Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Yes Ravi… everything is fine here… the rain is really heavy tonight… I can barely hear you…”
 
Bhola thought of taking the risk further. Simran was getting comfortable now, talking to her husband while he drank from her leaking tits like they belonged to him. He suddenly pulled his mouth off her nipple with a loud, wet pop, milk dripping from his lips.
 
Simran looked at him in shock, eyes wide, still holding the phone to her ear.
 
Before she could react, she instinctively swayed her heavy breasts from side to side, inviting him back, her leaking nipples drawing little circles in the air.
 
But Bhola had something else in mind.
 
He stood up fully, his massive, rock-hard cock pointing straight at her face like a thick, dark weapon. The fat head was glistening with precum, just inches from her lips.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in panic and raw lust.
 
“Bhola… nehi… abhi nehi…” she whispered, quickly covering the phone mic.
 
Bhola didn’t move. He simply stood there, holding his thick lund and moving it closer until the honey-sweet tip brushed against her soft lips.
 
Simran looked up at him with pleading eyes.
 
“Bhola… please… Ravi phone pe hai…”
“Bhola… please… Ravi is on the phone…”
 
But Bhola gently pushed the fat head forward. Simran hesitated for a second, then slowly opened her mouth and let her tongue come out. She gave the tip a slow, hesitant lick.
 
Bhola’s cock jumped in joy. He smiled down at her.
 
Simran started licking the thick shaft from below with long, wet strokes, running her tongue all the way up to the head. She licked the fresh precum clean with a soft “Ummmm…” sound.
 
Then she opened her mouth wider and took the fat head inside, sucking hard with a loud, wet “Muuuahhh…” sound.
 
Ravi’s voice came through the phone.
 
“What was that sound?”
 
Simran pulled off for a second, breathing hard, trying to sound normal.
 
“Nothing… I was just… eating ice cream… it’s very tasty.”
 
Bhola immediately dipped the head of his cock back into the honey jar, coating it thickly again, then presented the glistening, sticky monster back to her.
 
Simran looked up at him with an angry but extremely aroused smirk. She opened her mouth and took the honey-coated head back in, sucking hard and making loud, filthy moaning sounds around it.
 
“Ummmmphhh… slurp… mmmphhh… gluck… gluck…”
 
Bhola groaned softly, one hand gently resting on her head as she sucked him while talking to her husband on the phone.
 
The scene was pure filth — Simran standing topless in Bhola’s room, talking sweetly to Ravi on the phone while her servant’s massive, honey-sweet cock was buried in her mouth. She sucked with wet, hungry pulls, her tongue swirling around the head, moaning softly around the thick shaft.
 
“Ummmmph… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh…”
 
Every time she bobbed her head, her heavy tits swayed and jiggled, milk still leaking from the nipples Bhola had just sucked raw.
 
Bhola looked down at her with dark satisfaction, gently holding her head as she worshipped his monster cock while speaking to her own husband.
 
Simran kept worshipping Bhola’s massive cock with pure devotion. She licked the sides with long, slow strokes of her tongue, dragging the flat of it along the thick, veiny length from base to head. She licked the underside again and again, savouring every inch of the beautiful, heavy monster that was now completely hers to please. It was huge — so thick and long that it looked almost unreal against her pretty face. Yet she treated it like something sacred, kissing and licking every throbbing vein, every smooth stretch of skin, moaning softly with every taste.
 
“Ummmm… ummmm…mwaaah….ummmm” she moaned between licks, her voice dripping with lust.
 
She became more comfortable with the size, taking the fat head back into her mouth and sucking with wet, rhythmic pulls while still talking to Ravi on the phone in between.
 
“Yes Ravi… the rain is really bad… I can barely hear you…”
 
Bhola started pushing his hips forward more frequently now, sliding the thick cock deeper into her mouth with each thrust. Simran’s eyes widened as she understood — he was getting close.
 
She quickly made an excuse on the phone.
 
“Ravi… light is flickering again… I’ll call you back in a bit, okay? Take care…”
 
The moment she disconnected the call and tossed the phone aside, she attacked his cock with renewed hunger. She sucked hard and fast, her head bobbing aggressively while her hands massaged his heavy balls, rolling and gently squeezing them.
 
“Gluck… gluck… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh… gluck-gluck-gluck!”
 
Bhola started grunting and moaning loudly, his hips twitching.
 
“Aaahhh Bhabhi… bahut achha choos rahi ho aap… mera lund pura geela ho gaya hai aapke muh se…”
“Aaahhh Bhabhi… you’re sucking so well… my cock has become completely wet from your mouth…”
 
Simran sucked even faster, making loud, filthy sucking sounds as she tried to milk him.
 
“Ummmmph… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh… choos rahi hoon tera lund… saara maal de mujhe…”
“Ummmmph… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh… I’m sucking your cock… give me all your maal…”
 
Bhola’s breathing turned ragged. He grabbed her head gently and started fucking her mouth with short, urgent thrusts.
 
Within seconds he exploded.
 
Wave after wave of thick, hot cum flooded Simran’s mouth in huge goblets. She tried her best to swallow as fast as she could, gulping loudly.
 
“Ammmmm… ahhhhmmmm… gluck… gluck… mmmphhh…”
 
But it was too much. Thick white cum overflowed from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in messy rivers and dripping onto her tits. She kept sucking through it all, drinking as much as she could while Bhola jerked and groaned, emptying his heavy balls straight into her hungry mouth.
 
When the last powerful spurt finally stopped, Simran slowly pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. She looked up at him with glassy, satisfied eyes, cum still dripping from her lips and chin.
 
Without hesitation, she started licking the remaining cum from the sides of his shaft and from her own fingers like a hungry bitch. Her tongue cleaned every inch of the thick cock, making it shiny and wet again. She licked the sensitive tip and underside slowly, savouring the last drops.
 
Bhola jumped and twitched at every touch, the head now extremely sensitive.
 
