Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her hips twitched forward involuntarily every few seconds, grinding the soaked scrap of her thong against nothing, chasing the ache that kept building low in her belly. Milk kept leaking from both nipples even when his mouth wasn't on them, dripping steadily down the curves of her breasts, pooling on her stomach, sliding toward the waistband of the bunched-up nightie.
 
Bhola's kurta was getting soaked at the collar and chest, dark wet patches spreading, but he didn't seem to notice. He just kept sucking, alternating, squeezing, gulping, letting it spill, completely lost in the task of draining her.
 
Simran's muffled cries grew higher, more frantic, her body shaking with every hard pull. She was trying so hard to stay quiet, trying so hard to keep control, but the way he was devouring her tits, the wet sounds, the feeling of being emptied so thoroughly while he spilled her milk everywhere, was pushing her right to the edge again.
 
She was going to come like this.
 
Just from his mouth on her, his hands squeezing, his face buried between her leaking breasts. 
 
And she couldn't even scream when it happened.
 
Bhola had already drained half the milk from both her heavy tanks, but the pressure was still there, stubborn and insistent. Simran tried to sit up a little straighter, wanting to take some of the strain off her back. The moment she shifted, Bhola's hands came up fast. He grabbed both breasts firmly, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh, and pulled them down toward his mouth like he was claiming them.
 
His lips latched onto her right nipple again, sucking hard while his hands kept tugging, stretching the swollen globe toward him. The sight was obscene and beautiful at the same time: a grown man, strong and broad-shouldered, lying with his head in her lap, squeezing and pulling the massive, milk-filled tits of this ultra-beautiful Punjaban woman like they belonged to him. Her breasts looked even bigger in his grip, the skin stretched shiny and tight, dark nipples disappearing completely into his hungry mouth one after the other.
 
He pulled harder now, not just with his lips but with his whole hands, kneading the undersides roughly while he dragged the heavy mounds down so he could take more of them in. Milk kept jetting out in thick bursts every time he sucked, some of it spilling past his lips no matter how fast he swallowed. Simran's back arched involuntarily, a long, trembling gasp ripping out of her throat.
 
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh..."
 
She clamped her right hand tighter over her mouth, muffling the sound just in time. Her left hand stayed buried in his hair, fingers gripping hard, not sure if she was trying to hold him there or steady herself. Every hard pull on her tits sent a fresh shockwave straight to her clit, making her thighs quiver around his ears.
 
Bhola switched to the left one without warning, yanking that breast down too, squeezing it so tight that a powerful spurt hit the back of his throat. He gulped noisily, cheeks working, milk still leaking from the corners of his mouth and running in white rivulets down his jaw, dripping onto her bare belly. He was relentless, pulling and sucking like he wanted to empty her in record time, his big hands milking her the way he had probably milked cows back in the village, only these were soft, feminine, overflowing with sweet cream that belonged to her.
 
Simran turned her head to the right, trying to catch her breath, trying to focus on anything except the filthy wet sounds filling the room. That's when she saw it.
 
Between Bhola's legs, hidden but impossible to ignore, the monster was standing straight up like a flagpole under his pants. The dark fabric was stretched so tight it looked ready to split. The thick, long outline was unmistakable: a rigid, upward-curving shaft that rose high, the swollen head clearly defined even through the material, pressing hard against the waistband. It throbbed visibly with every heartbeat, a slow, heavy pulse that made the entire front of his pants tent obscenely. You could have tied a flag to that thing and marched it through the streets. The sheer size of it, the way it strained and jerked slightly every time he sucked harder on her tit, made her mouth go dry.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her pussy clenched hard at the sight. A fresh gush of slick soaked the tiny black thong, the strings digging deeper into her ass cheeks as her hips gave a tiny, helpless twitch. She couldn't look away. That pole was right there, inches from her dripping cunt, separated only by his pants and her bunched-up nightie. Every time Bhola pulled her breast down harder, his hips lifted just a fraction off the bed, making the monster shift and throb even more obviously.
 
Simran's muffled moan turned into a shaky whimper behind her palm. She was shaking now, thighs trembling, belly cramping with need. Bhola kept sucking, kept pulling, kept squeezing, completely unaware of how badly she wanted to reach down and touch that thing, feel how hot and heavy it really was while he drank her dry.
 
She was so close to losing it completely.
 
