Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[sidshivani]

Still kissing Shobha, he pulled her up into a sitting position.

She was slowly recovering her breath, and leaned against his chest, her left palm pressed against his right shoulder. She broke the kiss and looked at him quizzically. A bare chested Bhola was sitting at the edge of the bed, mouth slightly open, his hands crossed against his crotch and waiting for the next command to follow.

His left hand now around Shobha, and holding her against his chest, Chetan seeded the next part of the script, "To Bhola thodi der pehle Bhabhi ke bare mein kya keh rahe the?". (Some time back what did you say about Bhabhi?)

For Bhola, the change in context from cunnilingus to conversation was a little too fast, and he could only manage, "Hunhh?"

Chetan repeated his question slowly as if speaking to a child, "Thodi der pehle Bahbhi ke bare mein kya bole?" (Some time back what did you say about Bhabhi?)

Bhola wasnt prepared for this viva voce and desperately scanned his lust-clogged brain for the answer to the quiz question. He ventured cautiously, "Yehi ki bhabhi mmm.mmm maal hai?" (That she is a hot piece) The young lad was perturbed that while the right answer could keep him in play, the wrong answer could eject him from the stage.

Chetan patiently cued him with the answer, "Maal toh hai. Woh to mein ne kaha tha. Tum bole ki bhabhi ekdum top model hai? Bole ki nahi?" (Of course, she is a hot piece. And I said that. But you said Bhabhi is a top model, no?)

Bhola gladly latched on to the cue and nodded his head happily, "Haan, saheb! Bhabhi ekdum top model hai", and added rather unhelpfully given his limited repertoire. "Ek dum Poonam Pandey ishtyle top model!"

Chetan winced and chose to ignore the reference though he could understand what drove the similarity,
Patiently, he continued "Toh, top models kya harti hain, Bhola?" (So what do top models do, Bhola?)

Bhola thought furiously and guessed, "TV pe modeling karti hain".

Chetan gritted his teeth at the moron's imbecility and took a deep breath to calm himself. Shobha sensed his exasperation. She too was frustrated and wanted the next act to kick in quickly.

She pulled Chetan's face close to her and wispered fiercely in his ear, "Janu, just ask me to fuck me quickly! You can check his general knowledge later!"

Chetan forced himself to be patient. "Top models, catwalk pe chalti hain, Bhola. Bhabhi se catwalk karwayeein?", and then added so that Bhola didnt have to suffer further challenge to his comprehension ability, "Catwalk matlab fashion parade! Bhabhi se fashion parade kaywayeein?" (Shall we get bhabhi to do a fashion parade on the catwalk!)

Bhola's eyes lit up with anticipation. He could recall that fashion TV channel when some foreign models did a fashion parade. What he recalled was that they were skimpily clad. If babhi was going to do this, he was all for it! Bhola grinned in happy endorsement.

"So its decided! Baby, you are going to do a fashion parade for both me and Bhola!",  Chetan announced looking at Shobha. He was beginning to enjoy playing the game master in this bedroom reality show with a cast of two.

Shobha pushed herself back, and eyes blazing hissed angrily, "Jaanu, what the fuck are you upto? What fucking catwalk do you want me to do?!"

Chetan patted her patiently, and asked Bhola to get the wireless Bose soundock speaker they had left behind in the balcony. Bhola obediently left the room to fetch the speaker from the balcony giving a couple a few moments of privacy.

"Patience, baby, just go with the flow! I know what I am doing."

"But why cant you just let him fuck me?", and then added hastily lest she be misunderstood, “And you too, of course!"

Chetan ignored the suggestion and resisted a quip to educate Shobha that he wasnt debating the end, and was but focused on getting the means to an end,

"Baby, just trust me." and decided to try the same line he pitched to Bhola, "Sabr kao, baby! Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai!" (be patient, honey. Patience has a sweet fruit.

By now Bhola had made a re-entry helpfully carrying the Bose soundock. Shobha kept quiet, took a deep breath and thought hard about what what she could do. Maybe, I can turn the tables on both these dicks, she thought to herself and gleefully brightened at the thought.

The issue sorted, and domestic consensus reached, Chetan connected his mobile to the sound dock, and busied himself with choosing an appropriate song for the occasion.

Shobha rolled off the bed and decided to take a couple of minutes to brush her hair and touch up her makeup. She decided to retain her kimono but decided to wear a pair of high heels. By now Chetan had selected his songlist and foot-tapping catwalk friendly music was blaring through the speakers. Chetan dimmed the lights to the room to get the mood right. Shobha walked to the far end of the room, and took a couple of deep breaths to get into the mood herself. She mentally lined up the stretch of the bedroom she was going to walk down, and asked the boys to clear the path and step back. She had done a catwalk at fashion shows in her college days, but it seemed bizarre - and also a turn on - to do this in the house in front of her husband and a very horny male servant.

Fuck it, she thought, just let me go with the flow.

nice

the hubby is not shown as complete moron but has a creative n horny mind of his own....