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This is the first chapter of the ‘Pramila bhabhi’ series.
“Good Morning! Kinara Shehr!” shouted a woman enthusiastically at the top of her voice.
“Hello, my name is Shanayaa. It’s a bright clear day, free of clouds. 7 O’clock in the clock and so the working class must be getting ready to go for work. The kids to their schools while the most important people, the housewives, getting their lazy children and husbands ready for their daily routine.”
“…Today I want to talk about new beginnings. Though we all have to follow a routine not all of us enjoy it. Some desperately want to start something new. But they don’t because either they are lazy or because they fear the change or they blame their luck for the change not happening naturally.”
“…To them I say, it’s never too late for a fresh start, the change can bring a good moment or bad. But one thing is for sure that you will gain experience. So while I give you the best of luck for ‘The New Beginning’ for those who are planning to do try, I wish you all ‘Have a good day’.”
This was being said by a sweet-voiced woman on the radio all around the Pune city where the radio sets were turned ON early in the morning. One of the places where the radio set was ON, was in a small kitchen where a woman in a sari was cooking.
A quick tadka in a utensil with oil on gas while she slapped chapati on the pan adjacent to the utensil. She was preparing food perhaps not like a pro but she definitely knew what she was doing.
All the heat from the gas and the fact that the fan was switched off to avoid extinguishing the flame of the gas stove was making her sweat a lot. Still, she continued to cook dedicatedly like any other good housewife.
How do I know she was a housewife? you ask,
Because at that moment she was wearing a mangalsutra around her neck. That’s an ornament made of black beads and gold, which women wear proudly to tell the world that they are ‘happily married’. Only the string of gold-black beads was visible then while the main centerpiece was tucked behind her pallu, perhaps stuck in her cleavage.
Further, she was dressed in a sari of light brown color, with a darker shade blouse. The color of the sari was like that of a coffee with a lot of milk in it, which was almost the same shade as the woman’s skin. The sari was old hinted by the loose stitchings at various places.
The torn places retrofitted with brown patches apparently of a different shade. The blouse was tight hinting that it was something she had been wearing since she was younger. Her dress was soaked with sweat at places where it was a tight fit around her skin.
She had long dark-brown almost black hair which was tied at the moment to avoid interrupting her in her job she was doing at the moment. She didn’t have fair skin but she was a beauty none the less with smooth spotless skin and a curvy figure 36-28-36.
Though she was dressed in rags due to her apparent poor financial state, she kept her body well maintained. Going in further detail will lead to arousal so let’s get back on topic. She was cooking.
While cooking she was swaying on the tunes of the song being played on the radio. She was doing a routine, so though she was performing the task without any mistake, she was lost in thought.
“Pramila! Pramila! Where’s my…” asked a man’s voice.
Pramila Naik is the name of the woman cooking. She was married to a guy who was calling her at that moment. That guy is called Rajesh Naik who walked in wrapped around in a towel. He had black short hair, a thick mustache, and no beard.
His skin tone was darker than Pramila. He had a skinny physic result of eating food that is enough to keep him alive.
“Pramila, where are my clothes, you didn’t keep them ready?” he asked in a raised but pleasant voice. He then placed his hand on her shoulder when she suddenly shook as if snapped out of deep thought.
“What were you thinking?” he asked. “Where are my clothes?”
“In the bedroom,” she replied.
“No, they aren’t. I checked,” he insisted.
“On the bed,” she added.
“No, I… Oh! On the bed you say,” he said suddenly breaking into a smile. “Sorry,” he said kissing on the left edge of her lips, just a touch for a fraction of a second and he walked away.
She gave a mischievous disgusted look as she waved him to leave. But as she wiped the wetness off her lips, she thought for a moment about the way her husband responded.
“It’s been months since he last kissed me. But today, how coincidental it is that I have the desire of getting physical, growing in me. He senses it and touches my lips. He truly is my soul-mate,” she said smiling and then getting back to work. Suddenly with this simple act, Pramila’s day had got brighter.
Soon she started to make plans of having a romantic evening once her husband returns from work.
“His favorite food… flowers… candles. Oh! candles!” she suddenly remembered as her husband walked in, to pick his lunch-box.
“You have to pay the electricity bill which is due today. Don’t miss it,” she said while handing over the lunch-box.
“Okay,” said Rajesh walking away though he had no intention of paying it as he was in a hurry. “I don’t have time to spare, for anything!” he said to himself checking the bill kept in the hall table along with the money. I’ll tell the neighbor’s son Vijay to do it. He will…” he thought, placing the bill back on the table.
“I’m leaving!” shouted Rajesh.
“Remember… The Bill…” replied Pramila.
“Fine… Bye,” he said and left.
