03-02-2026, 02:27 PM
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, ghar ka samaan khatam ho gaya hai. Aate waqt yeh le aana.”
Me:
“Aate waqt kyun? Abhi la deta hoon. Din mein zarurat pad sakti hai.”
Puja:
“Nahi, abhi nahi. Abhi main nahane ja rahi hoon.”
Me:
“Tum naha lo. Main samaan laa kar de dunga.”
Puja:
“Par main naha rahi houngi to door kaise kholungi? Phir mujhe kapde pehen kar aana padega.”
Me:
“Kapde kyun? Towel mein aa jaana. Mere saamne towel mein aa sakti ho na?”
Puja:
“Aa sakti hoon… par agar koi aur aa gaya to?”
A mischievous thought crossed my mind. I had been searching for a way to open Puja up, and she had unknowingly handed me the perfect opportunity. There couldn’t be a better moment to bring Aslam in front of her.
Me:
“Kaun aayega yahan? Main abhi gaya aur abhi aaya.”
Puja:
“Agar aap abhi jaoge to main ruk jaati hoon. Aap samaan laane ke baad naha lungi.”
Me:
“Arre nahi, tum naha lo. Waise bhi tumhara nahana late ho gaya hai. Mujhe aane mein bhi late ho sakta hai. Tab tak shayad tum naha chuki hogi.”
Puja:
“Okay, hubby.”
I left, smiling to myself. But then it hit me—this wasn’t Aslam’s duty timing. So what now? When I reached the gate, someone else was there.
Me:
“Tumhari duty subah hoti hai?”
Watchman:
“Haan, saab.”
Me:
“Aslam chacha nahi hain kya?”
Watchman:
“Haan, upar hain. Koi kaam tha kya, saab?”
Me:
“Haan, agar tum bula laoge to achha hoga. Waise tumhara naam kya hai?”
Watchman:
“Saab, mera naam Sakib hai. Abhi jaa kar bula laata hoon.”
It would take at least ten minutes for him to go and bring Aslam. I quickly bought the groceries. When I returned to the gate, Aslam was already there.
Aslam:
“Salam, saab. Aapne bulaya tha. Kya kaam tha?”
Me:
“Arey Aslam, main yahan naya hoon, to mujhe zyada idea nahi hai. Yahan achhi designer dress shop kaunsi hai?”
Aslam:
“Haan, saab. Market mein Qadir bhai ki shop hai. Wahan mast dresses mil jaayengi. Unki shop lehenga ke liye bahut famous hai.”
Me:
“Shukriya, Aslam. Bahut badi help ho gayi.”
Aslam:
“Par saab, dress kyun? Memsaab ke liye?”
Me:
“Haan, unka birthday aane wala hai isliye. Arre haan, baaton-baaton mein bhool gaya—yeh samaan ghar pahunchana tha. Mujhe office ke liye bhi late ho raha hai. Tum pahuncha doge kya?”
Calling someone down from the top floor just to ask about a dress would normally irritate anyone. But instead of anger, 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:
“Haan, saab. Kyun nahi. Aap kyun takleef karoge? Main pahunchaa deta hoon.”
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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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, ghar ka samaan khatam ho gaya hai. Aate waqt yeh le aana.”
Me:
“Aate waqt kyun? Abhi la deta hoon. Din mein zarurat pad sakti hai.”
Puja:
“Nahi, abhi nahi. Abhi main nahane ja rahi hoon.”
Me:
“Tum naha lo. Main samaan laa kar de dunga.”
Puja:
“Par main naha rahi houngi to door kaise kholungi? Phir mujhe kapde pehen kar aana padega.”
Me:
“Kapde kyun? Towel mein aa jaana. Mere saamne towel mein aa sakti ho na?”
Puja:
“Aa sakti hoon… par agar koi aur aa gaya to?”
A mischievous thought crossed my mind. I had been searching for a way to open Puja up, and she had unknowingly handed me the perfect opportunity. There couldn’t be a better moment to bring Aslam in front of her.
Me:
“Kaun aayega yahan? Main abhi gaya aur abhi aaya.”
Puja:
“Agar aap abhi jaoge to main ruk jaati hoon. Aap samaan laane ke baad naha lungi.”
Me:
“Arre nahi, tum naha lo. Waise bhi tumhara nahana late ho gaya hai. Mujhe aane mein bhi late ho sakta hai. Tab tak shayad tum naha chuki hogi.”
Puja:
“Okay, hubby.”
I left, smiling to myself. But then it hit me—this wasn’t Aslam’s duty timing. So what now? When I reached the gate, someone else was there.
Me:
“Tumhari duty subah hoti hai?”
Watchman:
“Haan, saab.”
Me:
“Aslam chacha nahi hain kya?”
Watchman:
“Haan, upar hain. Koi kaam tha kya, saab?”
Me:
“Haan, agar tum bula laoge to achha hoga. Waise tumhara naam kya hai?”
Watchman:
“Saab, mera naam Sakib hai. Abhi jaa kar bula laata hoon.”
It would take at least ten minutes for him to go and bring Aslam. I quickly bought the groceries. When I returned to the gate, Aslam was already there.
Aslam:
“Salam, saab. Aapne bulaya tha. Kya kaam tha?”
Me:
“Arey Aslam, main yahan naya hoon, to mujhe zyada idea nahi hai. Yahan achhi designer dress shop kaunsi hai?”
Aslam:
“Haan, saab. Market mein Qadir bhai ki shop hai. Wahan mast dresses mil jaayengi. Unki shop lehenga ke liye bahut famous hai.”
Me:
“Shukriya, Aslam. Bahut badi help ho gayi.”
Aslam:
“Par saab, dress kyun? Memsaab ke liye?”
Me:
“Haan, unka birthday aane wala hai isliye. Arre haan, baaton-baaton mein bhool gaya—yeh samaan ghar pahunchana tha. Mujhe office ke liye bhi late ho raha hai. Tum pahuncha doge kya?”
Calling someone down from the top floor just to ask about a dress would normally irritate anyone. But instead of anger, 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:
“Haan, saab. Kyun nahi. Aap kyun takleef karoge? Main pahunchaa deta hoon.”
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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