17-03-2026, 06:56 AM
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?
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?
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