“Aaahhh Bhabhi… bahut sensitive ho gaya hai… dheere… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh Bhabhi… it has become very sensitive… slowly… aaahhh…”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

But Simran didn’t stop. She kept licking and kissing the massive lund, cleaning it thoroughly with her tongue, moaning softly as she did.
 
“Ummmm… tera maal itna thick aur tasty hai… main aur pi sakti hoon isko…”
 
Finally, Bhola gently pulled his cock out of her reach. It came out of her mouth with a final, wet pop, still heavy and glistening with her spit and the last traces of cum.
 
Simran sat back on the bed, breathing hard, face and tits messy with his cum, a satisfied but still hungry look in her eyes.
 
Simran stayed on her knees for a long moment after Bhola pulled his cock out of her mouth. She couldn’t bring herself to look up into his eyes. Her face was flushed deep red, lips swollen and shiny with spit and cum, chin and tits still messy with the thick white evidence of what she had just done. She was too horny, too overwhelmed, too ashamed of how much she had loved it.
 
The way his heavy cock still hung there — thick, dark, and semi-hard even after emptying such a massive load — made her pussy throb with fresh need. It looked like it could fuck her for hours. In that moment she felt like she could become his fucktoy, drop everything and let him use her whenever he wanted. But that thought scared her. She wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
 
She stood up on shaky legs without saying a word, avoiding his gaze completely. Cum still dripped slowly from her chin onto her breasts. She turned and started walking back toward her bedroom, barefoot and topless, the taste of his cum still heavy on her tongue.
 
On the way, she passed the kitchen and saw her discarded T-shirt lying on the floor. She stopped, smiled bitterly at herself, and let out a deep, shaky sigh.
 
What am I becoming? she thought.
 
She bent down, picked up the T-shirt, and slipped it over her head. The fabric clung to her sticky, cum-and-milk-covered skin. She climbed the stairs slowly, feeling the mess between her thighs and on her chest with every step.
 
Once in her bedroom, she went straight to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. The reflection shocked her in the most erotic way. Her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, lips puffy. There were visible streaks of thick white cum on her right cheek and a few drops on her chin. Her tits were red from sucking and marked with faint bite marks, nipples still stiff and leaking.
 
She stared at herself for a few seconds, then used her finger to scoop the cum from her cheek. She brought it to her mouth and licked it clean with a soft, guilty “Ummmm…” sound, tasting him again.
 
She washed her face thoroughly, trying to look normal, then went out to the balcony.
The rain had finally stopped. It was around 7 PM, and the air felt cool and fresh after the downpour. The city lights were starting to glow in the distance.
 
Suddenly her phone rang. It was Preeti.
 
Simran’s face lit up with genuine happiness. She answered immediately, her voice warm and relieved.
 
“Preeti! Oh my god, I’m so happy you called.”
 
Preeti laughed on the other end, sounding equally excited.
 
“Simran! I missed your voice so much. How are you, baby? I’m actually nearby right now — just finished some work in Sector 17. Are you free? Can I come over for a bit? I really want to see you.”
 
Simran didn’t even hesitate.
 
“Of course! Come right now. I’m home alone — Ravi is in Bangalore for work. Please come, I’ll be waiting. I’ve missed you too.”
 
Preeti sounded genuinely happy.
 
“Really? Perfect! I’ll be there in 20-25 minutes. Don’t cook anything, I’ll bring some snacks. We need to talk properly. I have so much to tell you… and I want to hear everything from you too.”
 
Simran smiled, leaning against the balcony railing, the cool evening breeze brushing against her skin.
 
“Yes, come fast. I’ll be waiting. Drive safe, okay?”
 
They exchanged a few more light words before hanging up. Simran stood there for a moment, phone in hand, feeling a strange mix of relief and excitement. Talking to Preeti felt like a safe anchor in the middle of the storm she had created with Bhola.
 
But even as she smiled, her body still hummed with the memory of Bhola’s thick cock in her mouth and the taste of his cum on her tongue.
 
After the call with Preeti, Simran quickly changed into something more comfortable yet dangerously sexy. She slipped into a pair of soft, light-grey pajama shorts that clung lovingly to her thick, creamy thighs and ended high enough to show the full, smooth expanse of her legs. The shorts hugged her shapely ass perfectly, the soft fabric stretching over the full, round globes and riding up just enough to tease the lower curve whenever she moved. On top she wore a loose, pale-pink button-up shirt, left with the top three buttons open, revealing a deep, inviting valley of cleavage. Her heavy breasts strained gently against the thin material, the dark outline of her still-sensitive nipples faintly visible. Her silky burgundy-coloured hair fell in loose, glossy waves down her back and over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face — high cheekbones, full lips, and large expressive eyes that now held a mix of lingering lust and shy excitement.
She looked delicious. Not just sexy, but mouth-wateringly tempting — the kind of woman whose body made people forget how to speak.
 
The doorbell rang shortly after. Simran’s face lit up with genuine happiness as she opened the door. Preeti stood there, looking elegant and radiant. The two friends immediately pulled each other into a tight, warm hug, laughing softly.
 
“Preeti! Come in, come in,” Simran said warmly, stepping aside and closing the door behind her. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
 
Bhola appeared almost instantly from the kitchen, holding a glass of cold water for the guest. He offered it politely with a small nod.
 
Preeti smiled at him as she took the glass. “Thank you.”
 
Simran turned to Bhola. “Bhola, please make some snacks and keep them on the table.”
 
As Bhola went back to the kitchen, Simran prepared two strong vodka pegs mixed with fresh orange juice for herself and Preeti. The rain had left the evening chilly, and the drink felt perfect.
 
They settled on the sofa with their glasses. Simran wanted to talk openly about everything that had been happening, but with Bhola still moving around nearby, Preeti seemed a little reserved, keeping the conversation light and casual.
 
