03-02-2026, 01:47 PM
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We had dinner late that night since it was Sunday. After eating, we were sitting together casually.
Me:
“Jaan, tum is life se khush ho?”
Puja:
“Kya matlab aapka?”
Me:
“Matlab, main tumhein tumhari family se itni door le aaya. Main to office jaata hoon, colleagues se milta hoon. Par tum poora din ghar mein akeli rehti ho. Koi dost bhi nahi. Tum khush ho na?”
Puja:
“Meri khushi aap mein hai. Aapke saath time spend karna hi mere liye sabse best time hota hai. Phir main khush kyun nahi rahungi? Aap faltu mein tension le rahe ho.”
Me:
“Aur sex… life se?”
Puja:
“Sex life se?”
Me:
“Hamara sex life interesting hai?”
Puja:
“Main bahut zyada enjoy karti hoon. Itna pyaar karne wala husband mila hai, to aur kya chahiye mujhe?”
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:
“Par wahi roz same type ka sex… tum bore nahi ho jaati?”
Puja:
“Bore?! Kya matlab bore? Aap bore ho jaate ho kya?”
Me:
“Mera matlab woh nahi tha. Main bhi sex bahut enjoy karta hoon. Par hum kuch interesting kar sakte hain—kuch alag, kuch naya, jo aur mazedaar ho.”
Puja:
“Jaise ki?”
Me:
“Kuch bhi jo normal sex se thoda different ho.”
Puja:
“To kya abnormal sex karein?” hehe
Me:
“Nahi. Aajkal log different type ke sex karte hain jo sex ko aur interesting bana dete hain.”
Puja:
“Jaise ki?”
Me:
“Roleplay. Aajkal bahut saare couples ye pasand karte hain.”
Puja:
“Roleplay? Wo kya hota hai?”
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:
“Usmein couples different types ke roles play karte hain—different characters jaise doctor, driver, watchman, etc.”
Puja:
“Haan, to phir main kya banungi?”
Me:
“Nahi, aisa nahi hota. Ek hi character play karta hai, aur doosra original hi rehta hai.”
Puja:
“Matlab?”
Me:
“Matlab agar main character play karoon—jaise main doctor ya watchman banoon—aur tum Puja hi raho.”
Puja:
“Ggg… nahi! Mujhe nahi karna. Aise kaise main kisi aur ke saath sex karoon? Ye galat baat hai. Karna hai to dono ka character change hona chahiye.”
Me:
“Tum real mein kisi aur ke saath sex thodi kar rahi ho. Sex to main hi karunga. Bas ek character play kar raha hoon.”
Puja:
“Nahi… mujhse nahi hoga. Jo bhi ho, kisi aur ko imagine karna to padega na. Main nahi kar rahi.”
I panicked. If this failed, my entire plan would collapse.
Me:
“Haan, par ye bas ek story jaisa hoga. Jaise movies mein hota hai—heroine real life mein married hoti hai, phir bhi movie mein kisi aur se romance karti hai. Usmein bura kya hai? Wo thodi na real life mein apne husband ko cheat kar rahi hoti hai.”
Puja:
(She was silent for a moment, likely she was thinking something)
“Achha… theek hai. Tum keh rahe ho to kar lete hain. To kaunsa character play karoge?”
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, tum batao. Tumhein kaunsa character pasand hai? Wahi karte hain.”
(Inside, I desperately wanted her to say ‘watchman’.)
Puja:
“Mujhe kya pata. Banna to aapko hai. Aap jo banna chaho, ban jao.”
Me:
“Achha, main options deta hoon—doctor, driver, ya watchman.”
Puja:
“Main choose nahi kar rahi. Aap jo banna chaho, ban lo.”
(I decided not to force it. I wanted the watchman role badly. If she picked something else, my entire planning would fail.)
Me:
“Achha… watchman wala karein?”
Puja:
“Haan, theek hai. Par mujhe kuch nahi pata kya karna hai, kya nahi. Aap jaise bataoge, main waise hi karungi.”
