Pramila Bhabhi 3 – Bonding With The Neighbors

“This is a big problem in the house. My husband never likes anything that I cook. Every night while serving dinner, he says I ate outside.”

“Try one special masala. It’s my mother’s recipe, it will make the food tastier.”

“Doesn’t matter. Even if I serve him food worth gold, he will still find faults in it.”

It was evening time and two women were chatting in the balcony, just outside their room doors, in a chawl. One of them was Pramila while the other was her neighbor, Shobha.

“Okay fine. Let’s not talk about that. How is your mother? Is she okay, now?” asked Pramila.

“No, sadly she is in same condition, bed ridden. My brother is there taking care of her, but I wanted to pay a visit. Unfortunately I can’t.” said Shobha.

“Why? what happened?” Pramila was really curious to know her problem.

“It’s my husband, Ramesh. He is unable to get a holiday from work. He can stay here alone while I go but then where will he eat. On working days he can eat in office canteen but what of the weekend. Ramesh doesn’t like spending money in restaurants for food.” Shobha was really frustrated as she was unable to go see her mother.

“I’ll do it. I mean your husband can have food at our place. Rajesh will be home too, so they can spend time chatting.” Pramila gave a solution to Shobha’s problem.

The couple’s financial condition was not good and that is the reason they had to live in a chawl. I such a case it is necessary for Rajesh and Pramila to build good relationship with the fellow residents of the chawl. So this was another desperate attempt of Pramila to strengthen the relationship.

“And what about Vijay?” Pramila asked softly. It was obvious for her to hesitate while talking about Vijay to his mother. After all, she can’t just disclose the information to Shobha that she had sex with her son.

“He will be going with me. Vijay had strong attachment with my mother. So he said that he will come with me, no matter what.” Shobha said. She was happy that Pramila was willing to help. Pramila relieved to knowing that Vijay won’t be staying back.

“Oh look. My son will live 100 years.” Shobha said this cheerfully, “Come Vijay. We were just talking about you.” Shobha said looking at her son.

The moment Pramila got this information that Vijay is coming, she started to panic and then in a rush she spoke,

“Okay. So it’s decided then, Ramesh will have food on weekend with us. Oh look. It’s late, Rajesh will return from work any moment now. I need to go.” Pramila quickly said all this and then headed to the door.

“Good Evening, Pramila Bhabhi.” Vijay greeted.

“Oh..yes.. Good Evenin..” she just had a quick look at Vijay greeting him and then she was gone.

Wednesday morning, Shobha was getting ready to leave. Vijay had already gone down with the luggage. Meanwhile Shobha was doing a last memory check if she took everything, with her husband.

“Remember to eat food on time. Take your medicine. If you cook anything, check the gas if properly turned off. ..and..and.” Shobha’s instructions were never-ending but somehow her husband managed to stop her from talking any more. Then with a finally hug, Shobha came out of her house.

Pramila was standing at the door and when she saw Shobha come out she said, “You are leaving? Travel safely and ‘get well soon’ to your mother.”

Shobha smiled in response and, “Thank you. Thanks to you that I can go. I’ll be back by Monday. Are you okay about the weekend, right? no inconveniences na? Fine. Bye.”

Pramila nodded in reply and the waved to Shobha as she left. Pramila saw Ramesh standing in the next door waving. She simply smiled at him and then went inside without a word. Pramila then got back to her job and the day continued as usual.

In a blink of eyes weekend arrived. It was Saturday morning, Pramila was busy in the kitchen cooking. She had took a list of items Ramesh would like to eat and accordingly she decided the menu. She was paying extra attention on cooking as she wanted to put a good impression on the neighbor. Meanwhile Rajesh was busy reading newspaper. Pramila even dressed well, wearing a nice green saree and black bra-panty underneath. Underwear which used to avoid wearing on usual days. A couple of hours later when Pramila was almost done with the preparation she went out.

“Rajesh, I’m almost done cooking. Just go next door and tell Shobha’s husband to come for lunch.” Pramila said in a hurry while Rajesh was still reading the newspaper. It’s not that he was slow. Rajesh never used to get time to read the paper on working days, so his habit was to read the paper of the whole week on the weekend.

“I’m busy reading the newspaper. Why don’t you go tell him.” Rajesh got irritated since his wife told him to do some work.

“Can’t you see I’m busy with cooking. I still have to bring food to the table. Don’t be lazy, just go.” as irritated as Rajesh was, Pramila was the dominant one in the house so he had to do what she said.

The next hour went really well as both the men enjoyed the delicious meal cooked by Pramila and then sat on the sofa chatting. While they were eating, Pramila just stood there to see if they needed anything and so after they were done, Pramila sat for lunch. Meanwhile the guys sat on the sofa discussing worldly issue. Pramila was done with her food and was securing the dining table, that’s when Rajesh quickly passed by her.

