[RaviShikha]

I read your story from scratch to endin one day. It seems to be a good story. Nice build-up initially, them carried that well also but you did skip the main thing of story for which the entire built up was there. And now you are saying too much sex does not seem good. Ok i acknowledge that but before finishing the story you must have give us the episode regarding brutality with shobha. D:)
Overall story is good but your style of ending makes our entire story reading efforts useless.

Picture abhi baaki hai :-) Keep reading. The story has a lot of potential and I will be posting next few episodes.

[RaviShikha]

Shobha woke up unusually late. What made it special was that Chetan brought her coffee to the bed, and seemed cheerful. Shobha’s body still hurt and she sat up on the bed with a grimace, careful to pull up the bed sheet right up to her neck. That wasn’t good enough to hide the bump on her forehead and Chetan noticed it right away.

“What happened, Janu?”, he sat close to her by the side of the bed, one hand holding his own coffee and the other free hand reaching out gingerly to trace the swelling. Shobha winced at his touch.

“Slipped in the bathroom last night”.

“Last night was something special, no?”, he grinned happily. “Janu, you are right. We should spice up her bedroom scene. You were pretty hot! Total pataka!”  (Firecracker)

Shobha knew one more person who would thoroughly agree with him that last night was indeed something special. She kept quiet and her head down, took a sip from the cup waiting for Chetan to talk more, unsure what exactly he was referring to.

“You were right about Bhola, yaar! He is a total dhuk. You should have seen the look on his face!”, Chetan guffawed.

Baby, thank goodness you didn’t see the look in his face when he was humping your wife, thought Shobha as she took another sip and hid her face in the cup to avoid looking at her husband. For a moment, Bhola’s crazed face and glazed look that she caught when she looked back while he fucked her doggie style flashed in front of her eyes.

“Janu, you are so shameless. How could you ..... in front of him!”, she wanted to probe him for his recollection of the night’s  events ......at least to the extent of what occurred in front of him. After all, he was a couple of drinks down then. She herself found last nights events unreal. Her face flushed at the recollection of how she had sneaked into Bhola’s room after her husband fell asleep, and of the orgasms he gave her. Half-reclining on the bed, her back resting against the headboard and a pillow, she brought her thighs together. One hand slipped under the bed sheet and she rubbed her pubis over her nightgown. It hurt but it also tingled in a delicious way. She withdrew her hand and touched the lump on her head.

That definitely hurt!

Chetan snuggled closer to Shobha, adjusting the pillow behind his back to a sitting position and took her free hand between both his hands. He seemed thrilled about what happened last night, at least about the part he was aware of.

“You look like you enjoyed doing what you did”, she said in an accusing tone looking at him sideways.

“Actually, sach bola jaye (truth be told), I did”, he shrugged as if it was everyday that one would have sex with one’s wife in front of the house servant. It was .......kind of ......kinky! Mind blowingly kinky”, Chetan said the word savouring the sound of it.  

He then suddenly turned to her. “Baby, as if you didn’t like it...... you were such a tease .....,and you are so hot when you are such a tease. Maybe next time I should click a photo of you,,, and post it as a hot wife on Tumblr!”, and he guffawed.

Shobha put the cup down on the sideboard and pulled up the bed sheet in mock shyness, trying to cover her face with it.

Chetan smiled proudly flushed with the vanity men experience when they do or say something that makes their wives blush. His hand slipped under the bed sheet and grabbed her by the breast. Shobha winced with soreness from last night. Chetan mistook it for sexual pleasure. Under the bed sheet his finger looked for Shobha’s nipple, found it erect and squeezed it gently.

“Ooooouch!”, she gasped, “Mat karo, baby!” (Don’t do it).

She flung the bed sheet off her body, flipped over on her side and quickly straddled him, her thighs on either side of Chetan’s waist and arms around his shoulder. Chetan was half lying on the bed, his back supported against the bed head and she hugged him tight, her breasts squeezed against his chest. She kissed him on his mouth. Chetan has brushed his teeth, shaved and showered and smelt fresh. Her thighs, and breasts both hurt from the contact with his body and she buried her face against his neck, inhaling his after shave cologne and unable to look him in the eye.

Chetan hugged her closely enjoying the close embrace and caressing her hair. She had a faint morning breath but he didn’t mind.

“So you enjoy putting up a show?”, he said teasingly and laughed.

In response, she cooed and bit his ear gently.

“My biwi loves being a tease .....don’t you..,,baby....you love teasing others....no?!”, he continued.

Shobha continued nibbling on Chetan’s ear, “Ummmmm....maybe”. And she started rocking gently.

“Come on, baby, say it loudly.... Say that you are a cock teaser ... say it...say that you love teasing men’s cocks ...Come on!”.

Shobha began rubbing her body through her silk nightgown against Chetan and continued rocking and nibbling against his ear. Her thighs hurt but she was now beginning to enjoy the ache.

“Yes”, she whispered finally in his ear, “I love teasing men’s cock .... I love it....I love love being hot.... baby, I wanna be a hot wife”. And increased the rocking against Chetan’s thighs and slowly also began gyrating her ass against his waist. Her buttocks still ached but this was worth it. She continued, “......and who is responsible for that .....you!”

She paused and continued, “And tell me baby, you love it too don’t you? You love it when your wife teases others, don’t you? It gets you hot and it gets my little baby to grow big”, she reached down, lifted her buttocks and felt for his cock against his pyjamas. He was half erect and she adjusted her thighs to continue rubbing against them and was rewarded with a twitch.

She continued whispering, “And you love fucking your wife in front of other men, don’t you, Like you fucked me in front of Bhola last night. Bad boy......Bad boy!!”

Chetan let her whisper, enjoying the gentle rocking. It turned him on when his wife used the f-word. She rarely did, and even now she was whispering it.

Shobha continued, “And you know how I am going to punish you? Ummmm,,, You know how baby?”

“Tell me, baby...tell me ....”, Chetan whispered hoarsely, as he too began rocking and trying to match his rocking rhythym with Shobha's.

“I am going to fuck Bhola in front of you. That’s how I am going to punish you!”, she whispered softly in his ear.

And then bit him on his ear and whispered again, “You will let me do that, no baby?!”

Chetan’s throat was dry and he managed to get the words out, “Say that again baby. Tell me what you are going to do?”

“Fuck Bhola in front of you”, and then changing her voice to a little girl voice, Shobha again nibbled his ear and whispered, “Can I do that, baby? Fuck Bhola in front of you?”

Chetan found his voice, “Say please and ask me nicely!”

Shobha continued rocking, and felt her husband’s cock harden, “Please....Please....Please.... Baby, let me fuck Bhola .... only once ... promise... only once and in front of you”.

“OK, baby, you can fuck Bhola only once. And that too in front of me. Ok?”

“Cho Chweeet,,,, Cho Chweet ... you are the best hubby in the world!”  She kissed him passionately in his mouth.

That’s when they heard Bhola knocking at the door. “Coffee, bhabhi”, she heard him say from the other side of the door.

[RaviShikha]

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.

[RaviShikha]

As the needle spray from the hot shower washed over her naked body, Shobha reflected over the events of the last 48 hours.

She had sex with someone other than her husband for the first time since her marriage. Isolation created by the lockdown allowed her to freely indulge in unbridled exhibitionism that had always been latent in her.

That this exhibitionism then led her to seducing a young virile male at least ten years younger to her and several notches down on the social scale didnt evoke the slightest hint of guilt.

That this seduction happened under her marital roof and under her husband’s nose added to the thrill of the conquest.

The fact that her husband was coming around to acquiesce to an infidelity in future not knowing that it had already happened in the past further doubled that thrill.

And then the physical experience of copulation. Ah! The first part had played out as per her script and a lover, both virile and servile had slavishly pleasured her body in a way that her husband never did. The second part is where things went awry. Bhola’s brutish avatar had terrified her. She was never the one to cede control or be comfortable with loss of it, and yet, her body had rebelled against her wishes and revelled in the wickedness of the experience. Bhola had reverted back to servile role in the morning. She felt reassured and deeply relieved that he displayed neither deviousness nor daring in his conduct in her husband’s presence.

Shobha had tasted blood, and all she wanted now was to be ..... well, what else but a man-eater.

The shower done, Shobha wiped the fog off the mirror to examine her body critically in its reflection. The bruises seemed better after a night’s rest and a long hot shower but still hurt and would need concealment for at least a couple of days from both her lovers.

She would need to play her cards well to keep both puppets dancing at the end of her string. The puppets must dance in tandem as she pulled the strings but they must stay apart without getting entangled with each other.