And he was still just doing his job.
 
Simran’s body was on fire. Bhola had shifted into a more aggressive rhythm now, determined to finish the job as fast as possible. He grabbed her right breast with both hands, squeezed it hard from the base, and yanked it down toward his open mouth. His lips locked around the nipple and he sucked with raw power, cheeks hollowing deeply. Milk jetted out in thick, forceful streams, filling his mouth so quickly that it overflowed instantly, spilling down his chin and neck in messy white rivers. He didn’t slow down. He kept pulling, kept sucking, using his hands to milk her like he was wringing every last drop from a ripe fruit.
 
Then he switched. He released the right one with a wet smack and immediately seized the left, dragging it down even harder, fingers digging into the soft, heavy flesh as he latched on and sucked with the same brutal intensity. Milk sprayed against the roof of his mouth and spilled everywhere again, soaking his kurta, her thighs, the bedsheet. His hands never stopped working, squeezing, pulling, kneading, stretching her magnificent tits toward him as if he wanted to swallow them whole.
 
Simran’s right hand stayed clamped desperately over her mouth, muffling the long, broken moans that kept escaping. “Mmmphhh… aaaaahhhh…” The sounds vibrated against her palm, but she couldn’t stop them. Her left hand gripped the back of his head tighter, fingers twisted in his hair, half-holding him in place as her body shook.
 
And all the while, her eyes kept drifting helplessly to the monster between his legs.
 
God… look at it.
 
That huge, rigid pole stood straight up under his pants, straining the fabric so tightly she could see the thick veins running along the shaft. It throbbed visibly with every hard suck he took on her breasts, jerking upward like it had a heartbeat of its own. The head was clearly outlined, swollen and angry, pressing so high against the waistband that the outline looked almost obscene. Ten inches. Maybe more. It looked inhuman. Terrifying. And unbearably tempting.
 
Her mind spiraled.
 
How is that even possible? she thought, shame and lust crashing together.
 
In real life? Not in those fake porn videos? But I felt it yesterday… that heat, that thickness when I ground on him. It’s real. It’s right there. What would it feel like if he…
 
A sudden flashback hit her hard, pulling her back to a late-night conversation a few weeks ago with her two closest friends.
 
Shikha and Preeti had been drinking wine at Preeti’s place. The topic had turned to fertility struggles, to husbands who couldn’t satisfy, to desperate solutions. Preeti had laughed nervously and brought up the old scriptures.
 
“You know what they used to call it in the ancient days? Niyoga,” Preeti had said, swirling her glass. “When the husband couldn’t give a child, the wife was allowed to choose another man, just for that purpose. No emotions, no affair, just… duty. The child would still belong to the husband. Arjun told me about it once. He even joked that in today’s world, some women still need their own version of Niyoga.”
 
Shikha had leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Arjun would make a perfect Niyoga man, wouldn’t he? Strong seed, no complications. Imagine… a man like that helping you when your own husband can’t.”
 
They had all laughed it off that night, but the word had stuck in Simran’s head. Niyoga. Appointing another man when your own couldn’t fulfill the need.
 
Now, with Bhola’s mouth devouring her tits and that monstrous cock tenting his pants just inches from her soaked thong, the memory felt dangerously relevant.
 
Is this my Niyoga?  her devil whispered hotly inside her head.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Not for a baby… but for this. For the milk. For the relief Ravi can’t give me. For the pleasure he never could. Bhola is already drinking from me like no one else can. What if he did more? What if that huge thing was the one stretching me open while he emptied my breasts at the same time?
 
Bhola yanked her left tit down harder, sucking with fresh urgency, trying to finish both sides quickly. Milk spilled messily over his face again as he switched back to the right one, pulling and squeezing without mercy.
 
Simran’s muffled moan turned into a shaky, desperate whimper behind her hand. Her hips twitched forward on their own, the tiny black thong rubbing uselessly against her throbbing clit. Her eyes stayed glued to that impossible bulge, watching it throb in time with every hard suck he took.
 
She was terrified.
 
She was dripping wet.
 
And the ancient idea of Niyoga had never felt more tempting in her entire life.
 
