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

[Ravi Shikha]

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.

 

[Ravi Shikha]

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.

 

[Ravi Shikha]

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 wasnt 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 simultatenously 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.

 

[Ravi Shikha]

Exciting to have crossed 100K+ views! Also, in response to requests, I have posted large updates this time. I hope to get reader feedback. At least just hit the “like” button if you really have nothing to say but enjoyed reading. I would love to hear comments. This is my first attempt at writing erotica and I have no incentive to keep going except for the feedback I get. This will serve as encouragement for me and other authors like me.

Like other authors, I have a family & work & personal commitments I need to balance, and writing erotica does take a lot of effort :-)

I am also keen to bring this story to a completion and not leave it hanging. I do have some ideas in my head about the direction the story could take from now on, and keen to hear any suggestions.

 

[Curiousbull]

Erotica at its best. You seem to have lived your story.

 

[Ravi Shikha]

That left Bhola now as the last cock standing.

Shobha had collapsed over Chetan, breathless and sweating but tightly embracing her husband. After a couple of minutes, she rolled over off Chetan. Chetan's cock, now limp and wet and covered with her juices and his semen, pulled out of Shobha's pussy with a faint "pop". Shobha stretched out naked between the two equally naked men. Almost without missing a beat, Shobha's hand reached out and possessively grabbed Bhola's erect cock and began gently massaging it.

Chetan rolled over to his side to watch how his wife would take down the last standing soldier. He was sure it would begin as hand-to-hand combat, but he was curious which party would come out on top.

He didnt have to wait long. Shobha made the first move. Her hair towel that she had discarded earlier that evening after completing her shower, lay at a corner of the bed. Letting go of Bhola's cock, she used the towel to quickly clean up her dripping juices and Chetan's cum from her thighs and pussy.

Then, she straddled Bhola by sitting on his thighs but pulled him up into a half sitting position facing her and tightly embraced him.

Bhola was now sitting naked on the bed, his legs stretched out. Shobha sat astride him, her arms around Bhola's neck, hugging him tightly against her, her breasts squashed against his chest just as Bhola's erect cock was painfully squeezed between both their bellies. Shobha kissed Bhola on his mouth, barely letting him breathe. Bhola responded back with passion, his own arms wrapped around his bhabhi's beautiful back and pulling her tightly against him.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing and both lovers letting their arms explore each others back, neck and shoulder, Shobha broke off.

She held Bhola's face between her palms, touched her nose tip to his and locked her eyes deep into Bhola. Because she was squatting on Bhola's thighs, her face was at level with him. Without breaking eye contact with Bhola, she lifted her waist while resting her weight on her knees. Bhola's erect cock pushed against her thighs. She freed one hand from its clamp on Bhola's cheeks, used it to guide the cock into her pussy and slowly sat down once again, now impaling herself on Bhola's cock. The hot erect cock slithered into her well lubricated pussy and a moan and a sigh erupted simultaneously from both lovers.

Both Shobha and Bhola were sitting on the bed, facing each other, with Shobha's thighs wrapped tightly around Bhola's narrow waist and his cock now buried in her pussy. Her hands went back to holding Bhola's face between them and her eyes again looked deep into Bhola's with her nose tip again back to nuzzling Bhola's.

Both Shobha and Bhola began rocking gently. Very gently and very slowly. At first, both were uncoordinated but like two graceful dancers finding their rhythm in a ballet, their pelvis began grinding into each other in perfect tandem. And eyes stayed locked into each other.

 

[Ravi Shikha]

Chetan, the husband, found the lovers position evocative of a sculpture from Khajuraho. It was simultaneously both incredibly sexy as well as romantic. Shobha locked her eyes with Bhola. This completely mesmerized the young lad who found it more intimate that the physical penetration his cock had accomplished of his bhabhi's pussy. The gentle rocking of their bodies in tandem - rather than the vigorous humping that Shobha used previously to fuck her husband made their couple seem more divine rather than seem debauched.

And Shobha began cooing to Bhola, while continuing the gentle rocking.

"Mere pyaare Bhola raja", (My dear Bhola) she murmured repeatedly, her slender fingers framing Bhola's slightly sweating face, her mouth intimately close to Bhola's but just refraining from a kiss. Her naked breasts were mashed against his chest. Bhola could feel his bhabhi's erect nipples against his bare chest. His palms massaged her bare back pulling her tightly against him into an embrace.

