Adultery Lets Party Bitch!

[codename.love69]

Lets Party Bitch!




Dola: (11:11 pm): Just reached home. Everyone here misses you so much.

I felt relieved after seeing my beautiful wife’s WhatsApp message. Dola had gone to her mother’s place in Calcutta for her best friend’s wedding. It was due in three days. I would have gone too. However, I couldn’t get any leaves from my office. My loving wife didn’t want to leave me all alone at home and attend her girlfriend’s wedding. I somewhat forced her to make that difficult choice. I work in Eastern Railways and have a transfer job. We’ve been living in Siliguri for a couple of years. We’d be celebrating our third marriage anniversary at the end of the next week. Dola would be back home by then.

It was sad to spend the week without my beautiful wife. Besides being a wedded couple, we’re also good friends. I’ve never been away from my beloved wife for so long. When I had to go on an office tour, I just finished my work quickly and always returned home as soon as I can. My wife also could not stay away from me for long. Every time I came back home from an office tour, she always fucked my brains out. Even though Dola is quite a simple woman, she could be a real bitch in heat in bed. Once she gets aroused, she turns into a complete slut. Her sex drive is really insane. You just cannot keep up with that hot body of hers. The more you fuck her, the more she becomes horny. I always need to give her some extra oral service, after we’ve had our routine intercourse.

Even though we are of the same age, Dola looks much more impressive than me. My hot wife is a real stunner and could easily score ten on ten in sex appeal. She has jet black hair, pale complexion, smooth skin and a figure to die for, with a mouth-watering vital stats of 38-26-40. She is pretty tall too, 5 feet 7 inches. On the other hand, I look more like an ugly duckling. At a young age of only twenty six, I’m pretty skinny, already balding and wear thick glasses. Moreover, I’m exactly two inches shorter than my wife. By God’s good grace, I landed a job in the railways department after just finishing my college degree. Maybe that’s why my considerate father-in-law married his beautiful daughter to me. Or else I could never have bagged such a sexy vixen my own.

I’m really proud of my wife’s divine beauty. However, I also suffer from an inferiority complex. Whenever I take Dola out to some party, I could easily make out that all eyes are fixed on her. Most of the men stare at my voluptuous wife as if they just wanted to pounce on her juicy body. Since Dola loves to have fun, she becomes an easy catch, especially when she gets a little tipsy. You see, she is a bad drinker and can get smashed very quickly. The guys take the advantage as they brazenly flirt with her. Some even get a little more adventurous and touch her hot body. I’ve seen many of my bachelor friends trying to get a little dirty with my sexy wife after she gets drunk.

Of course, being an outgoing girl, Dola is always up for some naughty banters and takes everything very sportingly. She has never been shy of those playful touches. And she loves to drink. You see, alcohol really turns her on. After a few drinks, my sultry wife lets those horny bastards feel her hot body a bit. However, she never allows anyone to overdo it. Being a married lady, she knows where to draw a line and when to stop. Whenever my sexy wife is fooling around with men at some party, I get extremely jealous as well as feel extremely insecure. Nevertheless, I never allow my emotions to get the better of me. Those nasty turmoils of my insecure mind never get truly shown on my ugly face. Hence, my beloved wife has no idea about my inferiority complex.

The week went without a jitter. Although I missed my wife, it was a tough week at the office and I remained mostly busy with work. Everyday Dola called and messaged me on WhatsApp and kept me posted with the ongoing wedding ceremony. She also sent me lots of videos and pictures. Everything was going fine.

It was a Sunday evening. My wife was coming back in two days. I was happily working at home. Our office badly needed a remodeling and I had to finish a long report on how to do that in a very tight budget. I wanted to submit it to the authority as early as possible. You see, I was hoping for an early promotion and I wanted to impress my bosses. However, destiny had other plans. Suddenly my phone lit up and I saw that my wife had sent me three WhatsApp messages.

Dola (6:28 pm): Today is Mala’s birthday. And she wants to celebrate it with me.

Dola (6:30 pm): We’re going to a night club. I didn’t agree at first. But she didn’t listen. Please don’t be angry.

Dola (6:31 pm): Need to get ready now. You please have your dinner and go to bed. I’ll message you after I come back.

After I saw the messages, the sky just fell all over my head. Mala is my unmarried sister-in-law. She’s one and a half years younger than my wife and a bitch. She used to change her boyfriends like she changed her clothes. Her sex life was way too colorful for my taste. She specially liked strong good looking guys. You see, I was not good enough for her because of my ugly appearance. She used to hate me and called me names behind my back. She was dead against my marriage with Dola and called it “a pearl necklace around a monkey's neck”. I too used to avoid her as much as possible. My throat went dry after reading those messages. My stomach took a back flip. I never thought in my wildest dreams that my wife would foolishly agree to her crazy sister’s undue proposal of partying at a night club to celebrate her birthday. What shocked me even more was that she didn’t even bother to discuss it with me before accepting it. Nevertheless, there was no way of stopping her, unless I clearly expressed my insecurities to her. No! I just couldn’t do that.

Me (6:32 pm): Great! Go and have a blast. Don’t stress about me. I’ll be having my dinner shortly. I may have to work late into the night. So you may want to text me and let me know how much you are enjoying yourself.

I spent the next two hours in considerable stress after giving complete freedom to my gorgeous wife to have fun at the night club. Although, I told her that I would be having dinner, however, I was so tensed that I could not eat anything. I put on the TV and sat down on the couch. But I just could not pay any attention to it. I started checking my phone frequently, in hope of getting news of my wife. At exactly quarter past nine, I received one more message from her on WhatsApp.

Dola (8:45 pm): [Image] [Caption given - “This club is so sexy!” <Happy Emoji><Wow Emoji>]

I immediately opened it and got crestfallen. In the picture, my wife and her sister were standing hand in hand with wide smiles on their faces at a busy night club in the city. Both sisters were dressed to kill, looking like real bombshells. Both had heavy makeup on their faces, their hair tied high back and were wearing western dress. They had high heels on their feet. My busty sister-in-law was wearing a red colored short and tight spandex one piece bodycon. The dress was so scandalously revealing that almost half of her big boobs and whole of her thick thighs were obscenely exposed. The tight bodice was glued to Mala’s shapely body, lewdly flaunting her luscious curves. Although I couldn’t clearly make out from the picture, I doubted that she was not wearing any underwear under the dress. Like her slutty sister, my hot wife’s outfit too was quite adventurous. Dola was wearing yellow cotton short shirt and blue denim mini skirt. She had intentionally left the first button of her shirt open, flashing a lot of her juicy cleavage. Its fabric was really thin and I could clearly see that she was wearing a red bra inside. Just like her sister, she was also showing her bare thick thighs as her mini skirt was so short that the fabric ended just an inch below her crotch. I found it really hard to believe that my wedded wife would show up to a night club dressed like a total slut. I had never seen her dressed so provocatively and as far as I knew, she didn’t even have such a slutty outfit in her collection. I had a feeling that it might not belong to her. It could be her sister’s. Mala might have forced her to wear it. Nonetheless, she should not have agreed to go to the night club in such a hideous dress. Why on earth she did that? It looked like tonight the sisters went clubbing with only one clear intention in their mind and that to get laid. Before I could get more worried, another message arrived on WhatsApp.

Dola (8:47 pm): How do I look baby? Ain’t this an awesome dress? It belongs to my sister. Desi attires are not allowed in this club. So I had no choice but to wear it. Please don’t be mad at me.

The befitting answer to such a stupid question should be “you look like a shameless whore who desperately wants to get laid tonight”. But, you see, I couldn’t give such a harsh reply to my beautiful wife. I loved her so much and didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I was almost certain that if I sent an awful reply, Dola would leave the club at once and return home. That would be good for her though. However, it would also put me in a spot of bother. I would surely lose some respect in her eyes. No! I didn’t want that.

Me (8:48 pm): You look ravishing babe. The dress suits your hot body. Don't worry. I'm not mad at you. You people have fun. And keep me posted.

The reply came almost as soon as the message was sent.

Dola (8:48 pm): Thanks baby! I’m so lucky to have you. You're the best husband in the world. <Smile Emoji> <Kiss Emoji>

I sat at home and began to squirm with anxiety as I knew too well that from now on my hot wife would be letting her hair down at the night club. Even though the TV was on, my restless mind remained focused on the phone. I was checking the WhatsApp every five minutes to see if there was any new message received. Around ten o’clock the screen lit up.

Dola (10:01 pm): [Image]

This picture too was of the two sisters. The only difference was that now the two girls were dancing with two beer bottles in their hands. I was thoroughly shocked. I was now pretty sure that seeing my sexy wife in a revealing dress, swinging her hips with a beer bottle in her hand, most men would want to get intimate with her. You just can’t leave some juicy meat out in the open and expect hungry dogs not to pounce on it. As I told earlier, Dola is a bad drinker. She might already be a little tipsy. And there’s a good chance that she’s already feeling a little horny. If that’s the case, anyone could easily take advantage of my hot wife in my absence. As soon as the thought came to mind, I became more worried. My feet turned cold. As if to increase my anxiety, another WhatsApp message entered the phone.

Dola (10:09 pm): [Image] [Caption given - “Having a great time! Met these handsome boys a few minutes ago. All are college students. They’re full of fun. Playing pranks with us all the time. LOL! <Laugh Emoji> I miss you so much. Muah! <Kiss Emoji>”

My fears proved to be true. In the picture, the two sisters was standing right in the middle of six strong looking young men. All of them were about six feet tall and had very muscular physiques. All were wearing tight t-shirts and jeans. The whole group was looking straight at the camera and grinning. A closer look revealed that both the sisters were held by a couple of masculine hands around their hips.

I couldn’t figure out how to respond to such a message. My wife was surely drunk. Otherwise, she would never have taken such a cozy picture with those strangers. Those wily smartasses might introduce themselves as college students. But, with their tight clothes and bulging muscles, I was pretty sure that they were nothing but a bunch of thugs. I could make out that the situation was rapidly getting out of control. I wanted to ask my wife to leave the night club at once and go straight home. However, then my insecurities would definitely be exposed. I suddenly found myself in crossroads and didn’t know what to do. And then another message arrived.

Dola (10:11 pm): The boys have come to know that today’s Mala’s birthday. And all of them want to celebrate it in a big way. They’ve an empty flat close to the club. They want to take us there. They’re forcing me and my sister to go with them. Mala thinks that it’s a good idea and we should agree.