Simran suddenly remembered — Preeti already knew the truth about Bhola sucking her breasts for milk. The realization hit her like a hot wave of extreme shyness. Her cheeks burned red as she felt completely exposed in her own home, even though she was fully dressed.
 
She quickly turned to Bhola.
 
“Bhola, can you please go to the market and get some fresh dal vada fry? It should be available at the usual stall near the main road.”
 
Bhola nodded without hesitation. “Ji Bhabhi, main abhi laata hoon.”
 
The moment the front door closed behind him and the house became quiet, Preeti leaned forward with a knowing, slightly mischievous smile and said softly:
“So… this is Bhola?”
 
Simran didn’t say anything at first. She simply stared at her glass, cheeks still faintly pink from everything that had happened earlier with Bhola. Preeti noticed the silence and gave her a soft, understanding smile, leaning forward a little on the sofa.
 
“Come on, Simran… I’m not judging you at all. I didn’t that day when you told me, and I’m definitely not going to start now. We’re best friends, remember? Whatever is happening in your life, I’m here to listen. No shame, no drama.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran finally looked up and let out a small, relieved laugh. She raised her glass.
 
“Cheers to that,” she said.
 
“Cheers,” Preeti replied, clinking her glass against Simran’s. They both took a long sip of the cold vodka-orange mix. The drink felt perfect after the heavy, humid evening.
 
Preeti took another sip and tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity mixed with playful teasing.
 
“So… tell me properly about the milk situation now. Has it increased a lot since the last time we spoke? You said it was already getting difficult to manage with the pump.”
Simran nodded, taking another sip to hide her embarrassment.
 
“Yes… it has increased quite a bit. Earlier the pump used to be enough, but now my breasts fill up so fast. Sometimes even two or three times a day isn’t enough. They get heavy and painful really quickly.”
 
Preeti grinned, unable to resist teasing her best friend.
 
“Two or three times a day, huh? Lucky Bhola gets to drink directly from the source every single time. Fresh, warm, straight from the tap. No wonder he’s always so eager and ready. Must feel like he’s won the lottery — having a beautiful woman like you letting him suck those big, milky tits whenever he wants.”
 
Simran’s face turned bright red. She covered her mouth with her hand, laughing nervously while trying to hide her face.
 
“Preeti… stop it! You’re so shameless. It’s not like that… it’s just… for relief.”
 
Preeti laughed softly and took another sip.
 
“Oh please, don’t act all innocent now. I know exactly what’s happening. So… how is he like? Does he bite those beautiful mangoes? Does he get rough with them, or is he gentle?”
 
Simran almost choked on her drink. She shouted in a mix of shock and embarrassed laughter.
 
“Preeti! What are you asking?! Are you serious right now?”
 
Preeti shrugged playfully, completely unbothered.
 
 Preeti got a call from her clinic in between the talk and then she got up, spoke for like 10 minutes and returned back to the sofa.
 
Simran took another sip of her vodka-orange, trying to hide her embarrassment behind the glass. Preeti, however, was not done teasing her best friend. She leaned back on the sofa with a mischievous grin, swirling her drink slowly.
“So… back to Bhola and those lucky mangoes of yours,” Preeti said, eyes sparkling.
“Tell me more. How does he actually do it? Does he just latch on and suck like a baby, or does he take his sweet time? Does he squeeze them while drinking?”
 
Simran nearly choked again. She set her glass down quickly, face burning.
 
“Preeti… why do you keep asking these things? It’s embarrassing!”
 
Preeti laughed softly, clearly enjoying herself.
 
“Because I’m curious! Come on, don’t be shy. I already know the basics. Does he suck gently or does he go hard? Does he switch between both tits or does he focus on one until it’s empty? Does he make those loud sucking sounds?”
 
Simran covered her face with both hands for a second, then peeked through her fingers, laughing nervously.
 
“You’re impossible… Okay, fine. He… he usually starts slow, but then he gets really into it. He sucks quite hard sometimes. And yes, he switches between both. He doesn’t like leaving one full when the other is empty. And… yes, there are sounds. Wet, loud sounds. It’s… intense.”
 
Preeti’s grin widened.
 
“Intense, huh? So he’s sucking your big, milky tits like they’re his personal feast. Does he moan while drinking? Does he look up at you with those innocent eyes while his mouth is full of your milk? God, I can imagine how full and heavy they must feel when he’s done.”
 
Simran squirmed on the sofa, her thighs pressing together. The memories were flooding back — Bhola’s mouth latched tight, cheeks hollowing, milk spilling from the corners of his lips.
 
“Preeti… stop describing it like that. Yes, sometimes he moans. And yes, he looks up at me. It makes me feel… weird. But also… good. Too good.”
 
Preeti took a sip, clearly not planning to let up.
 
“And the milk? Does he swallow everything or does some spill? Does he ever try to take a whole big chunk of your breast into his mouth? I bet those mangoes of yours look even bigger when he’s stretching them like that.”
 
Simran’s voice dropped to a shy whisper.
 
“He… he does take quite a bit in his mouth sometimes. And yes, some milk spills. Especially when he sucks really hard. It runs down my chest… it’s messy. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He just keeps drinking.”
 
Preeti leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially.
 
“Does he ever play with your nipples after sucking? Flick them? Pinch them? Or does he just move to the other one immediately? And tell me honestly — when he’s sucking, do you ever… you know… get wet down there? Because from what you’ve told me before, it sounds like you do.”
 
Simran’s face was now scarlet. She grabbed a cushion and hugged it to her chest, laughing in embarrassment.
 
“Preeti! You’re killing me… Yes, okay? Sometimes I do get wet. A lot. It’s not just relief anymore. It feels… sexual. Very sexual. And yes, he sometimes plays with the other nipple while sucking one. He squeezes them, lifts them, lets them drop and jiggle. It’s… a lot.”
 
Preeti nodded slowly, still grinning.
 