“Why are you in a hurry? What happened?” Pramila asked her husband.

“It’s my boss, he called me urgently. I have to go.” Rajesh was irritated too, thinking that he has to go to work on Saturday, but he knew that he couldn’t just say ‘No’, to his boss. So after quickly telling her he went in to change. Meanwhile Pramila went in the kitchen to wash the dishes.

“Okay Pramila, I’m leaving.” he waved before departing.

“Ahm..wait. What about Ramesh? Is he still outside.” Pramila said softly ensuring that the conversation doesn’t fall on Ramesh’s ears.

“Yes. What can I do. Can’t just tell him to leave. After you are done with your work just go chat with him.” Rajesh suggested. He too spoke in low tone.

“What am I supposed to talk to him. I never even said ‘Hello’ to him. What is he doing now?” Pramila asked.

“I have given him the remote, he’s watching TV. Just talk something, he’ll get bored and leave. Okay? Need to go, bye.” saying this he left.

“What am I supposed to talk to him?” this thought bothered Pramila, “I know nothing about him. His family, his job. A certainly I can’t talk about Vijay.” Pramila was really confused as she continued to wash the dishes.

The chawl had a rule to save water, so whatever water was used to clean utensils were ordered to throw it outside as water to the plants in the garden. So Pramila had to carry the bucket outside to throw the water. This was normal to Pramila, but that day since there was an extra member for lunch, the water in the bucket was more and hence more heavy. Pramila was struggling with the bucket but some how she managed to carry it while spilling a lot of water on the way.

She came out of the kitchen slowly to see if Ramesh was gone. She was relieved to see that the TV was off and Ramesh could be seen no where. Taking a sigh of relief she walked to the door.

“Ah.. This photo..?”

“Oh..Ah..Wo…No!” followed by a loud noise.

Pramila slipped and fell on the floor. She was surprised to see that Ramesh wasn’t gone, which distracted her and so she slipped and fell.

“Oh! I’m sorry! my mistake. I should not have..” Ramesh went close to help Pramila. He first uprighted the bucket which continued to spill more water on her and then went to see if she was okay.

Ramesh gave her a hand to help her get up and sit on a chair. Unfortunately Pramila had sprained her right ankle and her both the thighs were in pain since she fell that way. After her both the feet slipped she fell in the sitting position and then she lied down. Lucky though she didn’t hit her head.

While in chair, Ramesh checked to see where she was hurt. He was trying to have least physical contact as possible with Pramila as, they were neighbors just for name, other wise they were complete strangers. When he saw that she wasn’t able to properly place her right foot on the floor, he took out his phone to call the doctor.

“I think I should call a doctor.” he said. But Pramila stopped him by holding his hand.

“No. Don’t. I’m fine. I’ll be okay.” Pramila knew that she couldn’t afford any unnecessary medical bills. So she decided to just rest and no need to call the doctor. Agreeing to it Ramesh tried to call her husband, but he couldn’t reach Rajesh as his phone was switched off.

“Fine I won’t call a doctor. But you need to rest in your bed.” Ramesh said.

“But I won’t be able to walk to the bed. Better if I sit here, or on the sofa.” Pramila suggested.

“If it is okay with you…” Ramesh tried to introduce an idea delicately “I can carry you to the bed.”

Pramila blushed thinking about it but then she agreed for him to carry her to the bedroom. Inside he carefully placed her on the bed. Then he walked to the door saying, “I’ll go clean the spilled water.”

“No you don’t have to. You are our guest. I can’t make you do that.” Pramila tried to stop him as this would put bad impression on him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do it. It’s dirty water, if it isn’t cleaned now, then it will stink.” at the entrance of the bedroom he turned again to say, “You are soaking wet, maybe you should take off your clothes too.” Ramesh felt really wrong while he said that, but he had to say it what was needed to be done. Saying those words he went out to clean the floor.

The bedroom didn’t have a door exactly but just one curtain, which unknowingly Ramesh kept half open. Though Pramila noticed it, she wasn’t capable of going and closing the curtain. Also it would be wrong for her to call Ramesh and ask him to close it. And so while she was seated on the bed she took off her saree. She looked outside first to make sure that he wasn’t looking. But then she argued with herself,

“What are you doing doubting Ramesh’s intentions. He willingly agree to wipe the house floor while you are just sitting on the bed. What more do you want to have faith in him.” she said in her mind while seeing Ramesh out there moping the floor.

Finally she took off her saree and stayed in her underwear while she covered herself with a blanket. She was just resting not aware of what was happening outside. 10-15 minutes later Ramesh came in.

“Done. All cleaned up. Now I should leave.” he said while smiling at her. “You rest now and call me if you need anything.”

“I’m really-really sorry you had to do that. And thank you. I owe you one.” Pramila said as she got up to sit upright so that she could have a better conversation.