Bhola gripped her left tit with both hands now, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh just below the nipple. He pulled it down hard toward his mouth, stretching the heavy globe until the skin turned shiny and taut. Milk had already slowed to a thin trickle, but he wasn't done. He sucked again, long and fierce, cheeks hollowing so deep it looked painful. When only a few weak drops came out, he squeezed harder, milking downward in rough, rolling strokes like he was forcing the last stubborn drops from a nearly empty udder.
 
Simran cried out behind her hand, the sound sharp and raw even muffled.
 
"Aaaahhh... Bhola... dard ho raha hai..."
("Aaaahhh... Bhola... it's hurting..." )
 
The pulling hurt now, a sharp sting that cut through the haze of pleasure. Her body jerked, thighs clamping tighter around his head, and the filthy daydream about his monster cock shattered in an instant. She snapped back to the present, cheeks burning, heart slamming against her ribs. No more fantasies. Just the ache, the wet sounds, and the reality of a man sucking her tits dry in his own bed while her husband slept upstairs.
 
Bhola felt the change immediately. No more milk flowed. He released the left nipple with a final soft pop, the peak red and swollen, glistening with spit and the last faint traces of cream. Without a word he switched to the right one. He yanked it down just as roughly, latched on, and went back to work with the same single-minded hunger.
 
For the next five minutes he was relentless. Long pulls, hard squeezes, gulps that echoed in the small room. Milk came slower now, but he kept going, determined to leave nothing behind. Every dry pull made Simran flinch, every squeeze drew a stifled whimper from behind her palm. Her left hand stayed tangled in his hair, trembling, not pushing him away but not quite holding him close anymore either.
 
She wanted to come so badly. Her pussy was throbbing, swollen, dripping through the tiny black thong, clit begging for pressure. But she couldn't move properly. His head was locked between her thighs, her legs trapped open around him, hips pinned by his weight and her own need to stay quiet. No grinding, no rubbing, no relief. Just the constant wet suction on her tits and the unbearable, untouched ache between her legs.
 
She looked down again, helpless. His cock was still standing like a steel rod inside his pants, thick and rigid, the head pushing so high it looked ready to tear the waistband. The fabric was stretched to breaking, every vein outlined, the whole length pulsing visibly with each hard suck he took on her breast. It was obscene, almost angry, trapped and saluting straight up while he drank her dry. Simran's belly cramped again, fresh heat flooding her core, but she couldn't do anything about it.
 
Finally Bhola slowed. He gave one last long, dry pull on the right nipple, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking over the empty peak. Nothing came. He squeezed once more from the base upward, milking the last faint bead that appeared, then released her with a soft, wet sound. Both breasts hung heavy and spent, nipples dark red, shiny, slightly deflated now that the pressure was gone.
 
He lifted his head slowly, face flushed and glistening, chin and neck soaked in creamy streaks. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing hard through his nose.

"Bhabhi... maine poora doodh pee liya. Dono taraf se bilkul khali kar diya. Ab dard nahi hoga."

("Bhabhi... I've drunk all the milk. Emptied both sides completely. Now there won't be any pain.")
 
Simran let her hand fall away from her mouth. Her lips were swollen from biting them, cheeks flushed deep crimson. She looked down at him, then at her own breasts, still trembling slightly from the rough treatment.
 
"Thank you, Bhola," she whispered, voice hoarse and shaky.
 
He nodded once, then pushed himself up off her lap. The moment he stood, that massive erection became even more obvious. The front of his pants looked painful, the thick pole straining upward, head clearly defined against the dark fabric, not softening even a little. He didn't touch it, didn't acknowledge it, just turned slightly away like he was embarrassed by his own body.
 
Simran sat up slowly. Her nightie was bunched around her waist, breasts bare and slick. She pulled the thin straps back onto her shoulders one by one, wincing a little as the cotton brushed over her raw nipples. The fabric clung wetly to her skin, outlining the swollen peaks even after he had emptied her. She tugged the hem down over her thighs, trying to cover the soaked thong and the slick mess between her legs, but the material stuck to her anyway.
 
Bhola stepped back, giving her space. Simran swung her legs off the bed and stood on unsteady feet. Her breasts felt lighter, almost empty, the deep ache replaced by a dull, sensitive throb. She smoothed her hair with shaking fingers, avoiding his eyes.
 
They walked out of his room together in silence. He opened the door first, checked the corridor, then stepped aside to let her go ahead. Simran moved past him, nightie swishing against her thighs, the faint wet patches on the front still visible if anyone looked too closely.
 
