Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The Sword is mightier than the Cat
 
Preeti’s hand drifted down Shikha’s stomach, fingers idly stroking the soft skin just above her mound. 
“I wanted to use that huge dildo in the drawer,” she whispered, voice husky with regret. “I pictured it—stretching you open, making you scream my name while I fucked you senseless. But you came so hard, so fast… it took over everything. I couldn’t even reach for it.”
 
Shikha laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Preeti’s temple. 
“Next time. Promise.”
 
Preeti’s smile faded slightly. She propped herself on one elbow, looking down at Shikha with sudden seriousness. 
“Shikha… when Arjun comes… don’t enjoy it too much, okay?”
 
Shikha’s brows lifted, then softened. She cupped Preeti’s cheek. 
“Baby… it’s not enjoyment. Not like this. Not like us. Arjun is just… a tool. A means to reach the destination. He’s not the aim. There’ll be no kissing, no licking, no worshipping. No one touches me like you do. No one ever will.”
 
Preeti exhaled shakily, nodding, but her eyes were distant.
 
She didn’t tell Shikha the real reason for the warning.
 
Because deep down—buried under layers of self-control and deliberate avoidance—Preeti still loved cock.
 
Not just any cock.
 
She loved the thick, veined, pulsing kind. The kind that throbbed visibly under the skin, veins bulging like ropes along the shaft, the head swollen and angry-purple, leaking a fat pearl of precum at the slit. She imagined Arjun’s—though she’d never seen it—picturing it in graphic, shameful detail: at least eight inches long, girthy enough that her fingers wouldn’t meet around it, the shaft heavy and slightly curved upward, perfect to hit that deep spot inside. She saw the thick base ringed with dark, coarse hair, balls full and hanging low, swaying as he thrust. She imagined the way it would feel sliding between her lips—hot, salty, stretching her jaw wide—then pushing past her gag reflex until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, throat convulsing around him while tears leaked from her eyes. She pictured the moment he’d pull out, strings of spit and precum connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head, only to slap that heavy cock against her cheek—once, twice—marking her before plunging back in.
 
The fantasy made her clit throb again, even after two shattering orgasms.
 
She hated how much she wanted it.
 
She had forced herself away from men for years because one look at a big, veined cock turned her into something feral—mindless, drooling, willing to beg on her knees just to feel it stretch her open, pound her until she couldn’t walk, until her pussy gaped and leaked his cum down her thighs. She had come to hate that version of herself—the slave to cock—and so she had locked that door.
 
But now, with Arjun so close to entering their lives, the door was creaking open again.
 
Preeti squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the fresh pulse of arousal between them.
 
She loved Shikha more than anything.
 
But gods help her… she still dreamed of cock.
 
Preeti lay there in the afterglow, her body still buzzing, but as Shikha shifted slowly above her—straddling her hips with deliberate grace—the embers reignited. Shikha’s hands cupped Preeti’s heavy, sweat-slick breasts, lifting their weight with a possessive squeeze, thumbs brushing the still-sensitive nipples. Without a word, Shikha lowered her mouth to one swollen peak, lips parting to take the dark, erect nipple inside—sucking gently at first, then harder, cheeks hollowing as her tongue swirled in wet, insistent circles.
 
“Mmm… aaahhh…” Preeti moaned, arching her back involuntarily, the sound escaping raw and needy. In her mind, the fantasy lingered—Arjun’s imagined cock, thick and veined, pulsing hot against her thigh, the girth stretching her open as she imagined sinking down onto it, inch by throbbing inch. But Shikha, oblivious, assumed the moans were for her—smiling against the skin as she sucked deeper, teeth grazing the nipple just enough to sting.
 
Encouraged, Shikha switched to the other breast, grabbing both now—squeezing the soft, full globes together like ripe fruit, her mouth alternating between them with hungry pulls. “You like that, baby? Moan for me…” she whispered, voice muffled against Preeti’s flesh.
 
Preeti’s hips bucked slightly— “Aahhh… yes… oh god…” —her pussy clenching around nothing, fresh arousal leaking down her thighs. The sucking sent jolts straight to her core, but the cock craving amplified it, making her clit throb with unmet need.
 
Shikha’s tongue started flickering now—quick, teasing lashes across the hardened nipples, alternating left and right in rapid succession. Flick… suck… flick… bite. Each snap of her tongue was like a spark, electric current racing down Preeti’s spine, pooling hot and wet between her legs. Preeti’s hands tangled in Shikha’s hair, pulling her closer— “Aaahhh… harder… aaaahhh…” —her body charging again, nipples aching deliciously under the assault, breasts heaving with every breath.
 
Sensing Preeti’s building desperation, Shikha slid one hand downward—fingers trailing over the soft plane of her stomach, dipping into the slick valley between her thighs. She parted Preeti’s swollen lips with two fingers, exposing the dripping entrance and throbbing clit, then plunged inside—two fingers at first, curling deep to hit that spongy front wall.
 
“Fuuuck… aaaahhh!” Preeti cried, hips grinding up to meet the thrusts.
 
Shikha kept sucking—mouth latched onto one tit, tongue flickering wildly over the nipple while her hand pumped steadily below: in… out… curl… twist. The wet squelch of fingers fucking Preeti’s soaked pussy filled the room—sloppy, obscene—mixed with Preeti’s escalating moans: “Aahhh… Shikha… deeper… aaaahhh… yesyesyes…”
 
Preeti’s orgasm built fast—coiled tight in her belly, radiating from her sucked nipples down to her fingered cunt. Shikha added a third finger, stretching her wide, thumb circling the clit in firm, slick pressure while her mouth pulled hard on the breast, teeth nipping the nipple just as the wave crested.
 
Preeti shattered—back bowing off the bed, pussy clamping down on Shikha’s fingers like a vice, a guttural “AAAAHHHH… COMING… aaaahhh!” ripping from her throat as she squirted in hot, pulsing jets, soaking Shikha’s hand and wrist, drenching the sheets beneath them.
 
Shikha didn’t stop—fingers slowing but still stroking through the spasms, mouth gently suckling the nipple until Preeti collapsed, trembling, spent once more.
 
Preeti lay sprawled on the bed, chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths, skin flushed and glistening. 
“Aaahhh… please… stop… you’re killing me…” she gasped, half-laughing, half-pleading, one hand weakly pushing at Shikha’s shoulder.
 
Shikha lifted her head from Preeti’s breast with a wet pop, lips swollen and shiny. She crawled up slowly, pressing one last deep, languid kiss to Preeti’s mouth—tongues sliding, tasting each other—then pulled away with a soft “mmm” and rolled off the bed.
 
Preeti watched, dazed, as Shikha padded naked toward the bathroom. That magnificent ass—heart-shaped, plush, jiggling with every step—swung hypnotically, cheeks parting just enough to flash the shadowed cleft between them. Preeti sighed, low and reverent. 
“God… how are you so fucking sexy…”