“See? That’s what I thought. So this innocent-looking servant boy is actually having the time of his life sucking the most beautiful pair of tits in Chandigarh every day. Multiple times a day. While you’re standing there moaning and leaking for him. Lucky bastard.”
 
Simran buried her face in the cushion for a second, then peeked out again.
 
“You’re making it sound so dirty… but… yeah. It kind of is. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, Preeti. It started as just milking, but now…”
 
Preeti reached over and gently squeezed Simran’s hand, her tone softening just a little, though the teasing sparkle remained in her eyes.
 
“Hey… I’m not judging. I’m just happy you’re finally getting some relief — and some pleasure. Just be careful, okay? But also… enjoy it. Those mangoes deserve to be worshipped properly.”
 
Simran let out a long sigh, still blushing, but a small, secret smile crept onto her lips.
“You’re terrible… but thank you for not making me feel like a freak.”
 
Preeti raised her glass again.
 
“To your beautiful, overproductive mangoes… and to Bhola, the luckiest servant in the city.”
 
They both laughed and clinked glasses once more, the conversation flowing easily between teasing and genuine concern as the evening deepened.
 
Wanting to shift the focus away from herself, Simran leaned closer and asked gently.
“Anyway… enough about me. How are you and Shikha doing? Everything okay on your side?”
 
Preeti’s smile faded a little. She became serious, swirling the drink in her glass before taking a slow sip.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“A lot has happened, Simran. It’s been… complicated.”
 
Simran moved closer on the sofa, her expression full of concern.
 
“Tell me everything. What happened?”
 
The two friends sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. Preeti swirled the vodka in her glass, her expression turning more serious. She took a deep breath and began.
 
“Shikha didn’t get pregnant,” Preeti said quietly. “We tried everything — timing it perfectly with her ovulation, making sure Arjun was healthy, the whole natural insemination thing… but nothing happened. It just didn’t work.”
 
Simran’s face fell with genuine concern. She set her glass down and leaned closer.
“Oh Preeti… I’m so sorry. How did Shikha take it?”
 
Preeti gave a small, tired smile.
 
“She tried to act strong at first, but it hit her hard. She started blaming herself, saying maybe her body isn’t meant for this, maybe we should just accept it. Then the real mess started with Arjun.”
 
Simran frowned.
 
“What happened with Arjun?”
 
Preeti took another sip, her voice lowering.
 
“His fiancée found out. Not the full story, but enough. She saw some messages on his phone — nothing explicit, but enough to make her suspicious. She confronted him. He panicked and tried to lie, but she’s not stupid. She demanded to know why he was meeting Shikha alone, why there were late-night texts about ‘the procedure.’ It blew up into a huge fight. He was almost ready to break off the engagement because he felt so guilty.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
“Oh god… what did you do?”
 
“I had to step in,” Preeti said, rubbing her temple. “I went and met his fiancée myself. I told her it was a medical thing — that Arjun was helping us with a fertility issue, nothing sexual, just a clinical donation. I made it sound like a doctor’s recommendation, very clinical, very innocent. I showed her some fake medical papers I prepared in advance just in case. I cried a little, played the desperate friend card. She bought it, but barely. She still doesn’t fully trust him, and things are tense between them now.”
 
Simran reached out and squeezed Preeti’s hand.
 
“That must have been so stressful for you. How is Shikha handling all of this?”
 
Preeti’s voice softened with worry.
 
“She’s not doing well at all. She’s been crying a lot, not sleeping, barely eating. She feels like she ruined Arjun’s relationship and still didn’t get what she wanted. Her mental health is really bad right now. I’ve never seen her this low. I can’t watch her go through another round of this — the waiting, the hope, the disappointment, the stress. It’s destroying her.”
 
Simran nodded, her expression full of empathy.
 
“So what’s the plan now? You can’t just leave it like this.”
 
Preeti looked straight at Simran, her eyes determined but tired.
 
“I can’t make her go through all that pain again. This time… I think I will take the initiative myself. I need someone discreet. Someone completely unrelated to us, someone safe, someone who won’t complicate things emotionally. But I have no idea how to find such a person yet. I just know I have to do something soon before Shikha completely breaks down.”
 
The room fell quiet again, only the soft sound of rain against the windows filling the space. Preeti took another sip, then looked at Simran with a small, sad smile.
 
“I’m sorry for dumping all this on you. I just… I needed to talk to someone who understands. You’re the only one I trust with this.”
 
Simran squeezed her hand tighter.
 
“You can always talk to me. We’ll figure this out together. Whatever you need — I’m here.”
 
Preeti gave her a grateful look, the heavy conversation hanging between them as they both took another sip of their drinks, the weight of their secrets and struggles settling over the evening like the rain outside.
 
Preeti took a slow sip of her vodka-orange, then set the glass down. Her expression grew heavier as she leaned back against the sofa cushions.
 
“You know… the whole thing with Arjun was supposed to be perfect,” she said quietly. “We planned it so carefully. Shikha was at her most fertile time. We made sure everything was clean, safe, and timed right. Arjun was respectful, healthy, good-looking. We thought it would work.”
 
Simran nodded, listening intently.
 
Preeti continued, her voice softening with frustration.
 
“The session itself… it was actually quite erotic. More than we expected. Shikha was nervous at first, but Arjun was gentle and patient. He took his time. They kissed, touched, everything felt natural. He was hard, he was into it. When he finally entered her, it was slow and deep. Shikha was moaning, really into it. We all thought — after a session like that, with that much passion and connection — it had to work. But… it didn’t. Two weeks later, the test was negative. Again.”
 
Simran reached out and gently squeezed Preeti’s hand.
 
“I’m so sorry. That must have been heartbreaking for both of you.”
Preeti gave a small, bitter laugh.
 
“It was. Shikha cried for days. She kept saying maybe she’s the problem. Maybe her body just doesn’t want a baby. And then the mess with Arjun’s fiancée made everything ten times worse.”
 
