her legs to accommodate him. His thick cock parted her pussy lips and entered her from behind ...

Shobha shook her head to clear her debauched thoughts, and suddenly realized Bhola was asking her something watching her face closely.

"Raat ka khana,.....kuch special .....bhabhi? Kuch .....tayyar ....rakhen....?"  (Food for the night ....something special....shall I keep something ready?). His words were spoken slowly, with suggestive pauses between sylabbles and an octave lower versus his usual speech, leaving her in no doubt about what he was referring to.

She realized his lust was fighting a battle with his servility, and realized confidently this was the limit he would settle at. By daytime, and as long as she maintained her composure and subtly continued to assert her role as mistress of the household, his natural consciousness about his social status would keep him within a lakshan rekha.  She also suspected he was scared of Chetan. That suited her perfectly.

She made up her mind.

"Aaj rat kuch nahin, Bhola. Kuch special khana hoga toh bata dungi", (Nothing tonight. If there is to be something special, I will let you know) she said. Shobha walked out of the kitchen carrying the breakfast tray containing sandwiches and juice, to join her husband for breakfast in his study.. He watched her leave the kitchen. Bhola could have sworn that she was exaggerating the way she was swinging her ass as she walked away, balancing the tray without looking back

Shobha left behind a disappointed Bhola, alone in the kitchen and nursing a painful hardon.