12-05-2021, 10:16 PM
Dear Readers.
"Nothing serious. Everything is alright here. Just that our friendly driver Bhola, just lost his senses and driving the car recklessly." I said, stealing a glance at squirming wide eyed Bhola who was trying to steady the car.
The man whose hands manhandled Purva's breast was gripping the steering of the car. It looked as though he was groping Purva's breast and driving the car. Here is the man who mounted my wife and fucked her, sitting beside me and driving the car. Is this the body that fucked my wife, I thought. This is the first time I was very close to a man who had fucked my wife. Does my wife's smell still resides in this low class person.
There was gushing sensation in my groin. My cock began to grow.
"Oh!" I could hear Purva panicking. "Just ask the stupid driver to stop the car if he is not driving properly." She said, now more concerned.
I watched intently Bhola for few seconds and slightly turned my head to see what's happening in the back seat. Anuj, Neel and Ajay were immersed in their smartphones. "It's not necessary, Purva. It seems that our friend Bhola has taken control of the car." I said.
"Thank god! These drivers. Are you sure your, what is his name Driver is not drunken." She asked still shaken.
"Sure, now the driver is alright. His name is Bhola." I told her through phone, and turned right towards Bhola and said with a little louder voice, "Bhola dear, don't panic, don't get tensed. Keep the eyes steadily on the road." Bhola did not take his gaze from the road.
"Tarun, I am little bit concerned. Now wait.... what did you say is the name of the driver?" Her voice quivered slightly.
"He is our dearest friend." I said slowly. "He is our, Bhola!." I waited.
"What!" She exclaimed. "Is he our friend? Driver friend? Do we have a driver friend? Did you say his name is Bhola?"
"Yes my dear Purva. His name is Bhola." I spoke steadily without any feelings.
"Bhola...Oh!..." I could hear Purva shreak and give a loud gasp, then the phone went dead.
As the car entered into traffic of Delhi, Bhola was taking deep breaths to control himself. "Sirs." Bhola addressed everyone of us, "If you tell me where to drop each one of you, I could plan my trip accordingly." he asked. I told my dropping place which was entirely opposite corner of the city to of my corner of the house. Certainly I have to safeguard my and my family identity. More importantly I have to safeguard Purva. Others told their dropping Places. Bhola dropped Neel, Anuj and Ajay one by one at their dropping points and there was usual parting words.
When Ajay got down, he said to me with a smirk face, "Look Tarun." and turned towards Bhola, " I thought about this driver fella story and it sounds true to me. Maybe he might have over exaggerated some things. But the bottom line is that item whore lady is a slut of sluttiest. During the drive I fantasized about her. Man I had a constant boner. Now use your talent and cajole this Bhola to share where that disgusting slut lives. He surely knows that bitch's den and keeping it as atom bomb secret. Anuj, Neel, you and I will one day visit the bitch, and fuck the hell out of her and use her in every possible way as our whore slut to satisfy our every one of our fantasy. I have a huge urge to put my cock inside her dirty pussy, and feel how it is to be inside one of sluttiest pussy in the world. Man...I think the bitch is to be the hottest kinky slut in the world. " he said with his face and voice reeking of sex.
Now, here is a complete stranger who do not have any inkling about my wife, bad mouthing my wife and wanting to fuck her. His demeaning intention of my wife made my body rush blood to my cock.
"Now." continued Ajay, "This is interesting. This slut seems will go to extreme to enjoy being slutty. We will enter into a contract with the husband of this slut, that we will keep the slut with us for one year and we will drag this cheap whore throughout the country and fuck enjoy her, and we will make her pregnant. Now this slut will not know who is the father of the sperm that is growing in her belly. ha...ha... Now that sperm will have four fathers. Now we will drag her and return her to her husband but with a gift of new born child. How about this plan." he said with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
I never expected that one day, a complete stranger will talk about doing all sorts of pervert things to my wife and I will be hearing it being unable to do something about it. I scolded myself silently, not for being unable to do something about Ajay speaking about my wife, but for having to put up with the aroused straightened cock of mine while hearing Ajay speaking. What sort of person I am, I thought myself, in getting pleasure in my wife's degrading.
I looked at Bhola, he was already dead.
I told to myself, Purva dear your pussy's name and fame is spreading far and wide.
I shrugged my shoulder and said, "Then I have to use third degree methods on Bhola."
"Get the bitch name and place, Tarun. Get her name and place for sake of our cocks well being." Ajay laughed at his own joke, said good bye and left.
Bhola parked the car at the place I told him to drop me off. It was a darkly lit street in the outskirts of the city. I was glaring murderously at him.
"Sorry sir." he said. His voice sincerely sought forgiveness from me.
But I was in no mood. Whatever it is I have to secure my, my family honour. More importantly Purva's chastity and honour.
"Sorry for what!." I said angrily. "That you said stories of my wife which even an expert porno story writer couldn't think off, that in your story you made my wife a slut and a whore who sleeps with all the construction workers who eyes her, that my wife is '. cock loving ***** ***** lady, that in your story you fondled my wife's breast and pussy and mounted and fucked her, that you told stories about my wife to complete strangers who now want to fuck my wife and masturbate thinking about. Is this all you are sorry about." I shouted at him murderously.
