10-12-2023, 05:05 PM
+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.
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.
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