Misc. Erotica Indian wife plays with construction workers (how it should have ended)

[koolmaan]

WHAT IF….. (ep3)
 
The very next day. Rasul calls up Bhola.
 
Rasul: hello, Bhola.
 
Bhola: Yes. Tell me.
 
Rasul: I am Rasul. You had dropped me from hazrat station.
 
Bhola: oh yes.
 
Rasul: the thing is that , my friend from village wants to have a look around delhi today itself.
 
Bhola : yes , I can do that.
 
Rasul: ok, then 3 o’clock is suitable for him, I will send you location.
 
Bhola: Sure, Sure. 3 o’clock is perfect, ok.
 
Rasul orders his wife, not to make any tiffin and sets off to work in a hurry.
 
 
It is Half past two, Rasul calls up Bhola.
 
Bhola: Yes Rasul Bhai.
 
Rasul: I am waiting at the location I sent.
 
Bhola: it will take me another 15 minutes.
 
Rasul waits for him.
 
Bhola arrives a little late.
 
Bhola: Sorry Rasul bhai. Traffic was heavy at this road.
 
Rasul: its ok. Lets go.
 
Rasul sits in the back seat , bhola starts the car and they head off .
 
Bhola is driving around the locales but Rasul wasn’t even a tiny bit interested in those things. He had seen them all, he now was looking for the right time to confront Bhola. After about an hour Rasul confronts Bhola.
 
Rasul: so Bhola, lets go to Nayyar colony.
 
Bhola: why!!! that is 25kms that way. And what are you going to see there.
 
Rasul: I know you are lying Bhola. You know about the madam.
 
Bhola: which madam?. I don’t know any madam.
 
Rasul:  I remembered you from that last night’s post on whatsapp status.
 
Bhola swallows his heart. He knows he can’t weasel himself out of here now.
 
Rasul: you know which madam I am talking about. And when I said madam you got jittery and sweated. I know you have seen her here or met her.
 
Bhola: ok. Ok . I met her husband. I drove him and his friends from airport to hotel room. That’s all.
 
Rasul: how do you know it was him.
 
Bhola: I saw his mobile wallpaper , you know the one that pops up when a call comes. She was on on that caller wallpaper . I don’t know much.
 
Rasul: you must have his number. Where did you drop him.
 
Bhola: I dropped him at the hotel . that’s all.
 
Rasul: give me his number.
 
Bhola: but that was months ago. It might have gotten deleted.
 
Rasul: just unlock your phone and give it to me.
 
Bhola unlocks his phone and gives it to Rasul. Rasul goes on about surfing through whatsapp contact list. Considering the idiot that Bhola is, he might not have saved his number. Rasul comes across numerous unnamed contacts.
 
Bhola: It might not be there, I have wife and kids. Why do you think I want that memsaab’s number? You can search all you want, you area trying to find a contact from 8 or 9 months ago. Its not possible. Maybe got deleted.
 
Rasul: shut up Bhola, let me do my work. I won’t bother after this.
 
Bhola: you too have gotten married, have kids. why are you chasing ghosts. Maybe they settled in different city,
 
Rasul: Bhola!!! Shut UP.
 
After surfing through hundreds of contacts, Rasul stumbles upon Tarun’s number. A smile lits up on his face as he sees Tarun and Purva in the dp. He immediately saves that number in his phone. And looks at Bhola’s chat with Tarun. There is nothing there. He opens up the dp pic and shows it to Bhola.
 
Bhola: I promise , I did not know it was saved.
 
Rasul: you dumbass. You did not save it. It could have been lost forever. I couldn’t have found out about memsaab. Her take your phone and drive me home.
 
Bhola: but even if you do have his number. Very difficult to trace one woman in delhi. You may find her after 20 years.
 
Rasul: shut up. Well , now that I have you. You can drive me around the city to find Purva memsaab.
 
Bhola: ( bursting into a laugh) if you pay me to drive around looking for this high class memsaab, be my guest.
 
Rasul: now, if you do help me find her, I want you to shut your mouth about it. I do not want anyone else to know. You know what happened last time, when every guy on site knew about her. Oh yeah, I remember, you almost got hacked to death by my uncle.
 
Bhola: that psychotic guy was your uncle!!. Now I wonder why I got to bone the lovely memsaab and you didn’t . HA ha ha ha .
 
Rasul: Shut up. If it wasn’t for you. I too would have boned her to my hearts content. On that note, you costed me my first boning. I am not paying you a penny.
 
Bhola: I have mouths to feed. I am not at all interested to fuck that memsaab again, I just want to get paid.
 
Rasul: shut up. Even I have mouths to feed. its not like  you will starve in a by just letting me ride for free. Besides I haven't even travelled that much. For all that matters, you will be just 400rs short today. a sly motherfucker like yourself can earn that in an hour.
 
Bhola: I should not have picked you up. For old times sake. I will let this pass. But next time , I won’t do it for free. Find someone else to go this crazy goose chase.
 
Rasul: you sure. All for me then.
 
Rasul shows Bhola the dp pic.
 
Bhola: nice. 7 years later and she is barely changed.
 
Rasul: eyes on the road , you dumb fuck.
 
Bhola looks ahead and drives along. They arrive to Rasul’s house. As Rasul said , he won’t be paying him anything. Bhola leaves the place with a sad face.
 
Rasul: ok. Bye bhola. We will meet again.

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