What the fuck! Is she dumb or what? This message was enough to clear all my dilemmas. Enough is enough. To hell with my inferiority complex! Let Dola know all of my insecurities. Hell! Let everybody know about them. I don’t care. I should have stopped my dumb wife at the very beginning. These brawny thugs looked more dangerous than I thought. Surely they wanted to fuck those hot and drunk chicks. That’s why they wanted to shift the party to a much secluded place. My stupid wife and her slut sister would certainly be in grave danger, if they agreed to their terms. No! I couldn’t let them do that.

When these thoughts were running through my now really worried mind, another message arrived.

Dola (10:12 pm): We’re going. <Smile Emoji> <Laugh Emoji>

As soon as I saw the message, I immediately tried to call my wife. Her phone kept ringing for a minute and finally, the call got cut off. Unfortunately she couldn’t hear the phone ringing over the hubbubs of the night club. Once more I tried to reach her over the phone. This time too, the call got cut off after ringing for a minute. Finally, I decided to send her a message.

Me (10:15 pm): Dola, don’t be so stupid. Don’t you dare go anywhere with those unknown bastards. I don’t think they’re college students. Look more like crooks. Who knows what they have in their crooked mind? Please don’t take any unnecessary risk. I’m really worried about you. Let Mala go with them, if she wants. You don’t need to tag along. Stop this nonsense. Enough is enough. You don’t have to celebrate your sister’s birthday anymore. Take a taxi right now and go straight home.

Almost as soon as I tried to imposed the ban on the wife, a message came from the other side. But not from my wife. It was sent to me from an unknown number.

+91983012**** (10:16 pm): Your sexy wife is in full party mood now. So don’t try to act smart, you stupid motherfucker. Not worth the risk. Dola’s phone is switched off. Its battery drained out. So don’t try to mess with me. Be a good boy and keep your stupid mouth shut. I’ll keep you posted.

I was entirely shocked to receive such a rude message on my phone and that too from an unknown number. I couldn’t figure out who would have such kind of audacity to threaten me. I could easily guess that my hot and drunk wife is now at the mercy of some pretty dangerous people. However, I was not able to warn her. All the roads had already been closed. I checked whether or not her phone is really switched off. It was.

It was crystal clear that someone is willingly stopping me from contacting my wife. I didn’t know my sister-in-law’s phone number. I felt absolutely helpless. Now I had no choice but to wait patiently for further updates. All kinds of bad thoughts started coming to my anxious mind. I shuddered again and again thinking what those horny guys would dare to do with my drunken and, hopefully not, aroused wife. Of course, I didn’t have to wait too long. Within half an hour I got a tiny sample of what this terrible night was going to be like, on WhatsApp.

[Redbull_69]

Nice start

[codename.love69]

+91983012**** (10:46 pm): [Video]


I got more nervous to receive a video, instead of a picture. I clicked on it with shivering hands.

It’s a short one minute video  and has been shot in a small room inside an under construction flat. The windows and doors are yet to be installed. A powerful bulb is hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Everything is clearly visible. Along the edge of the three unplastered walls are three wooden beds. A wooden table stands right in the middle of the room. Several beer bottles are lined up on it. My beautiful wife, her obstinate sister and their six burly companions are sharing the beds and drinking beer. Dola doesn’t look least uncomfortable sitting and drinking among so many strangers. She sits sandwiched between two powerfully built thugs, taking swigs from her own bottle. Someone is already playing a raunchy Bhojpuri song on his mobile to set the party mood. The lyrics are extremely vulgar with one particular line getting repeated over and over again – “Tonight we’re going to make your wife our bitch”.

All of a sudden, Mala gets up and starts swaying her hips to its rhythm. Two miscreants immediately come up and start dancing really close to her. In no time at all, their four hands get busy in fondling various juicy parts of her curvy body. Instead of getting offended, my sister-in-law is enjoying being molested by the two rogues and even invites my wife to dance with them. To my utter astonishment, Dola immediately nods, comes up and starts dancing with them. Her moves clearly indicates that she is way too drunk for her own good. Her legs are quite unsteady as her plump butt swings back and forth like a mere pendulum. As soon as my hot wife joins the dance, the other four ruffians come up and join the party. They surround her from all sides. And the video ends right there.

I was truly horrified after watching the video. It clearly showed that something terrible was about to happen to my sexy wife and I would not be able to do anything about it. My hands and feet were tied. I didn’t know how to save Dola from the inevitable disaster. Ever since her phone was switched off, the situation had gone beyond my control. I got really upset with my stubborn sister-in-law. Had Mala not insisted on taking my wife to a night club to celebrate her birthday, she would not have been in such a dire situation. But there was no way to contact her. I didn’t have her number. My only option was to wait patiently. And that’s exactly what I did. At eleven o’clock, I got another message on my WhatsApp.

+91983012**** (11:00 pm): [Video]

This video is a bit longer than the previous one. Its duration is almost five minutes. Someone is shooting the video from a distance. The place has been changed. Stairs are visible from the side. And the light is also quite low. I couldn’t see anyone, but heard voices. I could easily make out that my wife is chatting with her sisters. However, I couldn’t make out what they are saying. I put the headphones on and turned the volume all the way up. Now it’s audible. Both the sisters are slurring and clearly sound heavily drunk.

Dola (in an annoyed tone): Ugh! So many mosquitoes!

Mala: There’ll be mosquitoes in these bushes. We should have gone to the roof. You made us come here.

Dola: You need to use the stairs to go to the roof. My legs have gone wobbly. I can’t even stand straight. Using stairs will be risky.

Mala: Yeah! You’re right. We’re smashed. Using stairs will be risky for both of us. Why are you taking so long to pee? I finished mine ten minutes ago. Hurry up! The party is in full swing and out here, we’re only wasting our time.

Dola (in an angry voice): Fuck! I’m so drunk. I can’t even pull down my panties. How do I suppose going to pee with my panties on?

Mala (in an annoying tone): Oh! That’s why you’re taking so much time. I told you, you don’t go partying with your undies on. But you didn’t listen. Now look what a big mess you’re in. Wait! I’ll help you out.

Dola (after a few seconds in an apprehensive voice): What the fuck have you done? You tore my panties off. Why did you do that for?

Mala (giggling): Why? To give you ease. That’s why! Now you can go back to the party with ease, just like me. No! Not entirely like me. You still have your bra on. Get rid of it immediately. Then you can be totally free like me. Then you can reap full benefits.

Dola (in a dumb voice): What! What are you saying? What benefits?

Mala: Oh! You dumb woman! Why are you so naive? Don’t you see how these guys were feeling us at every chance they got. They’re so fucking strong. Did you feel their fucking muscles? So hard!And what about those huge fucking bulges? All of them are packing real big stuffs. Not like your moron husband, who is nothing but a fucking weakling. Without your undies, you’ll get a good feel of their true strength.

Dola (laughs): Haha Haha! Oh! Don’t be so mean. Joy is not weak at all. Just a little skinny. But you’re right. Those guys are really strong. And yes, those bulges look pretty big too. But they are also quite aggressive. You saw right, how they were dirty dancing with me. They were all over me, pressing my ass and boobs at every chance. I don’t blame them though. They’re just a bunch of horny college going students. Their young hot blood will always get better of them. Plus they’re drinking. I should blame you though. It’s you who started all this. I didn’t know you’re such a slut. I saw just how much you were having fun when they were fondling yours. Anyway, I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to go back to the party. Those guys are getting really charged up. We’ll be in big trouble if we get back to them. Better, let’s go home.

Mala (in an angry voice): Oh! Now you want to play fucking goody goody with me. Please don’t think that I haven’t saw anything. You too were fucking enjoying yourself. You were all warmed up and twerking that fat ass of yours all over that place. I saw you enjoying their huge bulges on your fat ass. You looked like a bitch in heat when you were dancing with those hot guys. So don’t even try to act fucking innocent. Anyway, how can we go back home? Are you fucking mad or what? Do you know how fucking risky it can be if we hit the road in such drunk condition? Just look around you. This goddamn place is so quiet and creepy. Finding God here will be easier than finding a fucking taxi. And for that, we need to go to the main road. It got to be at least half an hour walk from here. Can we fucking walk on unsteady feet for so long? We could ask the guys to drop us home in their car. But they too ar all badly drunk. Drinking and driving is fucking risky. They cause accidents, right? We got to spend the night here. That’s our only good option. And if we’re going to spend the fucking night here, why not we enjoy ourselves partying with these handsome guys? Tomorrow morning we can go back home.

Dola (in worried tone): Hmm! I get your point. What you’re saying is probably right. This place is really very creepy. I haven’t seen anyone on the road when we’re coming here. No! Out here, we won’t find any taxis. Got to go to the main road. There’s no way I can walk in such a drunken state. The guys are already drunk too. They absolutely can’t drive a car. They can’t drop us home. But if we stay here, they won’t spare us too. And this time they won’t stop at feeling our tits and butts only. They are getting too horny and too drunk. I’m quite sure if we go back to the party, they’ll be desperate to get into our pants. What will happen then?

Mala (in a carefree tone): What will happen? We’ll have sex with them.

Dola (in shock): What! Have sex! Are you fucking crazy? Do you really know what you are saying? You’re fucking single. You can have sex with anyone you want. But I’m fucking married. How can I fuck someone other than Joy? Then again, the whole lot will be wanting to fuck me. Do you think any of those horny bastards would give up a chance to get into my fucking pants, even by mistake? If I had to have sex with all those guys, I’m fucking sure that I won’t survive the damn night.

Mala (in an reassuring tone): Oh! You’ll survive it. That’s for sure. Gosh! You’re so fucking crazy! Do you really think you’ve to fuck all those guys all alone? What will I do then? We’ll be sharing those boys. Won’t we? And just look at you. God! You’re so fucking juicy. You’re built like some hot pornstar. That buxom body of yours is built to take cocks. You can pull a fucking train if you want. This mini party is a piece of cake for you. So just fucking chill. And why are you so worried about your dear hubby? He is now in Siliguri. Isn’t he? How will he know what you are doing here? Your phone is switched off. I never gave him my fucking number. He doesn’t know these guys. How will he reach out to you? There’s no chance that anyone else can know what the fuck is going on here, not just your dearest husband. None of us are fucking stupid to tell anyone what we’re really doing here. What happens here tonight, will be buried right here. So don’t fucking stress.

Dola (gasps): Oh! I never thought of that. If Joy can’t know, then also, is it still okay for me to have sex with someone else? Ain’t that cheating?