Neither of them spoke.
 
The door clicked shut behind them, soft and final, like nothing had happened at all.
 
But both of them knew everything had changed.

To be continued....

[masud93]

superbb, gazab ka update hai bro,,,Thanks bro,,slowly open ho raha hai,,aur NIMRAT ki chapter ka to aur ghazab ka SCENE hoga wahaan,waiting fucking scene details,,, LESBIAN bhi hoga kya? story mein to aab jaan pura bhar diyee,,abhi tak to SIMRAN +BHOLA FUCKING SCENE bhi nahi aaya,phir bhi kitna EROTIC hai,WOOOWW,,
Aapka bahut bahut shukriya,,,to be continue se lagta gai Raat abhi bhi baki hai kya,,aur kya aisa din bhi aayega jab, RAVI ke samne BHOLA DOODH piyaga,,

[critic_honest]

I swear, this is the first story that completely hooked me. I ended up sleeping at 5 a.m because I just couldn’t stop reading. That’s how invested I was.

The patience and creativity you’ve shown so far are incredible. I honestly don’t have words for it. I was completely glued to every scene.
One of the things I admire most is how carefully you’ve handled Simran’s and Ravi's character. You never made Simran take unreasonable or unrealistic steps. And Ravi, he has been her pillar from the very beginning. The way he stood by her and handled things maturely when situations became difficult was beautifully written. 
As an author, your attention to detail really stands out. Whether it was the detailed description of the IVF process or even the herbs Bhola gave as powder, everything felt grounded and believable. Nothing felt rushed or exaggerated. It genuinely reads like something that could unfold in real life. That's how a real erotica should be. Kudos !


Honestly, a porn movie wouldn’t create the kind of excitement you managed to create in that single hospital moment when Bhola noticed Simran’s nipples poking through her small shirt when she was in hospital for losing her baby. I know it was merely just a small incident but the way it was presented and its timing and the way overall things happened was simply amazing. It literally gave me the goosebumps. It felt natural, realistic, and intense...not because it was graphic, but because it was restrained as well. What made it even more hotter was Bhola controlling & behaving himself given the situation. That’s what would happen in real life. You never let your characters make foolish or out-of-character decisions. I saw that in your writing.



Simran and Ravi truly behave the way a real couple would. They waited. They trusted the advice and medication from Preeti. Everything unfolded gradually and logically, step by step. That realism is exactly what makes the emotional and sensual moments so powerful. It has been never been sex sex sex...You created the emotions , the love, the characters before moving into depth. It made us connect to the characters. It was never just about “sex, sex, sex.” You built the emotions first...the love, the bond, the personalities before moving into deeper territory. That’s what made us genuinely connect with them.
                        Your patience in shaping the story and developing the characters before intensifying anything shows real maturity as a writer. The love between Ravi and Simran is the heart of the story, and that’s what makes it so beautiful. From every angle, it feels like realistic erotica. Slow, thoughtful, emotionally layered, and meaningful rather than rushed or superficial.
Simran comes across as emotional, sensible, caring, and deeply devoted to her husband. A woman like her wouldn’t cross boundaries casually. She would have strong control over her desires and wouldn’t be easily influenced and that’s exactly what makes her character so compelling. 




Now, a bit of honest feedback. Please take it positively.
I’m currently on the 2nd page and just finished the section titled “The Crowd,” where Jasleen is introduced. For the first time, I felt slightly disappointed. 
One concern is that many of the other female characters like Preet, Shikha, Nimrat are also portrayed as epitomes of beauty and physical perfection. It starts to overshadow Simran. In the beginning, she felt unique like no one else can be compared to her. Now it feels like several characters are equally stunning, which slightly reduces her distinct charm. I wish Simran remained incomparable.

Also, there seem to be quite a few characters being introduced, each with their own detailed stories. It begins to feel like multiple parallel stories instead of a focused narrative on Simran and Ravi. When too many characters receive equal attention, it can dilute the emotional focus. Sometimes fewer characters with deeper development create a stronger impact.
For example, I’m not entirely sure why Nimrat’s sexual description was necessary. Given her age and role, it felt slightly distracting rather than essential to the main arc. I just hope the story doesn’t become overcrowded or lose its central emotional thread in the coming chapters.