Me:
“Okay jaan. Par watchman ka naam kya hoga?”
Puja:
“Kya matlab naam kya hoga? Watchman watchman hi hoga. Naam ki kya zarurat?”
Me:
“Phir bhi, koi naam ho to conversation mein asaani hogi na.”
Puja:
“To Dev hi rakh lo. Aapko easy hoga.”
Me:
“Nahi… phir watchman wali feel nahi aayegi.”
Puja:
“To phir?”
Me:
“Aisa karte hain, koi proper watchman wala naam rakhte hain.”
Puja:
“Watchman wala naam kaisa hota hai?”
Me:
“Hamara yahan jo 2–3 watchman hain, unmein se koi rakh lete hain.”
Puja:
“Humein kaunsa naam pata hai unka!”
Me:
“Ek to pata hai.”
She fell completely silent. A deep blush spread across her face, born of sheer embarrassment. She lowered her gaze, and without looking up—
Puja:
“Nahi…”
Me:
“Kya hua?”
Puja:
“Wo… main nahi kar sakti. Duniya mein itne naam hain, wahi naam kyun?”
Me:
“Haan, to problem kya hai? Humein real mein thodi karna hai.”
Puja:
“Mujhe nahi karna.”
(There was a clear edge of irritation in her voice.)
Me:
“Par baby, problem kya hai? Bas naam hi to hai.”
Puja:
“Main nahi kar sakti. Hum unse roz milte hain, baat karte hain. Bahut awkward ho jaayega. Main face nahi kar paungi jab mere dimaag mein aayega ki main is character ke saath…”
(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:
“Achha, theek hai jaan. Hum nahi kar rahe. Ab khush?”
Puja:
“Hubby… mujhe roleplay karne mein koi problem nahi hai, na hi watchman wala karne mein. Bas wo naam use nahi karna.”
Me:
“Okay meri jaan. Hum nahi kar rahe. Watchman wala bhi nahi. Aaj doctor wala karte hain.”
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?
Me:
“Jaan, tum is life se khush ho?”
Puja:
“Kya matlab aapka?”
Me:
“Matlab, main tumhein tumhari family se itni door le aaya. Main to office jaata hoon, colleagues se milta hoon. Par tum poora din ghar mein akeli rehti ho. Koi dost bhi nahi. Tum khush ho na?”
Puja:
“Meri khushi aap mein hai. Aapke saath time spend karna hi mere liye sabse best time hota hai. Phir main khush kyun nahi rahungi? Aap faltu mein tension le rahe ho.”
Me:
“Aur sex… life se?”
Puja:
“Sex life se?”
Me:
“Hamara sex life interesting hai?”
Puja:
“Main bahut zyada enjoy karti hoon. Itna pyaar karne wala husband mila hai, to aur kya chahiye mujhe?”
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:
“Par wahi roz same type ka sex… tum bore nahi ho jaati?”
Puja:
“Bore?! Kya matlab bore? Aap bore ho jaate ho kya?”
Me:
“Mera matlab woh nahi tha. Main bhi sex bahut enjoy karta hoon. Par hum kuch interesting kar sakte hain—kuch alag, kuch naya, jo aur mazedaar ho.”
Puja:
“Jaise ki?”
Me:
“Kuch bhi jo normal sex se thoda different ho.”
Puja:
“To kya abnormal sex karein?” hehe
Me:
“Nahi. Aajkal log different type ke sex karte hain jo sex ko aur interesting bana dete hain.”
Puja:
“Jaise ki?”
Me:
“Roleplay. Aajkal bahut saare couples ye pasand karte hain.”
Puja:
“Roleplay? Wo kya hota hai?”
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:
“Usmein couples different types ke roles play karte hain—different characters jaise doctor, driver, watchman, etc.”
Puja:
“Haan, to phir main kya banungi?”
Me:
“Nahi, aisa nahi hota. Ek hi character play karta hai, aur doosra original hi rehta hai.”
