Adultery SPOILING MY WIFE FOR A PERVERT OLD WATCHMAN

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Then one day, everything changed.

Our peaceful routine was disrupted the moment a third presence entered our lives.

Puja rarely stepped out of the house. She did some light yoga to stay fit. One evening, I suggested that we start going for short walks after dinner every night. Puja agreed. That day, after dinner around eight, we stepped out for a walk.
She wore jogging pants and a T-shirt, and I was dressed in a track suit.

 
As we reached the gate of our apartment complex, a man greeted us. I returned the greeting politely. He appeared to be around fifty years old, with a coal-dark complexion. He wasn’t very tall—perhaps around five feet five inches.


He had a well-built body—clearly someone who must have practiced bodybuilding in his younger days.






He was the society’s watchman. I had never seen him before, though his uniform made his role obvious. Still, a sense of curiosity made me want to know whether he was new or had been around for a while.


Me: I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Are you new?

Aslam: No, sir. I’ve been working here for the past three years. My shift is from 7:30 at night until morning, so that’s probably why you haven’t seen me.

Me: Oh… so what’s your name?

Aslam: My name is Aslam. I guess you’re new here — I haven’t seen you before either. My shift used to be in the mornings about six months ago, but I still don’t recall seeing you then.

Me: Yes, we moved here about two months ago. Just stepped out for a bit of a walk today.

During this exchange, Puja showed no particular interest. She was looking around casually, clearly just waiting for the conversation to end so we could continue our walk.


Me: Alright then, uncle, we’ll get going.

Aslam: Sure, sir. If you ever have any trouble or need to know anything about this place, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help.

Me: Definitely.


We then headed out for our walk. That day, Aslam chacha came across as a decent man. His manner suggested he was helpful, and since he was the society’s watchman, there was a natural sense of trust. After the walk, we returned home, watched a movie on Netflix as usual, and went to sleep.


This routine continued for a few days. Every evening, we went for our walk, and I would exchange a few words with Aslam chacha. Gradually, I noticed something about him—he had a way with words. He was naturally funny and could hold a conversation effortlessly.

Slowly, I began to notice that Puja, too, was starting to find his conversations interesting. As many would agree, humor has a strange charm—people who can make others laugh are often easily liked. Puja seemed to feel the same. Still, she was very shy, so she never actively spoke. Whenever Aslam chacha cracked a joke, she would simply smile—quietly, almost unconsciously.