”Although i knew Vikram was a pig who never respected women and considered them to be sex objects and would openly say so.It was 10 pm.Door bell ran... and i received vikram and led him to the drawing room.”Bhabhi kahan hai bhai?”he asked.”Shifa our guest is here”i shouted.My wife came out of the bedroom where she was from the past one hour or so and to my surprise she was wearing a tight black top with white bottoms which hugged her awesome ass and the shape was clearly visible.Her top ended at. I stopped for a minute and rubbed her cheeks which made her moan a little. She was the most beautiful shade of red that I have ever seen, it was like her butt was made to be spanked this way. I told her she could get up so we could take the pictures for her husband.She wiped a couple of tears from her face when she stood up and got her phone. I suggested she stand in front of me and bend over and put her hands on the coffee table. Mostly I just wanted to see her in that position. Her breasts. ‘What did you say?’ My father was advancing toward me. Danny was standing again and he was wiping at his bloody nose. ‘Leave him alone,’ I repeated. I knew it even before I said it, that this was it. I rocked back from the blow, feeling the sting on my cheek and a sharp pain in my jaw. ‘You little slut,’ he said, hitting me again. I was ready this time, shielding my face, and he hit the side of my head. My ear was ringing. I peeked out to see Danny, open-mouthed behind him. ‘You’re coming. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth.Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the stereotype her.