"Bhola, mazaa aa raha hain na?", (Bhola, are you having fun?) Shobha asked him hoarsely, her eyes locked into his.
Frankly, it was a pointless question. The young lad was visibly inching towards the doorstep to sexual heaven.

"Bhola, bhabhi pooch rahi hai ki tumhe maza aa raha hai ki nahin?", (Bhola, bhabhi is asking if you are having fun) Chetan helpfully amplified the question seeking to play interlocutor between the two lovers. He was stretched out naked next to the intertwined lovers, lying on his side, his head resting on one palm supported on his elbows and the other palm absent-mindedly playing with his flaccid freshly-discharged and sticky cock. He was watching the Khajuraho-like spectacle on his bed. For all you know, he might have been stretched out on the sand in a nudist beach playing with his cock and watching the sunset instead of watching his naked wide copulate with her lover and their servant right next to him on their marital bed.

Bhola always had a struggle trying to make polite social conversation when his libido was engaged in top gear, but this was his master speaking. He found it difficult to break hypnotic eye contact with his mistress who was gently rocking on his naked thigh, while his cock lay buried inside her wet pussy. Our man could manage a feeble effort.

"Haan, saheb", he panted, "Bada maza aa raha hai. Bhabhi ekdum must hain". (Yes, sir. Am having fun. Bhabhi is hot!)
Chetan noted Bhola's limited repertoire of words to describe his mental and physical state. Bhola was interwined with his naked bhabhi in what was looking like an enactment of a long-forgotten posture from the Kamasutra, and a bit more prose would have done justice to the scenery.

"Tumhara toh sapna such ho raha hai na, Bhabhi ko chodne ka?", (It must be a dream come true for you to fuck your bhabhi like this).
Chetan helpfully cued him chancing a bit of coarseness. After all, readers have been previously acquainted with his provenance from Delhi.

Bhola grabbed the conversation opener, "Haan, saheb, bahut dinon se bhabhi ko dekh ke hum pagla jaate the........ bhabhi ekdum garam he....Bhabhi ko chodne ka hamara sapna tha ... Abhi sach hua. Saheb, appko bahut dhanyawad)"
(Yes, sire! I would go crazy watching bhabhi! She is a hot piece! It was my dream to fuck her. Today its come true! Thanks to you, sir!).

The lad had his cock nestling in bhabhi's pussy and he felt giving a vote of thanks to the bhabhi's husband would let him keep his peace for now. Not to mention help him protect his posture.

"Kyon, kabhi bhabhi pe muth mara hai kya tumne?", Chetan baited Bhola with more coarseness. (Have you ever masturbated thinking about your bhabhi?)

"Haan, saheb, bhabhi ko soch ke hum muth marte the. Har raat ko!", (Yes, sir! I used to masturbate while fantasizing about her. Every night!) Bhola confessed naively thinking honesty would get him to conclude this conversation more quickly. After all, he wanted to get back to the business of banging his beautiful bhabhi.

"Suna, Shobha? Tumhara aashiq tumhe sock ke tum pe muth marta tha bechara!", (Did you hear that, Shobha?! Your lover used to fantasize about you when masturbating! The poor guy!) Chetan tagged Shobha into the conversation.

"Bhola, tum toh ekdum badmash ho ........... Koi bhala apni bhabhi ke bare mein aisa sochta hai kya! Naughty boy!", (Bhola, you are an evil man! Does anyone fantasize about their own bhabhi?! Naughty boy!) Shobha slapped Bhola's cheek playfully while continue to rock gently on his cock.

Bhola was meanwhile becoming aware of another strange sensation. Shobha was alternately tightening and relaxing her pussy muscles over Bhola's cock. This unfamiliar and yet delightful feeling, and Shobha's gently rocking motion and her naughty talk made Chetan's cock swell even more. His cock ached deliciously in its captivity, and begged relief. He looked at Shobha. Her hair seemed wild now, and she had a wanton look on her face. Her lips seemed so juicy - so near and yet so far. Shobha wasnt even letting him kiss her. He tried once again, but she put her slender finger coyly between their lips and nudged him back, while continuing to rock gently.

Bhola now began to grow exasperated - he was fully aroused but couldn't have his way with her. These high society niceties be damned, he wanted to just throw a naked Shobha on the bed, flip her around, shove his swollen cock into her pussy from behind and just fuck her violently doggie style. He gritted his teeth and kept up the nicety of rocking back and forth. The effort of having to make polite conversation with the husband was beginning to grate on his nerves.

