Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Gadhe ka Lund
 
Bhola: Let us understand this character a bit more with a magnifying glass because he is like a shadow in this house and is never registered as present but his absence is always felt because he is ensuring no one needs something in the house, especially Simran these days. Bhola’s village as already told before had a specific speciality of making a potent powder which when consumed actually increased the libido of male or female to a very high extent. To some people it also increases the productivity of semen thereby increasing the chances of pregnancy. In females, which is an even more complicated setup, as it can give birth to life, has a completely different effect. It rewires the brain to always want more copulation, thereby increasing chances of pregnancy, produces more glow to the body by increasing the breast size, attracting males, and also increases milk production to a very high extent to not only feed the baby but to feed her partner too who in turn on drinking that milk will have increased libido to have copulation and now you know the cycle is kind of never ending.
 
Now one day while Bhola was in his village home he observed, infact heard moans from his brother’s room, thereby peeping and seeing his Bhabhi having sex with his brother. Now all this is something natural, but what he observed was this engagement went on for quite sometime, to the extent that he was having sex for at least an hour before getting an orgasm. He tried to think what might be the reason for such a stamina but could never find his brother consuming anything special. Then one day he noticed his Komal Bhahi having a spoon of that powder by mixing it in the milk and then consuming it. But it was random or so he thought. It was not. Komal was having it for 7 days every three months. This was enough for the cycle of copulation, cucking milk and then again copulation again and again for atleast three months. Anyways, Bhola saw all this and that’s why he asked his Bhabhi about helping Simran and that’s why Komal helped him and since Simran had a miscarriage, Komal thought giving her the powder two times for 7 days each after a gap of two weeks will help Simran to get pregnant again. Instead it kick started the milk production first as her body was thinking her baby is already born as explained by Preeti also.
 
The twist in the drama is not over here for Bhola. Bhola had also consumed the powder for quite a few days while he was in his village but since he was not having a partner he didn’t get a chance to start the cycle. He was not into the “handsome” business and hence he more often than not spent that energy in doing rural strengthening exercises including a lot of village wresting etc for 2 years. But now he left all that. The twist is if a male does not involve himself with another female to dissipate that energy, he instead gains in strength of withholding orgasm, in addition his organ also considerably increases in length and girth. Ofcourse a man wont become an elephant, if you know what I mean, but he might actually turn into a donkey. But this sideeffect, if you want to call it a side effect, is not known to anyone, not even Bhola, because he never compared size of dicks with anyone and neither his sister in law because no one came to her alone to consume this. So this natural calamity will burst one day. Who knows when.
 
Now coming back to present day.
 
 
Bhola
 
Since the day Simran's accident had shattered the fragile peace of the house, Bhola had taken on even more without a word—cooking lighter meals to tempt her appetite, keeping the floors spotless to prevent any slips, even handling the most intimate chores that no one else seemed to notice or mind. The laundry had always been his domain, a quiet ritual that blurred the lines between servant and family. Simran's panties and bras were no exception; he gathered them from the bathroom floor or the hamper, soaked them gently in soapy water if needed, then fed them into the washing machine on the delicate cycle. Once clean and sun-dried on the discreet balcony line (hidden from neighbors' eyes), he folded them with careful precision—panties into neat squares, bras hooked and stacked—and placed them back in her undergarment drawer, nestled among the lace and cotton like secrets he was trusted to keep.
 
It had become the norm because it was convenient. Simran and Ravi were busy with their lives, their grief, their recoveries; who else would do it? Simran had felt a faint unease at first—years ago, when Bhola first took over after the old maid left—but it was already too late to change. Telling him now, after all this time, to stop drying her panties would feel scandalous, awkward. There was only one drying spot in the flat—the balcony—and separating her intimates would mean explaining, drawing attention to something that had slipped into silent acceptance. For Bhola, it wasn't perversion; it was connection. Touching the soft fabrics that had clung to her body felt like a quiet bond, a way to care for his Bhabhi without words. Scandalous to an outsider, perhaps—imagining a young village man handling the sheer lace thongs or the padded bras still warm from her skin—but for him, it was duty, devotion. Not yet anything more.
 
That afternoon, as he collected the discarded nightie, dry towel, and panties from the bathroom floor, he noticed the anomalies without judgment. The bra—still hooked and damp across the cups, as though soaked from the inside—lay abandoned near the sink. The panties were stained, not with the usual faint marks of daily wear, but something slicker, more pronounced, carrying a subtle, musky scent that lingered on his fingers. He didn't think much of it—what was it to him? Bhabhi's body, Bhabhi's secrets. He simply bundled them with the rest, carried the basket downstairs to the utility area, and started the wash.
 
But unconsciously, as the machine hummed to life, his mind drifted back to the powder. Incidentally, Komal also called at the same time. “Bhabhi namaste”.
 
"Bhola? Sab theek hai?"
 
"Ji, Bhabhiji," he replied quietly, glancing around to ensure the house was empty. "Bhola kaise hai teri Simran Bhabhi?”
 
“Ji, wo pehle se bahot khush hai, mujhe lagta hai aapki medicine kaam kar gayi.”
 
Komal was confused. She asked, eagerly, “Khush matlab? Dhang se bata na.”
 
“Matlab Bhabhi wo sabhi kaam mein man lagta hai unka, office ka kaam bhi kar rahi hai, Sahib ke saath bhi bahot sahi reh rahe hai”
 
Komal, wanted to know that whether Simran’s sex drive has increased or not, but she didn’t know how to ask. Still she said..
 
“Bhola, Simran Bhabhi ke chehre mein koi badlav aya hai?”
 
“Ji, wo kafi chamakti hai.”
 
Komal thought this glow is because of sex. She said, “Ok Bhola koi problem hota hai to batana mujhe. Aur baki kaisa hai tu?”
 
“Bhabhi sab bariya koi problem nehi, waise wo powder ke liye bahot bahot shukriya. Ghar mein matav ka mahaul tha, abhi sab thik ho gaya hai.”
 
She paused, then said, “Bhola, wo powder kuch nehi, bus logo mein ichcha honi chahiye, tujhe bhi kabhi mushkil ho to tub hi use aajmake dekh sakta hai. But waise wo mard ke liye zarurat nehi hai, sirf aurat ko hi dena chahiye. Waise lene ke liye koi bhi le sakta hai. But tujhe abhi nehi chahiye, samjha.” And smiled and the after sometime finished the call.
 
He has a jar of that powder now, initially he had just a pouch but after first week he had gone home again to get a jar of the same. Bhola already knew it does not matter if he consumes it, it has no effect on him, or so he thought.
 


Author
 
Now, I am sure you guys have definitely heard about the Adam and Eve story—how one bite from the Apple changed the future of humanity forever, unleashing knowledge, desire, and all the messy consequences that come with tasting the forbidden. Similarly, this was going to happen with this family and some more in the near future as well. The powder, like that fateful fruit, had been offered in innocence, but its effects were ripening fast—stirring hungers that couldn't be unbitten, unlocking doors that led to darker garden as you know how. When? Time will only decide. So sit tight and relax… and don't forget about keeping one hand free. You know why.
 
Btw just because you think you know what is in the script now, don’t underestimate my imagination. Its creepy and sick. It will give you what you want, but then you might never be able to come out of it.