Chetan, she knew from six years of marital familiarity, was less of a worry because she knew what buttons to press but she needed him to look forward to taking this sexual adventure to the next level as much as she did. She hoped his work would not wear away his amour.

Bhola was more unpredictable because of his boorishness and his elevated state of arousal. Having won the pussy lottery last night, she hoped the idiot wouldn’t delude himself thinking he was entitled to a prize every night. Actually, she mused, she wouldn’t mind Bhola standing in queue for a pussy lottery every night as long as she was the one who got to pick the winning ticket.

Merely being the first prize in that pussy lottery wasn’t good enough for her.

Ruminating with these thoughts, Shobha finished her shower and returned to the bedroom clad in a towel.

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[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.

[RaviShikha]

The day passed rather uneventfully -  Bhola hung around just within earshot waiting for a hint or an invitation that never came.

In the evening, Shobha and Chetan were cuddled up in bed watching a web series. Bhola, by then had reluctantly retired to his room for the night, horny and disappointed.

“So how’s Bhola?” asked Chetan suddenly in the middle of watching the TV.

Shobha paused briefly but only for a moment. “Fine” she answered evenly and then asked carefully, “What did you mean?”

"Has he recovered from last night?"

Shobha switched off the TV. After all, she made it a point to keep the remote with her at all times. It was just a habit with her, and Chetan had stopped grudging it after six years of marriage.

"You mean, is he OK after the way you treated him last night?" Shobha was playful but accusing and quick to put the fault on her husband.

"OK! OK! Did you tease the poor fellow again today?" Chetan was curious.

"Janu, c'mon ....I dont tease anyone!" she protested, and then added, "...... and I wouldn't do it if you are not around with me".

Shobha turned on her left side towards Chetan and put her chin on his chest. Her right foot now caressed Chetan's  foot gently and teasingly. under the warm cover And she added for good measure to remind him, "Janu, remember today morning you said you were OK if I .....you know .....you know ....", she pretended to be embarrassed and buried her face in his chest.

"Cmon, say it Baby", Chetan coaxed her softly.

"You said you would be OK if I fucked him" Shobha whispered softly, her hand rubbing Chetan's bare chest and playing with his nipples.

"And when are you planning to do that honey?"

"Pata nahin (dont know)..... gimme a few days to think it over...... You wont mind na....?", and then without giving him a chance to answer, "Promise me you will be around when I do it? Promise?" her fingers reached down, slipped under the elastic of his shorts, traversed the curls of his pubic hair and gently stroked his cock.

"Yes, baby, I already told you I wont mind" and paused and added while caressing her lips with his finger, “I definitely plan to be around when you....you know...do it with him”.  Even in the dim light of the bedroom she could see him smile when he said that.

"OK, there's something else I wont mind if you do."

"Tell me baby, what is it?"

"You know, I know my friends do it with their husbands..... I wouldn't mind if you did some dirty talking you know"

"Ummm....that's nice!", moaned Chetan as Shobha gently started giving him a hand job.

Chetan then added, "Ummmm.... so my biwii needs some dirty talk. And I might need some help with dirty talk"

"You mean, you need a helping hand for your dirty talk....maybe like this" Shobha giggled and gently yanked at Chetan's semi-erect cock under the bed cover.

"Ouch!" protested Chetan.

"And there's something else you know we never do....." Shobha continued in a wistful tone.

"Baby, what is that ......?"

"We never .... you know.... we never do oral .....my friends are all into it"

"Umm....maybe we could call your friends to show us how to do it" Chetan laughed at his own joke.

Shobha stopped the hand job, and slapped him playfully on his chest.

"ummmm......but seriously ....... I always thought you didn't like it....."

"Not true, Jaanu, thats not fair.....Maybe that was when Bunty was born!"

"Ummm..... next time .....ok"

Chetan thought a bit, then turned over and kissed her lips gently. His hand then grabbed her breast over her nightgown, gently squeezing it.

"Maybe, we could get Bhola to give you a hand to try something new", he whispered softly.

"Baby!”, she protested and squirmed in response to his squeeze.

Chetan continued to massage her ample breasts softly and looked at her suggestively.

"Not now, darling ...... some other time!" Shobha gently lifted his hand from her breast. It still felt a bit sore.

Chetan paused, wanted to say something but held himself back, sighed and turned over to rest on his back.

"But its a promise, ok!",

"Ok, honey, Good night!"

"Good night!"

The lights in the household were turned off for the night as the second weekend of the lockdown came to an end.

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The next morning, Shobha had her periods.

She was relieved because the forced abstinence would also give her body the time needed to fully recover from the soreness of her last sexual jamboree.
She also knew her libido would rise in the subsequent days, and she hoped the two men in the house would be in the same boat. She smiled to herself as the pun in that phrase struck her and she thought her situation wasn't very different from the visual that the phrase connoted. Two adult men - horny and virile - on the same boat as her - a nubile, sex-hungry and uninhibited woman was a good description of the state in that household during the lockdown, she mused.

Bhola continued to look at her in the kitchen every day with a look that alternated between a puppy looking at a master and a dog looking at a bone. That look alternated depending whether he thought Shobha was watching him or not.

Shobha had no trouble maintaining an imperious attitude with Bhola while supervising his household chores. After all, that attitude came naturally to her. Bhola made clumsy efforts to seek confirmation whether happy days - or happy nights - were going to visit him again, and Shobha drew silent pleasure in ignoring these hints and keeping him guessing. It then occurred to her that her stonewalling might lead him to ventilate his sexual frustration through masturbation. The delicious thought that she might be the subject of his fantasy was outweighed by the desire to ensure he kept his sexual energy bottled up only to be released at her pleasure.

Finally, sometime mid-week, she decided to end his suspense. She caressed his cheek with a long fingernail and whispered to him, "Weekend ko dawat ke liye tayyar rehna", (Be ready for the feast this weekend) and then added in a softer tone, "Aur bhook bacha ke rakhna" (Save your hunger).

Message delivered, she walked out of the kitchen swinging her ass intentionally without giving him a chance to respond. She looked back briefly and saw his face light up like a slow tubelight. Like a kid getting a promise that ice cream would be served for dinner, she thought, giggling to herself. She had been tempted to caress his crotch while walking off - something she used to do with Chetan in the early days of their marriage - but felt it was too much intimacy and too soon for a kitchen setting.

On Thursday morning, she gifted Bhola a razor set, shaving gel and aftershave cologne from Chetan's collection. "Thik se shave karna shuru karo .... aur ek dum poora, samjhe ..... poora", her eyes gesturing that by "poora" she meant his entire body. (Shave properly. And ... all over).

Chetan was an easier kettle to handle, distracted as he was with his bank work. His work during the lockdown was increasingly revolving around long video and phone calls with his clients and the bank, and he would often shut himself up in his study and don his noise cancellation headset for long video calls.  After a couple of unwelcome interruptions from Shobha checking on him for lunch, he came up with the simple idea of giving her access to his office calendar and marking out his lunch. Shobha now simply had to check her smartphone to know when Chetan would be immersed in his calls, and when he would be distraction-free. She didn't mind that the former took up much of his time during the week cooped up in the study room.

As Friday approached, Shobha felt the thrill of anticipation. When Chetan told her that his last call for the week would end at 6PM (and her smartphone confirmed the same), she began drawing up plans for Friday evening. It didn't take long for Bhola to sense that Friday evening held the promise of something delicious.

In the afternoon, Shobha announced to him, "Aaj Friday hai. Dawat ke liye tayyar rehna. Dawat saheb he saath hoga". Bhola again felt that the excitement that the Gods were smiling at him, but the repeated reference to saheb joining him for dawat worried him. The optimistic part of him hoped the evening would repeat the same script as last week.

The main course might be in the bedroom, but the dessert - Jharkhand style - would be enjoyed in his own room and in a private audience with the memsaheb, he hoped.  

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As Friday evening drew closer, all three members of the household felt a growing degree of excitement and anxiety that they tried to conceal from the other.

Bhola simply looked forward to another romp with his bhabhi. He had shaved himself completely early in the evening and rid himself of all bodily hair everywhere. Having lost his virginity the previous week, he felt he was now qualified to aspire for a graduation. To do so, he was ready to work hard; most certainly he was very hard most of the week. His prayer to the gods of Jharkhand was to not let Chetan rain on his parade.

Shobha felt she had all the ingredients with her to write a cookbook for sex - a sex-hungry virile male drooling over her and ready to bend at her command, an indulgent husband who had finally consented to consent, a luxurious household for her to play out her fantasies and an absolute promise of privacy for the key cast thanks to the lockdown. However, while she had the ingredients, her anxiety came from realizing she didn't quite know the recipe to put it all together.