Bhola's sex partner was forcing him into some silly ball room steps, when all Bhola wanted to do was to dance a wild bhangra
Bhola's sex partner was forcing him into some coy Khajuraho foreplay when all he wanted to do was to fuck her Jharkhand style.
Bhola's sex partner's husband was forcing him to strain his brain with some polite conversation when all he wanted was to grunt and pump.

 

[Ravi Shikha]

Shobha sensed that Bhola was chafing at the restraint. It secretly delighted her - after all, this is what she yearned for - to tease and torment a man. A bit like showing a starving man delicious dish, make him smell the aroma and yet offer him but a morsel.

She decided to twist the knife further. A n amused Chetan stopped speaking and fiddling with his flaccid cock and watched the sexual tension build up between his wife and her lover. He sensed the bitch in her was beginning to bloom, and was going to charge through the chink he had mischievously opened up in his sexual rival's armour.

"Mere badmash Bhola! Jab muth marte the toh mere bare mein kya sochte the? Bolo, mein bhi toh sunoon!", (My naughty Bhola! When you were shagging, you were fantasizing about me! Tell me about your fantasy! I want to hear more.) Shobha teased Bhola with some baby talk in a little-girl voice. She continued to look deep into his eyes while rocking herself gently, the movement producing gentle to and fro motion on Bhola's cock. She touched the tip of her nose with Bhola's.

Bhola tried to kiss her, but she pulled back like a coy damsel.

Which she most definitely wasn't.

"Haain, bhabhi, aapke muth marta tha! Aaj chod raha hoon!", (Yes, bhabhi! Its true that I would fantasize about you when masturbating.) Bhola voice rose a few octaves as he self-incriminated himself with this confession. Better to brazen it out, he thought, and conclude the distraction.

"Badmash! Naught Boy!". Shobha again playfully slapped him on his cheeks.

This was when Bhola lost it.

There is only so much a full blooded male can take. Especially when a significant percentage of your blood is flowing into your favorite appendage. Here he was, patiently waiting in the queue for fucking the queen of his dreams. He had come so close, but hadn't yet come and he wasn't in a state of mind to appreciate the pun in that thought. First, he had to watch her do some silly catwalk. True, it was sexy as hell but he was forced to sit and clap his hands like it was some silly school play when all he wanted to do was to jump at the bhabhi doing the catwalk, rip her clothes apart and just fuck her right there on the silly catwalk in front of her snooty upper class husband. Then he had to wait with an aching hard-on and get teased while the husband and wife played some dumb statue game. Again, he had to hold himself back and be content with inspecting her in her bra and panties when he was badly itching to just rip her fancy under garments off and shove his cock in. As if that wasn't enough, he had to twiddle his thumb and watch while the husband fucked his hot wife within sniffing distance of him, while had to sit and play audience and that too after he was the one who had warmed her up. And the last straw was now when he finally thought he was getting his turn, and his bhabhi was instead playing coy and giving him some lecture about why he shouldn't shag on her. That that too after her husband made him come up with a premature vote of thanks for a romp that he hadn't yet consummated.

He had his cock inside her pussy but the dame wasn't letting him fuck her.

Instead here she was giving him a moral science lecture. What was this world coming to!

Bhola grabbed Shobha's hands by the wrists, pinned them behind her back and began smooching her wildly. Turning on his full strength, he found he could use just one large left hand to pin both of Shobha's wrists together in a pincer grip. Having freed his right hand, he grabbed her large breasts and squeezed them hard. One after the other. He then pinched her hard on the nipple.

Shobha wasn't entirely caught off-guard. She had sensed the sexual frustration building up in his eyes, and the way his body was stiffening when she rocked back gently. He knew that the way she was using her vaginal muscles to clench and unclench his penis was causing him unease, and the buddha-like posture she was seated in with her legs wrapped around his thighs, he couldn't exercise physical control over her.

Her wrists and breasts hurt, but beyond drawing in a sharp breath, she denied him the satisfaction of a shriek.

Instead, she leaned back away from Bhola, supported her upper body weight on her elbows on the bed, tightened the grip her legs had around Bhola's buttocks and pushed her waist forward. Bhola's cock was till then only half-buried in her pussy. This action caused her to take in the entire cock into her pussy. And she tightened her pussy muscles.