Mala (in a harsh tone): God! You’re so fucking naive. Stop your silly sentimental talk. You’ve been married for three years. Are you really that fucking happy? Can your hubby dear deliver what you really want? Is he good in bed? Don’t act like I don’t know. I know that he can’t give you a good fucking that you really deserve. You made a big fucking mistake of marrying that fucking weakling. How many fucking times have you complained about him on WhatsApp? You’re the fucking one who told me that he’s an early squirtter and has never been able to give you an orgasm. You told me, that sissy husband of yours has to lick you pussy, if he wants to give you any pleasure. Did you forget everything? Or should I give my fucking phone? What’s the use of a motherfucking husband when he can’t even give you pleasure on bed? Why the fuck are you so devoted to such a weak man? No! Not man! Such an asshole can’t be called a fucking man. Now that you’ve a golden chance to satisfy your fucking itch, don’t just let it slip away for some ancient good for nothing sentimental values. Take full advantage of this wonderful situation tonight. Forget that you are married. Assume, you are also fucking single like me. Be a fucking slut. Have some real fun with these big guys. Get yourself properly fucked, as much as you like. Tomorrow morning, you can transform into a prim and proper wife again. I’m not telling you to ditch your fucking husband. But you can always fool around a little behind his back. It’ll bring you much deserving joy and won’t do him any harm as well. How can he get hurt if he doesn’t know anything? Now let’s go back to the party. I’ve already wasted enough time in lecturing you. My fucking throat got dry. I need a drink right now. But first. Take off your fucking bra. It’s of no use. Tonight we’re all going to be fucking naked anyway. Get rid of it right now and become free like a fucking bird. Let me help you with that.

Ten seconds of silence. The two sisters are then seen drunkenly walking towards the camera. And the video ends right there.

After watching the video, it was as if lightning struck my head. My evil sister-in-law had successfully brainwashed her drunken sister. Now it’s only a matter of time before my beautiful wife turns into a promiscuous slut. The only glimmer of hope is that she may have accepted her vile suggestion for one and one night only. I too made up my mind that if my beloved wife comes back to me in her prim and proper form again, I would definitely accept her with warm heart. If she cheated on me, I should not blame her. She had been tricked to become drunk and horny by her own sister and didn’t actually know what she’s doing. I wouldn’t even reveal to her that I know all about her promiscuity. This one-off dirty escapade of my otherwise good wife must be kept a secret from her and everyone else. I was praying to God that from tomorrow morning, everything should be back to normal. I was pretty sure about two things. One, those muscular thugs had my phone number. There was no doubt that one of them had copied it from my drunk wife’s phone before it got switched off. And secondly, I could bet that I would have more evidence of my lustful wife’s wanton activities before the night is over. Half an hour later, I got another message on my WhatsApp that proved me right.

[abcturbine]

Sensational....
Awesome.....

[codename.love69]

+91983012**** (11:37 pm): [Video]


This one has a runtime of two and half minutes. We’re back to the same room with uninstalled door and windows. The party is in full swing. The same vulgar Bhojpuri song has been played again and those goddamn thugs are dancing like crazy with my hot wife and her slut sister, both of whom are lewdly twerking their fat ass like some cheap whores. Suddenly the song stops. Everyone stops dancing and gets their asses on the three empty beds at the edge of the three plasterless walls. Everybody are gasping a little. The camera focuses on my sexy wife, who is panting the most because of her slightly heavier bulk. Dola is sweating profusely. Her cotton shirt is soaked in her sweats and got glued to her voluptuous body. In the absence of a bra, her large breasts along with her fat nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric. Someone handed her a fresh beer bottle. The poor thing must have been very thirsty. She took it with a courteous thanks and immediately began to gulp down the booze. The rest of the group also start drinking as they have a small chit-chat.

First Thug: Dola, I see that you’re sweating profusely. Your clothes are completely soaked. If you keep that on, I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold. Babe, please take your clothes off.

Second Thug: Yes Dola! Bittu is absolutely right. If you kept on wearing those wet clothes, you’re bound to catch a cold. You got to take them off immediately.

Third Thug (in a suggestive voice): What the fuck! You people are so full of shit. We all are sweating. And we all have our clothes on. Then why are you only asking Dola to take off her clothes? Can’t we all catch a cold? What do you say Mala? Am I right or wrong?

Mala (giggles): I'm afraid that you're speaking the truth, Raghu. Indeed, we all got sweaty and everyone's clothes are wet. There's a good chance that all of us get sick. And I don't think that Dola would agree to take her clothes off, if the rest of us remain fully dressed. She'll definitely feel ashamed of herself. However, she may agree to get undressed if we all agree to get naked. 

First Thug: Of course! I can see your logic, Mala. I must agree with you. I personally don’t have a problem in getting naked in front of you people. Lets do it. Let us all get naked. Lets vote then. Yes or No? Mine’s a yes.

Fourth Thug: Mine’s yes too.

Fifth and sixth thugs sitting next to Dola: Yes! Lets get naked.

Mala (giggles): Mine is also yes. Dola, what do you say? All this fuss is about you. Do you agree to get nude?

Dola has already emptied her beer bottle and looks badly drunk. She does not say anything, but nods in agreement. At once the rest burst into cheers. And the video ends right there.

I didn’t get worried appeared after watching the third video. Not even a little disappointment. This was inevitable. I knew what could happen to my dumb wife when she agreed to go out with her wayward sister and celebrate her birthday at a night club. You see, from the very beginning, I had a bad feeling about it. I was almost sure it wouldn't go well for her. And now I humbly accepted my fate. Tonight my hot wife got herself so drunk that she could not even distinguish right from wrong. I could already sense that all those booze had warmed up her voluptuous body really well. And with Mala by her side, any trace of inhibitions left in her intoxicated mind would be quickly washed away with some venomous words. 

Her spoiled sister was always a bad influence on my foolish wife. She loved her too much and had always given her blind indulgence. They had common friends and used to party a lot. They even lost their virginity on the same night to two of their distant cousins. But that was before Dola got married to me. After our marriage, I got transferred here in Siliguri and she came along with me. From that day on, she had always been my ideal wife. I suppose Mala had never forgiven me for taking her big sister away from her. She just couldn’t accept the sudden change in her character and always blamed me for that. Tonight she wanted to take her vengeance on me by turning my faithful wife into a lustful adulteress. It was quite clear to me that my wicked sister-in-law already had an association with those horny thugs. Dragging Dola to a night club to celebrate her birthday, getting her drunk, suddenly meeting those wily impostors at the club, her phone getting switched off and finally moving to an under construction flat, all these goofy events could never be mere coincidences. Rather, the whole thing had to be a well thought conspiracy. Her evil sister cunningly took advantage of my trustful wife’s simplicity and deliberately led her to her own downfall tonight. I got to steel my nerves if I wanted to get through it.

This time the wait was longer. The clock hanging on my bedroom wall had long since announced that it was well past midnight. I was afraid that those horny fanatics might have forgotten about me after persuading two voluptuous drunken women to go completely nude. The long wait made me nervous as I went to the balcony and started smoking one cigarette after another. A whole packet got burnt out, but no news came from the other side. Finally, I decided to go to bed. Just then I got seven messages in a row on WhatsApp.

+91983012**** (02:21 am): [Video + 7]

With so many videos sent together, there had be a big surprise. I was right.

[Video 1 – Duration 57 seconds]

The orgy has begun. The camera is completely focused on my drunken wife. There is not a single thread on her lush body. Both of her short and mini shirt skirt had been taken off. However, the heels remain on her feet. On the wooden bed, Dola is still sandwiched between the fifth and the sixth thugs, who got already naked and are now earnestly molesting her large titties. My hot wife has her eyes closed and letting out soft moans, clearly enjoying their rough hands on her soft boobs. Both of her hands are busy giving handjobs to the goons, whose hard cocks look admittedly impressive. The fifth thug let go of her right boob and goes straight to my aroused wife’s wet cunt and immediately started fingering her, which notches up her moaning. The scoundrel pressed his fat lips on her soft ones, while he fingered her and they both started kissing each other very passionately.

[Video 2 – Duration 9 seconds]

Now the other thug is pressing my hot wife’s both tits, while he hugs her, their lips completely locked. The fifth thug is kneeling on the floor and has his face buried between her thick trunks, greedily licking her juicy pussy. Dola is sitting with her legs apart, leaning back a little with her heavy body getting all the support it needs from the brawny sixth thug. The fifth guy is an expert pussy eater. A few seconds later, my voluptuous wife’s whole body starts  jerking uncontrollably as she squirts out her cuntjuices.

[Video 3 – Duration 6 seconds]

This time, my hot is lying on the bed and being attacked from both sides by those two horny thugs, who are now fucking her real hard and fast. She has cocks both in her mouth and pussy. The sound of my sexy wife getting viciously fucked by those powerfully built goons comes across really well in the video. In fact, that’s the only sound in the video. All the three nude bodies are drenched in their sweats and a few seconds later, throb and shudder almost together in union.

[Video 4 – Duration 7 seconds]

Just like before, my promiscuous wife is lying on the bed with her legs spread apart and brutally getting her mouth and pussy fucked at the same time. The only difference is that instead of the fifth and sixth thugs, this time, she is being fucked by two other brawny thugs. Once again the only sound coming out is the sound of their fucking. After a few seconds, the same scene gets repeated once more and all the three naked sweaty bodies throb and shudder at the same time.

[Video 5 – Duration 59 seconds]

This time too, the same scene is getting repeated. My adulterous wife is lying on the bed with her legs spread apart, as both of her mouth and pussy get thoroughly fucked by the final two thugs. The only difference, my evil sister-in-law’s voice can be heard in the background.

Mala (shouting with glee): Fuck her you motherfuckers! Fuck my sister’s married pussy. Let that worthless weakling know that his faithful wife is nothing but a cheating slut. Enough of this goody goody shit. I know my fucking sister. She’s nothing but a fucking whore. The bitch was eyeing you horny motherfuckers from the minute you came at that fucking night club. Come on! Give the married slut all the cocks she wants. The stupid bitch is so drunk, she doesn’t even know we’re recording fucking everything. Come on! Fuck her more. Don’t stop giving her those fat cocks. Tonight, I want all you motherfuckers to fuck the shit out of my whore sister. That hot body can never be satisfied with just one fucking cock. The bitch needs needs many many more if she ever wants to have some fun. Hey Dola! Are you having fun? Can your wimp hubby give you so much fun? No, I don’t fucking think so. You know you’re really one lucky bitch. Your marriage is a fucking joke. That wimpy son of a bitch doesn’t know how to fuck. He is just going to leave you high and dry everyday. I just can’t let him do that you. After all I’m your fucking sister. I love you so fucking much. You need real men. That’s why I brought you here. Now if even that cocksucker Joy finds out that his hot wife is getting her brains fucked out by some real men, he can’t do anything about it. These guys are MLA Kalubabu’s men. That fucking wimp won’t dare to touch them. And if he somehow fucking messes with you, just let me know. These powerful men will take good care of him. So don’t you worry bitch. You can fuck as much as you want, as long as you want, with as many as you want and nobody should have any fucking problem with you.

