25-12-2023, 07:50 PM
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?
-- The End --
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?
-- The End --
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