Bhola was taken aback, and he shrunk in the seat. "Sir, No sir...it is not stories. It's true..." he struggled to finish.
"Now shut the fuck up and I know what is true." I growled at him. " I know my wife. And you want me to believe that my high class, highly educated wife, family loving wife, was fucking whole lot of low life, gutter class persons like you." I was shaking with rage that never occurred to me till then.
"I am sorry sir." he quivered.
I glared at him and said, "Fuck your sorry. I want you to forget my wife. I want your mind to forget that you set eyes on my wife. My wife doesn't exist in your life. I don't want you to say stories about my wife. I don't want you even to think about my wife. Is that clear to you. You completely erase my wife from you". My voice was steady and hammered him.
"Yes sir, I promise sir." said Bhola. His fear in voice showed that he was already starting to forget about my wife Purva.
"Yesterday night when you were drunken sleep, I went through your phone. I have every details about you. I know about your family, where you reside and where you bank. So, if one word comes out of your disgusting mouth about my wife..." I stopped and looked into eyes of Bhola.
"Not one word comes out of my mouth sir." I felt his resolute and sincerity in his voice.
I continued, " If one word comes, do you know what a sulfuric acid is?" I asked him, and he nodded his head. "Good." I said. "I will dip a huge iron rod into sulfuric acid and soak it and will shove the road up in your ass until it comes out of your mouth. I will drag your mother and sisters in front of you and bang them before your own eyes, cut your cock from your body, and make you bleed to death. Is that clear to you."
"Yes sir." Bhola was half dead.
I took a wad of currency from my purse and threw it on Bhola. "Now take this money. Shut your dirty smelly cunt of mouth and get lost. This must be the last time I must set my eyes on your monkey face." I shouted at him, kicked the car door open and got out.
"Sir, one moment please sir. Can you spend just few minutes with me sir. I am not a bad person as you think sir. Please sir, I want to talk to you." Bhola with crying voice honestly begged me putting his head forward. His watery eyes made me think about it.
Slowly I got into the car and slammed the door shut.
"What is it Bhola?" my voice softened.
All of you are aware of the cult classic story, Indian Wife & Construction Guys, written by aurelius1982 and another series by shiprat.
It has been every writers dream to continue the story and try to match up with the standards set by the original authors. Though classics are best remained to be untouched, the challenge is there for the writers.
So, here my trying to write a continuation of the story. It starts from where aurelius left. This is my first effort in writing in english. English may be poor and there may be many mistakes. Please bear with me. I will try to give regular updates.
Thank you all.
Indian Wife & Construction Guys -DL continuation- PART -1
"Hi Purva." I said. However I tried to sound normal, I couldn't suppress the strain in my voice. Maybe it just reflected my confused hurt feelings.
"Is everything alright, Tarun." Her voice was concerned. Being my better half for twenty years, should have made her sense even subtle changes in me.
"Nothing serious. Everything is alright here. Just that our friendly driver Bhola, just lost his senses and driving the car recklessly." I said, stealing a glance at squirming wide eyed Bhola who was trying to steady the car.
The man whose hands manhandled Purva's breast was gripping the steering of the car. It looked as though he was groping Purva's breast and driving the car. Here is the man who mounted my wife and fucked her, sitting beside me and driving the car. Is this the body that fucked my wife, I thought. This is the first time I was very close to a man who had fucked my wife. Does my wife's smell still resides in this low class person.
There was gushing sensation in my groin. My cock began to grow.
"Oh!" I could hear Purva panicking. "Just ask the stupid driver to stop the car if he is not driving properly." She said, now more concerned.
I watched intently Bhola for few seconds and slightly turned my head to see what's happening in the back seat. Anuj, Neel and Ajay were immersed in their smartphones. "It's not necessary, Purva. It seems that our friend Bhola has taken control of the car." I said.
"Thank god! These drivers. Are you sure your, what is his name Driver is not drunken." She asked still shaken.
"Sure, now the driver is alright. His name is Bhola." I told her through phone, and turned right towards Bhola and said with a little louder voice, "Bhola dear, don't panic, don't get tensed. Keep the eyes steadily on the road." Bhola did not take his gaze from the road.
"Tarun, I am little bit concerned. Now wait.... what did you say is the name of the driver?" Her voice quivered slightly.
"He is our dearest friend." I said slowly. "He is our, Bhola!." I waited.
"What!" She exclaimed. "Is he our friend? Driver friend? Do we have a driver friend? Did you say his name is Bhola?"
"Yes my dear Purva. His name is Bhola." I spoke steadily without any feelings.
"Bhola...Oh!..." I could hear Purva shreak and give a loud gasp, then the phone went dead.
As the car entered into traffic of Delhi, Bhola was taking deep breaths to control himself. "Sirs." Bhola addressed everyone of us, "If you tell me where to drop each one of you, I could plan my trip accordingly." he asked. I told my dropping place which was entirely opposite corner of the city to of my corner of the house. Certainly I have to safeguard my and my family identity. More importantly I have to safeguard Purva. Others told their dropping Places. Bhola dropped Neel, Anuj and Ajay one by one at their dropping points and there was usual parting words.