As soon as Mala’s hysterical monologue is over, the three nude bodies, drench in sweat, throb and shudder together in union. After a few seconds, the two thugs let go of my hot wife and immediately the camera lens zooms in on her freshly fucked pussy. Dola always keeps her pussy clean and shaved, as I eat it regularly. I looks messy and battered from the repeated fucking it received at the hands of the horny brutes. Her lovehole has been left gaping open and is oozing her cuntjuice mixed with their thick cum that they’ve just unceremoniously dumped into her.

For a few unbearable moments my wicked sister-in-law’s venomous words, which violated every limit of decency, kept on ringing in my ears. While it was impossible to make out at that moment, the way she mumbled those vile words, it didn’t seem like she was lying. Especially when a complete stranger had the audacity to send me dirty messages on WhatsApp, it could be safely assumed that those cunning thugs do enjoy some political backing in real. 

MLA Kalnag Sau aka Kalubabu is quite a powerful leader. He fights for the oppositions and a very dangerous man indeed. He carries a terrible reputation. The newspapers often write about him. And those are some scary news. Several cases are pending against him in the court. He has been charged with multiple murders, extortions and bangs. Yet the security officer can't even touch him. He walks around with such an arrogant swag like he owns the law. In fact, in some places, he is the law. Unfortunately, tonight my hot wife had foolishly let herself fall into the dirty hands of some members of Kalubabu's notorious gang and it could be said without a doubt that she would not go scot-free. 

Dola is already heavily drunk and not in herself. She is now nothing but a puppet in the hands of those evil spirits. They can use her however they like and can do whatever they want with her. My thoroughly intoxicated wife is in no condition to oppose. I shivered with fear, thinking of what kind of horrors she must go through before this cursed night was over. Even if it was just a one-night stand, I seriously doubted that after tonight, if she would ever be the same. As my mind wandered over all these frightful thoughts, my finger automatically clicked on the next video.

[codename.love69]

[Video 6 – Duration 47 seconds]


Dola is sitting alone on the wooden bed. The camera is zoomed in, perfectly capturing her face. My beautiful wife’s natural innocence is completely gone. Instead she looks more like a top class whore. Eyes bloodshot and impassive. Eyeliner and mascara slightly smudged. Lips drooping. That gorgeous red lipstick completely gone. Chin and cheeks sticky with thick cum. She has even grown a thin mustache between her nose and upper lips, made of white powder. Cocaine! The camera zooms out and my intoxicated wife’s nude body shows on the screen. Her two large titties have turned scarlet. There are clear marks of fingerprints all over her soft chest with several bite marks. Both of her big nipples have stiffened and engorged. Her clean shaven pussy is still lewdly leaking cum. I heard my sister-in-law’s voice in the background.

Mala: Hey big sister! How are you feeling now? Are you having fun?

Dola smiled softly. She didn’t utter a sing word, but gives a little nodd.

Mala: Your hubby dear may be missing you a lot. Out her, you’re are having fun with us. And there at home, the poor guy is bored all alone. Maybe he is stressed about you. Lets do something. Lets send him a message. Then he’ll know you’re all good and won’t worry about you. What do you say? Isn’t a good idea? Lets do it now. Now tell something to your dearest husband. We’ll record your message and send it to him.

Dola (too much slurring, giggling like a college girl): Okay fine! Baby, please don’t stress too much. I’m totally fine. You know, these handsome boys are totally naughty. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! They kept on pushing me to take a few drinks. Now I’m really drunk. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! And the boys also had some kind of white powder in their pockets. Kept on pushing me to snort. Every one of them was doing it. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! I wasn’t up for it though. But then I saw Mala. She was gladly doing it. Snorts everything in one go. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! Then I had to do it too. Otherwise they would have labelled me a chicken. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! Oh! Don’t you worry darling. I said I’m fine. Honestly, it feels great. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! We’re going to party all night. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! You go to sleep, baby. The boys said tomorrow morning they would safely drop us home. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! I’ll message you once I get home. Bye bye sweetie! Good night!

The short but not so sweet interview of my beloved wife told me beyond any reasonable doubt that all my assumptions were falling into place one by one. Dola was not even aware of what’s going on around her. My fun loving stupid wife is a prime example of the terrible consequences that can happen to a woman, who always gets tipsy whenever she drinks alcohol, does cocaine while boozing. The toxic mixture of alcohol and cocaine had absolutely knocked her out. Her brain had stopped functioning. My thoroughly intoxicated wife didn’t even realize that she was completely nude and had cum all over her lush body, when she let her wicked sister record the obscene message. The malicious combination of alcohol and cocaine had steamrolled her inhibitions to absolute dusts. My hot wife had lost all her shame under the wrath of some noxious inebriation. From a simple housewife, Dola was rapidly transforming into a promiscuous whore. Yet, my sixth sense was telling me that her filthy downfall was far from over.

[Video 7 – Duration 1 min 57 sec]

My voluptuous wife is bent over the bed with her huge butt up in the air and her knees resting on the floor. The camera lens is solely focused on her rear. Her fat ass looks even more plump on camera. All of a sudden, a stranger appears on the screen. Like the previous thugs, this one too is tall and brawny. Since only his back is visible on camera, his age cannot be accurately determined. Nevertheless, it can be safely assumed that the new imp should be of the same age as the other rogues. He goes and stands behind my wife’s raised butt, stretched out both his hands and tightly grabs her protruding hips on both sides. He then pulls his waist a little and immediately thrusts forward, thumping her real hard from behind.

Dola (howling in a slurring voice): Ugh Ugh! Oh Oh! What the fuck are you doing? Why are you trying to fuck my ass, you crazy bastard? Oh Oh! Ugh Ugh! Please take it out of my asshole. It hurts a lot. Ugh Ugh! Oh Oh! Fuck my pussy as much as you want. Please let go of my ass. It really hurts. Oh Oh! Oh Oh! Ugh Ugh! Oh My God! My ass is on fire! You dirty motherfucker! I say pull your dick out. Right now! Oh Oh! Oh Oh! Hey! Please, please show some mercy. Don’t fuck my ass. I beg of you. Please stop. Your dick is too big. It won’t fit into my tiny asshole. Phew! Phew! Ah Ah! Hey! Please, please stop right now. You’re putting a whole stick into my ass. You horny bastard! You’re going to burst my ass. Ah Ah! Ah Ah! God! I’m going to die tonight. Ugh Ugh! Ugh Ugh!

My poor wife’s struggle can not be clearly seen as the merciless evildoer's broad frame guards the camera. However, the way in which she is screaming frenziedly at the top of her voice together with constant rocking of the wooden bed give away a pretty good picture of her painful struggle. The cruel imp is paying no heed to her earnest begging. He kept on thumping her forcefully from behind and shows no sign of remorse when he finally speaks.

Seventh Thug (laughing fanatically and bellowing): Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha Ha Ha!Shut up you whore! Shut the fuck up! I can’t let go of the chance of fucking that fat ass of yours. Do you really think I’m that stupid? You’re a nothing but a stupid whore. Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha Ha Ha! What the fuck are you complaining so much? I know your stupid hubby can’t give you any sort of fucking satisfaction. That’s why you’re with us. Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha Ha Ha! You’re nothing but a cock hungry slut who loves to get fucked all the time. Don’t you? You love sucking cocks. You love getting your pussy fucked. You need learn to take it in your fat ass too. Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha Ha Ha! A top class whore like you should never be left with a fucking virgin ass. Don’t you worry bitch. Tonight I’m going to train you how to take cocks in your ass and you’ll fucking love it. Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha Ha Ha! Just give it some time bitch. Let the pain fades first. And then you’ll also start enjoying getting your ass fucked. Ha Ha Ha Ha!

My hot wife stops struggling after being scolded by the sturdy brute. She just leans on the bed on her heaving breasts and moans as the cold-hearted imp relentlessly pounds her massive ass from the back. After another minute of non-stop thumping at a whirlwind pace, Dola suddenly turns noisy again, but this time, surprisingly in pleasure.

Dola (now cooing in ecstasy): Oh Oh Oh! Oh Oh Oh! Fuck me you motherfucker! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck my virgin asshole more and more. Ah Ah Ah! Ah Ah Ah! I didn’t know anal sex could be so much fun. Oh Oh Oh! Ah Ah Ah! My idiot husband never gives me so much joy. That fucking weakling doesn’t know how to fuck a hot chick like me. Ah Ah Ah! Oh Oh Oh! My little sister was saying the fucking truth. I’m really one hot cock hungry bitch. My weak husband can never satisfy my lusty body, even if he wants to. He’s not man enough. I need real men to give me some joy. Ah Ah! Ah Ah! Ah! Ah! You know, there are many motherfucking studs just like you in Siliguri. If I ever give those hungry dogs a green signal, they would come running to me wagging their tails and fuck my brains out. That’s for sure. Oh Oh Oh! Oh Oh Oh! And you know, from now on, I’m going to do just that after I get back home. Fuck fidelity. Fuck being a good wife. No more fucking shit like that. From now on, I’m going to fuck every stud at every chance after I go home. Phew Phew! Phew Phew! Phew Phew! Fuck my ass as much as you want, you fucking horny bastard. Rip my fucking asshole off. Phew Phew! Phew Phew! I want you motherfuckers to fuck me in every hole tonight. Fuck me all night. Don’t stop fucking me. Tonight I’m not anyone’s fucking wife. Tonight I’m a just cock loving fuckdoll. Tonight I want you motherfuckers to fuck me till I die. Ah Ah Ah! Ah Ah Ah! Oh Oh Oh! Oh Oh Oh!

My voluptuous wife’s heavily intoxicated sensuous body had undoubtedly become overheated after getting repeatedly ass fucked at the hands of the relentless evildoer. Unable to withstand the unbearable heat, she had despairingly surrender herself to her ever growing fervent lust and gibbering absolute crap. My oversexed wife had irrevocably turned into a mere harlot after being sodomized by the son of the devil. Those sons of bitches had done every damn thing to my intoxicated hot wife. No! Not everything. There was still one another thing left to do. Gangbang!

