[RaviShikha]

It took a few minutes before Shobha opened her eyes. If she had opened them earlier, she would have seen the sight of her husband high-five his co-conspirator and their servant, now promoted to a lover,  

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she looked around at both men. Both had the gloating look that comes for men with the vanity of having served a large orgasm for their woman.

Never mind that there was teamwork involved here.

Still on her back on the bed, a naked and glowing Shobha smiled at both men. She also noticed that both men still sported a hard-on. She curiously looked from one cock to the other, making a mental comparison.

Bhola's cock was thick, with a shaft the colour of chocolate brown and had a round knob of lighter shade of brown at the tip. The neighbourhood to the cock  was clean shaven, but instead of giving his apparatus a neat freshly scrubbed look, it accentuated the bulging veins and leathery texture of the shaft which could not hide its working class character. Distinctly hard working, weather beaten and rugged - that’s what the cock signaled about its owner. It was the kind of cock, a woman would like to package into a handbag, and would love to show off at a kitty party where it might draw a mix of giggles and envious looks.

If you looked past the hairy convexity of Chetan's belly, you saw that he had a fair, nearly pinkish cock. The mix of baby pink complexion and blue veins gave it a posh upper class look. Unlike Bhola, the foreskin covered the full length giving it a sausage appearance. You could make out by the cock that its owner was sophisticated, genteel and likely to be found traveling business class or someone you would encounter in a five star hotel. Definitely white collar, without much exposure to the weather, the organ seemed accustomed to being bathed in milk and honey. Definitely the kind of cock, whose owner - if you had a choice - you would love to introduce to your grandmother, confident that you would get her approval.

Shobha's contemplation of the anatomical diversity of male genitalia discoverable in proximity of her immediate neighbourhood was cut short with both males stretching out and taking station on either side of her nude body. Both seized common interest in her breasts and began subjecting it to competing ministrations but contrasting styles.

Bhola began sucking her left breast greedily and noisily making up in vigour what he clearly lacked in technique. As if oral attention to the object of pleasure wasn't enough, he put his large palms to good use rhythmically squeezing those firm globes. Shobha was faintly reminded of his efforts kneading dough in the kitchen but this initiative from him definitely brought her more pleasure. Despite having drowned in a shattering orgasm minutes back, she found herself getting aroused once again.

Chetan's approach was more akin to a maestro, and one who had been around the block a few times unlike his less experienced rival occupying territory on Shobha's left breast. Lying down adjacent to Shobha, he cupped her chin with his palm turned her towards his face and gave her a deep kiss. His fingers then teased Shobha's right breast, outlining the nipple with an index finger that he moistened by first inserting in her mouth. His fingers then traced the curve of the lower part of her breast, taking care to stay away from the other breast yielded to the younger rival. The fingers then caressed her abdomen, played with the gentle cavity of her navel, traversed the silky forest of Shobha's sparse pubic hair, parted her thick and wet pussy lips and made a pit stop at the clitoris. Using his three fingers, Chetan massaged and teased the swollen bud. His mouth then latched on to Shobha's nipple and gently bit the areola.

Shobha shuddered at the multiple assaults on her naked body. Two horny men we simultaneously sucking, locking, squeezing and massaging her erogenous zones. In a few minutes, Chetan sensed that she was nearing a second climax and this time, he let nature take its own course and made sure he was kissing her and fingering her pussy when Shobha erupted in another noisy climax.

"Uuuui...maaaaa......", Shobha again arched her back, eyes tightly shut and each of her hands clutching tightly the head and hair of her two lovers. As Shobha erupted in a noisy orgasm for the second time in ten minutes, Bhola was watching in fascination her facial contortions and the way her magnificent naked body was spasming. In his earlier sexual episode with Shobha, the young lad was crazed by the selfish but powerful instinct to quench his own lust, and hadnt paid much attention to the satisfaction of the female partner. He now watched and observed, realizing that sexual power could be commanded by the male by withholding one's climax and tormenting and teasing the female partner to push her over the abyss of feminine bliss.

The young lad was getting a masterclass on sex.