Once outside, he left the door unlocked for Vijay and then quickly giving a message next-door to Vijay’s father, Rajesh walked away. This kid, full name Vijay Markha lived with his parents in the neighboring apartment of the Naik couple.
He was an adult, 21 then and was going to a commerce college. Though he wasn’t much into studies and so spent most of the time home or roaming around with friends. This is why his parents or other neighboring elders used to give him petty jobs which used to complete obediently.
“Good Morning. Is Vijay home?” asked Rajesh to Vijay’s father who was sitting outside his apartment in a chair reading newspaper.
“No. He went out early in the morning,” replied Ramesh, Vijay’s father.
“College?” inquired Rajesh, “I had an electricity bit to be paid.”
“College! Haha… Do you really think he goes to college?” Ramesh chucked cursing his son in his mind, “Don’t worry, once he returns, I’ll send him to pay you bill.”
Rajesh smiled and thanked him and left. Meanwhile, Ramesh started thinking, “Where did my son go early in the morning?”
The couple lived in a small 1BHK flat in a chawl filled with a lot of people in tight pack flats of the same size. Rajesh was on his way to his office. Meanwhile, Pramila was done with her cooking, had secured the kitchen and was now going for a bath.
One thing to understand is that in this Nyari chawl, every flat doesn’t have a separate bathroom. There’s a common dedicated place behind the building where an arrangement is made for common toilets and bathrooms. Ten slots for each. Out of these, 5 of each are for women and others for men.
Though some men were shameless enough to walk wearing just a towel to and from the bathroom, no woman could do that. Rather they chose not to.
So when Pramila decided to go for a bath, she went into the bedroom to change out of her sari into a decent one-piece nighty. Pramila was still high on romantic thoughts. She walked to the bedroom dancing to the tunes played on the radio which she carried with her to the bedroom.
Once she was inside, she slid close the bedroom door which was just a thick maroon curtain that separated the bedroom from the hall. Since there was no door when they rented the place, they couldn’t afford to put a door then. Also since only the two were staying in the place, there was no need for privacy for the bedroom.
The arrangement of the bedroom was simple, a double bed in the middle, two metallic cupboards on the side filled with all their stuff. One of the cupboards had a full-length mirror for a woman to check out her entire body. On the other side was a window which she closed before performing the task she was going to.
The radio was still ON, the songs were still being played and Pramila was in a mood for a strip show performance in front of a mirror. To further encourage her the RJ played one of her favorite songs… Drums.
“Thudden-thud! thudden-thud! Thud! thud!
Thudden-thud! thudden-thud! Thud! thud!
Thudden-thud! thudden-thud! Thud! thud!
Thud!”
A fast tune to which Pramila was shaking her hip energetically to the rhythm. Then mischievously she kept the loose end of her sari in the cupboard and closed the door.
“Aaja… aaja, tu mere paas aaja,” (Come… come close to me!)
So acknowledging the tune when she moved away from the cupboard the sari was in tension. So moving further away it gave her the feeling that someone was pulling her sari, forcing her to strip.
“Darvaaze band karke… kundiyaa lagaja..” (Close the doors… lock them…)
And all the sari was off, out of the way as she was wearing just her tight blouse and the under-skirt. That was when the central piece of her mangalsutra was visible. It was made of gold. Cylindrical but flat bulge with a slightly pointy tip pointing down.
The curved surface of the cylinder had two triangles with pinholes through which the beads string passed. That necklace in that position kind of appeared as if a rocket stuck between two mountains.
Still moving her hips she moved her hand all over her body starting from her feet lifting the long skirt slight up till her knees… on her hip. Finger tickle around her belly. Then squeezing her boobs together… then feeling her neck… finally her face.
“Apne khidkiyaa kholke… Mujhko tu dikhajaa…” (open your windows… show them to me…)
She then unhooked the blouse from the front taking it off and throwing away. Showing off her bra-less bare breasts.
“Jannat ki woh raahe… Chhune de mujhe, aajaa…” (the road to heaven… let me touch, come.)
Finally untying the naada (thread) holding the under-skirt, she dropped it to the floor revealing her completely naked body.
“Tujhe godi me bithaake… Uchhal-kood karvaadu …” (making you sit on my lap… make you bounce…)
Then opening the cupboard door she looked for that dress she used to wear to go for a bath. Leaning in to search for the dress on the lower shelf she kept on moving her hip. Showing off her bum and a sweet hairless pussy that lay between her legs to anyone who might be peeking through the broken glass of the window.
Fortunately, there wasn’t any as they lived on the second floor of the chawl. But,
Thangg! Thadangg! Thangg! Thud!
The song was still ongoing but that sound didn’t come from it. It sounded more like something fell in the hall. Pramila heard that distinctively and so with a shock she stood straight out of the cupboard.
