08-02-2026, 07:05 AM
When I woke up in the morning, I saw that Puja was still asleep. Her phone lay beside the bed. I picked it up immediately. I knew her phone’s password, so I entered it—but it didn’t unlock. That meant she had changed it.
I gently took her hand in mine and kissed her fingers, watching carefully to make sure she didn’t wake up. Then I unlocked the phone using her fingerprint.
When I checked the messages, I saw they were from Aslam, saved under the name Aslam Ji. I didn’t read them right away—I took screenshots of everything.
After that, I linked her phone’s Google account to my own mobile and enabled call recording, so that any conversation she had would be recorded and automatically uploaded to Google Drive, allowing me to listen later.
From there, I went to the computer and began reviewing the CCTV footage. I matched the timestamps of the messages with the camera recordings so I could determine exactly what Puja was doing at the moments those chats were happening. Once I aligned the two, I began reading their conversation.
Aslam: Salaam, madam. (around 1:45)
Puja: (around 3:15) Chacha, namaste. Why did you call earlier?
Aslam: (after 2–3 minutes) I was just asking whether all the supplies had been delivered. When I tried to tell you something, you locked the door.
Puja: That… I… Chacha… I—
Aslam: It’s alright, Puja madam. I know you were bathing.
Puja: Chacha, I genuinely had no idea it was you.
Aslam: Thank God you didn’t.
Puja: What do you mean?
Aslam: Otherwise, where would one ever get to witness something so beautiful?
Puja: Chacha, I’m telling you, I didn’t know. Otherwise I would have changed clothes before coming out. I thought it was Dev.
Aslam: So you dress up like that only for the one who sees you every day? What about a poor admirer who longs even for a fleeting glimpse of you—can’t he be blessed once?
This was the moment when Puja’s hand slowly began moving between her thighs.
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Puja: Aslam Ji, what are you saying? I am nothing like what you’re imagining. You’ve misunderstood me completely.
Aslam: If such a “misunderstanding” allows me to behold a soft, supple body like yours—a beautiful, hot wife—then I am ready to live in that misunderstanding every single day, Puja ji.
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Puja: (By now, she had begun gently stroking herself) Look, you’re talking nonsense. It was just an accident—my towel slipped. And I was— (she suddenly went silent)
Aslam: And you were naked, Puja ji. It was my good fortune to witness such a scorching body. Perfect breasts, rosy nipples, soft pink flesh adorned with dark curls—ufff.
I became rock hard instantly.
There was a stark contrast between Puja’s words and her body. Her mouth protested, but her body responded eagerly. She never stopped touching herself.
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Puja: What filth are you talking? I thought you were a decent man—that’s why I gave you my number. I’ll tell my husband about this disgusting behavior and have you fired.
At that point, Puja could no longer control herself. She threw the phone aside and rushed to the bathroom, where she continued pleasuring herself for a while.
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Then, perhaps reclaiming her sense of virtue and restraint, she washed herself with cold water to calm her arousal.
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Aslam was probably terrified now. He had assumed she had intentionally exposed herself to him and that he would quickly get what he wanted. But it wasn’t that simple. His job was at risk—and worse, he feared being sent away from here entirely.
Aslam: Madam, I made a mistake. Seeing you without clothes drove me insane. I didn’t know what I was saying. Please don’t tell anyone. I won’t message you again.
Puja read the message but didn’t reply.
That explained why Aslam spoke to me so nervously that day—he was afraid Puja might tell me everything.
Aslam: (12:07 a.m.) Thank you, madam, for not telling anyone.
Aslam: (12:09 a.m.) Good night. Sweet dreams.
It was obvious that Puja had been deeply aroused by Aslam’s words. She had even started fingering herself. The only thing holding her back was hesitation—she was married, she had a husband. Yet she never told me about this. Which meant she wasn’t truly angry—she was only pretending to be. She had boundaries, yes. And all I needed to do was erase that hesitation and break those boundaries.
I was absolutely certain that once that happened, she would eagerly submit herself to Aslam.
After shutting down the computer, I returned to the bedroom and saw that Puja was awake. When I stepped outside, she was in the kitchen, freshly bathed, preparing breakfast. She wore a green saree and looked incredibly beautiful. Her mood also seemed much better than the previous day.
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Seeing her like that instantly aroused me—and at the same time, I felt proud. Despite everything, she hadn’t given herself to anyone else. She had restrained herself—for me.
I went up behind her while she was cooking, wrapped my arms around her, and began passionately sucking her shoulders and the back of her ears.
Puja: Ufff, hubby, what are you doing? I’m cooking.
Me: Mmmuahhh… Today I want you for breakfast, my love. What could possibly be more delicious than you?
Puja: Stop it—the food will burn.
Me: You didn’t give me anything last night, so I’m starving now.
Puja: Alright, fine. You’ll definitely get it tonight.
Me: No, I want it now. Who can wait till night?
Puja: Hubby, tonight you’ll get whatever you want, however you want it. Happy now?
That’s when my devilish mind woke up again. Whatever I want, however I want.
That meant today was the perfect opportunity to plan an Aslam-style roleplay. I couldn’t afford to miss such a golden chance.
Me: Fine—but you’ll have to do exactly what I say. Deal?
Puja: Yes, deal.
Me: Then do one thing—don’t bathe during the day today.
Puja: Why?!
Me: Just don’t. I’ll explain the rest later.
Puja: What does not bathing have to do with what we’ll do at night?
Me: You said you’d do whatever I asked. No questions. Just follow instructions.
