This was about two years into their marriage and shortly before Bunty was conceived. A carefree couple with an active sex life, they were at that stage where both were very much in love and very comfortable with each other's sexuality. Their sex life had now settled into a pattern where Shobha took the lead, and this seemed natural to her with her confident extroverted personality. .
Shobha had read a review about a secluded beach with white sand in South Goa, and a hour's drive from their hotel. He was a bit reluctant about the long drive and left to himself would have preferred to plonk himself in the hotel pool, with a beer to sip but Shobha clearly called the shots and he couldn't say no. She insisted that they take a bike instead of hiring a car, despite him pointing out the weather forecasts indicating showers that day. She raised a few eyebrows and quickened a few heartbeats in the hotel lobby showing up in denim shorts that clung and flattered her ass, and one of those shirts that are doesn't have buttons and is instead has flaps that were tied tightly between her attractive breasts. That left her entire flat stomach and navel exposed along with her long slim legs. She carried a rucksack which packed some beach accessories and their change of clothes..
What Chetan remembered of the initial part of their drive was the way she clung to him through the ride, and with her long fingers she played with his dick while nibbling into his ear. He had a hard time driving the bike - literally..
And then it began drizzling..
The morning sky darkened and as their clothes became wet, they decided to stop by the roadside. They were on a lonely stretch of a village road and Chetan pulled for a stop in front of what he thought was a shanty tea shop. A truck and a an SUV were parked outside. They both rushed inside the shop for cover from the rain just as the skies were beginning to darken..
Both were drenched by then. The shop had only a few customers - a dirty looking burly fellow, along with another untidy thin guy. Probably the driver of the truck and his cleaner. Another table had four young guys who looked like college students on a trip to Goa and were noisily cracking jokes. That was when Chetan realized this was a liquor shop and not a tea shop. In the dim light inside, Chetan paused to take stock of their disheveled look..
Shobha looked stunning with the wet hair and wet shirt clinging to her body like a second skin, and the black bra clearly visible through the wet cream shirt. Chetan instinctively chose a table farthest from the two groups and plonked himself between Shobha and the other customers..
A surly waiter came by to take orders. Shobha's bare legs were hidden under the table but the wet shirt clinging to the generous bosom and exposing the black bra, and the cleavage on display were an odd sight at this drinking tavern even in Goa. The waiter gawked at her, and Chetan fidgeted uncomfortably..
Shobha was unconcerned and smiled and leaned across to the waiter, the action exposing her cleavage even more. By now Chetan was embarrassingly conscious of the six other pairs of male eyes also leching at Shobha. She seemed non-chalant and ordered feni (the local Goan drink) for both of them. Shobha quickly downed her drink, and ordered another. Chetan was barely half-way into his first drink. .
Shobha asked the waiter if there was a place she could change out of her wet clothes..
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 shop..
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 practiced stroke unhooked 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 the 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 breasts, 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..
Shobha 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. The lockdown and the enforced confinement in their three bedroom flat with their servant Bhola, seemed to have triggered the sexual tigress dormant into her. 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 Bhola talk to in this lockdown? The three of them were confined to their flat through the lockdown. The apartment management had sent a strict message on the community WhatsApp group for inmates to not step out. All 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. Suddenly, 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 ultra short frilly pink skirt that he hadn't seen her wear for a long time, and certainly not since she became a mother. 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 gave 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 and the plot is written to connect these scenes. 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. 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 instead 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 drank 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 banging 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 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 saw a damp spot. No wonder her pussy was moist and he plunged his cock savagely into her..
Shobha moaned in satisfaction. As Chetan pumped in and out, somewhere at the back of his head, he wondered if Shobha had set up the whole scene and 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 the two of them had any audience.
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. Chetan absent mindedly 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 had'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.
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