Her facial expression transformed from being a coy, teasing damsel to an angry, domineering bitch.

I wont let you fuck me! This is how I am going to fuck you! That's what her face and body posture seemed to scream at her lover.

Instead of Shobha shrieking, it was Bhola who sucked in his breath sharply with the surprise at this unexpected counter attack.

Bhola wasn't the one to give up so easily. Unable to wrest free from the way Shobha had pinned her powerful thighs around his waist, he subconsciously mirrored her posture. He too leaned back, let go of his hold on Shobha's breasts and rested his upper body weight on his elbows behind his back. When he leaned back to rest on his elbows, his cock withdrew partially from Shobha's pussy. Immediately, he rammed his lower body and pelvis against Shobha’s pelvis. That sudden sharp motion caused his cock to ram hard into Shobha’s pussy.

Puchak!

Both Shobha and Bhola moaned but neither wanting to give the other the satisfaction of audibly doing so.

And that’s how I am going to fuck you, memsahib! Bhola gritted his teeth and said this with his feisty look.

It was Shobha’s turn to repeat the move. With identical effect. After having absorbed Bhola’s hard thrust, she pulled back her waist and this caused her pussy to partially release its grip on his cock. Before he could do anything about it, she rammed back and his cock buried it’s full length back into her pussy.

Both Bhola and Shobha started dueling and duetting in a synchronized and animal like manner. This was pure passion and primal lust in motion. Neither wanted to yield sexual primacy to the other and each had an instinct to take the pole position. Yet in a base and equally primal manner, each knew that they could selfishly get sexual pleasure - and exert dominance - by overpowering the other with sexual delight. Where Chetan was striving to deliver ecstasy to Shobha by caressing and pleasuring her body selflessly, Shobha and Bhola were trying to establish dominance and extract pleasure for themselves by trying to sexually dominate the other’s body.

Chetan watched the sexual combat between two gladiators- each neither asking for quarter nor expecting it. What started as romantic rocking and genteel intertwining of limbs and torso between two lovers became old fashioned carnal humping.Both Shobha and Bhola now descended into undisguised animal-like fucking. Gone was the divine Khajuraho embrace.

This was now a naked virile man fucking an older and classier woman, as if there was no tomorrow.
This was also a bitch in the heat fucking her slave into submission.

Pure lust at its finest!

Shobha and Bhola began both mashing and grinding their waists against each other in an battle crazed manner as if there was no tomorrow. It wasn’t clear who was fucking whom, and that precisely was what was driving the carnal power packed encounter.

Each wanted to fuck the other.

"Ummmmmmm!!"
"AaaaaaaaaaAh"
Ummmmmmm!!"
"AaaaaaaaaaAh"

And then finally, in a frenzied breathless and sweaty crescendo, both erupted into an orgasm at the same time. Bhola felt her Shobha's body tighten, her eyes now rolled back, and her breathing became rushed and noisy. Even in that state, she refused to yield and dug her fingernails into his cheeks leaving angry red marks behind. He redoubled his humping, now tightening the grip he had over her, but his triumph was short-lived. Less than a minute later he too discharged, shooting copious cum into her pussy. Even in that moment of bliss, they did not let go of each other. Like gladiators locked in combat even in their final moments, Shobha rolled on top of Bhola, who pushed her over - and as an awestruck Chetan made room on the bed for the slithering lovers by sliding out of the way - Bhola pushed Shobha down and got on top of her. Only to be pushed down when she rolled over.

Finally, peace was restored as each ended their somersault by coming to a rest side by side, facing each other, legs intertwined around each other, their bodies covered in sweat and panting for breath.

Chetan watched the spectacle with fascination. After a few minutes of shuddering and squirming, once he realized that the last of Shobha's waves of orgasms had subsided, he gently assisted in uncoupling her from the tight embrace from her lover. He lifted her from the lovers body, who now seemed equally spent and breathless, and lovingly helped her lie down next to him. Like an affectionate husband, he bushed her hair carefully off her face - it was sweaty and sticky, and carefully pulled a pillow under her hair.

Shobha, her eyes half-open and half swooning, reciprocated her husband's tenderness with a look of intense gratitude.

No wife could have asked for more.
From her husband and from her servant.
Individually or together.
The lockdown had made them come together in more ways than one.

Definitely she had cum more than once.

 

[Rajesh Sarhadi]

awesome

 

[p_gal]

amazing amazing amazing
my vocabulary has no words for what you have created