[Video 8 - Duration 3 minutes 58 seconds]

Whatever I fear, inevitable happens. I guess that they’re just reading my mind. My little slut, or should I say big, is really getting fucked by all the seven studs at the same time. Dola is bent on her knees again, this time on the wooden bed, that has now every participant on it. The newcomer is lying flat on the bed under her heavy bulk. His engorged cock has gone straight into her debauched cunt. He is tirelessly thrusting his hips upwards to fuck her. The second thug has knelt down to bang her fat ass from behind. Unlike in the previous videos, this time, neither of them is doing it wildly. Instead, both the thugs are fucking my randy wife in a slow steady pace enjoying the full pleasure of her hot holes. The three other members of the crooked group are standing in front of her face with their hard erect cocks pointing at her open lips. Dola is sucking them in turn. At the same time, both her hands are also active, giving handjobs to the last two goons. This goes on for a while, when suddenly all the seven crooks come to a halt. In no time, the dirty devils pulled their engorged cocks out of my slutty wife and almost immediately splatter her whole body with thick warm jizz.

As soon as the last video ended, I felt like Abhimanyu of Mahabharata. Seven mighty warriors surrounded me and left my heart bleeding with devastating weapons. I was lying on my bed like a living corpse. My adulterous wife’s raunchy videos didn’t let me sleep all night. When I thought of in what form Dola would appear before me, when she comes back to Siliguri, my sole shivered in cold fear. I’m a government employee, who has a good repute in my neighborhood, my office and with my friends. If my sultry wife comes back home and does lewd acts behind my back, my whole dignity will be at stake. In a small town like Siliguri, everyone knows everyone. Here, it is almost impossible to do anything and keep it a secret. If my horny wife does anything off limits, a horrible scandal is inevitable and it will surely spread like wildfire everywhere. I was pretty sure that I won’t be able to even walk down the street, if that happens.

I didn’t notice when my eyes got closed while I was thinking nonsense. When I opened my eyes, it was sunrise. Lying on the bed, I prayed to God that my beloved wife would regain her senses. Then I picked up my phone. A few minutes ago, I got a WhatsApp message from the same unknown number. I was fast asleep and didn’t hear the incoming ringtone. I immediately read it.

[abcturbine]

Wonderful....
Sheer brilliance.....

[Redbull_69]

Nice...

[codename.love69]

+91983012**** (05:35 AM): It’s me, Dola. This is Chhoton’s number. My phone has no charge left. So I’m messaging from his mobile. I had so much fun last night. These boys are really awesome. Today the party gets even bigger. I’m going to Talsari with the boys. We’ll have blast out there. Don’t worry baby. I’m in safe hands. I’ll message you from time to time just like yesterday. Bye for now!


What the fuck! I was really shocked to read the message. I was not at all prepared for such kind of wanton behavior from my good wife. I guessed that she still hadn’t recover from the last night’s hangover. I could hardly forget what she really did with those horny hooligans under the pretext of celebrating her sister’s birthday party. Now, Dola wanted to have fun with them in Talsari. She didn’t even bother to ask for my approval. Wow! What a slut! I’m not a hot-headed person. But her utter indifference towards me really pissed me off this time. I had no doubt that if I didn’t stop my shameless wife now, she would cause me a public humiliation. And I couldn’t let that happen. I decided to reach out to her right away. If she saw me angry, she might regain her senses. I knew that her phone was switched off. Hence, I called the unknown number that was sending me messages since last night. However, I was so angry with my wayward wife, I didn’t even notice that instead of making a voice call, I mistakenly made a video call to Chhoton’s number. The brawny brute immediately answered the call. In the videos, I hadn’t seen his face, which looked sharp but cold, just like a villain. He was sitting on a bed smoking a cigarette inside that very room of the under construction building, where the sex party was going on last night. He was bare chested and wearing only his jeans. As soon as I called, he threw away his cigarette and then glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

Chhoton (in a menacing tone): What the fuck! How dare you call me, you cocksucker? Didn’t your whore wife text you just now? Why the fuck are you calling then, motherfucker? 

The fiery brute’s stone-cold voice at once made my throat dry with fear. All my anger disappeared in a jiffy. I didn’t know what to say. Seeing me nervous, the rascal started laughing loudly.

Chhoton (in a sarcastic tone): Oh! I understand now. You’re missing your wife. That’s why you called. I don’t blame you. If I had such a sexy wife like Dola, I too would have been tensed. Don’t worry. She’s fine. She’s going to Talsari with us.

I got some of my courage back when I saw him laughing.

Me (in a soft voice): I’m not worried about my wife. I know she’s in good hands. But I haven’t had a chance to talk to her since last evening. That’s why I called to know if she is okay. Can I have a word with Dola, please? I would be ever so grateful to you if you would let me speak to my wife.

Chhoton (in a cold threatening tone): Oh! Do you want to talk to our bitch in person, you cocksucker? Okay! No problem. You may speak to her. Why would anyone object to a husband-wife friendly chitchat? But before I let you do that motherfucker, you need to get something engraved in that stupid brain of yours. Don’t try to act like a hero in front of Dola. Rather act like a fool. If you try anything stupid motherfucker, you won’t be able to see that hot wife of yours again. Mind my words. Don’t make any false move. Do exactly what I say. And then you may have your wife back. So, be very very careful.

I could clearly see in his murderous eyes that the big bad brute was not at all joking with me.

I (nodding and stammering): No, no! I won’t do anything like that. Please believe me. I don’t have any bad intentions. I just want to talk to my wife. That’s all.

The big bad bully could sense that I wasn’t lying to him. He smiled evilly.

Chhoton (in a cheerful voice): Wonderful! You’re not as stupid as I thought you were. Good! Dola is in the car. Hold on a minute. 

The cranky goon transferred the video call from the front to the back camera. Then he walked a few steps and stopped in front of a black Bolero SUV waiting on the deserted road in front of the under construction building. The car doors were left open. The seats were empty, except the middle one, which was occupied by my adulterous wife and two other brawny thugs. She was sitting sandwiched between Bittu and Raghu, their names I could positively recollect from the videos. The two thugs were bare chested and were only in their jeans. Dola was no longer naked. She had already put on her last night’s party wear, though in a scruffy way. Her short shirt was completely unbuttoned, fully exposing her juicy cleavage. Her large melons heaved under the sticky shirt. And with no bra on, her engorged nipples were visible through the flimsy clothing. Her mini skirt was rolled up, leaving her thick thighs completely bare. It could be safely assumed that my slutty wife was not wearing panties underneath. The two bastards sitting on either side of Dola were gently caressing her open thighs as she had leaned back and rested her head on the seat with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the feeling of their rough hands on her soft skin. The video call quickly got transferred to the front camera.

[codename.love69]

Chhoton: Ahem! Hey Dola! Your husband made a video call on my phone. He wants to talk to you. Take the call.


Dola slowly sat upright, lazily stretched out her left hand and took the phone. I gasped as her pretty face appeared on my phone screen. My sexy wife was totally drugged. She could only open half of her eyelids with great difficulty. Her eyeballs were as red as hibiscus. Her eyeliner got melted, leaving long black marks on her both cheeks. A white mustache of cocaine had formed under her nose. Her puffy lips were wet and drooping. There were clear bite marks on them. Her whole chin was covered with dried cum. My slovenly wife smiled a little when she saw my concerned face on the video call.

Dola (slurring, in a tired voice): Hi! Good morning!

Me (in a soft voice): Morning! How are you?

Dola (slurring, in a tired voice): Good. You?

Me (in a soft voice): Fine. Are you people going to Talsari?

Dola (suddenly turns her head to her left and giggles, slurring): Oh Oh Oh! What are you doing Bittu? Hee Hee! Hee Hee! Stop being so naughty. Can’t you see I’m on a video call with my hubby?

My wife’s hand shook and the camera angle immediately turned downwards. I saw that her mini skirt got rolled up even more, fully exposing her clean shaven pussy. Bittu had buried two of his fingers into her lovehole and already started fingering her. What an devilishly outrageous act! Meanwhile, I saw Raghu from the other side, opening her unbuttoned shirt with fast hands. He quickly took out her large titties, lowered his face and started sucking them in turn. I was hoping that at least my hot wife wouldn’t have the audacity to let those thugs play with her so openly while she was video chatting with me. I expected her to push them away. But, to my utter shock, she did nothing. Instead, she started laughing shamelessly like a cheap trollop, who enjoyed being molested in front of an audience.

Dola (this time turning her head to her right and giggles, slurring): Ah Ah Ah! Ah Ah Ah! You bastard! You too have started. Hee Hee! Hee Hee!

My whore wife got so engrossed with the outlandishly obscene acts of her two reckless boyfriends that she quickly forgot all about our video chat. Her left hand slowly came down and rested on Bittu’s lap as she leaned back on the seat and started moaning softly. After waiting for a minute, when I saw that Dola had completely forgotten about me, I couldn’t help but clear my throat.

Me (in a slightly loud voice): Ahem! Ahem! Hey Dola! What the fuck are you doing? Baby, please talk to me.

My voice did the trick. Hearing me call, my wife remembered that she was in a video chat with me. Her left hand slowly raised up again and once more Dola’s face appeared on my phone screen. There was no sign of shame on that pretty face, as if nothing had happened. Maybe she didn’t notice in her insobriety that I had already seen her blatant smuttiness.

Dola (slurring): Sorry! I fell asleep while chatting with. You know, I’m really tired. What were you saying?

Me (in a slightly angry tone): Why? Didn’t you sleep at night?

Dola (slurring and giggling): Oh! You didn’t know these guys. These bad bad boys kept me awake all night. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! They have great stamina. They didn’t sleep themselves and didn’t let me sleep either. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! Our party went on all night. Ugh! These rascals brought tons of booze so we could have an all night party. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! And not just booze. They also had cocaine in their pockets. These naughty boys don’t like to party without doing cocaine. I wasn’t doing it at first. But these bastards didn’t listen to me at all. They just forced me to do it. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! You should try once. Awesome stuff! You’ll feel so light, almost weightless. How to best put it? It’s like getting your own wings. You’ll feel like you’re flying in the air. Hee Hee! Hee Hee!

Me (in an angry voice): Oh! I get it alright. You don’t have to explain to me anymore. You partied all night with your new friends. You drank a lot. You did cocaine. You had tons of fun. See, I got you just fine. But what I don’t understand is why the fuck are you going to Talsari? Your sister’s birthday ended last night. What was the need to continue partying then? At home, your parents are awfully worried for you two. Their girls went out last evening and didn’t return home yet. It’s so natural to get really tensed.

