Adultery SPOILING MY WIFE FOR A PERVERT OLD WATCHMAN

[AK0047]

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, we’ve run out of groceries. Bring these things while coming back.”

Me:

“Why later? I’ll go get them right now. We might need them during the day.”

Puja:

“No, not now. I’m about to go take a bath.”

Me:

“You go ahead and bathe. I’ll bring the stuff and drop it off.”

Puja:

“But if I’m bathing, how will I open the door? I’ll have to get dressed first.”

Me:

“Why get dressed? Just come in a towel. You can come in front of me in a towel, right?”

Puja:

“I can… but what if someone else shows up?”

A mischievous thought crossed my mind. I had been looking for a way to make Puja open up, and unknowingly, she had given me the perfect opportunity. There couldn’t have been a better moment to bring Aslam in front of her.

Me:

“Who’s going to come here? I’ll just go and be back in no time.”

Puja:

“If you go now, then I’ll wait. I’ll bathe after you bring the groceries.”

Me:

“No, you go ahead. You’re already late for your bath. I might get delayed too. By then, you’ll probably be done.”

Puja:

“Okay, hubby.”

I left, smiling to myself. But then it struck me—this wasn’t Aslam’s duty timing. So what now? When I reached the gate, someone else was there.

Me:

“Is your duty in the morning?”

Watchman:

“Yes, saab.”

Me:

“Is Aslam chacha not around?”

Watchman:

“He is, saab. He’s upstairs. Did you need something?”

Me:

“Yes, it would be good if you could call him. By the way, what’s your name?”

Watchman:

“Saab, my name is Sakib. I’ll go call him right away.”

It would take at least ten minutes for him to go and bring Aslam. I quickly bought the groceries. By the time I returned to the gate, Aslam was already there.

Aslam:

“Salam, saab. You called me. What did you need?”

Me:

“Oh Aslam, I’m new here, so I don’t know much. Which is a good designer dress shop around here?”

Aslam:

“Yes, saab. There’s Qadir bhai’s shop in the market. You’ll get great dresses there. His shop is very famous for lehengas.”

Me:

“Thanks, Aslam. That really helps.”

Aslam:

“But saab, why the dress? Is it for Memsaab?”

Me:

“Yes, her birthday is coming up. Oh right, I almost forgot while talking—these groceries need to be delivered home. I’m getting late for the office too. Can you drop them off?”

Calling someone down from the top floor just to ask about a dress would normally annoy anyone. But instead of irritation, 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:

“Yes, saab, of course. Why should you take the trouble? I’ll deliver them.”

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?

" />