Chetan himself was amazed by what he had pulled off. His own monogamous marital life had, until now, slipped slowly but surely into the boring morass of familiarity that afflicts all couples once they descend into parenthood. His weekly sex with Shobha was good, but nothing great. With the introduction of a virile, and docile - or so he thought - male into the mix, Shobha seemed to have re-ignited her latent streak of exhibitionism. The spark had led him - and Shobha - to push the sexual boundary beyond passive exhibitionism. The resulting flames from exhibitionism seemed to produce heat and lust beyond what he had previously contemplated.  The flames had resulted in Shobha and he orchestrating a threesome, and resulting in Shobha getting fucked by a handsome virile male in his presence.

The trick, he mused, was to keep the flames under control. They were still an upper-class couple, well recognized in social and professional circles, though they might be now locked down for the time being. He had to make sure the threesome remained an experience that didn't spiral out of control.

All that pondering aside, he still had a hard-on and sensed it was now beginning to slowly wilt. He craned his neck and peered past the voluptuousness of Shobha's naked and heaving breasts as she lay recovering from her second orgasm and saw that his rival's organ was suffering similar fortunes.

As Shobha's breathing returned to normalcy for the second time that evening, she too sensed with gratitude that her male partners had been selfless in catering to her pleasure. They deserved a treat.

She decided to take things into her own hands.

Literally.

Shobha reversed her lying down position so that she was now facing the naked men, though still lying between them. Bhola helpfully assisted her with a couple of pillows to support her back so that she was half reclining. She adjusted her position so that each of her ankles was locked into the armpit of each of the men. This also caused her to spread her thighs wide exposing her pussy obscenely to the two men. The two men continued to lie down but facing her now, and they too adjusted a pillow under each of their heads to enjoy the erotic view. Shobha slid down a couple of inches so that her waist was now between the hips of the two men.

Comfortably ensconced in a half-reclining position, her feet locked in the armpit of the two men, her naked breasts up for display, her legs parted exposing her pussy to the two pairs of male eyes, she now reached out and grabbed both cocks simultaneously one in each hand.

Holding one cock in each hand,  she started rhythmically squeezing and pulling the two shafts in perfect unison.

[RaviShikha]

For the first time that evening, Chetan and Bhola surrendered themselves to Shobha.

For both of them, this was eroticism at its best. Both men lay on their back, head upraised on the pillow. Chetan had his hands locked behind his head. Bhola reached out and began playing with Shobha's breast, squeezing the breast and pinching her erect nipple. Shobha had her back supported against a pile of pillows, her foot giving her leverage against the shoulders of the two men, her knees partly pulled up and spread apart and her glistening pussy, still dripping with juices from two orgasms opened up for inspection to the two men, and firmly giving both a hand job.

This continued for about five minutes. Chetan was the first to sense that he was about to .cum, and didnt want to do so before his male rival. He reached out to cover Shobha's grip over his cock with with his own hand. Shobha quickly realized her husband's imminent climax and sensed he didnt want it to end this way without a fuck. Also, her hands were beginning to tire.

The time for foreplay was over. Shobha wanted to get back to fucking.

The dilemma was who should she fuck first? Her husband or her lover?

Shobha made her choice. In a single, smooth action, she got off her half-reclining position and straddled Chetan's waist. Still holding Chetan's cock and letting go of Bhola's cock, she adjusted the angle of her hips and slowly lowered herself on Chetan's erect cock. Chetan drew a deep breath not just in elation at being the chosen consort for copulation but also because he felt his cock part his wife's tight pussy lips and slither into her tight tunnel. Bhola watched, his eyes wide open. Shobha had done the same favour to him last week, but watching her do it to her husband in front of him, and watch her take in her husband’s cock, and see the cock slowly disappear into her pussy was a million times better than the sleazy porn shows he had watched in smelly dimly lit theatres.  Shobha initially ignored him completely. She leaned forward, her full breasts crushed against Chetan's hairy chest and she kissed Chetan on the mouth. Both husband and wife sucked each other's lips hungrily, with Bhola staring wide-eyes and just inches away.

Chetan broke the kiss first. He held Shobha's head between his hands, looked at her lovingly, caressed her thick black hair that was partially covering her face as she lay over his chest. His cock still snugly parked into her pussy, Chetan lovingly tucked in Shobha’s wayward locks of hair behind her ears. Shobha smiled at him and they both touched their nose tips together more like romantic teenagers and oblivious of the leering servant.