Dola (slurring, in a dumb voice): What the fuck are you saying? Who the fuck told you that Mala didn’t went back home?

I didn’t quite understand the last words of my plastered wife. What did she just said? Has my sister-in-law already run away leaving Dola all alone in the hands of these horny thugs? Why? Is the gang planning something big for my sexy wife? What could it well be? Is it something particularly sinister? Why should Mala be sent home? Why do they want my hot wife all by herself? You see, my head throbbed at those frightful thoughts. I somehow managed to get a grip on myself and tried to maintain my composure.

Me (in an inquisitive tone): What the fuck do you mean by that? Are you saying that Mala went home leaving you alone with your new friends?

Dola (giggling and slurring): Oh! You’re so dumb. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! Why should I be alone? I’m with seven strong guys. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! Mala got sick. So she went home. I also wanted to go back with her. But these naughty rascals just wouldn’t let me go. These guys were so adamant that the party wouldn’t be much of a fun without me at Talsari, I had to give in. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! These boys may look very rough and tough, but they’re actually quite a sweetheart. They’re really good to me, you know. Chhoton, Bittu and Raghu is keeping me company now, while the rest went to drop my sister at our house. We’re going to leave for Talsari as soon they come back. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! Don’t worry about mom and dad. Mala will explain everything to them. Then they won’t be so tensed. You also don’t take any unnecessary stress. My friends know how to take good care of me. You can bet on that. Hee Hee! Hee Hee!

I got really pissed off as my whore wife boldly praised her devilish boyfriends. However, I somehow controlled my anger. I didn’t forget those murderous tone and threatening words of Chhoton. I knew very well that one false move of mine could cost me much damage.

Me (in a sarcastic voice): I can really see how much they’ve taken care of you. You don’t have to worry about me though. You go and party with your friends at Talsari. My only request to you is please keep me posted from time to time. Otherwise, frankly speaking, I’ll be really tensed. Can you please do that for me at least?

Dola (chuckling and slurring): Sure! No problem. You’re my dear hubby. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! You’ve been so good to me. You always give me full freedom. Don’t worry. You’ll be getting my updates from time to time. That’s for sure. Hee Hee! Hee Hee! Well, I’ve to go now. The boys have arrived. Now, we’re off to Talsari. Take care baby! Bye bye!

After my adulterous wife ended the video call, I went back to bed. I felt absolutely helpless. The situation seemed to be much more dreadful than I had anticipated. My heavily intoxicated wife looked like in such a horrific state that even if those fanatics took her somewhere else instead of Talsari, she wouldn’t notice. Last evening, I had a suspicion that if someone saw my drunk hot wife dancing at a night club, some horny guys would want to take advantage of her, just like those hungry dogs that would come to the smell of an open piece of meat in a tavern. But now I could see a pack of ferocious hyenas surrounding her and would not let her go before tearing her juicy body to shreds. God only knows in what kind of deplorable state my slut wife would return home. However, I could not see a way to rescue her from their clutches. I couldn’t figure out what to do. 

Should I call my father-in-law? Should I tell him everything? He’s a heart patient. Once he learns all about his daughter’s disgraceful misfortune, the good gentleman would surely have a heart attack. I can’t even inform my mother-in-law either. Then the good lady would certainly be crying all day. If that’s the case, my father-in-law would eventually get to know everything. No! I can never call them. Let their other daughter explain everything to them. There’s a good chance that she would lie. But, right now, they don’t need to know the truth anyways. 

Should I report to the security officer then? They could use Chhoton’s phone number to track down the gang and rescue my wife right now. And those goons will also be arrested. However, there’s a small catch. If the security officer are informed, everything will be there out in the open. I live in a small town like Siliguri. Everyone here would come to know what exactly my wife is doing with those seven thugs. My honor will be tarnished overnight. I would not be able to face anyone anymore. 

Along with that, the news will spread to Kolkata, where MLA Kalnag Sau is waiting like a ferocious beast ready to pounce on anyone who has done any kind of harm to him in any goddamn way. When Kalubabu gets to know that his men have been caught by the security officer while fooling around with some whore, he will surely take some drastic measures. Given his terrible reputation, he doesn’t seem likely to let the scoundrels rot in jail for long. Apart from that, he may develop a natural resentment towards me for getting the security officer involved. And if that happens, I’ll surely be facing his fearsome wrath. He would surely have his revenge by framing me in a false case and sending me to jail. Or he may take away my sexy wife and turn her into one of his several concubines. Or maybe he’ll do both. I read something like that in the newspaper a few days ago. My throat went dry with fear as I remembered that terrible news.

After giving much thought to the whole situation, I decided to keep quiet for now. I got to see how things turn out first and then it would me easier for me to take some action. I was more than hundred percent sure that those seven thugs would freely bang my voluptous wife today. And I also knew that I would be getting enough samples of their lewd acts. If something needed to be done about, it could be easily done later. Let it be as it is for now. I got to sit tight and wait for my wife to come home. Once Dola got free from the vile clutches of those horny goons, I would then cautiously take some appropriate measure.

I had breakfast and went to office. It was better to stay busy in the office than to waste time in worrying alone at home during these difficult times. I didn’t pick the phone up even once and kept it in my pocket all day. I didn’t want to worry anymore. I got to be at peace in my office at least. In the evening I had dinner at a restaurant. Then I bought a bottle of whiskey from the wine shop and returned home. I needed to drink a little to get through the night. Back home, I don’t know why I felt that once the phone gets into my hand, I would have to spend the whole night awake. Hence, I freshen up and slept for four hours. When I woke up, I made myself a small peg of whiskey with four ice cubes. Then I picked up the phone while sipping the wine. I expected to see many messages on my my WhatsApp today, just like yesterday. However, to my utter surprise not a single message arrived. Did those scoundrels really forget all about me after they tricked my hot and dumb wife into staying with them all alone? I sat quietly and started drinking. What else could I do? The clock just struck midnight. I was into my sixth peg and was wondering whether to fall asleep, when a message came in on my WhatsApp.

+91983012**** (00:01 AM): Have fun! [Link]

The message was most confusing. Why did that son of a bitch, Chhoton message me so late? And then why sent a link instead of videos? You see, I was getting comfortable with the arrangement. It was going so well. He was sending me hot videos of my raunchy wife on WhatsApp from the other side and I was watching them there. Why the fuck did he suddenly change the method? Most like, when a cunning goon like Chhoton wanted me to have fun, the purpose couldn’t be any good. I was almost certain that it would be most unpleasant for me. Whether it was fun or a bitter punishment, I could only know by opening the link. I quickly finished my peg and clicked on the link. An unfamiliar cloud storage site opened. The profile that got open had a bunch of videos uploaded. I could easily guess whose they are without even opening them. Without any further delay I started opening those videos one after another.

[codename.love69]

[Video 1 – Duration 4 minutes 55 seconds]


My intuition got confirmed. Those sons of devil hadn’t taken my stupid wife to Talsari. The first thing that catches my eyes in the video is the dense forest. Such dense forests can not be found in Talsari. A shallow river is flowing by the forest. By the tall shadows of the trees, I could guess that it’s nearly sunset. A small wooden house stands near the edge of the forest. The house is very old. There is only one door and no windows. Two cars are parked a few feet away from the wooden house. A green jeep and a black bolero. I could immediately recognize the bolero. That’s Dola’s car.

The bolero is shaking violently, clearly indicating that someone is fucking my sexy wife inside. After a while, the car stops shaking. The back door gets opened and Chhoton gets out of the car. He’s still bare chested, wearing only his jeans. The bastard quickly put on his t-shirt and turns around. Although I couldn’t see it, I could clearly make out that there’s a slight scuffle going on inside the car. After some time, the brute manages to get Dola out of the car with some effort. She’s completely nude except her heels. My hot wife looks absolutely wasted. She must have taken too much booze and cocaine. She has absolutely no sense at all. Her head is tilted to the left. She can’t even stand straight. If Chhoton had not held her tightly, she would have fallen for sure.

The camera zooms in. I was shocked to see the dreadful state of my pathetically intoxicated wife. No! Not pathetic, but horrible! Dola is so wasted that she can’t even open her eyes. Her pretty face is fully plastered with thick semen. There are numerous red bite marks all over her buxom body. Especially on her boobs and belly. Her large melons haven been thoroughly pressed and bitten by those horny beasts and are left heavily swelled. There are clear fingermarks all over them. Her slightly fat belly also got bitten in places. 

The camera now focuses below my whore wife’s waist. My gaze was first drawn to her adulterous cunt, which looks grotesquely messy and is gaping open, oozing thick semen. There are also lots of bite marks on both of her thick inner thighs. Although the camera is not showing her rear side, I could easily guess that those hungry animals didn’t spare her smooth back and fat ass too.

The camera zooms out. The front door of the car opens and the thug named Bittu gets down. He has my bruised and battered wife’s white cotton short skirt and blue denim mini skirt in his hands. He and Chhotan somehow get her dressed. Then the two goons grab her from both sides, turn around and slowly walk towards the wooden house.

The wretched condition of my whore wife clearly pointed out that those seven savages had violently bangd her all day long. No sane woman could have endured such terrible torture. Perhaps, Dola was intentionally kept obnoxiously intoxicated so that she wouldn’t realize how awfully her sadistic boyfriends were treating her. Nonetheless, I didn’t understand one thing. Why did the two perverts suddenly put on their clothes? Why did they dress my wife too? The whole act seemed so useless. Sooner or later, someone would be fucking her anyway. Then why bother covering her naked body for no apparent reason? There got to be a catch and it could never be something good for my promiscuous wife. After watching the video, I had no doubt that there’s still no end to her plight. 

[Video 2 – Duration 1 min 35 sec]

The video is taken indoors and the quality is amazing, as if it was shot not on a phone, but on a handy-cam. There is enough light inside the room. Looking at the walls, you can easily tell that the house is made of wood. There is no furniture in the room except an iron bed at one end. It has a dirty mattress on it. My poor wife is sitting on the dirty mattress with her eyes closed and her back against the wall. She is fast asleep. Those semen on her pretty face have all dried up. She is still wearing her short shirt and mini skirt, but in a messy way.

A stranger goes past the camera and stands in front of the iron bed. The man is standing with his back to the camera. As a result, his face is not visible. He is very tall, must be at least six and a half feet, and is just as wide. A dark green military uniform is dbangd over the mountain-like man. His hair is cut very short in a military fashion. He is holding a bottle of rum in his left hand and something in his right hand. The unknown monster pushes Dola gently, not once but thrice. My heavily intoxicated wife slowly opens her eyes with great difficulty.

