Erotica Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant - Season 1 (Completed)

[Manali Bose]

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..... dont 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.

Nice Update...... Keep going, keep writing.... and please give update very soon........

 

[khemucha]

Though you are writing well as usual and in detail(which is very much appreciated), you are loosing out on the Er-Quo due to short updates, which break the scene progression every now and then. May I suggest that you take a few more days in between updates and give us a complete scene/session at a time in a larger update.

 

[Ravi Shikha]

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.

 

[Manali Bose]

Great going.. keep writing and keep updating more.....

 

[Manali Bose]

Eagerly Waiting for The Next Update........

 

[Ravi Shikha]

Working on it. The first cut is ready but need to edit it. Will post it either in the evening or tomorrow morning. Have weekend errands too. Thank you for asking! Also let me know your suggestions of what could happen next in the story.

 

[Raj Yadav]

As I said earlier "i think it maybe your maiden effort in erotica but you are an accomplished writer who is using a pseudo name here."
Now I am convinced.

Superb

 

[Manali Bose]

Working on it. The first cut is ready but need to edit it. Will post it either in the evening or tomorrow morning. Have weekend errands too. Thank you for asking! Also let me know your suggestions of what could happen next in the story.

OK, no hurry.... I will put my suggestions when it will require.. as far now, this story is very well narrating and good going..... So, keep it up.. I hope the next part will bigger than the Previous one..........

 

[Rajizexy]

good story

 

[Ravi Shikha]

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 travelling 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.