25-12-2023, 07:46 PM
+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.
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.
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