She took another sip, then looked at Simran with a wry smile.
 
“You know what’s funny? Men are so unpredictable. Biologically, I mean. Arjun is decently endowed — a solid seven inches, thick enough, everything looked perfect on paper. We assumed a guy like that would have no problem. But no. Nothing. It’s like his sperm decided to take a vacation.”
 
Simran couldn’t help it — she burst out laughing. Preeti joined her, both of them giggling over their drinks.
 
“Seven inches and still can’t get the job done,” Preeti said, shaking her head. “Imagine telling a guy that. ‘Sorry, your dick is impressive, but your swimmers are on strike.’”
 
They laughed harder, the tension in the room easing for a moment.
 
When the laughter died down, Preeti’s face turned serious again.
 
“So now I have to start searching all over again. Fresh. From scratch. I need someone who is obviously fit — physically strong, healthy, good genetics — and, you know… sperm-wise. Someone whose swimmers actually work. I can’t risk another failure like this. Shikha can’t go through it again.”
 
Simran nodded slowly, understanding the weight of it.
 
“And how do you convince someone for natural insemination? It’s not like you can just post an ad saying ‘Wanted: healthy donor for raw creampie sessions.’”
 
Preeti let out a tired laugh.
 
“Exactly. That’s the hardest part. I need someone discreet, someone who won’t catch feelings, someone who understands it’s purely physical and for the baby only. No emotions, no complications. I have to approach it carefully — maybe through a mutual friend, or someone who already knows our situation but can keep quiet. I can’t just pick a random guy off the street. It has to be someone we can trust not to talk.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She paused, swirling her drink.
 
“I’m thinking of looking for someone older, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. Mature, stable, already has kids so he knows it works. Someone who is married or in a relationship so he won’t get attached. But even then… how do you bring up ‘Hey, can you fuck my wife raw until she gets pregnant?’ without it sounding insane?”
 
Simran listened carefully, her own secret with Bhola flashing in her mind for a second.
“It’s complicated,” she said softly. “But you’ll find the right person. Someone who understands and respects the situation. Someone who sees it as helping, not as something dirty.”
 
Preeti gave her a small, grateful smile.
 
“I hope so. Because I can’t watch Shikha suffer like this anymore. This time I’m taking charge. I’ll handle the conversations, the arrangements, everything. She’s already been through enough.”
 
The two friends sat in thoughtful silence for a moment, the rain softly tapping against the windows outside, their glasses almost empty.
 
Preeti looked at Simran and raised her glass again.
 
“To figuring this out… and to not fucking it up this time.”
 
Simran clinked her glass against Preeti’s.
 
“To figuring this out.”
 
They both took a long sip, the conversation hanging heavy but comforting between them.
 
Bhola returned from the market about twenty minutes later, carrying a packet of hot dal vada fry. The drizzle had turned into light rain, and he was a little wet — his T-shirt clung slightly to his chest and shoulders, and the front of his trousers had dark wet patches from the rain. The thin fabric of his pants had become semi-transparent in places, especially around the crotch. Even though his cock was in its natural soft state, the heavy, thick outline was clearly visible — a long, fat log resting against his thigh, the shape unmistakable. It looked impressive even when soft.
 
Preeti’s eyes flicked down for a brief second when he handed her the packet. She gave him a polite smile.
 
“Thank you, Bhola.”
 
Bhola nodded respectfully and went back to the kitchen to arrange the snacks on a plate.
 
Simran noticed the way Preeti had looked at him. A sharp, unexpected pang of jealousy twisted in her stomach. She quickly stood up.
 
“Come, Preeti. Let’s go upstairs to the balcony. It’s covered and we can talk properly.”
Preeti raised an eyebrow but followed with a knowing little smile.
 
They went upstairs. The balcony was sheltered from the rain, but distant thunder rumbled occasionally, and the cool, moist air felt refreshing after the stuffy living room. They sat on the comfortable outdoor chairs with their drinks.
 
The moment they were alone, Preeti leaned in with a playful grin.
 
“Simran, don’t mind me saying this… but Bhola looked a bit hard just now, didn’t he? That outline in the wet pants was quite something.”
 
Simran’s cheeks flushed instantly.
 
“No, no… he isn’t. It’s just the rain making the fabric stick.”
 
Preeti laughed softly, taking a sip.
 
“How do you know? Did you look at his crotch area?”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in protest.
 
“Of course not! Preeti, you are mad.”
 
Preeti kept teasing, clearly enjoying her friend’s discomfort.
 
“No seriously, Simran. He really looked hard. Because of the rain, the outline was showing clearly in those wet pants. That thing is packing.”
 
Simran shook her head firmly, trying to sound convincing.
 
“He was not. Trust me.”
 
The moment the words “trust me” left her mouth, Preeti’s eyes sharpened with interest.
“Trust me? What do you mean by that?”
 
Simran froze for a split second, realizing her slip.
 
“Nothing… tell me about your life instead.”
 
Preeti took another slow sip, then looked straight at her friend with a mischievous, knowing smile.
 
“Simmu… did you see his dick?”
 
Simran was shocked. She stared at Preeti, mouth slightly open.
 
Preeti’s smile grew wider.
 
“You did, didn’t you?”
 
Simran’s heart raced. She tried to deny it, but the way Preeti was looking at her made it impossible to lie convincingly.
 
“Preeti… it’s not like that…”
 
Preeti leaned closer, voice low and teasing but warm.
 
“Come on, bestie. You can tell me. I already know he sucks your boobs for milk. Seeing his dick is the next logical step, isn’t it? So… how big is it really? Was the outline accurate, or is it even bigger when it’s hard?”
 
Simran’s face was burning red now. She looked away, biting her lip, but a small, embarrassed smile tugged at her mouth.
 
The conversation had suddenly become much more dangerous… and much more exciting.
 
Preeti kept pressing gently, her voice warm but insistent.
 
