Adultery SPOILING MY WIFE FOR A PERVERT OLD WATCHMAN

[rkamini006]

nice pls continue

[dubukh]

wow, a totally readily available cuckold husband. He is judging his wife very correctly. So all the best for his plans of blowing air to make a wild-fire in her

Dialogues are super sharp and hot bro. For example "Silence often means Consent" and "She is NOT un-interested" are few of the many. Love to read more updates bro. So, please continue bro

[AK0047]

On my way back from the office that evening, I stopped by the market and finalized things with the CCTV shop. We agreed that the installation would be done on Saturday. When I reached home, Puja was sitting in the drawing room.


Me: “So… did you talk to your friend?”

Puja: “Yes. We spoke after quite a long time. She was saying we should meet, so I told her I’d come over to her place. I’ll go on Friday then.”


Me: (Barely able to hide my excitement)
“Ohhh, niceee. Then I’ll drop you there on Friday.”


It felt as if destiny itself was conspiring to bring the two of them together. Every step connected to this—everything I was planning—was falling into place effortlessly. The CCTV would be installed on Saturday. Puja would leave on Friday. It was almost poetic, as if two lovers—Aslam’s desire and my wife’s body—were destined to move closer, and I was merely the instrument reducing the distance between them.


After dinner, we went out for a walk. Aslam Chacha was standing at the gate.

Me:
“Namaste, Aslam Chacha. You weren’t around yesterday evening.”

Aslam:
“Yes, saab, I had stepped out for some work.”

Neither of them looked at each other. Puja was keeping her distance as well. I knew exactly why—the aftertaste of yesterday’s conversation still lingered. Breaking the silence, I said—

Me:
“Aslam Chacha, Memsaab feels completely alone here when I leave for office. She doesn’t have any friends here either. Don’t they organize any get-togethers in this society?”

Aslam:
“They used to, saab, but after Corona it stopped. But if Memsaab stays this shy, how will she make any friends?”
(He said this while looking straight at Puja.)
“Memsaab will have to open up a little.”

My body reacted instantly. Right in front of me, he was throwing double-meaning lines at my wife. If he could say this much in front of me, what would he do when I wasn’t around? But I wasn’t going to back down.

Me:
“Then Chacha, you should help her open up. There’s no one else here anyway. At least she can talk to you.”

Aslam:
“That depends on Memsaab letting herself open up. When did I ever refuse?”

I looked at Puja. Her face had turned completely red with embarrassment. After yesterday’s exchange, she knew exactly what Aslam Chacha meant. I knew it too—but I deliberately pretended otherwise.

Me:
“Yes, Puja, listen to Aslam Chacha. Who else is here for you to befriend anyway? This way, you won’t feel so lonely either.”

Puja didn’t say a word. She stood there with her face lowered. Aslam, on the other hand, watched her with a shameless grin. Then we walked back home.


That night, we had intense sex. Just that conversation alone had heated me up completely. Maybe she was just as aroused. Along with me, she was moving aggressively too, matching my rhythm.

That night, we were so wild that we fell asleep naked.

On Friday, I dropped Puja off at her friend’s place. It wasn’t like I had anything else to do. 

For Saturday, I called the CCTV installer. I had already instructed him not to discuss anything at the entrance—no explanations, no small talk. I didn’t want Puja or Aslam—or anyone else—to have even the slightest hint that cameras were being installed.


He came and installed the cameras: one outside the house entrance, one inside the entrance, one in the bedroom, one in the drawing room, one in the kitchen, and one in the bathroom. 

Each camera had an attached microphone—I didn’t want to miss a single conversation. Everything was connected to my desktop. I password-protected it so Puja wouldn’t be able to access it.


The only limitation was that I couldn’t watch anything live. I could only review the footage at night after coming home. But at least I would be able to see everything.


