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Shobha Fucked by the Servant Bhola

The surly fellow shook his head without taking his eyes off her deep cleavage, and then with a change of mind pointed to a place at the corner of the shop at the far end from where both were seated. Chetan thought the fellow had misunderstood since the place pointed out was in plain visibility of everyone seated in the tavern.

He shrugged and plugged in his earphones to prepare to make a call to his office on check on the status of a client deal.

“Jaanu, (darling), let’s hurry out as soon as it stops raining. Yahan sab hamein ghoor rahe hain”. (Darling, let’s hurry out as soon as it stops raining. Here everyone is staring at us!)

Shobha looked at Chetan, and looked around the room. He was of course right. The truck driver and his cleaner, and the four college guys on a vacation were all shamelessly ogling her. Shobha leaned back, thrust her breasts upwards and took a deep breath causing her breasts to bulge out even more.

Then she leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially to Chetan, “Baby, Lets make them jealous!”.

In a smooth action, she got up from the table, slung the carry bag across her shoulders and sashayed across the tavern floor towards the spot where the waiter had pointed. Chetan’s mouth dropped open and he looked at her. She swayed her ass in an exaggerated manner, just like a model on a catwalk and she walked past and between the tables with the truck driver and his cleaner, and the college kids. Six pairs of male eyes watched her gorgeous ass.

She paused the spot at the other end of the tavern where there was a clearing without tables. She spun around on her heels like a model who reaches the end of the catwalk and pivots. A 40-watt yellow bulb hung exactly above her head and illuminating her, making her body shine even more in contrast to the dim light in the tavern. She placed the cart bag on a still next to her. And then in a single smooth act, she pulled apart the cross tail flaps of her shirt and took it off.

There was pin drop silence in the room as the men watched stunned. She was now clothed only in her black bra and denim shorts. The black bra contrasted with creamy fair skin that glowed golden in the reflection of the bulb above. Shobha then turned her back to her male audience. The bra she wore had a thin strap, and her naked smooth back glistened in the reflected light. She then reached back, and in one practised stroke uncooked her bra and pulled it off her body this showing her bare back to the audience. She paused for a few seconds like a model at the catwalk posing and waiting for the cameras to click And the audience to take in this fill of the spectacle.

And then’ hands on her hips, she spun around, bare-breasted, to face her audience.

Her magnificent 36C breasts jiggled with the pivot and were now exposed to eight pairs of male eyes. The waiter froze in mid motion, and so did Chetan and the six other men in the room staring at the stunning spectacle in front of them.

Chetan’s mouth dropped open. He wanted to shout but no words came out.

Shobha tilted her chin up, raised her hands, brought them to her forehead and then slowly ran her hands through the wet hair. The act caused her naked breasts to thrust out even more. Her smooth, hairless armpits were exposed to the audience. Her dark brown nipples, perfectly rounded like a full moon crowned the tip of medium sized well rounded breasts. The nipples were visibly erect. He hands caressed and brushed the length of her her hair, and then she brought th e palm’s forward. She brought her two hands on either side of her full breasts, almost as if she then wanted to squeeze the gorgeous globes together. Instead her hands brushed past the bteasts, caressed her chest, paused at her navel and then went down to the denim shorts.

Which she then pulled off her body.

Chetan watched in stunned and paralyzed silence as if watching an erotic movie. He wife of two years was now standing topless, and clad only in black panties. She didn’t make eye contact with the men in the tavern. For all she cared, she was along in the privacy of her room and stripping unconcerned about the audience she had. She then leaned across and zipped open the carry bag. Her heavy breasts jiggled.

Chetan thought he heard a glass drop from the hands of the truck driver and shatter as it hit the floor. No one bothered about the broken glass as they all drunk in the spectacle of a lifetime.

A.naked, beautiful woman performing a strip tease in a filthy tavern.

Shobh pulled out a clinging full sleeved t-shirt. She casually pulled it on over her breasts. Eight pairs of male eyes, including the husband watched reluctantly as the gorgeous breasts disappeared under a clingy long sleeved t-shirt. Shobha then pulled out another pair of dry shorts. She casually pulled it over her panties and coolly buttoned up. She then smoothed the t-shirt and adjusted it over the shorts.

And she retraced her walk from the far end towards her husband. Her braless breasts jiggled as she walked, and the nipples were erect and protruding. She walked past the men, open mouthed and frozen like statues, who weren’t even blinking because they didn’t want to miss anything in this erotic spectacle.

Shobha reached their table, smiled innocently at Chetan, “Jaanu, shall we leave? It’s stopped raining now”.

Chetan snapped out of his daze, pulled out a five hundred rupee note from his wallet, threw it on the table, grabbed Shobha by the elbow, picked up the carry bag in his other hand and ran out of the tavern.

Neither of them looked back as they raced away.

Chetan was simultaneously confused and excited about the exhibitionist streak that seemed to have surfaced in his wife, triggered by the lockdown and the enforced confinement in their three bedroom flat with their servant Bhola. As long as it was harmless, he thought we should be ok. Bhola seemed to be a quiet fellow, and he hoped would not be the kind of guy who would talk about the erotic behaviour of his mistress to anyone.

And who would be talk to In this lockdown? The three of them were confined to their flat through the lockdown, and the apartment management had sent a strict message on the community WhatsApp group for inmates to not step out. All ordered grocery and essentials had to be ordered on phone or online and would be delivered at the reception at the lobby. Even if Bhola were to talk, who would believe him? And Shobha’s actions seemed to reignite lust back in their relationship. Sudenly, Chetan felt better.