“Simran… come on. You know you can tell me anything. I’m not going to judge you. I already know he sucks your boobs for milk. Just tell me about his dick. How big is it really?”
 
Simran fidgeted, cheeks burning. She took another sip of her drink for courage, then finally gave in, her voice low and shy.
 
“Okay… fine. It’s huge, Preeti. Like… you would see in porn movies. It’s thick — more than my wrist. And long… almost as long as my forearm. When it gets fully hard, it stands straight up like an iron rod. It’s scary how big it is.”
 
Preeti’s eyes widened, but she kept her tone supportive and curious.
 
“Tell me everything. Don’t hold back.”
 
Simran hesitated, then the words started pouring out in a rush, excited but still embarrassed.
 
“I can’t… it feels so wrong to even say it out loud."

" Nothing is wrong, we are friends — tell me.”
 
Simran took a deep breath.
 
“It gets even bigger, Preeti… when he sucks my boobs. He becomes like an animal — sucking so hard, so greedily. But he thinks he is just helping me. He makes me orgasm just by sucking my tits. I told you that before. And then I noticed the tent in his pants… it’s huge, Preeti. So obvious. It pushes the fabric out like it wants to tear through.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Preeti leaned in, genuinely fascinated and a little shocked.
 
“Wow… Simran, I won’t judge you at all. Especially after everything you’ve been through with the milk and the pain. It must be so difficult. But this is scary even to listen to. A person with such a huge dick as you say… and he sucks your boobs every day? What if he forces you someday? What if one day he loses control?”
 
Simran shook her head quickly, almost defensively.
 
“No, no, Preeti… it can never happen. It can never happen, I swear on my life. I trust him. He is innocent. He really thinks he is just helping me with the milk. He never crosses the line unless I let him.”
 
Preeti gave her a long, thoughtful look.
 
“That’s a big word — trust, Simran. I hope you know what you are doing. Actually… I understand you have no other option right now. The pump wasn’t enough, Ravi can’t do it… I’m surprised your boobs make so much milk though. It’s like your body is in overdrive.”
 
Simran waved her hand, still blushing.
 
“Chhor na… jo hai so hai. You tell me what to do about your problem instead.”
 
Preeti went silent. She took a slow sip of her drink, staring out at the dark, wet balcony. Simran also fell quiet, sipping her own drink. For a few seconds, both women sat lost in their thoughts, the distant thunder rumbling softly.
 
Then, almost at the same time, they looked at each other.
 
“Yes,” Preeti said.
 
“No,” Simran said at the exact same moment.
 
They both laughed nervously.
 
Preeti spoke first, leaning forward with determination.
 
“Simmu, listen to me…”
 
Simran immediately shook her head, eyes wide.
 
“No, Preeti… you know what you are saying? You are mad!”
 
Preeti didn’t back down.
 
“I am not mad. It’s the perfect choice.”
 
Simran’s voice rose slightly, a mix of shock and disbelief.
 
“Perfect choice? Preeti, are you hearing yourself? You want to use Bhola for… for that? For Shikha? No way. Absolutely not.”
 
Preeti held up her hand, trying to calm her.
 
“Just hear me out. Think about it logically. He is already involved with you in a very intimate way. He knows about your milk, he is discreet, he lives in your house, he is loyal to you. He is strong, healthy, and from what you just described… very well-endowed. Biologically, he sounds perfect. And most importantly — he is already under your control. You can set the rules. No emotions, no complications, just the act for the baby.”
 
Simran stared at her, mouth slightly open.
 
“Preeti… this is insane. He is my servant. He sucks my breasts every day for milk. Now you want him to… to have sex with Shikha? To put that huge thing inside her? What if he catches feelings? What if Ravi finds out? What if Shikha gets attached? This is too dangerous.”
 
Preeti sighed but kept her tone calm and persuasive.
 
“I know it sounds crazy. But right now, I don’t see any other safe option. Random strangers are risky. Arjun almost destroyed his own relationship. Bhola is already in your life. You trust him. You said he never crosses the line unless you allow it. We can control everything — when, how, how many times. It could be clinical. Just for the baby. Nothing more.”
 
Simran shook her head again, but her voice was less certain now.
 
“I… I don’t know, Preeti. It feels wrong. He is mine… I mean, he helps me. I can’t just lend him to Shikha like that.”
 
Preeti gave her a gentle, knowing smile.
 
“Exactly. He is already helping you. Maybe he can help us too. Just think about it. That’s all I’m asking.”
 
The two friends sat in charged silence, the weight of Preeti’s suggestion hanging heavily between them as the cool night air blew across the balcony.
 
Preeti took a slow sip of her drink, then looked straight at Simran with calm determination.
 
“It’s not for Shikha,” she said quietly. “I will be the one.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock.
 
“Preeti… what?”
 
Preeti nodded, her voice steady but soft.
 
“I will carry the baby. I’ve decided. Shikha has been through enough. Her mental health is already breaking. I can’t watch her suffer anymore. So this time… it will be me.”
Simran stared at her best friend, trying to process the words.
 
“Preeti… you can’t be serious.”
 
“I am serious,” Preeti replied. “And I know you will do it for me. Because if the roles were reversed, I would do it for you without thinking twice. That’s what we are — we take care of each other.”
 
Simran shook her head, her voice rising with disbelief and worry.
 
“Preeti, you don’t understand. He is a kid… but a kid who has a huge, huge dick. You have not seen it the way I have. It will tear you apart. It’s not normal. It’s thicker than my wrist. When it gets fully hard, it stands straight up like a pole. I’m telling you — it’s scary.”
 
Preeti leaned forward, her expression softening. She reached out, gently cupped Simran’s face with both hands, and kissed her softly on the lips — a tender, reassuring smooch that lasted a few seconds.
 
“I need him, Simmu,” she whispered against her lips. “I need that monster.”
 
