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