A shiver of fear went down her spine as she picked the first thing her hand could find. She walked to the bedroom entrance to see what fell. With every step she took towards the closed curtain a thousand possibilities flooded her mind and the more she thought, the more she got scared.
But then waving those thoughts away she pulled the curtain to the side in one swift move.
“Whaaa!” she screamed in fear, but in her mind, as she saw a fair, skinny but well-built body, college-going kid fallen on the floor with a metallic vase that fell on his side. Quickly she tried to cover herself with one thing her hand could fetch from the cupboard, a handkerchief!
Clearly, that wasn’t enough so she pulled the curtain to cover her body. “Wha…? Vijay! What are you doing here?” she said while stammering with fear.
As if Vijay’s presence wasn’t enough, his condition scared her even more. At that moment Vijay had fallen on his bare ass. His pants along with underwear were down to her feet while having an erection wrapped around his right hand and trying to get up with his left.
A while ago Pramila was dancing, naked, fearlessly, with the bedroom fan running at full speed. She didn’t feel cold as the moment was heated up by the background song. But now she stood still in from of a boy apparently masturbating looking at her naked body decorated with just her mangalsutra.
She felt chills around her bare lady-parts as if the temperature had suddenly fallen to zero.
“Shu! Go away!” she said.
Waving him off as she turned to put on some clothes. Once sufficiently covered she walked back out to see if Vijay was gone. To her surprise, Vijay was still there, but now comfortably sitting on the couch with his pants still off.
“What are you still doing here? Go! Now!” she said in a rude tone but in a soft voice so as to avoid the conversation going out.
“I… I… I can’t… I…” he stammered while trying to pull up his pants while still seated. Though it was justified for Pramila to act rudely, she was inconsiderate or unaware of the fact that Vijay fell hard on the floor on his bare ass. She would have realized it had she seen his white butt cheeks turned red hot.
“Why? Why did you come here in the first place? How did you come inside?” she inquired trying to not look at his erect penis.
“It was Rajesh bhaiyya. He told me to pay the electricity bill. I just came to collect it. He had kept the door unlocked for me,” he said.
Hearing this Pramila cursed herself for being silly enough to not check the main door prior to doing her strip dance. She was lost but got back in an instant, “Vijay. Listen,” she said softly, “I am willing to forget whatever happened if you quietly leave now.”
“Okay. But wait…” Vijay was simply trying to buy time to cool off his painful butt and so was lengthening the conversation. “I fell pretty hard on the floor. Please try to understand,” he said while touching his butt with his finger. A sudden change in his facial muscles indicating sharp pain amused her.
Pramila giggled as she walked closer to him. “You deserve it!” she said mischievously. “Please, put on your pants and leave,” she said pointing at the door.
Usually when you get caught in doing something worth censoring the society considers wrong and all the heat of the moment is lost. This happens normally but didn’t happen in Vijay’s case as his dick was still rock hard. Though Pramila thought that she was handling the situation by talking to him, she actually wasn’t.
At that moment the outfit she was wearing was a short petticoat made out of thin white fabric. This plus her sweaty body had made the dress see-through. So if naked dance show wasn’t enough, continuously staring at a bare body up close ensured Vijay stayed aroused.
“Please, go!” she repeated, but considering his pain and looking at his innocent face calmed her down. Instead of forcing him out she turned and walked away to the bedroom, giving him time to leave.
This was the instant when Vijay decide to stroke himself to cum quickly while staring at her round butt that wasn’t completely covered by her short petticoat. But then suddenly,
“No,” she said turning around. Vijay stopped the action quickly. “I’m sorry. You need to leave now.”
Being exhausted from his excuses, Vijay pulled up his pants over his erection and walked to the door.
“No, it can’t end like this. I’ve come so far. I’ve fantasized about fucking her. Now that it is finally happening. I can’t give up. I need to…” he thought. Then as he held the main door, instead of leaving, he locked it.
Pramila who was relieved to see him leave took a deep breath after shutting her eyes. But then hearing the sound of the latch opened her eyes wider than before.
“What are you doing?” she shouted in the beginning but then lowered her voice.
“I can’t leave like this,” he said looking straight into her eyes.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like this,” he said hinting her to look down.
“What do you mean?” she was confused.
“Like this!” he repeated but this time while pulling down his pant’s zip. Instantly the erect penis fell out in and stood there in front of Pramila’s eyes.
“Sorry, bhabhi. I can’t leave with an erection in my pants,” he said walking towards her. “You are my fantasy woman who comes in my night-fall. Since the day I first met you, I’ve wondered how you would look without those clothes on you. Now, that I have seen you naked, I have to cum, at least once, as a tribute to your beauty.” He said while approaching Pramila like a creep.
Pramila took a few steps back while crossing her hands on her chest in defense. He suddenly picked up the handkerchief that fell from her hand and sniffed it.