Just thinking about it sent electricity coursing through me. As each camera was installed, my mind filled in the blanks—imagining what would happen there, in that space, in that position. Imagining Puja and Aslam… imagining her body reacting to his presence…

Puja Sucking Aslam's Big Dick 




Aslam Fucking her inside the bathroom 


 
Inside Kitchen:

Puja enjoying Aslam's Cock while cooking food for me 





All these thoughts were swirling through my mind, and I was getting intensely excited. In that moment, all I could hear in my head was Puja’s moaning—the imagined rhythm, the thap-thap-thap sound of Aslam’s body colliding with Puja’s.



Almost unconsciously, my hand moved to my body, and I began stroking myself hard. Within seconds, I released an overwhelming amount.


You may have noticed that once a man finishes, his desire momentarily subsides. The same happened with me. As the heat faded, doubt crept in. What if I was doing something terribly wrong? What if letting my wife be with another man ended up becoming a permanent habit for her? What if she grew accustomed to him? What if she stopped wanting me altogether? These two opposing fears kept circling my mind.

But more than anything, I needed to understand what was going on inside Puja’s head. Did she truly want to give herself to Aslam? Did she want to tear herself open for another man—or did she still want to remain loyal as a married woman? I knew she was enjoying the teasing, the attention. But would she actually go that far? Could she betray her husband? Could she truly give herself to another man? There were still many veils left to be lifted.


Everything was ready. Every part of my plan had been executed. Only one step remained. And that step could only be taken if Puja herself chose to move forward. She could do that only once her shyness dissolved completely. To remove that shyness, I would have to open her up—open her so much that moving forward would no longer feel wrong or uncomfortable to her.


The next day, I brought Puja back from her friend’s place. It was Sunday, so there was no office. I spent the entire day thinking about what I could do to make Puja more open. I searched extensively online for ways to help a wife open up sexually. Many suggestions pointed toward roleplay as the best method—gradually easing a woman into imagining intimacy with another man.


The idea appealed to me. I thought, why not try it? But I was also afraid. What if I told Puja to imagine sex with someone else during intimacy, and she flatly refused? What if she realized that her husband was thinking about her being with another man? Everything could collapse instantly.


So I had to move carefully—slowly—so that nothing felt strange or forced to her. She had to agree naturally. But how?


All day, I kept wondering how to even begin the conversation. What if I was wrong? What if I had misunderstood everything? What if she didn’t enjoy any of this at all? If that were true, her respect for me would shatter. So I knew one thing for certain: I had to proceed gently. No pushing. No pressure. Just slow, careful steps forward.

[AK0047]

We had dinner late that night since it was Sunday. After eating, we were sitting together casually.

Me:
“Jaan, are you happy with this life?”

Puja:
“What do you mean?”

Me:
“I mean, I brought you so far away from your family. I go to the office, meet colleagues. But you stay alone in the house the whole day. You don’t even have any friends here. You are happy, right?”

Puja:
“My happiness is in you. Spending time with you is the best time for me. So why wouldn’t I be happy? You’re worrying for no reason.”

Me:
“And… our sex life?”

Puja:
“Our sex life?”

Me:
“Is our sex life interesting?”

Puja:
“I enjoy it a lot. When I’ve got such a loving husband, what more could I ask for?”

Inside my head, I kept thinking—she respected me so much. Should I even bring this up? What if she got angry hearing all this? Still, at that moment, desire overpowered everything. No matter what happened, I had to move the conversation forward.

Me:
“But the same kind of sex every day… don’t you ever get bored?”

Puja:
“Bored?! What do you mean bored? Do you get bored?”

Me:
“That’s not what I meant. I enjoy it a lot too. But we could try something interesting—something different, something new that could make it even more fun.”

Puja:
“Like what?”

Me:
“Anything that’s a little different from normal sex.”

Puja:
“So what, should we do abnormal sex?” hehe

Me:
“No. These days people try different kinds of things to make their sex life more interesting.”

Puja:
“Like what?”