Chetan felt like the theatre-going audience who knows how the play is going to end, but is more curious about the start and the middle. He was uncertain whether the ticket he was holding was for just watching the play, or whether he was expected to jump on to the stage and join the rest of the cast.

Shobha invited Bhola to join the couple for dinner at the table. Actually, Bhola looked quite dashing. He was wearing one of Chetan's old hand-me-down short that Shobha had surreptitiously passed on to him. A few years back, driven more by ambition and neglecting the reflection in the mirror in the changing room, Chetan had bought an expensive black silk slim-fit shirt. Realization dawned later that he was neither slim not fit, and the never-used black shirt found its way to the bottom of a pile. It now flattered Bhola's broad and flat chest, even as its previous owner  pretended to not recognize his former possession and instead dug his spoon deeper into another round of kheer.

Shobha put her long legs to good advantage during the dinner. She alternated between teasing both men, playing footsie. She twisted and stretched her bare foot under the table, and scratched the shin of both men - alternately, of course. The men responded, by turns, rubbing her leg back, not knowing that she was serving both of them as sincerely under the table as she was serving them food on the table. Shobha then raised the game - and her foot - higher and probed the crotch of both men by turns. Chetan noticed that by the time dinner ended, Bhola was in much better cheer - little did he know that his wife had a hand, or more appropriately a foot in it.  

The threesome then shifted to the wide common balcony that adjoined the living room and the master bedroom and settled down for drinks. Night had settled over the Bangalore skies and it was uncharacteristically warm for an April evening in the city. Chetan setup his portable battery operated Bose blutooth speaker and played some old hindi songs. After about ten minutes of chit chat about Bhola and his family, and his plans, Shobha got up suddenly and announced, "It's hot here. Mein Bunty ko check karke and aur change karke aati hoon"

She disappeared into the bedroom through the sliding door, with two pairs of male eyes lazily following her sexy swinging ass until she drew back the curtains to the bedroom behind her. Both men became aware of each others subject of attention at the same time and felt mildly ambarassed as they caught each others eye.

Bhola felt embarassed but it was not just because saheb had caught him checking out his wife's ass. That ass brought back fond memories of the previous weekend. He remembered bhabhi on her knees, on his bed, alone with him in his room, naked and him holding her by her hair, yanking back her head while his cock was buried and pumping into bhabhi’s pussy. The sight of Shobha’s swinging and retreating ass brought back vivid memories of that episode and he was scared that saheb would read his wicked thoughts.

Chetan felt embarrassed that he had joined his servant in checking out his wife's ass, but he also felt that strange kinship that men experience when they have a common object of lust. Never mind that the common object of lust was his own wife. It reminded about how way back in college the back bencher boys in his class shared gleeful looks at each other after checking out the shapely back of the English teacher. The pretty young teacher, writing on the board was unaware that the boys at the back bench were backslapping the winner who had correctly bet on the color of the bra she would be wearing that day.

Chetan recovered faster. He was lazily lounging on the cushioned armchair, his feet up against the balcony railing, cigarette in one hand and scotch in the other.

"Apni bhabi pe badi nazar rakhte ho, kyon Bhola". (You keep a good eye on your madam, don't you?). Chetan had grown up in Delhi where throwing in a snide remark was a fine art.

Bhola saw the the pitch was not conducive for strokeplay and played with a straight bat, "Bhabhi bhi bahut achi hain, aur hamara bahut acha kyhayal rakhti hain. Hamare kaam pe unki nazar rehti hai" (Bhabhi is a very nice person. She takes good care of me. She keeps an eye on my work)

I bet she takes good care of you, thought Chetan drawing in a deep puff and releasing it lazily. And yes, she does have an eye on you, my friend!

"Toh abhi bhabhi ko ghoor nahin rahe the?", he asked in an easy drawl making sure his tone was friendly and not accusative. (So you weren’t staring at your bhabhi just now?)

Bhola realized this this was an easy delivery, and took his chances, "Saheb, mein kahan ghoor raha tha! Mein to dekh raha tha ki bhabhi kahin andhere mein phisal na jaaye.", (Saheb, I wasnt staring. I wanted to make sure she doesnt trip in the dark room) and ended with a flourish at the last moment, "Ghoor toh aap rahe the, saheb!" (You were the one staring at her, saheb!)

Chetan guffawed loudly, and raised a high five which Bhola joined with a smile.

The ice had been broken between the two men. They went back to being back bench college boys staring at the sexy english college teacher's low cut blouse and back, and commenting on the colour of her bra.

Having thus seen the tendency for the batsman to occasionally step out of the crease, Chetan flighted the next delivery. "Waise tumhari bhabhi kaafi hot hai na?!" (Isnt your bhahbi quite hot?!). It more more a comment rather than a taunt.

Bhola felt emboldened. He leaned forward closer to Chetan and whispered conspiratorially, "Ek baat bolein aap se, saheb. Bhabhi ki body bahut must hai. Aap bade lucky hain!".

Chetan could have stumped the batsman and sent him back to the pavilion. But he had no desire to end the innings so quickly. It was more fun to let this batsman continue stroke play at the crease and figure out his technique. He smiled, clinked glasses with Bhola and did a bottoms up. Bhola refilled both glasses dutifully

Bhola then took a large sip. He wasn't used to the high quality stuff and his throat burnt and he felt momentarily woozy. That brought courage and he felt compelled to raise the quality of the conversation.

"Vaise maan na padega saheb, bhabhi must toh hai. Ek dum kadak maal" (I have to say bhabhi is hot! Super hot!), and then realized he had a good chance of clearing the ropes, "Us din aapne bhabhi ko accha choda saheb, ek dum must. Dekh ke bada maza aaya" (That day, you fucked her read hard, saheb. Had a ball watching it!)

Chetan watched him carefully. He blew a puff, and offered his cigarette to Bhola and said softly, "Toh aaj phir wahi program ho jaaye?!" (Shall we have the same program again tonight?)

Bhola readily grabbed the cigarette offered by saheb a bit too hastily. Sharing a cigarette seemed like a nice invitation to bond. Shared your cigarette today and perhaps you may share your biwi too, he thought. Of course, saheb didnt know that the biwi had already been shared. But Bhola was hungry for more.

Bhola drew a deep puff on Chetan's ciragette and passed it back, "Shubha kaam mein deyri kyon, saheb!" and then went on to ask for more, "Lekin ek shikayat hai aapse saheb" (But I have a complaint saheb)

Chetan knew the fellow was pushing the envelope but he didnt mind. This was getting him excited too.

"Bolo Bhola, kya shikayat hai?" (Tell me, Bhola, what complaint do you have?)

"Saheb, hum bhooke khade hain. Kabhi kuch hamare liye bhi chod dijiye. Hamari setting karoge toh hum dua denge aapko!" (Saheb, I stay hungry. Sometime do leave something for me. If you can fix something for me, you will have my gratitude!)

"Sabr rakho Bhola. Sabr ka fal meetha hota hai!" (Be patient, Bhola. Patience will give you sweet fruits!)

The two men laughed uproariously, and clinked glasses again.

Still laughing and his belly jiggling, Chetan laid back on his armchair and drew a large sip and closed his eyes, "Sewa karoge toh mewa milega!" (Work hard, and you will get the reward), and laughed again loudly at his own wit. He was still laughing when he realized he was laughing alone and no longer had Bhola's attention.

He opened his eyes, and noticed that Bhola was staring to his right at their bedroom french window sliding door. Chetan followed his gaze.

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Good story.
Repped you.
Please continue.
P.S. I could not find this story in Kindle.

Hi, my books are now available on Kindle. There was a brief problem, but now they are again available. Please note that the version of the ebook available on the Kindle is a more expanded version of this story. It has more details which I will not be covering entirely in this website (even though I will take the story to a certain stage). Please search on Amazon.IN for "Shobha and her Servant" or "Ravi Shikha" There is another book I have published after "Shobha and the Servant". It is titled "Anita and her Affair". It is the second of my Lockdown Sex Diaries series. Please feel free to read the description and rating of the book, and then decide whether you want to buy it or not :-) Thanks for appreciating my work!

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When Shobha walked back into the bedroom leaving the two men alone, she had closed the glass door and pulled the curtain behind her.

Like many apartments, the sliding doors from the bedroom to the balcony had two curtains - a thick night curtain and a thin linen day curtain. The thick curtains were open, and the thin curtains had been drawn up. When the bedroom was dark inside, it didn't make a difference and the thin curtain blocked out everything from outside.

After putting their son to sleep, Shobha had dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower. The shower done, she had now come out into the bedroom, clad in a single white towel wrapped around her body and another small towel around her head. Finding the bedroom dark, she had switched on the yellow bedroom lamp next to the bed bathing the entire bedroom in golden yellow light.

