Pramila Bhabhi Fuckfan Club - Paying The Bills
What are the things you need to consider to call a woman, ‘A loyal Indian housewife’? The answer would be something like this. ‘She should have love only for her husband and no one else should attract her more than her husband.’ , ‘She should be with her husband through all thicks and thins of life.’, ‘Her main ambition in life is to take care of her house and her family and to make it flourish.’ There was a woman, who used to fit in this description of ‘a loyal Indian housewife’. Meet, Pramila Naik. She was a recently married woman living with her husband in a chawl. Her husband, Rajesh was earning money, just sufficient to feed themselves. The couple couldn’t afford any luxuries on Rajesh’s salary. One year since marriage, they moved to city from a village a couple of months ago, started living in one room apartment in a Chawl. Chawl is a large building divided into many separate tenements, offering cheap, basic accommodation. Pramila would usually spend her days doing household chores. Waking up early, preparing breakfast and food for husband’s tiffin. After he is gone, cleaning the house, washing clothes. Cooking food for the day, lunch and dinner. Taking a bath, quick lunch followed by a small nap. A chat with neighbors until her husband is back after which her job was to cater to her husband’s needs until they finally went to sleep. This was a routine Pramila followed everyday, for the last two months since she got shifted to this Chawl. Pramila was selfless, humble, kind hearted and compassionate. I know this because I have been her neighbor for a while now. I am college going student living with my parents. I am 21, an Adult,the point I want to stress on. My name is Vijay. Knowing all this, I still can’t believe right now that I am in bed with Pramila, we both are naked and she has fallen asleep in my arms after having sex with me. Earlier that morning, “Are (Hey) Vijay, our neighbor Rajesh has asked you to pay his electricity bill, he didn’t have time to do it himself, so he requested me. Can you do it?” my father said this to me, it was more of an order rather than a request. “Yes father, I just have to do some work first. Later I’ll take the bill from Pramila Bhabhi (that is what most of the people in the chawl used to call her for some reason) and do the job.” I could do nothing but agree to it. “Damn, one day I am at home, thought I would roam around with my friends, and now my father hands me this job. Why can’t Rajesh do it himself?” I was angry and irritated. I took a short walk in the nearby garden to cool myself down and returned. I was going to pretend to have forgotten and go home to have lunch. But my father was sitting in the hall reading newspaper. I had no other option to go collect the bill. “Bhabhi! Pramila Bhabhi!” I called her before knocking the door. But the moment I pushed the door flew wide open. I looked around but there was no one in the hall. As I walked in, I could here someone singing, someone from the bedroom. The electricity bill and the cheque was on the table but I was curious to find out who was singing. Their bedroom didn’t have a door, but just a curtain. I pulled the curtain apart slightly to see that it was Pramila bhabhi who was singing. This was a bit unexpected in a good way as my eyes were fixed on her. Not because of her sweet voice, which she actually has, but because she was dancing to the tunes and simultaneously taking off her clothes. I never saw a strip show even on TV back then, but that one I saw live, was the best ever. Bhabhi was down to her pink bra and panty. She went topless while she was facing towards the cupboard, away from me. She was search for clothes she wanted to wear. I was getting excited more and more with every moment that passed, hoping that she would turn and show me her melons. To be honest, I was always shy around Pramila, never looked into her eyes. The reason for that was, whenever I looked at her my eyes would slide down staring at her boobs. Pramila had such huge breasts that her blouse couldn’t conceal revealing a huge cleavage. But the underwear she was wearing wasn’t attractive at all. Her panty was covering her butt cheeks entirely. At that moment, for once I thought of barging in and ripping off her underwear. But to my luck, I had to do no such thing as She herself removed her panty. As I was a Good boy, I chose to turn around and go pay the bill quietly. But that wasn’t me, I just pretended to be good around people. Instead I unzipped my pants and started enjoying the show. Adding to the fun, she now started searching for clothes in the lower shelf so she bent down spreading her butt and revealing her sweet pussy. I was masturbating really hard and rough so that I could cum before the show was over. But suddenly ‘Clang-ing-ing’ I knocked over a metallic vase making a loud noise. In a state of panic I started to put on my pants, but my zipper was stuck. She finally came out wearing a white Petticoat. I was caught and fear grew on me. I started sweating thinking about the consequences. She was standing in front of me quietly, looking here and there. A minute later I realized that she was distracted because my dick was still out of my pants. You might be thinking that after this, I would have lost the excitation and arousal, but the truth is No. Pramila wasn’t wearing anything underneath and her petticoat was transparent enough to show off her goods, that kept me really hard. Finally she focused on my eyes asking, “What are you doing here?” “Rajesh wanted me to pay your bills. I came collect them.” I answered nervously. “Fine, then why are your pants unbuttoned. I didn’t expect this from you. Do you think it is decent to watch a woman changing clothes. I will have to talked to your parents about this.” she said in a rude tone.