Ramesh was about to leave but he could see that Pramila was restless. Even though she was in the bed, still her legs were in pain. There was a pain relieving ointment there but he couldn’t just tell her to do it herself.

“If it is okay and if you won’t feel uncomfortable…” another idea Ramesh tried to introduce delicately, “Can I apply the ointment on your foot and massage it. You will feel better, I guarantee.” he said.

Pramila was really hesitant as under the blanket she wasn’t wearing anything, just her underwear. She was thinking deeply about it, constantly swaying from whether she should let him or not.

“Just the ankle. Nothing weird, I promise.” Ramesh added just to convince her.

Ramesh started slowly with the right foot. He applied the ointment and started rubbing it. Then he massaged her foot with gentle hands. Pramila felt very good and was impressed to see him using his hands so perfectly.

“You are really good, Shobha is a lucky woman.” Pramila complimented his skills.

“Yes.” he said sarcastically thinking, ” But unlucky me. Now, looking at my wife’s size and weight, I can neither risk carrying her nor would I want to massage her feet.”

“One time while I was in school, I had this crazy dream of becoming a masseur. And so I took a crash course of the same during my vacation.”

Knowing that Ramesh is a professional, Pramila didn’t resist any more. As per procedure slowly he started rising higher. Pramila was finding the massage really pleasing. Pramila’s thighs were in pain too but she was relieved the moment Ramesh laid his hands on them. Pramila really let her guard down and so she didn’t realize that his hand were approaching the ‘no entry’ zone.

Even though Pramila was relaxed, Ramesh was sweating whether to make a move or not. He kept on switching from right thigh to left thigh and then back again until he could gather enough courage to actually do it. Pramila had her eyes shut, almost asleep when he decided to give it a try.

“Ow! what are you doing?” The moment Ramesh rubbed his finger over her visible camel-toe, Pramila responded with those words. Quickly he backed off standing away from the bed.

“Sorry. I’m a professional and was doing just what is part of the procedure. But I will stop if you don’t want me to continue.” Ramesh clarified the situation.

Pramila didn’t answer him instantly. She didn’t want him to stop but wanted to keep sex out of the option. When she found herself stuck in this situation she chose ‘pleasure’ over ‘pain’. After getting the green signal from Pramila he pulled her panty out of the way while smiling. Ramesh was surprised to see Pramila’s pussy shaved. After getting used to his wife’s jungle anytime he bathed with her, he didn’t expect anything from Pramila.

First he massaged around her vagina to make her comfortable before entering. He was squeezing her pussy lips together gently with his fingers.

While doing so he was talking in his mind, “Thank god, Pramila didn’t ask why I wanted to become a masseur or else she would have caught my lie.”

Then lifting her left leg, he started rubbing the dividing line of the lips, slowly while going deeper. Then at one point he stuffed his finger in, reciprocating it. That’s when Pramila started moaning as a positive response to what he was doing.

The lie was that Ramesh did the crash course when he was 19. And the reason he did was to have sex with the college girls. It was really successful and what he was doing to Pramila at that moment was his master stroke.

When his finger was completely inside, he started rubbing the inside walls of vagina sideways and faster. First his finger was facing downwards but then he turned his finger up making her moan even louder. Pramila’s eyes were still shut but her response was clear as she spread her legs. Ramesh then stuffed another finger spreading her pussy even more.

While Ramesh was rubbing his magical two fingers like a viberator and using another one to play with her clit, Pramila couldn’t hold any more.

“I need something bigger inside me.” she said while looking at me. As professional as Ramesh was, still he was hard and ready for action. Quickly he took of his clothes and went on top of her stuffing his dick inside. Then slowly he started thrusting her. Pramila was enjoying it thoroughly, but while on bed Ramesh wasn’t getting traction to do strong impact. After a few thrusts he got off and then he pulled her to the bed’s edge. Then inserting his dick again inside, he started pounding her hard and fast. As he had got Pramila excited in the beginning itself, at the point of climax, both were about to cum together,

“Oh yes ..yes. Fuck me. Give it all. Give it all to meeeee…Vijay…’s father.” As a reflex Pramila accidentally yell ‘Vijay’ but then she quickly corrected it. Ramesh convinced himself thinking that she referred to him that in a way to give him respect. He believed that because he was completely blind to the fact that his son had scored with Pramila, before himself.

Just when they were done with sex, there was a bell ring. Ramesh panicked hearing it and started running around.

But Pramila calmed him down saying, “It’s just the telephone bell.” Ramesh picked up the phone just to find out that the person on the other side was Rajesh. He modified and then told him the story of how Pramila slipped and fell and how she is resting right now. After he was done, Ramesh went inside the bedroom again and said,

“Thank god, it was the phone bell and not the door bell. Else I would have been the one needing medical attention.”

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