The thin linen day curtain immediately transformed into a transparent sheet giving the two men a peek at what was happening inside the bedroom.

It seemed Shobha didn't know the thin curtain didn't offer privacy. Or didnt care.

Shobha dropped her body towel and began drying herself. Her shapely breasts, her plump curvaceous ass, flat stomach and long legs could be seen in silhouette from outside by the men lounging in the balcony.

The drying done, Shobha had tossed her towel aside and walked, stark naked but for a towel wrapped around her wet hair, to the wardrobe on the other side of the room. Standing in front of the mirror, she pulled off the towel around her hair. She bent her head forward and the wet hair sprawled all over her front. She then gently used the towel to rub her hair observing herself in the mirror. The action of shaking her head to rub her wet hair into the towel caused her ample breasts to jiggle hinting at their fullness. Dropping the hair towel, she then admired herself in the mirror and took her time. She then put her arms on her waist, thrust her breasts forward and twisted on her heels to check her profile in the mirror. For the appreciative male audience in the balcony, her breasts once again came into sharp silhouette with her naked body illuminated by the golden lamp. Her breasts were large, well proportioned and without a sag. Sitting in the balcony, the two men watched open mouthed at the erotic spectacle in front of them, The thin curtain acted like a veil blocking out the finer details but letting just the right amount of erotic imagery coming through.

Shobha then turned around and checked her back and ass in the mirror.

She then patted her ass cheeks, and seemed satisfied at the firmness. Unknown to the two men, she was also relieved that the marks from last week's brutal sex session had all disappeared. Then she opened the wardrobe and picked a bra and panty to wear.  She seemed to be taking time to make her choices and sifted through a few options in her wardrobe. The two men continued to watch as she slipped into her panty. She then put on her bra, hooked it up, and then turned the clasps to the back. She adjusted the cups of the bra unhurriedly and seemed to take care that cups covered her precious globes correctly. She then selected a pink silk kimono-styled nightgown that reached up to her thighs, pulled  it over and buttoned the front. The nightgown had a sash which she tied tightly around her waist accentuating her hourglass figure. She went back to admiring herself in the mirror, seemed satisfied and walked towards the balcony french doors.

The entire spectacle lasted perhaps five minutes but the two men - her husband and her servant - watched it without blinking an eye.

The curtain parted, the balcony door opened and a glowing and freshly scrubbed Shobha walked out from the bedroom to the balcony.  

Her arms raised and pushing apart the sliding doors, her legs crossed one infront of the other, head tossed back - she struck a pose like a diva making an entrance onto a stage. With the golden light from the balcony illuminating her from the back, outlining her wet hair and hourglass figure and with her naked legs thigh downwards, glowing in the reflected light, she looked like a goddess emerging from an apparition.

Having made an impactful entry, she walked across to where the two men were seated staring at her.

"Hi Guys", she said cheerfully, "Missing me?!"

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Hands on her hips, breasts thrust out, she turned facing Chetan and then pivoted to Bhola exhibiting herself.

"Bolo boys, Mein kaise lag rahi hoon?" (Tell me, boys! How do I look?!)

Looking at Bhola, she twisted a little bit and pouted, and then turned again showing her profile making sure he had a good look at her.

Bhola gulped speechless, and then placed his hands, still carrying his drink between his legs in an instinctive action to hide his hard on. Shobha didn't fail to notice.

Chetan was the first to recover. He took a deep breath and said, "Ek dum hot!", and then added cheekily, "Abhi koi keh raha that ki tum ek dum maal ho! Must maal!" (Too hot! As Someone was saying just now, you are quite a piece.)

Shobha didn't take offence, didn't care and choose to take the crude phrase as flattery.

"Bhabhi, aap ekdum top model lag rahi ho!" (Bhabhi, you look like a top model), Bhola chimed in trying to make the right impression.

"Really!", she said, her smile brightening several degrees. She then flung her arms around Bhola and sat down in his lap. She then turned to Chetan and said playfully, "You know aaj se Bhola mera boyfriend hai. Kyon, Bhola, mera boyfriend banoge?" (From today Bhola is my boyfriend. Why, Bhola, will you be my boyfriend?!)

Poor Bhola felt he had a heart attack and died and gone to heaven. He gurgled in happiness not knowing of any appropriate response.

Chetan smiled drily and raised his glass in a mock toast, "Acchi jodi hai!" (You make for a great couple!).

Shobha flung her arms playfully around Bhola's neck, hugged him and snuggled close to his cheeks. She mussed his gelled hair and kissed him on his cheeks. The cologne on him smelt great and she inhaled deeply. He took advantage by snuggling his face against her breasts. Her freshly showered hair was still wet, and had the intoxicating fresh smell of her shampoo. The silk of her kimono-like nightgown, against his chest and the warmth of her naked thighs felt unlike anything he had felt since last week. Shobha was however perched on Bhola's lap in an awkward position and she adjusted herself to get a little comfortable. She immediately felt Bhola's hardness. She deliberately grinded her ass against his hardon, and he had a sudden intake of breath as his cock hurt from the weight of her pelvis.

I am between a cock and a hard place, she thought smiling to herself at the pun in her situation.

She pulled her head back to look at Bhola's face. He actually looked quite handsome in a very earthy way. His thick hair shone from the gel - perhaps a tad too much. He was clean shaven and she could now notice that he had a hard set jaw with high cheekbones. His neck and shoulder lines were clean, and very masculine. If only he were more polished, she thought, but his rustic demenour had a quality that she found attractive in an animalistic manner. And his lips. He had thick lips. Very sexy, she thought.

Very kissable.

And then she kissed Bhola on the mouth.

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She had, of course, kissed Bhola earlier too when she had him entirely to herself. She had also kissed him in front of her husband last week when they had a mock pillow fight but that was more of a peck.

This kiss was different.

She forced her tongue inside Bhola's mouth. His mouth opened readily welcoming her tongue and met it with his own. She chewed on his lower lip, biting him gently and stopping only when he squirmed. Her arms squeezed together around his neck. He pulled her closer. She felt his palm trying to snake its way around her. She knew where it was headed, but it was trapped in an awkward lock around her shoulder. She eased back slightly to allow him space, then covered his hand with hers and guided it to his target - to her left breast.

Greedily, he squeezed hard on her breast through the silk kimono and her bra while he continued to suck on her mouth. She shifted the angle of her head to try a different angle to the kiss. He learnt the technique quickly and shifted to sucking her lower lip. His left hand was cupping her large breast and his fingers now searched for her nipple. He found it quickly and joyfully discovered it was erect even through the kimono and the bra. He pinched it and she squirmed. She shifted the angle of her head, but he didn't let go of her lips.

Shobha opened her eyes but found Bhola had his eyes still closed in passion. She twisted her position slightly to check on her husband, and in the process grinding her ass once again against Bhola's hardon. She continued kissing Bhola, one arm around his shoulder, the second now guiding his free hand that was now squeezing her breast harshly. From the corner of one eye, she found her husband looking calmly at her making out with her new lover. Her eyes locked into her husband's gaze, and he acknowledged her with a gentle nod. She was relieved that he wasn't upset. As if to reassure her, she saw him flash a thumbs up sign discreetly with one free hand while he held his half-filled glass with the other. Even in the throes of passion, kissing her lover, and having her breast squeezed by an unfamiliar hand, she felt a surge of love and gratitude to her dear husband.

She abruptly broke away from a reluctant Bhola, pushed him back to disentangle from him and much to his surprise and disappointment, rushed towards her husband seated at the armchair at the other end. The last two steps of the dash to her husband's chair were almost a sprint and she flung herself breathlessly at him.

Chetan was calm, didn’t seem surprised and braced himself at the last second before she jumped onto him. Bhola watched blankly from the other end.

An armchair isnt a comfortable option to seat two people, especially if one of them has a somewhat generous paunch like Chetan. The best Shobha could do was to straddle Chetan on his knees with her legs on either side of Chetan's thighs. This caused Shobha's nighgown to ride higher and even in the dim light of the balcony, Bhola seated at the other end could see her black panty snug against her ass.

Shobha brushed her lips with the back of her hand to wipe out Bhola's saliva, and began kissing Chetan all over his face - initially with tiny kisses on his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and then with growing passion on his mouth.

"My Baby, My Jaanu, My darling", she kept murmuring softly again and again. Chetan greeted the impetuousness of her passion with the calmness and patience of a husband who knows his wife’s mind only too well.

"Fuck me, Janu! Fuck me! Now", she whispered softly in his ear.