Giant Stranger (in Hindi) (in a soft voice): Get up now honey. You slept a lot. Now please take these things like a good girl.

The monstrous man holds his right hand in front of Dola's lips and opens his fist. His huge palm contains four different colored capsules – red, blue, yellow and green. Just like Ludo.

Dola (slurring heavily, in a tired voice): Uh Uh! Please let me sleep. I’m too tired.

Giant Stranger (in Hindi) (in a soft voice): How much more do you want to sleep, honey? You’ve been sleeping ever since you came here. It’s already eight thirty. Now, we need to get the party started.

Dola (slurring heavily, in a tired voice): Uh Uh! Please! I don’t to party anymore. My whole body is paining. I can’t it anymore.

Giant Stranger (in Hindi) (in a singsong voice): What the fuck are you saying darling? I called my boys here to have a special party with you and now you don’t want to party. It’s not fair. No, I can’t accept your request. My boys will get very angry then. I can’t let that happen. Lets do one thing. I’ve some medicines with me. Take them right now. You’ll feel better. These are magic pills. They can take away all you pain in the blink of an eye. Your body won’t hurt anymore. All your tiredness will disappear in a jiffy. You’ll feel a different kind of energy in that hot body of yours. Come on darling. Don’t waste any more time. Swallow these magic pills quickly. These will charge you up in a jiffy. Just like magic. Now, please open your mouth and let me give you these medicines.

Who knows what my dumb wife understood in her miserable state, but she slowly opens her lips. At once the unknown man drops the four capsules one by one into her open mouth, held the bottle of rum to her lips and forces her to gulp down the liquor.

The second video raised many questions in my mind. Who is this unknown mountain-like man? The way in which he was speaking to my poor wife, if I had to make a guesswork, I would say that he’s some kind of a leader of some group. But, which group? His military clothes and short haircut are pointing towards some kind of army. But, certainly not our national army. Probably something else, something private. He has a Bihari accent. Has my wife been taken to Bihar? Wherever it is, the place looked frightfully secluded. Even if someone commits a major crime in such a barren place, no one would easily notice. And, where did those seven goons go? The whole group was absent in the video. Is Dola alone in that wooden cabin? That’s what it looks like. The stranger was speaking of a band of boys. Was he talking about those seven thugs or some new ones? If I had to take a guess, I would go for the second option. Since he used the plural form, there should be many. But how many? My hot wife must have been taken to that godforsaken place to have a sex party with some kind of odious group. The way the word “special party” had been emphasized, it could be her only option. And those boys should not be expected to be gentle with her. Rather, it would not be a big surprise if they are nothing but a group of unscrupulous rapists, just like those seven thugs. And the scariest thing is that my stupid wife was given some kind of special medicine. What could that be? Were those some type of sex drugs? Most likely. If I had to assume, I got to take sex drugs into consideration, when there’s a sex party going on.

I wanted to get down to the gist of it. I minimized the cloud storage site and opened Google. I searched for “Magic Sex Pills, Ludo Color” and it showed me multiple results. I clicked on a random link. An information site got opened. It had a lot of information about multiple sex drugs with lots of images. One picture in particular caught my attention. The four colored capsules given in the picture were much similar to the drugs fed to my wife in the video. I immediately read the brief information written next to the picture.

It was written – “A reputed Chinese Viagra manufacturer has successfully combined these four colored pills together to create a extraordinary powerful sex drug and named it ‘Devil’s Sins’. The drug is specifically designed for women, who wanted to get outrageous at parties, specially the rave parties. These hard-hitting pills can make women extremely desperate for sex. A woman’s sex drive reaches such an exceptional height that she is compelled to have sex with multiple men multiple times. Even a lady becomes absolutely sex-frenzy, abandoning all her moral values and acts like a street whore. Its action starts instantly and its effects last really long. The pills should never be taken with alcohol that increases their effects tenfold. After noticing the diabolic effect of Devil’s Sins on women, the governments of many countries around the world have banned this dangerous drug.”

The information clearly tells me that the extraordinarily potent ecstasy is nothing but a dangerously hideous substance. My sexy wife was made to take the deadly aphrodisiac with alcohol. That would undoubtedly transform her voluptuous body into a virtual volcano. However, instead of getting anxious, I got surprisingly excited. You see, after all, I’m a man. On top of that, I’ve already taken six pegs of whiskey. I was badly drunk and unquestionably horny. Dola could be my wedded wife. However, in my drunken state, I saw her as nothing more than a cheap whore. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of perverted vulgarity my lascivious wife would endure at the hands of a gang of brutal rapists in the midst of an unknown deserted place after taking those goddamn pills. I closed Google and quickly went back to that cloud storage site.

[codename.love69]

[Video 3 – Duration 1 min 44 sec]


The bang has started. My voluptuous wife is lying on the bed with her legs up in the air and the mountain-like man is kneeling on the bed and fucking her with all his strength, making the bed shake violently. Luckily it is made of iron. Otherwise it would have been crushed for sure. This time too, the camera is shooting the video from the back. However, it’s clear that neither of them have any clothes on. My slut wife is screaming at the top of her voice, abusing the monstrous man with some dirty lingo, which a lady wouldn’t dare to use, unless she’s in absolute sexual frenzy. 

Dola (screaming loudly): Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck me you motherfucker! Fuck me! I’m your whore. Fuck me as much as you like, you bastard. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! God, you’re so big. So so big! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! You’re hung like a bull. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! I’ve never taken such a big dick. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! So much pleasure! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me you big bad motherfucking bull. Give me more of your big bad motherfucking bull-cock. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Give me it to me. Give me all. Fuck me hard. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Don’t stop. Make me your whore. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Giant Stranger (in Hindi) (grinding his teeth): Oh Yes! You dirty whore! Tonight you’re going to get all the cocks you want. Don’t you worry whore. I know very well how to fuck the motherfucking itch out of a hot bitch like you. Get ready to get fucked all night slut. Tonight, my boys are going to turn that cheating married pussy of yours into such a big canal that your fucking wimp husband will able to be swim in it. Not only your slut pussy, my boys will fuck your fat ass so hard that it’ll turn into a fucking tunnel. Your cocksucker husband will be able to easily put his head into your asshole and eat your shit every fucking day. Ha Ha! Ha Ha! Ha Ha!

Watching my hot wife getting brutally bangd by that monster of a man made my dick stiff and my balls ache. You see, six pegs of whiskey made me quite drunk as well as very horny. I couldn’t take it anymore. There at a godforsaken place, my drugged voluptuous wife was getting violently bangd by a sinister brute and downright enjoying it like some dirty prostitute and here at home, I was in some real agony watching her outrageous debauchery without doing anything about it. How did I let myself turn into such a big asshole? You see, in my drunken state, I was not in the mood for another long painful night and decided to enjoy myself, while watching my sexy wife’s porn flicks. Without further ado, I pulled down my pants, took my erect dick in my left hand and began to stroke it. I was having so much fun, that I entirely forgot that I was masturbating like a complete idiot, while watching my legally wedded wife’s hot videos.

[Video 4 – Duration 31 seconds]

This time, the video has been shot outdoors. Evening has fallen. However, there’s enough light outside. Today is full moon. Under a clear sky, everything is clearly visible in moonlight. The iron bed along with the dirty mattress has been shifted from the wooden cabin to the river bank. On it, my whore wife is lying naked with her legs and head hanging from the either side of the bed. Two naked strangers are fucking her mercilessly from both sides. One has his dick in her pussy and another in her mouth. Like the previous stranger, these two new fuckers are also monstrously built. Dola is being fucked at a breathtaking speed. Fortunately, both her head and butt are tightly held by the two powerfully built men. Otherwise, there would have been an accident. Someone is standing a little apart and taking the video from the side. The camera slowly moves ten steps back. My eyes rolled at the scene that was shown. On both sides of the bed, behind the two horny monsters madly fucking my slut wife, many other monstrous naked men are patiently standing in a long queue. It’s impossible to count their exact number. However, the length of two rows indicates that there must be at least twenty-five to thirty men standing on either side of the bed. 

It was crystal clear that when the current pair is done fucking my voluptuous wife, one by one all of those huge men will come and have a go at her. I just couldn’t imagine how the hell she would be able to take the whole bunch of fifty to sixty monsters. I was absolutely thrilled when I thought about the dreadful condition Dola was going to be in, after she got mercilessly fucked by all those horny men. Wow! Even those sexy thrillers on Netflix were not as exciting as these raunchy videos, whose each episode uncovers a new mystery. If my hot wife wasn’t the lead actress, I could have made a whole film out of these porn flicks. I would have surely been nominated for some awards.

The next dozen videos featured repeat telecasts of the same sex scenes as the previous one. The only difference was that two fresh monsters replaced the previous lot and the queues on both sides got thin with every passing video. The camera zoomed in and from then on remained solely focused on my whore wife, who was getting constantly fucked. The videos categorically showed the deplorable state of her voluptuous body. After they are done with my promiscuous wife, each and every monster went on to dump their loads in either her mouth or her pussy, both of which got flooded with thick semen. In the thirteenth video, those heinous brutes turned over my voluptuous wife and made her lie on the bed on her stomach. From there on, every horny bastard fucked her fat ass, which too got flooded with copious amount of thick semen. These went on for the next one and half dozen videos.

I ejaculated five times while watching my luscious wife’s racy gangbang. I had never been so excited. Not even when I was having sex with her. My balls got empty after cumming so much. I felt dead tired. I also got sloshed. I had four more pegs of whiskey, while I took several breaks in between my ejaculations. I was getting sleepy. However, I forced myself to stay awake. Just two more videos were left. There was no point in stopping when I was so close to the finish line. I had to see the “curtain falls”.

[Video 32 – Duration 48 seconds]

The camera is focusing on my voluptuous wife very closely. She is back on her back on the bed. Her whole body is covered in sticky semen. Not a space has been left empty. I couldn’t even see her face, which is out-and-out cum-coated, as if someone has just given her a thorough whitewash. Even her nostrils got closed, forcing her to breathe with an open mouth. She can’t even open her eyes. Suddenly the voice of the first monster can be heard from behind the camera.

Giant Stranger (in a commanding tone) (in Hindi): You horny motherfuckers! What did you do? You’ve drowned the bitch in your motherfucking jizz. She can’t even breathe that well. You sons of bitches, clean up your mess right now. Not a single drop of your filthy spunk should remain on her body. I want to see the whore fully clean.

Some stranger (from a distance) (in Hindi): Yes boss! As you say boss!