That said, I truly hope the story continues in the same natural, realistic, and logical direction it has followed so far. I’d love for it to remain slow burn where intimate moments happen only when they genuinely need to, not for the sake of it. I have loved the control the characters have showed until now, mostly Bhola.
I genuinely don’t want this story to lose its depth. It has already become one of the best stories in my mind. I’m reading with excitement and yes, fingers crossed for what’s next.


 love....

[Sage_69]

Such a hot update. Loved it. Everyone is too much horny to have time to regret anything, doing one taboo after another. Very hot.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I swear, this is the first story that completely hooked me. I ended up sleeping at 5 a.m because I just couldn’t stop reading. That’s how invested I was.

Thanks for the long and detailed feedback. I certainly dont want people to stay awake till 5 am.   Also, this story is definitely running parallel sequences for future buildups and side struggles of each character of Simran's family, Bhola's family, lets see where it goes, even i dont know how it will buildup, or what it will buildup to. Having said that, I want more feedback from readers so that if required, i can stir the story a bit. As of now, i think the pace is ok, it will need to increase in future scenes, but for now i think tempo is fine. Question is where are we heading?

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Such a hot update. Loved it. Everyone is too much horny to have time to regret anything, doing one taboo after another. Very hot.

Once the devil gets inside your head nothing works. 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

superbb, gazab ka update hai bro,,,Thanks bro,,slowly open ho raha hai,,aur NIMRAT ki chapter ka to aur ghazab ka SCENE hoga wahaan,waiting fucking scene details,,, LESBIAN bhi hoga kya? story mein to aab jaan pura bhar diyee,,abhi tak to SIMRAN +BHOLA FUCKING  SCENE bhi nahi aaya,phir bhi kitna EROTIC  hai,WOOOWW,,
Aapka bahut bahut shukriya,,,to be continue se lagta gai Raat abhi bhi baki hai kya,,aur kya aisa din bhi aayega jab, RAVI ke samne BHOLA DOODH piyaga,,

Thanks for your feedback. Nimrat has a different role to play here and if you want to know who this Meera is based on, then let me hint you about her name, it is akin to elixir of life and has a parsi surname. Rest google and find for yourself. 

[M¡Lf€@TeR]

This builds anticipation n sets the mood , Quite effective erotic work relying on realistic n emotional undertones ...

Misunderstanding/mistake aside , Appreciate this jerk material since D1

[masud93]

Thanks for your feedback. Nimrat has a different role to play here and if you want to know who this Meera is based on, then let me hint you about her name, it is akin to elixir of life and has a parsi surname. Rest google and find for yourself. 

Meera " kya wo "knowing my wife, knowing me as well"  ka meera hai,krish ka meera, my favourite story from long l
Time,

[Givemeextra]

But the devil had already taken the wheel again.
 

Conversations between Devil [AKA Simran's own Lust]  and Simran were just to hot.

The only winner from this is going to be  D  , no doubts here. Simran not even putting up a fight.
Would love to read Simran/Bhola getting it in front of Ravi. [May be a dream sequence Author???] 

[Givemeextra]

Thanks for your feedback. Nimrat has a different role to play here and if you want to know who this Meera is based on, then let me hint you about her name, it is akin to elixir of life and has a parsi surname. Rest google and find for yourself. 


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From Initial Updates:
She hung up, turned back to Nimrat, and leaned against the bar, crossing one long leg over the other so the dress rode up another inch. "Now," she said, eyes locking onto Nimrat’s, smile turning just a shade more wicked. "Let’s talk about why you’re really here tonight." The night had only just begun. And both of them knew this meeting was going to be anything but ordinary.

Yeah, Meera and Krish.  

But what is background for Meera and Nimrat?

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Conversations between Devil [AKA Simran's own Lust]  and Simran were just to hot.

The only winner from this is going to be  D  , no doubts here. Simran not even putting up a fight.
Would love to read Simran/Bhola getting it in front of Ravi. [May be a dream sequence Author???] 

Lets see how it unfolds. Meera and Nimrat has a different role to play.

[yuvamuthu]

When will be the update

[masud93]

Update kab aayega bro,,,

[jiivawonderland]

Really good next update?

[masud93]

Kya bhai,,itne gap mein to maazaa hi khatam ho jati hai,,,UPDATE do,

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to give an update. This week too busy in work. Sorry.

[masud93]

Wish so