Chetan and Shobha lay naked on the bed, their sexual act just completed.
Chetan lay panting, his heavy breathing as much due to his intense energetic pumping and intense passion of their act, as also due to his general lack of fitness. Shobha snuggled against him, her chin against his left shoulder, her breast squashed against his chest and her left leg on top of his with their naked bodies entwined. She ran her index finger over his lips, gently parting them and moistening them against his saliva. She then traced her wet finger down over this chin and then slid it across his hairy chest. The wet finger played with his nipple tracing a circle around it with her fingernail. The finger then resumed its journey as she patted his hairy chest, and then caressed the convexity of his belly.
She was the one who had gone through childbirth, but it was he who had put on weight in the last three years, she thought wryly. She was proud of her figure – maternity had made her breasts grow larger but she was proud of their firmness. A couple of kilos, not more, had accumulated on her waist and buttocks and accentuating her voluptuousness. Her fingers resumed their downward journey, navigating through Chetan’s wiry pubic hair and then reached down and then almost gleefully grasped his penis and scooped his balls in her palm. She squeezed them gently but enough to draw a grasp from a still-panting Chetan. His penis was moist with the mix of her pussy juices and his own discharge. She raised her chin and kissed him gently against his cheek.
Chetan turned to his side so that he could see her better. He kissed her on her mouth. His tongue swirled against her. He squeezed her fleshy breasts and she moaned. He could see she was still hungry. He felt guilt that he discharged so quickly. After all, a staying power of a couple of minutes wasn’t something he was proud of and he remembered how in the early years of their marriage he had timed himself at fifteen minutes. He suspected Shobha hadn’t climaxed today, and that would explain her gentle massage on his cock. The ministrations of a yet-unsatisfied woman, he thought!
It wasn’t his fault that he climaxed so quickly – after it was she who had teased him beyond a point that he could manage. His cock stayed flaccid and unresponsive to her gentle massage. He had been completely drained by the intensity of their just-concluded encounter.
“Jaanu, you are crazy! Do you know what you did in the other room!”, he said, trying to distract her from her continuing massage of his organ.
She continued her gentle squeeze of his cock, then wrapped the fingers of her palm along the length of his cock and gently tugged it. Her efforts were futile and couldn’t coax his spent cock back to life. This soldier was truly exhausted and weary after a fierce but brief skirmish. Her practiced palm slipped down, and scooped his testicles and gently cupped them with a sharp fingernail teasing his scrotum.
He knew he couldn’t stand this afterplay much longer, and tried to distract her into conversation.
“Jaanu, you need to be careful with him around. After all, he is not Kamla-tai”, he said referring to the elderly housekeeper who had preceded Bhola. Kamla-tai was a sixty year old lady and had been housekeeper with the couple since their marriage. They were comfortable with her around, and with the lady being shortsighted and quietly diligent in housework, the couple felt uninhibited in their amorous behavior. Kamla-tai had left for her village to temporarily take care of her ailing sister, and had suggested her grandson as a temporary substitute. It was Shobha’s decision to agree, as she really needed help to manage the two-year old, and Chetan absently acquiesced realizing only subsequently when Bhola turned up at their house that this was a strapping twenty year-old grown up male that he and Shobha would be sharing their roof with until Kamla-tai returned.
And then lockdown happened.
The reference to Bhola succeeded in interrupting Shobha and she withdrew her palm, having also realized the futility of coaxing life back into his freshly-discharged organ. She then turned over on her side to face Chetan who lay on his back. He turned his head to see her magnificent, firm breasts with the coin sized perfectly circular brown areola with an erect nipple at the crowning centre.
“So my baby is jealous, huh!”, she teased him with that smile that he knew would arouse any man who found himself in the same room with her.
“And that’s why my Chota Chetan scored twice in two days!”, she again had her teasing smile, but this time he was uncomfortable at her playful reference to his cock. She used that nickname for his cock to privately tease him in the early years of their marriage whenever she initiated their sex – and that was often the case – but she hadn’t used that nickname for a long time now.
“Jaanu, its risky with him around”, he repeated trying to rebuke her, but he knew he couldn’t muster a stronger tone with her. She always seemed to be the dominant one between the two of them.
“Relax, baby, you know that he has got his ticket booked to go back to his village the day after the lockdown ends”.