Puja:
“Matlab?”
Me:
“Matlab agar main character play karoon—jaise main doctor ya watchman banoon—aur tum Puja hi raho.”
Puja:
“Ggg… nahi! Mujhe nahi karna. Aise kaise main kisi aur ke saath sex karoon? Ye galat baat hai. Karna hai to dono ka character change hona chahiye.”
Me:
“Tum real mein kisi aur ke saath sex thodi kar rahi ho. Sex to main hi karunga. Bas ek character play kar raha hoon.”
Puja:
“Nahi… mujhse nahi hoga. Jo bhi ho, kisi aur ko imagine karna to padega na. Main nahi kar rahi.”
I panicked. If this failed, my entire plan would collapse.
Me:
“Haan, par ye bas ek story jaisa hoga. Jaise movies mein hota hai—heroine real life mein married hoti hai, phir bhi movie mein kisi aur se romance karti hai. Usmein bura kya hai? Wo thodi na real life mein apne husband ko cheat kar rahi hoti hai.”
Puja:
(She was silent for a moment, likely she was thinking something)
“Achha… theek hai. Tum keh rahe ho to kar lete hain. To kaunsa character play karoge?”
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, tum batao. Tumhein kaunsa character pasand hai? Wahi karte hain.”
(Inside, I desperately wanted her to say ‘watchman’.)
Puja:
“Mujhe kya pata. Banna to aapko hai. Aap jo banna chaho, ban jao.”
Me:
“Achha, main options deta hoon—doctor, driver, ya watchman.”
Puja:
“Main choose nahi kar rahi. Aap jo banna chaho, ban lo.”
(I decided not to force it. I wanted the watchman role badly. If she picked something else, my entire planning would fail.)
Me:
“Achha… watchman wala karein?”
Puja:
“Haan, theek hai. Par mujhe kuch nahi pata kya karna hai, kya nahi. Aap jaise bataoge, main waise hi karungi.”
Me:
“Okay jaan. Par watchman ka naam kya hoga?”
Puja:
“Kya matlab naam kya hoga? Watchman watchman hi hoga. Naam ki kya zarurat?”
Me:
“Phir bhi, koi naam ho to conversation mein asaani hogi na.”
Puja:
“To Dev hi rakh lo. Aapko easy hoga.”
Me:
“Nahi… phir watchman wali feel nahi aayegi.”
Puja:
“To phir?”
Me:
“Aisa karte hain, koi proper watchman wala naam rakhte hain.”
Puja:
“Watchman wala naam kaisa hota hai?”
Me:
“Hamara yahan jo 2–3 watchman hain, unmein se koi rakh lete hain.”
Puja:
“Humein kaunsa naam pata hai unka!”
Me:
“Ek to pata hai.”
She fell completely silent. A deep blush spread across her face, born of sheer embarrassment. She lowered her gaze, and without looking up—
Puja:
“Nahi…”
Me:
“Kya hua?”
Puja:
“Wo… main nahi kar sakti. Duniya mein itne naam hain, wahi naam kyun?”
Me:
“Haan, to problem kya hai? Humein real mein thodi karna hai.”
Puja:
“Mujhe nahi karna.”
(There was a clear edge of irritation in her voice.)
Me:
“Par baby, problem kya hai? Bas naam hi to hai.”
Puja:
“Main nahi kar sakti. Hum unse roz milte hain, baat karte hain. Bahut awkward ho jaayega. Main face nahi kar paungi jab mere dimaag mein aayega ki main is character ke saath…”
(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:
“Achha, theek hai jaan. Hum nahi kar rahe. Ab khush?”
Puja:
“Hubby… mujhe roleplay karne mein koi problem nahi hai, na hi watchman wala karne mein. Bas wo naam use nahi karna.”
Me:
“Okay meri jaan. Hum nahi kar rahe. Watchman wala bhi nahi. Aaj doctor wala karte hain.”
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?
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