Chetan may have been a bit obese but at nearly six feet tall, he was a strong man. He hugged Shobha tightly against him, and got up from his armchair. She put her arms around him just like she did with Bhola a while back, but how she also wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Chetan supported her weight, his arms holding her by her buttocks unmindful of her exposed panty and headed for the bedroom.

"Chalo, bedroom mein chalte hain abhi!", he announced to Bhola indicating to the latter that he should follow him. Bhola grateful that the invite included him, jumped from his armchair, raced ahead of his master and helpfully opened the sliding door to the balcony for the amorously intertwined couple to pass through.

Chetan carried Shobha past the sliding doors into the bedroom, her legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and head reclining on his shoulder. As Bhola followed them inside, shutting the sliding door behind him and drawing the curtain, he caught Shobha's eye as she looked up from Chetan’s shoulder.

And Shobha winked at Bhola.

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Chetan carried Shobha inside their bedroom, with Bhola following obediently and dropped her on their bed. She rolled over to the centre of her bed, pulled herself into a half-sitting half-reclining position, resting her weight on her hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward and knees curled up with her heels against her thighs. That posture caused her kimono nightgown to ride up on her thighs exposing her black panties against creamy thighs. The bright yellow lights in the bedroom gave her thighs a golden sheen that contrasted with the sheer black stretch material of the panties.

Shobha smiled at Chetan first and then at Bhola, aware that her panties were exposed to both men. She made a weak attempt to cover up and pulled at the hem of the kimono to cover her panties. But with her knees pulled up to her chin, the thigh long kimono  fell short on length and her effort fell short on sincerity.

"So, boys? Kya plan hai abhi?", (Boys, whats the plan?) she asked boldly looking at both men alternately. Chetan was close to the foot of the bed, and looking at Shobha with a half-smile. Bhola stood a few feet behind, his back to the wall, uncertain and glancing alternately at Shobha and Chetan waiting for Chetan to make the first move.

There was a brief silence in the room with Shobha too now looking at Chetan to make the first move.

Chetan reached out and grasped Shobha by her ankles. He then pulled her roughly towards him and to the edge of the bed in a sudden, strong move. Taken by surprise by the sudden action, Shobha fell on her back. The kimono rode even higher on her torso, and now her navel and panties were fully exposed.

Chetan took off his t shirt in a single swoop and carelessly threw it across the bed. His torso was podgy but his bare chest was hairy and puffed up. Keeping eye contact with Shobha, his face expressionless, he again caught her by her ankles in a tight grip and raised her legs up at ninety degree to her back now flat on the bed. He kissed Shobha on both soles alternately. The ticklish sensation caused Shobha to curl her toes, and she winced and closed her eyes. Chetan then started sucking and kissing her toes, one by one, gently, confidently and taking his time. Shobha watched him fondly. It had been a long time since Chetan had been this relaxed in his foreplay.

Shobha too began to relax and stretched her arms into a Y position on the bed. She looked at Bhola who was watching wide eyed while supporting himself on the wall and trying to get comfortable with the unfolding erotic scene being playing out in front of him by the lead actors. Bhola felt like a bit actor waiting at the sidelines and he hoped would get called out soon to play his part.

Chetan continued his licking, and now began sliding a wet tongue gently down her ankles towards her inner thighs, taking his time on the journey and making sure both legs received equal attention alternately. Shobha squirmed, her legs in the air and still in ninety degrees but now supported against Chetan's shoulders and the kimono staying bunched up high against her mid-stomach and above her belly button.

Chetan gradually let his head sink lower between Shobha's thighs. Shobha continued to be on her back on the bed, but had her legs on each of Chetan's shoulder. As Chetan's head slid lower towards its inevitable target, Shobha bent her legs below the knee to get them comfortable and secured them rin a lock around Chetan’s head. As Chetan sank lower - taking his sweet time about it and much to Shobha's impatience - Shobha also instinctively spread her thighs wider.

Bhola drunk in the sight with wide open eyes. Here was his beautiful mistress, only partly clothed, her still wet hair sprawled over the bed, her arms spread away from her body, the lower part of her silk kimono parted on either side on her flat stomach, exposing her delicious belly button, her thighs splayed out now in an obscene but wildly erotic pose, her black stretch panties snug against her pussy, her husband holding her now just below her knees and pushing her thighs further apart and licking her upper thighs and moving slowly - centimetre by centimetre - towards the panty clad pussy. Bhola was now beginning to sport an uncomfortable hard-on and shifted his hands from behind to folding them in front of his crotch. This caught Shobha's eye and with her eyes she gestured to him to come and side by the side of the bed. Bhola hesitated, and then taking confidence with the recollection that he had the same ringside seat for a similar act last week, and noting Chetan's preoccupation with licking his wife's inner thighs, obliged. The bed felt soft and sank gently under Bhola's weight as he sat gingerly next to his supine mistress's shoulder.

Chetan's tongue was flicking in and out like that of a snake, tasting and teasing Shobha's inner thighs. Shobha began squirming and rotating her waist with growing impatience. Her fingers sank into the bedsheet looking for something to grasp and brace her body for the inevitable assault on her pussy as Chetan's tongue drew closer much like an enemy battering ram inching towards an enemy door. In anticipation of the assault, a damp spot started spreading on Shobha’s panty.

The first contact of Chetan's wet tongue on the pussy was right at the centre of the damp spot on her panty and just below the clitoris. Bhola saw Shobha grimace and shut her eyes. Her face contorted, her body shuddered and her fingers dug deeper into the bed mattress. Chetan continued his licking, taking care to keep it irregular and also using his nose to gently massage the pussy through the panty, and also gently inhaling the intoxicating feminine odour. He raised his head a bit to take in the sight of Shobha's contorted face. Her eyes were now tightly shut, and she was gently thrashing her head from one side to the other as the throes of passion began to build up.

Just when her passion seemed to have reached a certain threshold, Chetan abruptly paused action. Raising his head, he moved up and kissed Shobha hard on her mouth. Shobha opened her eyes with surprise at the kiss but disappointment at the interruption to a climax, but reciprocated the kiss before protesting.

"Janu, don’t stop doing that .....not fair!" she said throatily coming up for air in-between the kiss.

Chetan didn't reply and began squeezing her firm breasts through the silk kimono and her bra. Shobha began moaning gently. Chetan was tempted to open the sash  around her waist and part the kimono to expose her breasts but that would be too much too soon. He now had a script to how he wanted this to play out.

Chetan went back to kissing, licking and teasing her on her panty clad pussy. Shobha, still impatient, tried to pull down her panty to allow him freer access but he slapped her wrist away. His tongue added to the wetness on her panty, now licking a wide damp arc from the point to where he judged her clitoris was and right down to where he thought her anus lay. Just when he reached a certain tempo, he broke off and began kissing her on the mouth and kneading her breasts.

"Unnhhhhhhh.......!", Shobha moaned at the slow torture of the sexual tease and growing frustration of not being able to climax.

Finally, she could take it no longer and moaned, "Jaanu, make me come ....please!?"

[RaviShikha]

Chetan broke off the licking, smiled at her and said, "Jaanu, sabr karo. Sabr ka phal meetho hota hai!" (Darling, be patient. Patience has a sweet fruit!), and then turned to Bhola and asked the young lad, "Kyon Bhola, Sahi bole na hum? Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai?". (Bhola, do you agree that patience has a sweet reward?)

Bhola’s eyes and attention were glued to Shobha's panties, and he was a bit taken aback at being suddenly included in the conversation. He desperately wanted to stay on in the good books of Chetan, who he sensed held the key to the casting couch for this evening.

Bhola would have readily agreed to anything Chetan would have said."Ji saheb, bilkul sahi kaha aapne" (yes, saheb, you are absolutely right!), he said obsequiously.

And then Chetan asked him, "To tum try karoge?" (Do you want to try?)

Bhola was suddenly confused at what he was expected to try, and Chetan gestured with his eyes that he was offering Bhola to take his place between Bhabhi's thighs.

Bhola jumped in haste, nearly falling off the bed.

"Itni jaldi nahin Bhola, aaram se. Bahut aaram se. Abhi toh raat jawan hai. Aur haa dost, pehle apna shirt utar ke aao!" (Not so fast, Bhola! Take your time. The night is still young. But first, take off your shirt!)

Bhola readily obliged, nearly tearing off his shirt buttons in the process. As he pulled off his shirt, his broad and fit shoulders came into view. Shobha looked at him appreciatively and hoping the entry of new cast to the stage would bring the plot - not to mention herself - to a climax that she now realized Chetan was deliberately withholding from her.