Chetan discreetly pulled her head aside and whispered softly into her ear that was away from Bhola.

He asked Shobha the same question for the third time that evening.

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

Shobha shook her head once again, "No Janu", she said softly, and then whispered after a pause, "Not now".

She then raised herself and looked at Bhola finally giving him her attention. Ever since Shobha chose to favour Chetan’s cock over Bhola’s, our lad from Jharkhand was feeling a bit left out and the intimate from the tete-a-tete and romantic canoodling  between the husband and wife made him feel jealous. He may have been a servant but even servants have egos. Even when he, their servant, had been invited to share the marital bed with an upper class couple for that evening.

Resigned to his fate, he consoled himself that the evening still had plenty of promise and if the dish was as good as what was on offer - he had the sexy bhabhi in mind, of course -  he wasn't complaining about having to settle for left overs.

What Shobha did next made him feel much better and raised his drooping spirits. Not to mention his drooping  staff.

With her husband's cock still nestling snugly in her pussy, and continuing to straddle him, Shobha  leaned across and kissed Bhola on the mouth. Chetan reached out for Bhola's hand and placed on his wife's exposed breast. The young lad greedily began squeezing the globe as if it were a long-lost rubber ball that he has just found, and simultaneously began sucking bhabhi’s lips. Shobha opened her mouth and let Bhola's tongue lap hers.

Still wet-kissing Bhola, and moaning with the way Bhola was squeezing her breasts, Shobha raised her waist and began humping her husband.

Chetan reached and grabbed Shobha's naked buttocks, helpfully supporting her up and down bobbing movement while also watching his naked wife play tongue hockey with her lover who was also squeezing her breasts lustily.

Puchack-Puchack-Pachack
Shhhhmoooch.....
Ummmmmmmm.....

The room was filled with the sounds of Shobha's buttocks slapping against Chetan’s thighs, the slurping sound of her kissing Bhola and interspersed with her moaning. After several minutes of humping, Chetan tried another variation. Holding Bhola by the neck, he gently pushed the lad to break the kiss with his wife and instead suck her breasts. Bhola welcoming of coaching interventions  all through the evening, welcomed the change and began sucking as noisily as he was kissing earlier. This now left Bhola's hands idle, and Chetan guided him to Shobha's pussy to just where her pussy lips began. Bhola began caressing the thick and moist pussy lips, but did not know much of what else to do. With perfect husband-wife coordination, Shobha took over from where Chetan left off. Holding Bhola's fingers in her hand, she guided him to her swollen clitoris and began cuing a rubbing motion. Bhola had been a fast learner on all matters sexual, and realized that he should start doing with his fingers the same magic he had rendered to bhabhi with his mouth that evening last week in his room just before bhabhi took his virginity.

Bhola began rubbing Shobha's clitoris while simultaneously sucking her breasts. Shobha, impaled on her husband’s cock, began moaning and continued to bounce up and down fucking her husband. Beads of sweat began forming over her forehead, neck and breasts.

Ten minutes later, Chetan felt he was about to burst. He sensed Shobha was still a bit away. He was still holding her buttocks. He quickly put his hands in his mouth, made sure the fingers were coated with dripping saliva, parted Shobha’ buttock cheeks  and gently used the wet finger to probe Shobha's anus. even while she was bouncing up and down on his cock. His thick and now wet middle finger partly teased the puckering hole, and  as Shobha lowered herself while bouncing, Chetan's wet finger partly penetrated her anus. 

Shobha reacted as if hit by an electric shock. Her mouth opened wide in form of an "O", and she half-shrieked and half-moaned. Chetan immediately withdrew the moist finger and now began grazing the sensitive skin between the base of her pussy lips and the anus.

Both husband and wide erupted almost simultaneously into an orgasm. 

Shobha had her third orgasm that evening. 

Her body shivering spasmodically, her eyes rolling and gasping for breath, she collapsed on top of Chetan's chest with a loud noisy moan,

 "Ooooooooo...iiiiiiii...Maaaaaa!!!!!".

Like scores of men before him, Bhola vaguely wondered why some women at that precise moment of sublime sexual bliss vocally invoke their mothers instead of thanking their bed partners for delivering them to their climax.