Simran pulled back slightly, breathing deep and shaky. She looked overwhelmed.
“I… I need time to understand this. It’s too much to process right now.”
 
Preeti gave her a patient smile and took another sip.
 
“Okay. Take your time. But tell me one thing truthfully.”
 
She paused, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
 
“Did you see that thing? Like… really see it?”
 
Simran’s voice dropped to a whisper.
 
“Yes.”
 
Preeti’s eyes widened.
 
“No, no — I mean really, really. Outside the pants. Erect. Saluting you. Standing tall and proud.”
 
Simran’s voice became even quieter, almost embarrassed.
“…Yes.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Preeti let out a high-pitched, squeaky “O M G” — one syllable at a time, dragging it out dramatically.
 
“O… M… G… Simmu!”
 
Then she leaned in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
 
“Tell me you didn’t touch it.”
 
Simran didn’t say anything. She just looked down at her glass, cheeks burning.
 
Preeti’s mouth fell open.
 
“Simmu… did you guys fuck?”
 
Simran’s head snapped up in shock.
 
“Shhhhh… Preeti, are you crazy?! No! No, we didn’t!”
 
Preeti raised both hands in surrender, laughing softly.
 
“Okay, okay… understood. So you haven’t fucked him yet.”
 
She paused, then added with a wicked little smile:
 
“Then you guys need to do it fast. Because unless you do it with him first, he won’t do it with me for sure.”
 
Simran stared at her, completely stunned.
 
“Preeti… you are a crazy fucking ass. I just told you — Bhola just helps me to relieve myself. That’s all.”
 
Preeti finished her sentence for her with a playful grin.
 
“And you need to fuck him. Yes. You need to fuck him soon. Because your friend needs a baby from that monster hanging between his legs.”
 
Simran looked at her best friend in utter disbelief, her mouth opening and closing without sound. The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle outside, but the conversation on the balcony had become far more stormy than the weather.
 
Preeti simply raised her glass again, still smiling.
 
“To best friends who help each other… even when it involves monster cocks.”
 
Simran could only shake her head, half-laughing, half-horrified, as the weight of Preeti’s words settled between them.
 
 
Bhola came back from the market a little wet from the light drizzle. His T-shirt clung slightly to his chest, and the front of his pants had dark wet patches, especially around the crotch. Even though his cock was in its natural soft state, the heavy, thick outline was clearly visible through the damp fabric — a long, fat log resting against his thigh, impossible to miss.
 
Preeti’s eyes flicked down immediately. She stared for a second longer than necessary, taking in the blatant shape of his massive soft cock.
 
Simran noticed. A sharp, unexpected jolt of jealousy twisted in her stomach. At the same time, she couldn’t help but think how beautiful he looked — like a powerful, young bull, strong and virile, water droplets still glistening on his skin.
 
Bhola placed the fresh dal vada fry and a glass of water on the table politely.
 
Preeti smiled at him sweetly.
 
“Thank you, Bhola.”
 
As he turned to leave, Preeti’s gaze dropped to his crotch again. Simran saw it clearly this time.
 
Once Bhola was gone, Preeti turned to Simran with a playful, slightly tipsy grin.
“Bhola kahan se ho tum?”
“Bhola, where are you from?”
 
Bhola paused at the doorway.
 
“Dholakpur, madam.”
 
Preeti raised an eyebrow, teasing.
 
“Achcha? Dholakpur ke log sabhi itne lambe hote hain?”
“Really? Are all people from Dholakpur so tall?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly, not fully understanding the double meaning.
 
“Nahi madam… pata nahi.”
 
Preeti laughed softly.
 
“Toh iska matlab tum hi ho Dholakpur ke sher…”
“So that means you are the lion of Dholakpur…”
 
Simran immediately intervened, feeling a rush of heat and possessiveness.
 
“Bhola tum chalo… madam mazak kar rahi hain.”
“Bhola you go… madam is joking.”
 
“Ji Bhabhi,” Bhola said obediently and went downstairs.
 
The moment he disappeared, Preeti turned to Simran with a wicked smile.
 
“‘Ji Bhabhi’…” she repeated, dragging the words out teasingly. “Oh my god, Simran… the way he says it. So obedient. So respectful. Like you already own him.”
 
Simran laughed and punched Preeti lightly on the arm.
 
“Preeti, you are impossible!”
 
Preeti took another sip of her drink, eyes sparkling.
 
“Bhabhi… you need to fuck that bull. Promise me.”
 
Simran’s smile faded instantly.
 
“Preeti… this is serious shit you are talking about.”
 
Preeti set her glass down and leaned forward, her tone turning more intense and persuasive.
 
“Okay, let’s talk maths here. I need a baby. And hence I need to get fucked by that man. He may be a boy on the outside, but his dick is not of this world. I need a child from that motherfucker.”
 
She paused, letting the words sink in.
 
“Now about you. You are already getting milked daily by that bull. The next logical step is to get impregnated by that bull as soon as possible. Because that’s what you need. We are women. We need bulls like him to satisfy us and then impregnate us. I, as a gyno, am telling you — that’s what is dictated by nature. Men are born to fuck us dry, but if we don’t get fucked by something like that monster hanging between his legs, then we are the biggest assholes of this world.”
 
Simran stared at her, stunned.
 
“I understand you must be worried about your marriage and all, so am I. But don’t worry, it won’t break your marriage.”
 
Simran’s voice came out shaky.
 
“Preeti, I understand what you are saying but it’s not that simple. Ravi is going to get shattered if he knows about this.”
 
Preeti cut in immediately, calm and matter-of-fact.
 
“Then don’t tell him.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Then… cheat?”
 
Preeti nodded without hesitation.
 
“It’s a medical and biological need. Simmu, you don’t get to enjoy everything. A sati savitri does not enjoy that thing. Either be a sati savitri, use a breast pump, and die of cancer in your condition… or use him for your biological needs.”
 