Chetan wrapped up his last video call of a busy day and went looking for his wife. He found her in the living room curled up on the sofa watching web series on their giant sized wall mounted TV. Wait! It was the way she was seated on the 3-seater sofa that caught his attention. She was wearing a frilly pink skirt that he hadn’t seen her wear for a long time. Her legs were curled and the skirt had ridden up exposing her thighs. She saw him and shifted, and the act seemed to pull up her skirt a bit higher exposing her creamy curved thighs a bit more.

With a smile he walked over to join her. The smile froze on his lips as he saw their servant Bhola seated just across Shobha, squatting on his haunches on the carpet watching the TV along with her. Bhola caught his eye and have his saheb an embarrassed grin.

Chetan was about to say something when Shobha shushed him with a finger to her lips asking him to be silent. “Shhhhh ….. Bunty is sleeping.” She didn’t make room for him and he wordlessly took his seat to the single seater sofa to her left. Now Shobha was stretched out on the sofa facing the TV, and she had Chetan on a single seater sofa to her left and Bhola squatting on the floor, right opposite Chetan and to Shobha’s right.

The web series was playing a steamy scene. It was one of those medieval dramas where everyone ends up naked at some time. A beautiful women was tied up as a.prisoner, standing with her hands cuffed to chains mounted on the wall and a guard seemed to be kissing her forcibly. She seemed to be protesting and the guard tore open her dress exposing a shapely milky breast with a pink nipple.

Chetan felt embarrassed. Not the kind of stuff he would watch in front of a servant. That’s when he noticed that strangely Bhola wasn’t watching the TV. Bhola was watching his mistress’s creamy thighs. That’s when Chetan realized with a lump to his throat that Shobha’s legs were curled at an angle that gave Bhola an unhindered erotic view. As of on cue, Shobha changed her position and crossed her legs one over the other. That made the skirt ride even higher. her right thigh was crossed over her left thigh and the lower part of the thigh smoothly tapered off to the bottom of her buttocks. Her upper thighs were completely open to view by her servant. They were smooth, creamy and fleshy.

“Bitch!” , thought Chetan, she is putting up an act again. He watched the spectacle careful not to make Bhola feel conscious. “Let the bastard watch”, thought Cbetan, after all this was harmless and when it would get over it would be he – the husband – who would take the wife to their bedroom and get to fuck her while the poor bastard would have to be content with just jerking off. The thought made Chetan feel excited and he felt the beginning of a hard-on.

The naked lady on the TV screamed. The guard was squeezing her exposed breast.

” Bhola, thoda volume kum karna”, (Bhola, reduce the volume) said Shobha gesticulating to the TV. Her skirt inched up higher. Bhola drink in the sight and then dutifully went to the TV and fiddled with the control.

And then Bhola did something interesting. He didn’t return to his original position, and instead slumped against the centre table. Chetan realized with a shiver that Bhola had cleverly chosen a vantage point that gave him a c!over and more direct view of Shobha’s thighs.

As if on cue, Shobha unfurled her legs and put them on the floor. And parted the thighs slightly.

A lump came to Chetan’s throat. Shobha’s pose was even more indecent than earlier. From where Chetan could sit, he could see into right between Shobha’s thigh. Shobha spread her thighs an inch more. Chetan could have sworn her panties were now visible. His breath quickened.

On the TV screen, the guard had now stripped the woman prisoner completely. Both her breasts were now exposed. The fellow was brutally mauling her breasts while the woman in chains moaned in a mix of pain and ecstasy. The guard then thrust a hand between her thighs. The woman moaned even more loudly.

Shobha gestured to Bhola to pass her the remote. The fellow took this opportunity to shift closer to his mistress. He was now merely four feet away and the shift of angle have him an eye view to Shobha’s upskirt. Somewhere between the guard on TV raping the prisoner and Shobha changing her seating position, and Bhola pulling himself closer to the centre table and at eye level with Shobha’s thighs, Shobha’s skirt had risen a few more inches higher and her thighs had parted.

Bhola could now see the white flash of her panties. Shobha crossed and uncrossed her legs again. The white panty patch disappeared and reappeared again and then she closed her thighs again. Bhola felt !ike he had briefly glimpsed heaven, before the vision faded.

Both men had raging hardons by now.

Mercifully the web series episode ended just when the guard was done with the woman prisoner fainted. Chetan wondered absentmindedly if the woman prisoner had climaxed before fainting. Shobha rose, switched off the TV.

“Aaj ke liye itna hi”, (That’s all for today). She flashed a brilliant innocent smile. Bhola grinned back, a bit less embarrassed than earlier and clearly met her She and nodded like a slave.

Shobha got up, yawned like a diva, stretched her arms above her head and the action tightened her t shirt around the curve of her breasts. yawning once again, she walked to their bedroom swaying her hips in an exaggerated way fully conscious that two pairs of male eyes were ogling her and both had hard to conceal erections.

Chetan wordlessly ran behind her. He quickly shut the door to their bedroom, pulled down his track pants and reached out to yank Shobha’s skirt off. Shobha smiled. She was expecting him, and as she parted her thighs. Chetan pulled down her panties and thought he was a damp spot. No wonder her pussy was moist and he plunged his cock savagely into her. We

Shobha moaned in satisfaction. Chetan realized she had planned all this.

Chetan didn’t care whether the curtains to the French window were drawn open.

In the frenzy of his fucking, he was now past caring if they had any audience.

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