Me:
“Roleplay. A lot of couples like that these days.”

Puja:
“Roleplay? What’s that?”

I couldn’t believe she didn’t even know this. My wife was so innocent—or maybe she was just pretending. Only God knew.

Me:
“In that, couples play different roles—different characters like a doctor, driver, watchman, etc.”

Puja:
“Okay… so what would I become?”

Me:
“No, that’s not how it works. Only one person plays the character, and the other stays as themselves.”

Puja:
“What do you mean?”

Me:
“I mean if I play a character—like I become a doctor or a watchman—and you remain Puja.”

Puja:
“N-no! I can’t do that. How can I have sex with someone else like that? That’s wrong. If we do it, both of us should change characters.”

Me:
“You’re not actually having sex with someone else. It would still be me. I’d just be playing a character.”

Puja:
“No… I can’t do it. No matter what, I’d still have to imagine someone else. I’m not doing it.”

I panicked. If this failed, my entire plan would collapse.

Me:
“Yes, but it would just be like a story. Like in movies—the heroine might be married in real life, but in the movie she romances someone else. What’s wrong in that? She isn’t actually cheating on her husband in real life.”

Puja:
(She stayed silent for a moment, probably thinking)
“Alright… fine. If you’re saying it, we can try. So which character will you play?”

My happiness knew no bounds. The moment she agreed, my body reacted instantly. This was it. She was ready. I just had to keep moving forward slowly. One day, this roleplay would turn into real play.

Me:
“Jaan, you tell me. Which character do you like? We’ll do that one.”

(Inside, I desperately wanted her to say ‘watchman’.)

Puja:
“How would I know? You’re the one becoming the character. Be whatever you want.”

Me:
“Alright, I’ll give options—doctor, driver, or watchman.”

Puja:
“I’m not choosing. Be whatever you want.”

(I decided not to force it. I wanted the watchman role badly. If she picked something else, my entire planning would fail.)
Me:
“Okay… should we do the watchman one?”

Puja:
“Yes, alright. But I don’t know what to do or how this works. I’ll just do whatever you tell me.”

Me:
“Okay jaan. But what will the watchman’s name be?”

Puja:
“What do you mean what name? A watchman is just a watchman. Why does he need a name?”

Me:
“Still, if he has a name it’ll be easier during the conversation.”

Puja:
“Then keep it Dev. It’ll be easier for you.”

Me:
“No… then it won’t feel like a watchman.”

Puja:
“Then what?”

Me:
“Let’s give him a proper watchman-type name.”

Puja:
“What kind of name is a watchman name?”

Me:
“We could pick one from the 2–3 watchmen we have here.”

Puja:
“How would we know their names!”

Me:
“We know one.”

She suddenly fell silent. A deep blush spread across her face from sheer embarrassment. Lowering her gaze, without looking up—

Puja:
“No…”

Me:
“What happened?”

Puja:
“I… I can’t do that. There are so many names in the world—why that one?”

Me:
“So what’s the problem? It’s not like we’re actually doing it.”

Puja:
“I can’t.”

(There was a clear edge of irritation in her voice.)

Me:
“But baby, what’s the problem? It’s just a name.”

Puja:
“I can’t do it. We see him every day, we talk to him. It will become very awkward. I won’t be able to face him when the thought comes to my mind that with this character I…”

(Then she became quite.)

Puja’s facial expression changed completely. She looked deeply embarrassed. But I didn’t want to ruin everything by forcing the situation. There was no urgency to push it all in one day—trying to do everything at once would only end in disaster. So I decided to move forward slowly and carefully.


Still, I knew one thing for sure: I didn’t want to do the watchman roleplay without Aslam Chacha being the reference. If I did a generic watchman roleplay now, then later—when Puja became more open—and I suggested the Aslam version, she would grow suspicious. She would wonder why I kept insisting on the watchman role again and again.

Me:
“Alright, fine jaan. We won’t do it. Happy now?”