“I tried talking to you as a distraction from the mental image of your naked body. Hoped it would soften my dick, but it didn’t work. You kept me aroused, even now I can see you sweet boobies through this almost transparent petticoat.”
Hearing this she instantly lowered one of her hands to cover her pussy which she just then realized that it was partially exposed. Meanwhile, Vijay continued.
“All I ask you is this, let me stay until I stroke myself to climax. Once I’m done, I’ll leave,” he said. He didn’t expect an answer as her silence said everything. Then sitting back on the couch he started stroking the dick with his right hand. Pramila, seeing him get down to action, simply turned to head her bedroom.
“Please stay. If you want it to be over quickly,” he said.
Listening to him Pramila stood still, frozen, showing off her back to Vijay. Though she agreed to stay she was conscious now. She was aware of the fact that her petticoat didn’t cover her ass properly and so she tried to cover it by pulling down her petticoat. It didn’t work. Instead, Vijay grunted,
“It’s not enough. Could you lift up your dress to flash me your smooth round bum.” He used a polite term for ass to ensure she would do as he asked. She held the dress at the edge but didn’t lift it until. “I’ve seen your beauty already, it’s pointless to hide now,” he explained.
“The curtains to the heaven rose,” his words, as instantly Vijay started to moan while stroking his dick or actually pretending to. Vijay could literally feel his dick pulsating and he knew his body was close to climax, but his mind was hungry for more.
He was trying so hard not to cum while enjoying the view of Pramila bhabhi’s bare ass. Instead, he started filming it discreetly with his camera phone placed in the shirt’s pocket. It was conveniently short for the camera to see.
He spent five minutes staring at her butt making funny sounds, struggling to hold the cum inside. Meanwhile, Pramila stood still with her eyes shut, chanting a prayer in her mind to end this situation as soon as possible.
Pramila was curious to know what Vijay was doing but had no intention of turning around to see. “How much longer? Are you done?” she asked.
“It’s not working,” he said. “I have a proposal.”
Pramila turned to hear what he had to say, again trying hard not to look at his erect penis. “What?” she asked.
“Simply watching isn’t enough. I need to feel your body if you want me to cum sooner.”
“No! that’s not…” she retaliated instantly. “Not going to happen.”
“Or you stroke me off,” he said staring into her eyes. Pramila instantly looked away as she felt like he was raping her with his eyes.
“No, I…” she hesitated, “Neither,” she said while having a discussion in her mind as which would be a better option. Pramila was taking time to think meanwhile Vijay’s dick head was slipping into the foreskin, which in a way was in his favor.
“Okay,” she said extending her right hand as she walked close to Vijay. Clearly, she had chosen the latter, to stroke him to climax. She was taking baby steps towards him and her right hand was shivering with her fingers wide apart in a weird pose.
Once close she tried to play blind to get her hand on his dick. She went on knees such that his dick was at her chest level while still looking away. As she struggled with grabbing his thing, he held her hand and with a sudden shock, she turned to look at this monster in front of her face.
Now her eyes were fixed on his rod and she didn’t even blink. She found it slightly cute to see a pink dick head surrounded by a brown cover, like a pig in a blanket.
“Do it!” he said and with a shock she grabbed is dick tight around the head and pulled the skin behind quickly. “Fuck!” he shouted as suddenly white cum ejected from his dick and fell allover Pramila’s face which slowly dripped on her chest.
Pramila wasn’t a virgin. She had sex a couple of times before marriage with her ex. Also, in the early days after marriage, their sex life was fairly active until it dried out when they moved to the chawl a month ago. But never before had she got the taste male semen on her face.
As her mouth was slightly open, she involuntarily swallowed some of the thick white soup. After a minute both frozen at the moment, Pramila got up and walked to the kitchen to wash her face. Meanwhile, Vijay got dressed and was about to leave.
But Pramila was super-horny to leave him. He took him to the bedroom, pushing him on the bed, they then had sex. The End.
Well, Vijay wished, This is how it should have ended. But it didn’t. Pramila grasping Vijay’s penis for mere 5-10 seconds was all the action Vijay got that day from her. Partly satisfied, partly disappointed Vijay walked away with the bill and the money.
All her plans for a romantic evening were lost in this event. She spent the rest of the day in bed with her mind full of that horrifying memory and guilt of not saying anything to her husband.
It was the first time Pramila cheated on her husband, partially, since they didn’t go all the way. Pramila was too obedient to boldly go for sex in the very beginning. But this event had set some wheels into motion. How long was she going to resist this burning temptation in her loins?
END
People lie so much, makeup stories of something that never happened. The story Vijay told I in was far from the truth. This is what actually happened. If you don’t know what I am talking about, do read the story with the above title.
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