“What if he talks about us to others?”, he said expressing the nagging worry that bothered him.
“Baby, he is a buddhu,” (half-wit), she said in a tone that he recognized was the one she used in office, when she worked, with her colleagues and passed judgment. Unfortunately, she often used the same tone on him at home, and he could never push back on her confident assertive self. “He’s not smart like you. He can barely say whats in his mind”.
Chetan suspected that was merely because Bhola was shy and tongue-tied with Shobha because he had never been under the same roof as a smart, sexy and educated woman like Shobha, and that on his own, he suspected all twenty-year old males were the same – horny, testosterone driven and sex-starved. Bhola may be shy, he thought, but he;’s probably still a horny bastard.
He tried a more logical approach.
“What is he records something on his phone, or takes pictures of us”, he said, and couldn’t bring himself to say “you” instead of “us”.
“Relax, baby, he doesn’t have a smartphone. He just has the same feature phone you bought for Shanta-tai. And isn’t it my dear hubby who is getting excited? When was the last time you did it two times in two days?, huunh?”. She refrained from pointing out that she hand’nt climaxed, and not that her husband seemed to have noticed.
“Woh to hai”, he conceded, but still be careful, ok? (Thats right, but still be careful), he said giving in to her.
She smiled secretly at having scored another small victory over him. Chetan’s breathing had slowed down, and he now turned his back to her. In less than a couple of minutes, she heard gentle snoring.
Shobha looked up. The curtains were closed but the room was brightly lit. She reached over and flipped the light switch off. It was just the bedlight that illuminated the bedroom in a soft golden glow. Chetan’s snoring got a bit louder and she now recognized he was fast asleep.
Shobha shifted to her back, and eased herself, still naked, to her side of the bed. She half-closed her eyes, and moistened her lips gently with her tongue. He fingers almost involuntarily moved to her pussy. It was still moist with the remnants of his discharge. Her index finger rubbed against the clitoris – first gently, and then then harshly. He left hand instinctively moved to her breasts squeezing them and mimicking the actions of a fantasy lover. She clenched her lips to prevent making a noise but the snoring husband was past noticing. Then her middle finger parted her pussy lips and penetrated it. That was when she started trembling, and spasms of pleasures swept across in in violent waves through her naked body.
The masturbation over, Shobha now drifted into a dreamless sleep
“Mein kaise lag rahi hoon?” (How do I look?), asked Shobha, as she sashayed into Chetan’s study room.
Chetan shut down his office laptop and took off his headset. He had just finished his last call of the day, and turned around and looked at his wife. She was gorgeous. She had tried on a new dress she had ordered in advance for her birthday and was in a playful mood. She was wearing a noodle strap top with a U cut neck that generously flattered her cleavage. The top was matched with a long skirt that clung tightly to her waist and hips and then flared out just below her thighs, therefore accentuating her shapely ass. She had her million dollar smile that could make any man’s heart flutter, and then she swirled. The skirt clung to her hips and thighs and flared out below, and the top had an equally deep cut at the back. Her bare back was exposed. She was gifted with a smooth blemishless back. It was one of those blouses that automatically ruled out wearing a bra.
As she swirled once more, he noted again her hourglass figure. Her breasts were full and heavy; she was after all a mother but had exercised regularly to keep her weight largely in shape. She thrust those gorgeous breasts forward and struck a pose with her hands on her waist.
The top clung snugly to her breasts, flattering the curves. The deep cleavage arrested his sight. Chetan instinctively checked if her nipples were protruding but the dress did a good job covering them. It was a classy party wear, designed to make other women jealous and the men excited. Hot and sexy.
“Take my photo”, she said, and handed him her phone. Chetan clicked a.couple of pics. She had the natural body comfort of a model, and gave him a couple of poses including one where she pouted. She stuck her tongue out at the camera and the bent forward at the waist – the forward bend opening up her deep cleavage even more.
” Ok, now a selfie with both of us”, she said. Chetan came over and put his hand around her shoulder. She rested her head on his shojlders, both smiling at the camera and tried a couple of selfie shots. Shobha looked at the results and shook her head. The selfie mode wasn’t at a wide enough angle to capture both of them together as well as her full dress.
“Ok, let’s call Bhola”, she said, catching him completely off guard.