Bhola placed his palms down on the bed just below Shobha's buttocks and took a second to soak in the landscape. His face was inches away from Bhabhi's pussy, and the unmistakable aroma of her sex and the deep damp patch on Shobha's panty and the dripping saliva on her inner thighs marked the message that "Saheb was here". Not that he minded second helpings. Bhola dove right in with his tongue lapping fast and furious. Chetan had settled into the spot on the bed vacated by Bhola. Watching Bhola's industrious effort in contrast to his lazy measured strokes, Chetan was reminded of a dog furiously licking spilt milk on the floor before it got soaked away.

Every dog has its day, and its yours today, my friend, he thought sardonically to himself.

Shobha winced at the sudden change in licking tempo. Chetan stepped in like a coach to a young athlete trying a bit too hard, "Bhola, dost, thoda aaram se... pitch pe tikke rehna. Yeh batting lambi chalegi!", (Bhola, my friend, slow down ... stay on the pitch. We need you to bat for long!")

Bhola slowed down obediently. Shobha looked at Chetan gratefully not just for the coaching tip to her young lover industriously serving her cunnilingus but also because the bonhomie between the two male cast indicated delicious possibilities ahead. Without disturbing Bhola who continued to labour on, she raised her chin to her husband who kissed her again and squeezed her breasts. Shobha reached out to untie her sash and was gently held back. She tried to pull down her panty but Chetan thwarted that too.

When he felt from Shobha's facial contortions that she was approaching the "zone", Chetan asked Bhola to stop. The hard working young lad was a tad slow to heed the advisory, and found his head yanked back by Chetan. At being abruptly forced to disengage  from intimate contact with his mistress's pussy - the closest he had come to it in the last one week - the lad looked up surprised and frustrated, and checked to his how his bhabhi was doing. In fact, she was gulping air deeply, and also distressed at the interruption.

For a brief moment, our young warrior was tempted to mutiny and switch sides, but the breathless state of his queen told his foggy mind that she was in no mind to assume command. So the moment for rebellion came and went and our young lad from Jharkhand resigned to continued servility and pledged obedience to Chetan to also show him the path to his sexual salvation. The path, of course, lay between bhabhi's thighs.

In short, he stopped licking Shobha's panty-clad pussy at Chetan's command.

This continued for a couple of rounds more, and Chetan expertly and accurately called on pulling the plug just when his beautiful wife neared a climax and kept thwarting her every single time she neared her orgasm. Finally after 15 minutes of torture, Shobha could take it no more. She pushed aside Bhola - the latter was now beginning to accurately resemble a bunny rabbit toy that would start and stop when his master played the remote,

She begged, "Not fair, Jaanu.....this is so baaad.....Dont do this to me, na! Plzzzz! Mein mar jaaongi" (Not fair, darling. This is bad. Don't do this. I will just die).

Chetan sensed his wife's sexual frustration with some delight but kissed her on the mouth to hide his triumph, and whispered into her ear gently, "Baby, let me do this my way. Just listen to me and go with the flow". His hand pushed Shobha's head towards him, and Shobha's lips kissed his and closed her eyes. He opened his mouth and forced his tongue into her mouth. She readily met his tongue with hers and in its urgency he guaged her elevated arousal. His right hand confirmed it when he pushed it deep under her panty, parted her pussy lips and discovered they were soaking wet.

The bitch is truly warmed up, he thought to himself!

Now we need to move to a different party game.

[RaviShikha]

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.

[RaviShikha]

And then she started her catwalk.

Both men sat on the two arm chairs by the side of bed watching the spectacle. Shobha was a natural. The high heels forced a natural and sexy gait with her hips swinging seductively. Striking an imperious look came naturally to her. She exaggerated the swinging of her hips - against something that didn't need much practise for her to perfect. After walking the stretch of the bedroom and back a couple of time, she paused, hands on her hip, head tilted back, lips pouting, struck a couple of poses and without breaking a stride even threw in a couple of kisses to the hooting men. Bhola had been clapping his hands lustily and when Chetan began whistling, two fingers hooked to his lips, Bhola joined in and gave an even better and lustier whistle. After all, he had plenty of practice in the front benches in the theatres in Jharkhand in his teenage days. Watching a sexy Shobha haughtily walk the stretch in her high heels, bare thighs and gyrating hips challenged him to bring out his hootiest best. He didn't disappoint.

Just when Shobha thought she was done, Chetan had another surprise.

"Baby, let’s end with a strip tease!"

Without missing a beat, he began playing Joe Cocker's "You can leave your Hat on" from the movie Nine and a Half Weeks.

Shobha was getting into the mood and was equally determined to give it back. She had no intention of doing a full monty but was quite cool about stripping down to her lingerie. She was also now getting turned on with the prospect of teasing two leering men.

She cast her mind back to Kim Bassinger's moves in the movie and felt she could raise the performance standard. She repeated her catwalk, and came to a halt just a few feet from the two men. Standing still, she twisted and rotated her waist and struck a few poses while playing with the sash on her kimono. She teasingly opened the kimono, gave the men a quick peek before striking another pose and wrapping the sash back.

And then finally with a flourish, just as the song ended, she threw off her kimono completely on the bed, bent her back, and hands on the hips, struck a pose clad in just her black bra and inner wear.

"Statue!", said Chetan at the exact moment that the music came to a halt.
The room was filled with complete silence. Chetan reached out and turned the lights back brighter.

Shobha stood immobile  like a statue, hands on her hips, one knee slightly bent, head angled and looking past the men at the corner of the room, breasts thrust out. Even Chetan sucked his breath and stayed frozen - Shobha looked like a sculpture from Ajanta  except that she was clad in just bra and panties.

"Statue" was a game Shobha and Chetan played in the early days of their marriage to spice up their sex life. When one of them said "statue", the other had to freeze for two minutes. In that two minutes, the other partner calling "statue" was free to do anything to the statue’s body but immobility had to be maintained by the statue. The game led to delicious outcomes, but in subsequent years as commonness of marriage set in, and especially after motherhood happened, the game was forgotten.

Till now.

This time they had an extra player thrown in.

Bhola was the first to react at the frozen erotic spectacle. "Saheb, Shobha bhabhi ekdum must maal lag rahein Hain" , he said unmindful that Shobha may be frozen as a statue but was within earshot. Andd then turning to Chetan, his eyes bright and shining in lust, Bhola asked, "Saheb, bhabhi ko haath lagaoon?" (Saheb, Shobha bhabhi is looking like a bomb. Can I touch her?")

Staying immobile like a statue, her gaze focused beyond the two men, eyes unblinking, Shobha gave no sign of having heard Bhola. A speechless Chetan took a few seconds to nod. This wasn't part of his script, and he had thought of it almost at the last moment but it wasn't a bad finale to the catwalk at all and he was glad that Shobha had caught on quickly. Separately, Chetan also noted with satisfaction that Bhola had addressed the question to him and not to Shobha.

Bhola, his heart beating wildly, got up from the armchair and gingerly approached Shobha. She stayed immobile like a statue, eyes staring into the distance and ignoring an approaching Bhola. Bhola, childishly and gleefully waved his hands in front of Shobha’s face.

Shobha didn't blink, playing her part of a statue to the hilt.

Bhola felt encouraged and circled his bhabhi now boldly and shamelessly drinking in the sight of every square inch of her exposed skin as he walked around her. Shobha’s chest was heaving a little bit with the excitement of the catwalk and the exertion of the strip tease. The black bra fitted her snugly and accentuated her breasts firmness and shape. There was generous cleavage on display and Bhola lasciviously peered at the cleavage disappear into the bra. The bra moulded itself around her alluring globes.  Bhola got closer to the cleavage, his nose a few inches away from Shobha's gently heaving bra-covered bosom as if examining the skin for any blemishes. Gingerly, and mustering courage, he touched Shobha's right breast over the bra with a stretched index finger and feeling for the spot where he judged the nipple would be. And repeated the touch for the other breast.

Shobha, the statue did not move.

Encouraged, the lad dipped his finger between the bra and the breast, following the curve of the cleavage. Her skin felt warm and firm to touch and he felt a shiver of excitement. The bra was snug and fitted tightly to the globes. Bhola's  finger disappeared a couple of inches inside the bra and touched the nipple.

The nipple was erect.

Bhola teased the erect nipple with his index finger. It felt firm like a rubber tip. For a moment, he felt like grabbing the breasts with both hands. Something told him the spell would break, and he would in any case get a chance later.

His gaze shamelessly and boldly traveled down her flat and fair stomach, the alluring cavity of her bare navel and the curve of her waist. The matching black panties formed a snug triangle at the junction between her thighs. As he walked around behind her, he saw she had a smooth, fair back with the thin black strap of the bra again contrasting with the smoothness of the skin on the back. He checked out the way the back of the panty moulded to her ass cheeks.

He stuck his finger where he judged her anus would be and rubbed the cloth of the panty at the spot. Shobha flinched but just a wee bit.