The camera moves back twenty steps. Fifty to sixty giant men came rushing and stood around the bed, deliberately leaving a small gap in the middle for a person to stand. Through that small opening the camera focuses on my sexy wife lying on the bed. After a few seconds, she got spattered with water from all sides. No, not water. My God! Urine! Those monstrous men are trying to clean my wife by peeing all over her cum covered body. Since her mouth is already open, quite a bit of urine enters her mouth as well and she has no choice but to swallow them.

I was totally unprepared for such kind of extreme perversion and was simply disgusted. It was nothing but diabolically demeaning. Those monsters had turned my sexy wife first into a fuck-doll, then a cum-dump and finally a piss-dump. After watching their demonic act, I thought that those seven thugs were rather good to her. They treated her at least like a whore. But these perverted monsters were treating Dola as if she’s nothing but a trash. The only saving grace might be that my hot wife was under the full influence of the strongest ecstasy I could ever know, driving her into the most alarming sexual frenzy. Despite such inhuman abuse, in every video, she was moaning like some cheap street whore. She got constantly and mercilessly fucked in all three of her holes by fifty to sixty horrible monsters. Her pussy and asshole were turned into gaping holes. She gulped down gallons of cum and got stinky piss all over her lush body. And finally, she was left with no choice but to drink their pee. Nonetheless, my whore didn’t seem to mind undergoing such extreme sexual harassment and never stop moaning for once, as if it was nothing more than some simple sex game.

It was getting really hard to stay awake. After five ejaculations, my thin body had already given up. I was feeling incredibly tired and clicked on the last video without further delay.

[Video 33 – Duration 10 seconds]

My sexy wife is lying on the iron bed on the river bank. The camera is about ten feet away from the bed. Seven or eight Alsatians are surrounding the bed and licking her whole body from all sides. Dola is constantly giggling like a little college girl, as if she is getting tickled. Her entire body is glistening in the moonlight. Could well be dog’s saliva. All of a sudden, one dog starts licking her cum filled gaping pussy. And just like that, my whore wife starts moaning again.

The final video got me really puzzled. Did my lawfully wedded wife fuck those goddamn dogs too? The last video suggested the same. However, the video is too short to be cent percent sure. Nothing could be unquestionably ascertained. And no new video got uploaded on the storage site to find out what really happened to my slut wife in the end. I finally went to bed with a truly disturbed mind. However, I was so tired that I instantly fell asleep.

I woke up late in the morning. Through the open window, the sunlight was flooding my room. I look at the wall clock and saw it was already eight o'clock. Last night I drank too much and now I had a severe headache. I checked my phone first. It notified me of a new message on my WhatsApp. I immediately read it.

+91983012**** (07:55 am): Good morning asshole! I got news for you. My militant friends just loved your sexy wife. Last night they had a blast with that bitch. I’ve already sent you some samples of it. We had a deal that said that if they gets impressed with her, they would keep Dola with them for a couple of days. How the fuck do I say it? Your slut wife was so fucking hot that my friends are completely bowled out. They extend the deal from a week to a month. But no worries. You’ll definitely get your wife back. It’ll just take some more time. So a good boy and be patient. Keep quiet and don’t go to the security officer, even by mistake. I hope you haven’t forgotten whose men we really are. We’re watching you. We know your name, address, where you work, what do you do, and fucking everything. So don’t you dare try to fuck with us. Don’t be a fool. You’re a fucking nobody. You won’t be able to do anything. Just don’t think too much of Dola and you’ll be fine. See yourself as a bachelor for a while. When your sexy wife returns, you can be married again. Don’t try anything funny. Don’t try to act smart. Don’t try to show any courage. Be a fucking coward. That’ll do you lots of good. Just remember that in this goddamn world, cowards live longer than all those brave and stupid fucks. So be very very careful. Bye!

After receiving such a terrible message full of horrible threats, my mind just got blown up. I was drenched in my own sweat. It was so awfully scary that it immediately made me forget all about my whore wife. You see, I was more concerned about my own safety. A group of dangerous goons were watching over me. That could never be a happy news. I got mad at my unfaithful wife. She got herself into some dangerous mess by cheating on me and I definitely didn’t want to get involve in her shady affairs. That wanton slut could stay wherever she likes and fuck whoever she wants. I wouldn’t care. 

Dola had already fallen into the hands of some savage militant group, who would probably turn her from my wedded wife into some degenerate harlot. If I were to try anything silly to save my promiscuous wife, no doubt, I would dig my own grave. There was absolutely no need for me to be a hero. Much safer and clever option would be to leave everything as it is. I should keep my mouth shut and try to remain busy with my work. After a month or so, my stupid wife would be back at home anyway. Then I would have plenty of time on my hands to think about how to take things forward. I decided to stay put until my wife returns home.

[codename.love69]

After about nine months:


The rascal Chhoton guaranteed me that my wife would return home within a month. However, it took another 265 days for her homecoming. Meanwhile, the whole game got dramatically changed. Just three days after Dola went missing, all her pornographic videos were leaked on the internet. Most likely, one of those seven thugs did it. My gorgeous wife’s raunchy videos were available on every porn site of the country and became overnight sensations. People from different parts of the country as well as from Siliguri watched those scandalous videos with great interest. Overnight I lost all my respect.

My slut wife’s name got whispered all over the town. For months, Dola’s porn videos became the most gossiped topic in Siliguri. Everyone wanted to have a chat with me. In my neighborhood, in my office, on the street, almost everywhere I went, men, acquaintances or strangers, would ask about my hot wife. They wholeheartedly expressed their concern and tried to show some sympathy. However, I didn’t fall for those cheap dirty tricks. I could easily see the sadistic joy in those unapologetic eyes. I always kept a cool face and tried to stay away from everyone as much as possible.

Seeing that I was becoming a mere laughing stock in the eyes of my friends, office colleagues and neighbors, I decided that it was time for me to leave Siliguri for good. I took a transfer to Kolkata. The situation here was also not so pleasant. Many people in the city had already seen my whore wife’s porn flicks. However, this huge city is so very busy that people don’t have time or energy to gossip about someone’s wife for days. Here, life moves on thick and fast.

Meanwhile, my in-laws were in dire straits. When my wife didn’t return home even after a week, my sister-in-law tried to commit suicide out of fear. But was not successful. For a week, Mala were giving various excuses to her parents for her sister’s absence. Later she lost her nerve. She too got deceived by those seven goons, who told her that they were taking Dola to Talsari to party. After three days they would drop her home. They also gave my sister-in-law ten thousand rupees to keep her mouth shut. Mala got greedy. It never occurred to her fat head that the whole thing could well be a hoax. Then when my wife’s pornographic videos got leaked on the internet, she took the drastic step out of sheer guilt. Fortunately, she survived. Since then, Mala got completely sober, gave up any kind of wrongdoing and tried really hard to stay prim and proper.

By then, however, my parents-in-law had come to know everything. My father-in-law had a cardiac arrest. Fortunately, he also survived, but completely took to the bed. My poor mother-in-law spent her days in taking care of her husband and shedding tears for her elder daughter. On her request, after I came to Calcutta, I started staying at my in-laws’ house. Since then my beautiful sister-in-law was taking good care of me. She blamed herself for my misfortune and was ready to do everything to keep me as happy as possible. Within a few days, we became very close to each other. As both of us were kind of alone in the world, we tried to support each other to survive those difficult times. My mother-in-law didn’t raise an objection. She simply assumed that her elder daughter would never come back home and wanted her younger daughter to take her place. 

I was quite pleased with the new arrangement. It wasn’t my fault my wife disappeared. Why should I dry up and die then? Mala was pretty. And just like her elder sister, she too had a luscious figure. Her attitude towards me also changed. She no longer thought of me as ugly and weak and always treated me with affection and respect. I was happy to spend the rest of my life with a reformed sister-in-law instead of a whore wife. Mala too was more than happy to live with me. However, we couldn’t get married. Without divorcing my wife officially, I couldn’t marry her sister. Then I would become a criminal in the eyes of the law and also lose my government job. I didn’t want to take any unnecessary risk. Mala was intelligent enough to understand my problem. We started happily living as unmarried couples in my in-laws’ house. We even shared the bed every night. No one ever objected.

Everything was going pretty well. Some much desired sanity in my life had returned. I was trying to make a fresh start with my new found love Mala. I was happy and at peace. Slowly but surely Dola was turning into a forgotten chapter. For the first two months after my whore wife got abducted by that dangerous militant group, I did my best to keep track of her. I used to open WhatsApp a hundred times a day, to check if that rascal Chhoton had sent me any new messages. He never did. I used to check that cloud storage site again and again to see if any new video of my sexy wife, no matter how ugly they might be, got uploaded. None did. I kept on losing a little bit of hope with every passing day and finally, after two long months of futile waiting, I accepted my fate. I realized that I was hoping in vain. My beloved wife would never come back to me. Well, for once, I was wrong.

Exactly on the 266th day of the disappearance of my whore wife, around three in the morning, a black bolero pulled up in front of my in-laws’ house. After a satisfying marathon sex session with Mala, I was standing on the balcony in front of my room on the first floor, smoking a cigarette. Since I started fucking my juicy sister-in-law, my sex appetite got quadrupled. I only got exhausted after fucking her at least thrice every night. Since, it was a Saturday night and my office would be closed on the next day,  our sex session stretched a little longer that it usually did.

I almost was done smoking the cigarette and was going to throw it out of the balcony after one last pull, when I saw a black car coming from the main road ahead and entered our lane at full speed. In blink of an eye it stopped right in front of our house. After taking a good look at the car, my eyes widened. Oh my God! It’s a black bolero. Could it be............? Before I knew it, both the front and back doors of the car opened and almost immediately two brawny brats got out of the car. Oh my God! It’s Bittu and Raghu! My breath got caught in my chest. Am I hallucinating? I got my answer in seconds. Without wasting any moment, those two strong bastards dragged my missing wife out of the car from the backseat. I was stunned to see her scandalously dreadful condition. Dola was heavily pregnant as well as heavily drugged. She had absolutely no sense. She was wearing the same pair of white short shirt and blue denim mini skirt that she had worn that damned evening when she went clubbing with her sister to celebrate her birthday. However, both were in tatters. The two thugs somehow made my pregnant intoxicated wife lie down on the road, quickly got into the car and fled off at a full speed.

I didn’t waste another second. I rushed down the stairs, opened the front door and went straight down to the street. I saw Mala running behind me. We were both staring at Dola with probably the same question in our minds. Now what? 


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[sri7869]

Nice story