Simran looked conflicted, her voice cracking slightly.
 
“Then what about Ravi? How can I… I am not able to explain you.”
 
Preeti leaned in closer, her voice gentle but firm.
 
“You mean carry his baby, right? Do that concurrently with Ravi too. I have seen hundreds of cases like this in my clinic — women come to me for abortion. Ninety percent of them don’t do the abortion. They fuck their husbands, make them believe it’s theirs, and live happily ever after. Nature takes care of the rest. The baby looks like the husband because the husband raises it with love. No one ever knows.”
 
Simran sat there, speechless, the weight of Preeti’s words pressing down on her while the cool evening breeze blew across the balcony.
 
The conversation had gone from teasing to something far more dangerous and life-altering.
 
Simran sat frozen on the balcony chair, her glass of vodka-orange forgotten in her hand. Preeti’s words were still ringing in her ears — the casual, almost clinical way she had suggested using Bhola as a breeding bull for her baby. Simran’s mind was spinning. She desperately wanted to confess everything — that she had already gone much further than just letting him suck her tits. That she had sucked his massive cock twice now, that she had swallowed his thick, hot cum, that she had loved every filthy second of it, that she had knelt there like a desperate whore while he emptied his heavy balls into her mouth. But the words wouldn’t come out. It felt too raw, too shameful, too dangerous to admit even to her closest friend.
 
Preeti noticed the heavy silence and tilted her head.
 
“Simmu? You okay?”
 
Simran forced a small smile and nodded.
 
“Yeah… just processing. It’s a lot.”
 
Preeti was about to say something more when she suddenly checked her watch and sighed.
 
“I should get going. It’s getting late and the roads will be slippery after the rain.”
 
Simran nodded, but Preeti didn’t stand up immediately. Instead, she gave Simran a long, mischievous look.
 
“But before I go… I need to see that thing.”
 
Simran blinked, confused.
 
“What?”
 
Preeti leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
 
“Bhola’s dick. I need to see it. Even if it’s just a picture. I really need to see what we’re talking about.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock.
 
“Preeti… how can you even ask that? I can’t just take a picture of his… his cock and send it to you!”
 
Preeti gave her a pleading look, half-drunk and completely serious.
 
“I don’t know how else to do it. Please, Simmu. Just one picture. I need to know if it’s really as big as you say. I need to see it for myself before I make any decisions.”
 
Simran stared at her best friend, mouth slightly open, completely flustered.
 
“Preeti… how? I mean… that’s crazy. I can’t just—”
 
Preeti stopped her mid-sentence. She leaned forward, cupped Simran’s face gently with both hands, and kissed her softly on the lips. It was a slow, lingering kiss — warm, intimate, and persuasive. When she pulled back, she whispered against Simran’s lips:
“Please.”
 
Simran’s heart was pounding. She stared at Preeti for a long second, then let out a defeated, embarrassed laugh.
 
“Okay… fine. Now get the fuck out. Ass.”
 
Preeti grinned triumphantly. Both of them raised their glasses and did bottoms up, finishing the last of their vodka-orange in one go. The alcohol burned pleasantly down their throats.
 
They stood up, still laughing and teasing each other as they walked downstairs together. Bhola, hearing them, came out from the kitchen to see them off. He was still wearing the slightly damp T-shirt and pants from earlier, the heavy outline of his thick cock faintly visible even in its softer state.
 
Preeti glanced at it again as they reached the door. Simran noticed and felt another sharp pang of possessiveness mixed with strange excitement.
 
Bhola opened the main door and stepped outside with an umbrella to show light for Preeti to reach her car in the light drizzle.
 
Preeti turned to him with a sweet smile.
 
“Okay bye, Bhola. Thank you for the snacks.”
 
Then she looked back at Simran and gave her a quick, naughty wink — full of mischief and promise.
 
“Drive safe,” Simran called out.
 
Preeti waved, started the engine, and drove away into the wet night.
 
Simran stood at the door for a moment, watching the taillights disappear, her mind racing with everything that had just been said — and everything she still hadn’t confessed.
 
The night was far from over.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

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[bibmoh]

What a narration bro.love you.

[Sage_69]

After us, now even her friend is asking her to fuck Bhola. Hope to see her getting fucked everywhere in the house like a bitch.

[veeravaibhav]

Preeti changed simran mind to cheat on her husband. Awesome going.

[Habsi.]

Next dedo bhai

[lustyman69]

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Wow, just wow bro. It's a great story, you have made a top like #1 story on this platform. I have read so much other stories but this one hit different. I know where this story is going, just go with flow as you do. I have a simple request that - Simran should watch ' bhola and Pritti ' fucking each other and maybe join them later. It's just an idea. But again great update, great story. Waiting for next update.....

[sa9891]

Very hot story. Please update

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Next update will take some time. I have some personal work to finish. However, it will be ready as soon as possible. Simran is ready to cross all boundaries. What happens in such situations. I need some time for inspiration so that it can be played as near as possible to reality. Please do drop your comments about your experiences in stories or in real life. It will help me take hints for multiple aspects.

This last part about Preeti suddenly struck me yesterday after breakfast. I dont know how it will go ahead. But i am looking for hints and gut feelings. Happy reading people.

[Mukul@99]

Plot really works because of how well you've paced the story. Love the way you structured it with such a unique perspective. A story with heat and substance. Scenes hot and steamy, and the circumstances that lead to the scenes quite intricate. Highly entertaining & definitely immersive. You are a great storyteller. Thank you for the update.

[masud93]

So erotic,,,preeti +bhola ke beech hard fuck le aaw taake simran ko besabri se bhola se chudne je liye rahe,,,

[klipsd1234]

Hot hottest updates

[sexnsex2]

What an update, eagerly waiting for the next update. Just one request, Let Simran fuck with him first for 1/2 days, and then let simran request bhola about fucking preeti. And let Bhola fuck priti in simran's house.