When Ajay got down, he said to me with a smirk face, "Look Tarun." and turned towards Bhola, " I thought about this driver fella story and it sounds true to me. Maybe he might have over exaggerated some things. But the bottom line is that item whore lady is a slut of sluttiest. During the drive I fantasized about her. Man I had a constant boner. Now use your talent and cajole this Bhola to share where that disgusting slut lives. He surely knows that bitch's den and keeping it as atom bomb secret. Anuj, Neel, you and I will one day visit the bitch, and fuck the hell out of her and use her in every possible way as our whore slut to satisfy our every one of our fantasy. I have a huge urge to put my cock inside her dirty pussy, and feel how it is to be inside one of sluttiest pussy in the world. Man...I think the bitch is to be the hottest kinky slut in the world. " he said with his face and voice reeking of sex.
Now, here is a complete stranger who do not have any inkling about my wife, bad mouthing my wife and wanting to fuck her. His demeaning intention of my wife made my body rush blood to my cock.
"Now." continued Ajay, "This is interesting. This slut seems will go to extreme to enjoy being slutty. We will enter into a contract with the husband of this slut, that we will keep the slut with us for one year and we will drag this cheap whore throughout the country and fuck enjoy her, and we will make her pregnant. Now this slut will not know who is the father of the sperm that is growing in her belly. ha...ha... Now that sperm will have four fathers. Now we will drag her and return her to her husband but with a gift of new born child. How about this plan." he said with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
I never expected that one day, a complete stranger will talk about doing all sorts of pervert things to my wife and I will be hearing it being unable to do something about it. I scolded myself silently, not for being unable to do something about Ajay speaking about my wife, but for having to put up with the aroused straightened cock of mine while hearing Ajay speaking. What sort of person I am, I thought myself, in getting pleasure in my wife's degrading.
I looked at Bhola, he was already dead.
I told to myself, Purva dear your pussy's name and fame is spreading far and wide.
I shrugged my shoulder and said, "Then I have to use third degree methods on Bhola."
"Get the bitch name and place, Tarun. Get her name and place for sake of our cocks well being." Ajay laughed at his own joke, said good bye and left.
Bhola parked the car at the place I told him to drop me off. It was a darkly lit street in the outskirts of the city. I was glaring murderously at him.
"Sorry sir." he said. His voice sincerely sought forgiveness from me.
But I was in no mood. Whatever it is I have to secure my, my family honour. More importantly Purva's chastity and honour.
"Sorry for what!." I said angrily. "That you said stories of my wife which even an expert porno story writer couldn't think off, that in your story you made my wife a slut and a whore who sleeps with all the construction workers who eyes her, that my wife is '. cock loving ***** ***** lady, that in your story you fondled my wife's breast and pussy and mounted and fucked her, that you told stories about my wife to complete strangers who now want to fuck my wife and masturbate thinking about. Is this all you are sorry about." I shouted at him murderously.
Bhola was taken aback, and he shrunk in the seat. "Sir, No sir...it is not stories. It's true..." he struggled to finish.
"Now shut the fuck up and I know what is true." I growled at him. " I know my wife. And you want me to believe that my high class, highly educated wife, family loving wife, was fucking whole lot of low life, gutter class persons like you." I was shaking with rage that never occurred to me till then.
"I am sorry sir." he quivered.
I glared at him and said, "Fuck your sorry. I want you to forget my wife. I want your mind to forget that you set eyes on my wife. My wife doesn't exist in your life. I don't want you to say stories about my wife. I don't want you even to think about my wife. Is that clear to you. You completely erase my wife from you". My voice was steady and hammered him.
"Yes sir, I promise sir." said Bhola. His fear in voice showed that he was already starting to forget about my wife Purva.
"Yesterday night when you were drunken sleep, I went through your phone. I have every details about you. I know about your family, where you reside and where you bank. So, if one word comes out of your disgusting mouth about my wife..." I stopped and looked into eyes of Bhola.
"Not one word comes out of my mouth sir." I felt his resolute and sincerity in his voice.
I continued, " If one word comes, do you know what a sulfuric acid is?" I asked him, and he nodded his head. "Good." I said. "I will dip a huge iron rod into sulfuric acid and soak it and will shove the road up in your ass until it comes out of your mouth. I will drag your mother and sisters in front of you and bang them before your own eyes, cut your cock from your body, and make you bleed to death. Is that clear to you."
"Yes sir." Bhola was half dead.
I took a wad of currency from my purse and threw it on Bhola. "Now take this money. Shut your dirty smelly cunt of mouth and get lost. This must be the last time I must set my eyes on your monkey face." I shouted at him, kicked the car door open and got out.
"Sir, one moment please sir. Can you spend just few minutes with me sir. I am not a bad person as you think sir. Please sir, I want to talk to you." Bhola with crying voice honestly begged me putting his head forward. His watery eyes made me think about it.
Slowly I got into the car and slammed the door shut.
"What is it Bhola?" my voice softened.
....to be continued.
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