” Bhola!”, she called aloud, even before Chetan could protest. The fellow magically materialized at the door. Chetan wondered with suspicion if the fellow was lurking just outside the door. Shobha didn’t mind Bhola’s quick entry.
“Bhola, saheb aur mere photo kheenchna. Acche se!.” ( Take a photo of your master and me. And do it nicely!)
Bhola nodded his head like an excited puppy, and ready to do his mistress’s bidding. The fellow was.probably smitten by her beauty, thought Chetan. He noted that the guy was wearing one of those vest like t-shirts that showed off his fit and muscular shoulders. Chetan felt a faint twang of jealousy as he looked at his own paunch in sorry comparison.
Shobha handed over the phone to Bhola and came and posed next to Chetan and slightly to the front of him. He put his hands on her waist and she clung close to him, her cheeks against his. He inhaled, smelling her delectable feminine perfume. She pushed back her ass against his crotc. Chetan raised his left hand from her left waist to several inches higher and just below her breasts.
Bhola clicked a couple of photos. Shobha changed her angle and snuggled closer to Cheta, and his chin nuzzled against her neck.
That’s when Chetan couldn’t resist it. He moved his left hand higher cupping his wife’s left breast and in Bhola’s plain view. The fellow continued to click pretending not to notice. Chetan gave Shobha’s breast a firm squeeze. Her breast was firm and a frisson of pleasure ran through his body. Shobha moaned softly. Bhola couldn’t have missed it and continued to pretend not to notice. Chetan felt mildly annoyed and squeezed harder. Shobha moaned louder.
“Stop it”, she feigned annoyance, in that playful tone that suggested she clearly didn’t want him to stop.
” Bhabhi, check karna”, Bhola interrupted and addressed her using the North Indian term for sister-in-law, (Please check)
Shobha broke away from Chetan’s grasp, leaving him slightly diappointed, and came over to Bhola’s side. She stood by Bhola’s side and checked the photos flipping through them. Bhola stood a little too close to her and peered over her shoulder at the phone. Or, as Chetan suddenly realized, pretended to. Bhola stood a few inches taller than Shobha, and she stood almost pushing against his chest with her back. This gave the servant the perfect angle to peer into Shobha’s cleavage. Chetan’s heart began beating faster as he realized the eyeful that the fellow must be getting. Shobha wasn’t wearing a bra and he wondered if the fellow could glimpse her nipple. Shobha shook her head, clearly unhappy at the photos and the act of shaking caused just the slightest jiggle to her breasts.
“The light isn’t good”,she declared, “Lets go elsewhere”.
“Follow me” , she wagged her finger at both men, and sauntered out of the room. Bhola followed immediately behind her with Chetan trailing behind both. Shobha swayed her ass in that delectable walk she had. Bhola had both eyes focused on his mistress’s rounded ass as he followed barely a foot behind.
“Bastard”‘, Chetan mentally cursed the fellow. He should know that’s my wife that he is ogling. And he is a servant in our house.
Shobha led both men to their bedroom. Chetan felt uneasy. Bhola rarely entered their bedroom, and Chetan considered it their private space. Shobha didn’t seem to mind.
She chose a well.lit spot just in front of the bed and repeated their previous pose with the camera handed over to Bhola. This time, Chetan felt a burst of masculine pride and roughly grabbed Shobha by the waist pulling her more closely to him. And roughly put both his hands on her waist squeezing her.
” Naughty boy!”, she whispered angrily, but loud enough for Bhola to hear, trying to pat away his hand. In response, Chetan roughly squeezed his wife’s breast in full and plain view of their servant. As if this wasn’t enough, he thrust his entire palm into her cleavage and cupped her naked left breast. The breast felt naked and warm. He squeezed even harder. Shobha gave a yelp of pain. In response, he cupped the right breast too and squeezed that one too. Chetan was now shamelessly squeezing his wife’s breasts in front of their serrvant’s wide eyed gaze. The fellow was bemused and clicking away photos not knowing how to react.
“Bastard, always letching at my wife…. Let me show you who’s the boss in this house”, said Chetan to himself. He now spun Shobha around and towards him, facing her and kissed her hard on her mouth.
