Misc. Erotica Kaisi Ye Aaag...Ajeeb Sa Daag (English Version)

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I wasn't entirely convinced that what Pooja had told me was true. So why was she smiling?

So I made up a plan...I had bought a voice recorder long ago but it never came to use....it was a small one which can be hidden easily anywhere......now it was going to be my weapon to listen to conversation of my lovely wife Puja and Aslam Chacha

Next morning I went up early I put that recorder into Puja's purse....I knew she was going out today because she has an appointment in the Beauty Parlour.....so there was a chance of convo if she meet Aslam Chacha...

Then as a routine I went to office....but my mind was thinking about Puja and Aslam only....Did they meet...? Did they have convo...? Was the recorder successful to record their discussion...?......and much more 

Somehow I spent my day thinking of all this and went straight to home after the office hours


When I reached home Puja was cooking food....generally by this time the food used to be ready before I came home, but today she was late....

Puja had just returned from the parlour she was looking damn hot today....


Me :- woooww Jaan. Bahuttt khubsoorat lag rahi ho. Man kar raha abhi apne baho mein leke body ke har jaga kiss karta jaun.

Puja :- rehne dein. Nai to aaj bhookha rahna padega

Me :- per aaj itna late kyu. Ab tak to dinner ban jata hain na...?

Puja :- Han wo parlour se aate wakt late hogaya.....bas 10 minutes me ready ho jayega tabtak tum fresh ho jao


I was only thinking about Did she meet Aslam or not....I went into bedroom and started searching for the purse in which I had installed the recorder.....I was eager to listen the recording 

But I thought this is not the right time for that....I decided to listen it in the night after Puja sleeps

We had dinner together and today Puja herself asked to Go for the walk....we went down but today there was no Aslam Chacha

We crossed the society gate and Puja started looking here and there like she was searching for someone 


Me :- kya hua. Kisiko dhund rahi ho kya?

Puja :- mein kyu kisiko dhundungi.per aaj gate ke pas koi watchman dikhayi nai deraha.

Me in my Mind....Any watchman or Aslam Chacha especially..



Me :- Han aapke Aslam chacha bhi to nai dikhai der ahe.

Puja :- kya matlab mere chacha. Mein bas aise hi bol rahi thi ki koi nai hai. Koi chori hua society mein to.

I was thinking in my mind whether she is worried about the thief or because of the absence of Aslam Chacha. 

We walked for some time and came back home....I was eagerly waiting to listen the recording....we didn't had sex cause I wanted Puja to sleep early so I can listen the recording 

My plan worked and Puja went to sleep within next few minutes 

After sometime I took out the recorder I went to living room with my earbuds 

I played the recording..... started skipping/forwarding the unnecessary conversation in the parlour or noises in the city...I was not interested in all that....after forwarding for several minutes I heard some familiar masculine voice it was Aslam Chacha 


Aslam :- Salam memsahab. Aaj fir se bahar gaye the.. Mashaaa a*****h