His perambulation completed, Bhola reached out with an index finger to touch Shobha's lips. Her lips were luscious and moist. She continued to look past him and  didn't move or bat an eyelid. Encouraged, he pushed his finger in between her lips. Shobha parted her lips, and his finger went into her mouth.

"Two minutes up!" Chetan announced.

Shobha broke her statue spell, and smiled back at Bhola. That startled Bhola a bit and he stepped back, disappointed.

[RaviShikha]

That’s  when Chetan stood up and came around and took up position behind Shobha's back.

Chetan, bare chested, stood silently just behind Shobha. Bhola realized that Chetan had dropped his lounge wear bottoms, and was now just in his inner wear. Chetan rested his chin on Shobha's left shoulder and put his arms lightly on her waist. Then sliding down his arms, he encircled his palms with Shobha's locking both her palms in his.

"That was awesome, honey!", he gently whispered into his wife's ear. "The audience would now like to thank you for your performance. Please accept a token of our thanks". Shobha smiled at her husband.

She hoped the vote of thanks was not all she would get in appreciation for being a sport.

"Bhola, apna pant utaro!", (Bhola, take off your pants!) Chetan said loudly and firmly to Bhola.

Bhola quickly took off his pants, and stood in just his striped underwear facing both Shobha and Chetan. He had a distinct bulge that invited scrutiny from both Shobha and Chetan.

Chetan was was meanwhile caressing Shobha's waist with the finger tips of his left hand, while still holding her right palms in his right hand and standing behind her nuzzling her neck and shoulder. His lelt hand index finger traced the gentle cavity of Shobha's belly button, while his right palm, gently holding Shobha's right palm moved up and caressed her right breast over the bra.

"Bhola, apna underwear utaro". (Bhola, take off your underwear)

Bhola kicked off his underwear and now stood stark naked in front of the couple, his thick dark cock rising at half mast. He had previously taken Shobha's instructions on grooming etiquette for the evening and had shaved completely. That had the effect of making his erect organ seem more prominent than before. Still nuzzling Shobha's neck on the left side of her shoulder, Chetan felt her draw in her breath sharply and she took in the sight of the handsome specimen of manhood now on display.

"Bhlola, pass aao!" (Bhola, come closer)

Bhola, his heart beating wildly, stepped forward. He was now less than a foot away from Shobha, facing her and Chetan was standing behind Shobha gently caressing her. Bhola's own nakedness in close proximity to his mistress and her husband now made him feel suddenly shy. He couldn't make eye contact with Shobha standing just a few inches in front of him and clad only in her bra and panties.

Still holding Shobha's right palm in his, Chetan guided Shobha's hand and moved it to touch Bhola's half-erect cock. Both Shobha and Bhola audibly drew sharp breath. Bhola's cock twitched suddenly, and Shobha's fingers freed themselves from Chetan's hand and they curled around Bhola's shaft. This was the same grip she used a week back in her interlude with Bhola, though her husband probably didnt know it. The cock felt hot to touch just as she remembered it. Bhola let out a hiss at the contact of Shobha's hand with his erect blood gorged organ. Shobha's gaze was now focused on Bhola's thick brown cock, and she slowly traced its girth and hardness moving her fingers along the curvature. She was careful not to make any sudden moves, or squeeze too hard - she didn't want a happy ending too soon.

Chetan continued to rest his chin on Shobha's left shoulder while gently kissing her neck. and earlobes His fingers, now freed from Shobha's, gently scratched the side of her waist. His finger dipped inside her panty and pushed deep. The finger parted Shobha's thick pussy lips and found satisfaction in discovering wetness. He then shifted his palms to gently massage her buttocks.

Seeing that Shobha was comfortable at the buildup of sexual tension, Chetan dropped his own underwear and used one free hand to remove it and toss it away.

The two completely naked men drew closer to Shobha, encircling her from her front and the back. Shobha continued to be clad in her bra and panty, stood still except for her fingers which were hard at work.

At least, they were working on something hard.

Her husband standing just behind her, his arms lightly caressing her waist at the outline of her panty and nuzzling her neck while her handsome servant, his cock proudly erect , was standing in front of Shobha and was getting his cock gently massaged by her.

Chetan unhooked Shobha's bra from behind and slipped the thin straps off her shoulder.

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[RaviShikha]

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[RaviShikha]

Shobha took a deep breath, half-closed her eyes and rested her head against Chetan's right shoulder. Her right hand continued to grasp Bhola's erect cock.

"Bhola, bhabhi ka bra utaro.... dheere se", (Bhola, take off bhabhi's bra), said Chetan softly and in a calm tone. His fingertips were lightly rubbing Shobha's belly and navel, and the touch was enough to send delicious pinpricks through Shobha's body.

Bhola happily caught hold of Shobha's bra by the strap and pulled it down. Chetan had unhooked the bra from the back, and slipped the straps down her shoulders;. So when Bhola tugged at the bra, it came off easily . Bhola, his eyes wide and heart beating wildly, let the bra drop on the floor and stared at his bhabhi.

Her magnificent breasts now freed from the bra, stood firm without a sag. The globes were large, well proportioned and symmetrical and the nipples coin sized with an erect brown areola. Bhola had seen the sight before, and it seemed even more erotic now in a brightly lit room and with her husband standing just behind her. Shobha had her head nested against Chetan,. Her eyes were still half closed in a dreamy way, and she continued caressing Bhola's cock in a slow lazy way.

"Sss...Saheb....Bhabhi ko tttt.ttt touch karoon?" (Saheb, can I touch Bhabi?), stuttered Bhola, his eyes now locked into the sight of Shobha's mammaries. Chetan noted with some satisfaction that the request for permission was addressed to him, and not to the owner of the body.

Chetan nodded granting approval.

Bhola gleefully reached out with both hands to grab Shobha's naked breasts. They felt warm to touch and surprisingly very firm. He first pinched her nipples, one after the other and then both together. Shobha winced but smiled gently and this seemed to only encourage him. He fiddled with the erect nipples, holding them between his thumb and index finger and then turning them clockwise and then anti-clockwise as if they were radio dials. He then grasped both breasts by the underside, lifting them gently as if weighing them. They felt full and firm. He then squeezed one breast, and then the other as if squeezing a rubber ball.

Meanwhile Shobha continued to tease and torment Bhola's cock. The rhythm of her ministrations matched with the way Bhola was playing with her boobs.

Chetan brought his lips close to Shobha's ears and in a whisper so that Bhola couldn't hear, asked her the question he was curious about.

"Baby, do you want to take his cock into your mouth?"

Shobha shook her head vigorously. Chetan smiled to himself. His wife was sexually aggressive and uncommonly bold, when the right triggers were activated but he had always sensed she had  certain frontiers that were difficult for her to cross.

He was fine with it.

Atleast for now.

It was time now to move the act to the final scene.

He pulled down Shobha's panties. She helped him, lifting one leg and then the other but not letting go of Bhola's cock. Bhola wide-eyed followed the descent of Shobha's panties as her husband pulled it down. Her jet black silky pubic hair jumped into view contrasting with the golden light reflected on her skin. The pubic hair seemed to glisten with tiny beads of moisture from the wetness of her pussy. Chetan noticed the damp spot on her panty as he pulled it off. Instead of tossing away the garment, the husband gave his wife's panty to their servant. Bhola let go of Shobha's breasts and began sniffing Shobha's panty. Chetan's own cock was now erect and pressing against Shobha's ass.

Chetan took advantage of Bhola's release of Shobha's breasts and picked her up in his arms. Shobha let go of Bhola's cock, and let herself go limp in Chetan's arms. Chetan threw her on the bed on her back for the second time that night. Quickly, he crawled over on all fours, naked, to take position by her head. He quickly held her by her hands and began kissing her on the mouth. At the same time, he gestured to Bhola to join them on the bed. Bhola obliged, dropping the panty presumably for attention later, and crawled onto the bed.

Shobha spread her legs wide signalling to Bhola the position he should take.

"Bhola, Bhabho ko chato. Bilkul jaise pehle kiya tha!", commanded the husband. (Bhola, lick bhabhi. Exactly like before!)

Bhola, on all fours, obliged readily. The pussy was joyously wet and oozing, with her feminine odour now driving him crazy. Shobha had spread her thighs shamelessly wide allowing free access. Bhola noted the brown and thick pussy lips, and hiding within the lips , saw the pink coloured opening to her vulva jump into view. This was his gateway to heaven. For a horny twenty-something sex starved male from Jharkhand, his throat went dry and his cock twitched at the sight. Bhola lowered his head between Bhabhi's legs and attacked her pussy with his tongue.