Shobha was completely taken aback by this sudden surge is passion in her husband, and she responded kissing him back hard ignoring Bhola who was now both wide eyed and open mouthed but still had the phone camera firmly and dutifully focused on the erotic scene in front of him. Chetan pushed his tongue against Shobha. She opened her mouth and sucked noisily. Chetan shifted his hands down and now squeezed Shobha’s buttocks. In response, Shobha put her arms around his neck and lifted her legs now encircling his hips. Her skirt rode higher exposing her creamy thighs.
Chetan took a step back to support himself against his wife’s weight as she tightened her legs around his waist. He tripped against the edge of the bed and both of them fell across on the mattress. Chetan immediately rolled over into a missionary position, continuing to kiss Shobha violently, their lips still interlocked. He squeezed Shobha down, and with one hand he continued squeezing her ample breast. From the corner of his eye, he saw the servant get closer and almost within touching distance of the entwined couple in their amorous embrace.
Chetan felt the blood rushing into his face. In a single, smooth and forceful action, he pulled violently against the front strap of Shobha’s top. The fragile dress tore loudly. Shobha’s left naked breast was immediately exposed. The brown nipple was erect and hard. Bhola couldn’t believe his eyes at the crazed sight in front of him. The servant took a step closer now less than a foot away from the couple. Shobha’s hands were pinned against her back and she yelped in surprise at this assault. Bhola brought the camera even closer, the screen on the phone now focused on his mistress’s left breast with the nipple now at the centre. Chetan squeezed the nipple violently between his thumb and forefinger. And again squeezed hard at the breast now shamelessly kneading it in full view of their servant. And resumed kissing Shobha.
This continued for a few minutes, before Shobha twisted around and broke her husband’s grip over her. She wrenched free and rolled over, freeing herself. In the process the right shoulder strap of the too too came off and her right breast too was exposed to public view. She rolled over to the side of the bed, the act pulling up her skirt even higher and exposing her upper thigh and a quick flash of her white panty. She then then got up. Her breasts still exposed, she first snatched the phone from Bhola’s hands.
“Bhola, jao yahan se!” ( Bhola, please go away!). She was remarkably calm and composed.
Reluctantly but wordlessly, the servant stumbled out of their bedroom.
And a sex crazed Cheta pulled his wife back to the bed and peeled off whatever was left of her top. This time, Shobha didnt protest and the couple again embraced one another in passion.
Mad in the throes of passion, neither of them bothered about the open door to their bedroom as they made love.
“It’s Bhola’s birthday tomorrow”, said Shobha.
She was sitting at the dining table peeling boiled potatoes just after the couple had finished their breakfast. Chetan was engrossed in his emails on his laptop. The day hadnt yet started for him, and he often brought his laptop to the breakfast table.
He looked up, peering at her through his reading glasses, partially distracted from a regional office report that indicates stress building up for the bank’s clients due to COVID.
This was a couple of days after their indiscretion that night when what was supposed to be a clicking a few harmless photographs turned into a session where Chetan had ended up exposing Sbobha’s breasts in front of Bhola. Both had woken up, each embarrassed about what had happened, but found the perfect defence as they went about the day normally without reference to the bizarre events of the previous night. Chetan dreaded making eye contact with Bhola but was soon engrossed in his day’s lockdown home office routine and found he didn’t have to face Bhola at all. He wondered how Shobha dealt with having to supervise Bhola’s housework knowing fully that the young man had seen her naked breast. To his silent relief, she behaved normally and calmly as if nothing untoward had happened. Chetan found it easier to p!ay along with that fiction.
So what was this reference to Bhola’s birthday? He looked around for Bhola and didn’t see the fellow in earshot. Probably babysitting Bunty and watching cartoons together with his son in the kids room, he concluded.
“Tracking Bhola’s birthdays now, are we!”, he attempted sarcasm. Shobha ignored him.
” The apartment management is compiling details about all inmates to track during the lockdown”, she said, “and I happened to see his date of birth on his Aadhar card I have them”.
” So should we give him a gift? “, he dialed up the sarcasm, “or maybe put up another show for him!”
This time she put down the potato peeler, “Don’t blame me. You are the one who behaved in a shameless manner!” , she went on the counter attack. “You were the one who pulled off my dress while he was watching”, she said her voice rising a few decibels.
Discretion was the better part of valour, decided Chetan, and having been at the receiving end of his wife’s retorts, found merit in retreating.