Puja:
“Hubby… I don’t have a problem with roleplay, not even with the watchman one. I just don’t want to use that name.”

Me:
“Okay, my love. We won’t do it. Not even the watchman one. Let’s do the doctor one today.”

Slowly, a smile returned to Puja’s face. She began to relax and return to normal. Only then did I feel my own breath come back. Thank God—I had managed to handle it without breaking everything.

We started the doctor roleplay. But when, during foreplay, I slipped my hand under Puja’s dress and touched her underwear, I was shocked.

She was already wet.

She had become aroused even before the roleplay had truly begun.


What had triggered this so strongly? Was it the earlier discussion about the watchman roleplay? Had the mention of Aslam excited her? Was her body reacting differently from what her words expressed? Was she, deep down, excited about the Aslam version but held back by her self-respect and moral boundary?


So many questions flooded my mind.
And at that moment, I made up my mind—no matter what, I had to open Puja up completely.


That night, we had intense sex. She enjoyed the roleplay deeply. She climaxed far more times than usual. Inside my head, I kept thinking—if the doctor roleplay alone could affect her this much, then how powerful would the Aslam roleplay be? And if she ever actually slept with Aslam in reality… how far would she go then?

[Sunain]

Super story I just read it very nice please continue

[Nobita]

Very good story ....can you tell me how to add gifs ?

[dubukh]

He is taking very very careful, but effective steps to bring WILD-FIRE inside his wife's pussy. That camera fitment idea was great. The brain he spent to open her up with the wonderful role-play idea was enormous

Dialogues are super hot as well and as expected she was leaking like anything even before role-play open in full swing. It would have been better if we knew whatever he talked during the first role-play. I am sure the next role-play will be with Watchman character (may or may NOT be with name of Chacha - most probably without that name) and it will do lots and lots of wonders to her lovely pussy for sure. Bro, please give the FULL dialogues during the next Watchman role-play, pretty please

Story is going super great. Please continue bro

[AK0047]

After such an intense night, it was natural for Puja to wake up late. I woke up first and freshened up. 

When Puja finally got up, there was an extraordinary glow on her face, and her shy smile made it even more radiant. 

After last night’s intimacy, she had slept nude. My eyes drifted to her delicate body—she was still wet. Because of the moisture, her softness looked almost shiny.

Puja was still wet. That meant she must have had a wet dream during the night. Who had come into her dreams and taken her so deeply that she was still leaking? 

My body reacted instantly. I lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms, kissing her passionately. She was warm, and she responded eagerly, sucking my lips with intensity.

I moved my hand down and touched her wet pussy, then brought my fingers up and inhaled the scent left on them. The fragrance was intoxicating. 

Just thinking about whose name that moisture carried sent a rush through me. She became visibly shy again, her face turning red with embarrassment. 

I got up and started getting ready. Without even bathing, Puja prepared breakfast for me. I finished eating.

As I was about to leave, Puja handed me a list.

Puja:

“Hubby, we’ve run out of groceries. Bring these things while coming back.”

Me:

“Why later? I’ll go get them right now. We might need them during the day.”

Puja:

“No, not now. I’m about to go take a bath.”

Me:

“You go ahead and bathe. I’ll bring the stuff and drop it off.”

Puja:

“But if I’m bathing, how will I open the door? I’ll have to get dressed first.”

Me:

“Why get dressed? Just come in a towel. You can come in front of me in a towel, right?”

Puja:

“I can… but what if someone else shows up?”

A mischievous thought crossed my mind. I had been looking for a way to make Puja open up, and unknowingly, she had given me the perfect opportunity. There couldn’t have been a better moment to bring Aslam in front of her.

Me:

“Who’s going to come here? I’ll just go and be back in no time.”

Puja:

“If you go now, then I’ll wait. I’ll bathe after you bring the groceries.”