Shobha arched her back as Bhola went slurp, slurp, slurp...... Chetan stopped kissing Shobha on the mouth and raised his head to soak in the erotic spectacle of his wife being eaten by her handsome servant. He added to her ecstasy by squeezing her breasts the way Bhola was doing earlier. Bhola himself didn't seem like a novice. After all, he had made his acquaintance with babhi's pussy a week back - though her husband probably didn't know it - and had just completed a dry run a short while back. All this practise helped him raise his game, and bhabhi seemed to be thoroughly appreciative judging by the moaning sounds emanating from her.

And saheb seemed to be indulgently encouraging his effort. It couldn't get better than this!

Chetan sensed, yet again, that Shobha was nearing climax and tapped Bhola on his shoulder to stop. His jaw wet and smeared with the juices from Bhabhi’s pussy, the young lad looked up. Realizing that this was an interruption and not a termination of the activity, he sat back on his haunches. Chetan noticed that Bhola's cock was erect with a prominent bulging knob-like tip.

Shobha slapped her forehead and groaned at this torment. "Jaanu, mein mar jaoongi..... don't be so cruel!", (Darling, I will die!) she pleaded, writhing on the bed. Chetan had to hide his glee at her sexual distress. He waited for her ardour to cool a bit, continuing to massage her breasts, and then felt it was time to ask her the big question.

"Jaanu, do you want Bhola to fuck you now?"

Shobha whined in exasperation and said in a little girl tone, "Of course, Jaanu..... Yeh bhi kya poochne ki baat hai?" (Is this even worth asking?!)

Chetan brought his mouth close to Shobha's ear, and told her, "So ask me nicely, baby"

Shobha moaned in her baby girl tone, "Yes, Jaanu, I want Bhola to fuck me."

"No, that wont do! Ask me nicely!"

In that state, Shobha would have agreed to say or do anything Chetan wanted her to. Her pussy was on fire, and she was writhing on the bed on her ass, rubbing her thighs together. Chetan continued to squeeze her breasts and a bemused Bhola, seated on his haunches on the bed, hands on his knees watching the couple and was trying to make sense of the family mini-squabble. He happily noted his name mentioned, and sensed someone was pleading for his case.

Shobha tried to get the words right slowly, "Jaanu, can Bhola fuck me?"

"Say please", insisted Chetan.

Shobha gritted her teeth and pleaded, "Please, Janu, Please..... Can Bhola fuck me?"

"Once more! And loudly this time!"

An exasperated Shobha shouted, "Jaanu, please can Bhola fuck me now?"

Chetan smiled. This felt good to hear. "Go ahead, baby!".

And then to Bhola, "Bhola, Bhabhi ko chodoge?" (Bhola, wll you fuck your mistress?)

Bhola's face lit up with joy. Without waiting for further invitation, he lined himself up between Shobha's legs and brought his thick cock up against her pussy.

Shobha hadn’t  lost all her wits. She wanted to make sure that Bhola didnt come across as being on familiar territory. She raised her head, eager to guide his cock. Bhola did need that help. He had done Bhabhi more than a couple of times last week, but never in missionary style. It didn't seem difficult, but he was glad when bhabji's eager hand grabbed the tip of his thick swollen cock and escorted it to the valley of pleasure.

With a deep breath and in a single stroke, Bhola's cock parted Shobha's pussy and went in all the way.

"Unnnnhhhhhhhhh.......Uuuuiii", Shobha moaned with pleasure, her eyes closed and drawing in a deep breath. Her hands stretched out, looking for Chetan, found his hand and gratefully intertwined her fingers tightly with his.

And Bhola began pumping.

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Shobha's mouth opened like an "O", her eyes widened but in an unfocused way and she found herself gasping from breath. She grasped Chetan's palm tightly with her fingernails digging into his wrist, as he held on firmly to both her hands.

"Unnhhhhh....hhhhhhun.....Oh....God...Unnnnn!!"

This wasn't the first time that Bhola was fucking his bhabhi, but this was the first time he was doing it in old fashioned missionary position. The position gave him much better mobility, and being able to see Bhabhi's round breasts flapping in rhythm as he shoved his cock in and out of her pussy was all the motivation he needed. He was also able to pump deeper and harder in this position.

Chetan gazed at the sight before him. His naked wife had her head between his own naked thighs. Hie own erect cock was pointing in the air, and just a few inches away from Shobha's face and mouth. But she wasn't focused on him. Or his cock .Her eyes were staring unseeingly at the ceiling, her magnificent breasts naked and glistening in the yellow golden light of the bedroom. Her nipples were fully erect.

And the cause of this condition was the young handsome stud from Jharkhand, whose thick dark brown swollen cock was going like a piston in and out of Bhabhi's pussy. The shaft was beginning to glisten with reflection from the bedroom light on the wetness that it picked up from her wet pussy. Bhola's hands were on either side of Shobha's waist, pressed hard on the bed to give him leverage and his lithe back was arched upwards, his broad chest and strong shoulders - muscled but not too bulging - and his back tapering off into small, tight, rounded buttocks a lighter shade of brown compared to the rest of his back.

Bhola looked like a greek statue come to life, carefully sculpted and now copulating with his delirious mistress.

Chetan was observing carefully. His young athlete, he realized, was running a sprint when he should be pacing a marathon.

"Dheere, Bhola! Dheera! Yeh T20 match nahim hain, abhi to tumhe test match khelna hai", Chetan placed a hand on Bhola's shoulder to slow him down.

Bhola was looking down on Shobha's contorted face. He now looked up at Chetan, but his eyes were glazed and his pelvis still going like a piston drilling into Shobha's pussy. He showed no sign of having heard his coach's advisory.

Chetan let go of the restraint on Shobha's palms, and slapped Bhola firmly on his cheek twice - not too hard, but hard enough to break through the fog in his lust-laden brain.

Chetan paused suddenly in mid-hump, and looked at Chetan who evidently seemed annoyed with him but relieved that he had the young stud's attention. Chetan mimed slow motion movement with his palms to cue Bhola the slow pace he wanted Bhola to pump.

"Dheere, Bhola, Dheere!" Chetan broke his words into syllables, (Slow! Bhola, Slow!)

Bhola over corrected for the instructions. And stopped completely mid-stroke, looking at Chetan for the next cue.

Chetan slapped his forehead.

Lying below Bhola, and her head ensconced between Chetan's thighs, Shobha shrieked at the rude and sudden interruption.

"Bijli chali gayi kya?! Jaanu, what the fuck is this! " (Did the power just go off?!), and then calming down a bit, "Janu, cant you just let him do me without applying the brakes!"

But Bhola was a fast learner. He  learnt that the game was to tease and torment, and not to just hump and pump. Chetan cued him, "Bhola, tumhe bus toh nahin pakadni hai na?" (You dont need to catch a bus, do you?!).
Like an orchestra conductor, Chetan used his hands to indicate when Bhola should speeden up, and when he should slow down!"

For Shobha, this was a new experience. She was by nature used to exercising control. This was in built into the deep exhibition streak she had. She derived a sense of power by displaying, offering and withholding her femininity to men around her, including her husband.

The urge and desire to sexually dominate at various times resulted in behavior that would seek her to tease, shock, seduce males around her.

This evening, things were running differently. Both men, acting in tandem, had ganged up on her and her writ was not working. The only consolation was that her husband appeared in control.

Shobha gave up trying to suggest an alternate script, and let her body respond to the rhythm of Bhola's pumping. At Chetan's command, Bhola slowed down and to an almost slow motion pace. To both Chetan and Bhola, this meant the slow sight of Bhola's cock penetrate and Shobha's thick, wet pussy lips and pulling back. Bhola slowly pulled out his entire cock from the pussy. Shobha's pussy lips squeezed the cock, reluctant to let go and it came out with a small "pop" sound. Bhola lost no time in slowly inserting the cock back into the pussy. For Bhola, this was a new experience and he realized the slow motion pumping gave him a chance to soak in the visual details of his bhabi's named body in the throes of passion, and gave him a much greater sense of control.

Shobha could finally take no more of it and grabbed Bhola's round, tight buttocks hard with her fingernails, leaving angry scratch marks on his brown skin and began moving her own pelvis up and down to make up for Bhola's lack of kinetics.

In a distant part of Shobha's passion-racked brain, she realized the irony that a week back, Bhola had mauled and ravaged her body by the brute force of his coupling, and now it was she who was scratching and squeezing Bhola demanding urgency and vigor.

Finally, as both men watched in fascination Shobha began to spasm and contort. She began to gasp for breath. Her eyes shut tightly, she tossed her head back and her naked body began trembling uncontrollably as waves of orgasm swept over her.

And finally peace descended on her.