Puja: Okay.
Inside, I was thrilled.
After breakfast, I left for the office and soon got busy with work.
I gently took her hand in mine and kissed her fingers, watching carefully to make sure she didn’t wake up. Then I unlocked the phone using her fingerprint.
When I checked the messages, I saw they were from Aslam, saved under the name Aslam Ji. I didn’t read them right away—I took screenshots of everything.
After that, I linked her phone’s Google account to my own mobile and enabled call recording, so that any conversation she had would be recorded and automatically uploaded to Google Drive, allowing me to listen later.
From there, I went to the computer and began reviewing the CCTV footage. I matched the timestamps of the messages with the camera recordings so I could determine exactly what Puja was doing at the moments those chats were happening. Once I aligned the two, I began reading their conversation.
Aslam: Salaam, madam. (around 1:45)
Puja: (around 3:15) Chacha, namaste. Why did you call earlier?
Aslam: (after 2–3 minutes) I was just asking whether all the supplies had been delivered. When I tried to tell you something, you locked the door.
Puja: That… I… Chacha… I—
Aslam: It’s alright, Puja madam. I know you were bathing.
Puja: Chacha, I genuinely had no idea it was you.
Aslam: Thank God you didn’t.
Puja: What do you mean?
Aslam: Otherwise, where would one ever get to witness something so beautiful?
Puja: Chacha, I’m telling you, I didn’t know. Otherwise I would have changed clothes before coming out. I thought it was Dev.
Aslam: So you dress up like that only for the one who sees you every day? What about a poor admirer who longs even for a fleeting glimpse of you—can’t he be blessed once?
This was the moment when Puja’s hand slowly began moving between her thighs.
Puja: Aslam Ji, what are you saying? I am nothing like what you’re imagining. You’ve misunderstood me completely.
Aslam: If such a “misunderstanding” allows me to behold a soft, supple body like yours—a beautiful, hot wife—then I am ready to live in that misunderstanding every single day, Puja ji.
Puja: (By now, she had begun gently stroking herself) Look, you’re talking nonsense. It was just an accident—my towel slipped. And I was— (she suddenly went silent)
Aslam: And you were naked, Puja ji. It was my good fortune to witness such a scorching body. Perfect breasts, rosy nipples, soft pink flesh adorned with dark curls—ufff.
I became rock hard instantly.
There was a stark contrast between Puja’s words and her body. Her mouth protested, but her body responded eagerly. She never stopped touching herself.
Puja: What filth are you talking? I thought you were a decent man—that’s why I gave you my number. I’ll tell my husband about this disgusting behavior and have you fired.
At that point, Puja could no longer control herself. She threw the phone aside and rushed to the bathroom, where she continued pleasuring herself for a while.
Then, perhaps reclaiming her sense of virtue and restraint, she washed herself with cold water to calm her arousal.
Aslam was probably terrified now. He had assumed she had intentionally exposed herself to him and that he would quickly get what he wanted. But it wasn’t that simple. His job was at risk—and worse, he feared being sent away from here entirely.
Aslam: Madam, I made a mistake. Seeing you without clothes drove me insane. I didn’t know what I was saying. Please don’t tell anyone. I won’t message you again.
Puja read the message but didn’t reply.
That explained why Aslam spoke to me so nervously that day—he was afraid Puja might tell me everything.
Aslam: (12:07 a.m.) Thank you, madam, for not telling anyone.
Aslam: (12:09 a.m.) Good night. Sweet dreams.
It was obvious that Puja had been deeply aroused by Aslam’s words. She had even started fingering herself. The only thing holding her back was hesitation—she was married, she had a husband. Yet she never told me about this. Which meant she wasn’t truly angry—she was only pretending to be. She had boundaries, yes. And all I needed to do was erase that hesitation and break those boundaries.
I was absolutely certain that once that happened, she would eagerly submit herself to Aslam.
After shutting down the computer, I returned to the bedroom and saw that Puja was awake. When I stepped outside, she was in the kitchen, freshly bathed, preparing breakfast. She wore a green saree and looked incredibly beautiful. Her mood also seemed much better than the previous day.
Seeing her like that instantly aroused me—and at the same time, I felt proud. Despite everything, she hadn’t given herself to anyone else. She had restrained herself—for me.
I went up behind her while she was cooking, wrapped my arms around her, and began passionately sucking her shoulders and the back of her ears.
Puja: Ufff, hubby, what are you doing? I’m cooking.
Me: Mmmuahhh… Today I want you for breakfast, my love. What could possibly be more delicious than you?
Puja: Stop it—the food will burn.
Me: You didn’t give me anything last night, so I’m starving now.
Puja: Alright, fine. You’ll definitely get it tonight.
Me: No, I want it now. Who can wait till night?
Puja: Hubby, tonight you’ll get whatever you want, however you want it. Happy now?
That’s when my devilish mind woke up again. Whatever I want, however I want.
That meant today was the perfect opportunity to plan an Aslam-style roleplay. I couldn’t afford to miss such a golden chance.
Me: Fine—but you’ll have to do exactly what I say. Deal?
Puja: Yes, deal.
Me: Then do one thing—don’t bathe during the day today.
Puja: Why?!
Me: Just don’t. I’ll explain the rest later.
Puja: What does not bathing have to do with what we’ll do at night?
Me: You said you’d do whatever I asked. No questions. Just follow instructions.
Puja: Okay.
Inside, I was thrilled.
After breakfast, I left for the office and soon got busy with work.
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