Me:

“No, you go ahead. You’re already late for your bath. I might get delayed too. By then, you’ll probably be done.”

Puja:

“Okay, hubby.”

I left, smiling to myself. But then it struck me—this wasn’t Aslam’s duty timing. So what now? When I reached the gate, someone else was there.

Me:

“Is your duty in the morning?”

Watchman:

“Yes, saab.”

Me:

“Is Aslam chacha not around?”

Watchman:

“He is, saab. He’s upstairs. Did you need something?”

Me:

“Yes, it would be good if you could call him. By the way, what’s your name?”

Watchman:

“Saab, my name is Sakib. I’ll go call him right away.”

It would take at least ten minutes for him to go and bring Aslam. I quickly bought the groceries. By the time I returned to the gate, Aslam was already there.

Aslam:

“Salam, saab. You called me. What did you need?”

Me:

“Oh Aslam, I’m new here, so I don’t know much. Which is a good designer dress shop around here?”

Aslam:

“Yes, saab. There’s Qadir bhai’s shop in the market. You’ll get great dresses there. His shop is very famous for lehengas.”

Me:

“Thanks, Aslam. That really helps.”

Aslam:

“But saab, why the dress? Is it for Memsaab?”

Me:

“Yes, her birthday is coming up. Oh right, I almost forgot while talking—these groceries need to be delivered home. I’m getting late for the office too. Can you drop them off?”

Calling someone down from the top floor just to ask about a dress would normally annoy anyone. But instead of irritation, his expression changed into something else—happiness. There was a strange excitement on his face, as if he had just been handed something precious.

Aslam:

“Yes, saab, of course. Why should you take the trouble? I’ll deliver them.”

He took the groceries from my hands himself, as if making sure I wouldn’t change my mind. Then he walked straight toward my flat. I headed to the office.

My body was fully aroused. The thought that Aslam would see Puja wrapped only in a towel made me hard to the extreme. At the office, I walked to my cabin holding my bag in front of me so no one would notice. The tension wouldn’t subside.

All day, my mind kept replaying one thought—what must Aslam’s reaction have been when he saw Puja in a towel? Puja had already gotten wet just from the previous roleplay discussion; today, it must have been a flood. And Aslam—his body must have reacted instantly too. How much pleasure must he have taken later, thinking of Puja?

The curiosity became unbearable. I couldn’t focus on work. Around 1:30, I called Puja. The phone rang, but she didn’t pick up. My heartbeat accelerated.

Had Aslam already taken control of her?

Were they on the bed right now—Aslam thrusting into her relentlessly?

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[AK0047]

These thoughts made me so painfully aroused that it actually started to hurt. I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself, imagining Aslam inside Puja, his body merging with hers. When I returned to my cabin, a strange unease crept into my mind. 

What if, at that very moment, my wife was actually being taken by another man? What if she was wrapping her lips around his dark length—the same lips I kissed every day? What if that body, marked with my name’s sindoor, was now responding to someone else, giving itself over completely?

Driven by this anxiety, I called her again. Still no response. Restless and distracted, I kept pacing around the office. My mind was nowhere near my work. Finally, around three o’clock, Puja called back. I answered immediately.

Me:
“Where were you? Why weren’t you picking up my calls?”

Puja:
“Oh come on, what happened! You know my nap time is from 1 to 3. I was sleeping.”

I had become so consumed by the imagined encounter between them that I hadn’t even considered she might simply be asleep.

Me:
“Oh… when you didn’t pick up, I started getting worried.”

Puja:
“Alright, tell me this—why did you call?”

Me:
“Why, can’t I call my own wife?”

Puja:
“You can, but at such an odd time?”

Me:
“Yeah… I had sent the groceries. Everything you asked for is there, right?”

Puja (slightly annoyed):
“Yes, but when you were going to come yourself, why did you send it through someone else?”

My body reacted instantly.

Me:
“Why, what happened? You hadn’t finished bathing yet?”

