The Bong Housewives - Part 1
My roommate told me about the neighbour bong housewife who lives in the nearby building when I first came to settle in Calcutta. I was really eager to see her as my friend had already described her beauty in detail and how she responds to his gestures. I came to Calcutta looking for a job from a small town. I have had relationships before but never had the opportunity to loose my virginity due to small town upbringing. I was very excited about my new beginning in a new metropolitan city and that too in Calcutta as I had already heard that Bengali woman and girls were so horny. So, cutting my story short, here I tell you what happened next. Her bedroom was adjacent to ours almost about two feet apart and her kitchen was adjacent to ours which made it easy for me to locate her the very same day I arrive. I was making coffee in the kitchen when she appeared in her kitchen. I was literally astonished with her beauty from above her waist as I could only view her upper part of the body. She was wearing a bubble printed green sleeveless nighty. Her face was beautiful, lips were not full, but wide and pinkish. I could feel her sensitive and smooth arms which were fair. Her boobs were tight even in the nighty, perhaps she was wearing a bra inside. She began to tighten her hair behind her back when I saw her fully shaved armpits. Omg, i love women’s armpits and earlobes. They are too sexy to handle for me. I was totally lost in her beauty when she caught me staring at her and was taken aback perhaps in seeing a new boy in the locality. Suddenly, she removed her eyes from me and I also distracted myself from her. She started to cook something and I did mine. After a while I caught her staring at me while I was busy in cooking and when I caught her doing so, she lowered her gaze and pretended that nothing happened. My heart was literally bubbling. I held my patience for few days after that and we continued to exchange eye contact regularly after that and sometimes we kept staring at each other for few seconds. She was in her mid 30s and had a daughter of about 10 yrs old. I befriended her daughter because she played in her window balcony. Sometimes, she caught me talking with her daughter and smiled by looking at. I knew she was growing a liking for me. I am not very handsome but my friend say I have a great physical appearance and that I was charming. May be it worked for her. Her husband comes home very late and from what I observed in a week. As soon as he comes home, he, probably eats and goes to sleep. As our bedrooms are very closer about 2 feet distance, I heard no around of activity during nights suggesting that they had very boring sex lives. I felt sorry for her as she being a bengali housewife must had her sexual urges. How she would be carving for sexual pleasure. You all must know that a married woman has more sexual urge that too after having a child their desire for having sex increases. She gradually began to stare at me for longer time. I still held my patience and didn’t make a first move. A few more days later, she broke her silence first and asked me what I was cooking when we both were in the kitchen. And then, began our friendship. My friend got surprised when he caught me talking to her one day as he used to got office and that day he was home. After this, we talked whenever we saw each other and she told me lot about herself. I came to know her name was Sharmila. Her daughter, Pramila, also grew fond of me as I brought her chocolates and gave her through window every other day. One day, I bought two chocolates and I waited t give it to Sharmila. I was waiting for her to come near her bedroom window. After waiting for about half an hour, she cam after having bath because her hairs were wet and there were drops of water on her neck and shoulders. I turned horny after looking at that. Sharmila caught me staring at her again but this time I kept looking at her. She blushed and looked away and continued to dry her hairs by bending down and hitting her hair with a towel, exactly, the same way a middle class housewife dries her hair. When she did that, I got a look at her cleavage. It was whitish. I got turned on. She got up after drying her hair. I called her and gave her the chocolates through the window. She came closer and pushed her hand through the window grill hole. When I was giving the chocolate to her, I naughtily caught her wrist and held it for a while. She blushed again and smiled while looking at me. I gave her the chocolate and freed her wrist. I was breathing heavy. She went back inside the room. After this incident, I decided that I will ask for her cell no. That night when she was preparing dinner, I talked to her and asked her if she liked the chocolate and she told me in positive and told that chocolate were her all time favorites. And then, I asked her number, she looked as if she was shocked but smiled and gave me her no. I asked when should I call her to which she replied that I should not call her but give a miss call now and she will call when her husband will fall asleep. I waited that night for her call. Suddenly, I received a message at 1 am. She wrote, “So gaye ho?(Have you slept?)”. I replied that not until I make you a goodnight kiss. She replied “kiss?? pagal ho gaye ho?”. I replied, are spelling mistake, main kiss ki jagah wish likh raha tha. Waise, aage aapki marzi, aapko wish chahiye ya kiss?? She texted, “tum pure pagal ho, hum sirf friends hain” I replied,”haan, friends to hain par friends with benefit ho jaye to jyada achcha hai” Sharmila, “kya matlab?” Me, “matlab friendship me dono ka fayda hona chahiye na” Sharmila, “mujhe koi fayda nahi chahiye” Me, “jhut bole kauwwa kaate” Sharmila, “main jhut nahi bol rahi” Me, “agar jhut nahi bol rahi to 1 baje raat msg karne ka kya matlab hai?” She didn’t reply anymore because I knew she was caught.