I held my breath, waiting desperately for her reply. After a brief pause, she answered—

Puja:
“Thank God I had already finished bathing and changed. If I had listened to you, who knows what would have happened.”

All the tension drained out of me at once. Everything I had planned—every fantasy—collapsed. My mood sank. I had done so much to bring them closer, and yet nothing had happened. We spoke briefly after that, and I hung up. The rest of the day passed in a dull haze.


When I finally returned home, Puja was sitting in the drawing room. She was wearing a saree, with light makeup. She looked beautiful—soft, elegant, and undeniably sexy.



I leaned in and kissed her. But unlike usual, she didn’t smile. It felt as if something was weighing on her mind.
I didn’t dwell on it much. We had dinner together. After dinner, as usual, I got ready for our evening walk—but Puja didn’t.


Me:
“Aren’t you getting ready? We have to go for a walk… or are you planning to go just like this in your night suit today?”

Puja:
“Hubby, you go today. I’m not feeling very well. I won’t come.”

Me:
“Jaan, what happened? Let’s go to the doctor.”

Puja:
“No, it’s nothing serious. I’ll feel better after some rest.”

Not wanting to force her, I agreed and left alone.
When I reached the gate, Aslam chacha was there.

Me:
“Good evening, chacha.”

Aslam:
“Salam, saab.”

He seemed nervous—almost as if he was trying to avoid me.

Me:
“Chacha, can you give me Qadir bhai’s number? I wanted to speak before going to the shop.”

Aslam:
“Yes, saab. Here you go.”

Today, he wasn’t smiling or chatting the way he usually did.

Me:
“And chacha, if you hadn’t been there today, I would’ve been fined at the office for being late. Good thing you were around—you delivered the groceries.”

He looked momentarily confused, as if something didn’t add up.

Aslam:
“Saab… Memsaab didn’t come.”

Me:
“Yes, she’s not feeling well. She’s resting. I’m alone today.”

Slowly, I noticed his expression change. He began to relax—as if some fear had just been lifted.

Aslam:
“Saab, tell Memsaab to take care of herself. She’s very delicate.”
(He added a faint, almost sly smile.)

Something felt off. He had been tense there, tense here—and then suddenly relaxed. What was going on? Had something happened after all? But Puja had said she was already done bathing. Was she lying? No… why would my wife lie to me?
Yet everything pointed toward something being wrong.


Had she started hiding things from me?


The thought alone was enough to make my body react again. I finished my walk and headed back home, my mind tangled in doubt and desire.

[AK0047]

He is taking very very careful, but effective steps to bring WILD-FIRE inside his wife's pussy. That camera fitment idea was great. The brain he spent to open her up with the wonderful role-play idea was enormous

Dialogues are super hot as well and as expected she was leaking like anything even before role-play open in full swing. It would have been better if we knew whatever he talked during the first role-play. I am sure the next role-play will be with Watchman character (may or may NOT be with name of Chacha - most probably without that name) and it will do lots and lots of wonders to her lovely pussy for sure. Bro, please give the FULL dialogues during the next Watchman role-play, pretty please

Story is going super great. Please continue bro

Thank You 

[AK0047]

Very good story ....can you tell me how to add gifs ?

Thanks for the appreciation 

You can find here about how to add GIFs
https://xossipy.com/thread-791.html

[AK0047]

Hey Guys 

I've posted two consecutive updates 
Now I'm going to have a break for few days 

Will be back on Monday/Tuesday 

[srider69]

Wonderful....poojaa....aslam ki r@nD

[Sunain]

Super update

[exbiixossip2]

story start ki or phir one week ka break ye to na insafi hai mere dost..

next update come fast with hot pics and gifs.

[exbiixossip2]

[exbiixossip2]

next update brother.

[AK0047]

Can you please teach me how to generate these type of AI images

[sahebraopawar]

Please update bro

[Sunain]

Please give regular updates brother