Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi was right on the edge—breath ragged, hand pumping furiously under the desk, the JAV wife’s screams echoing in his headphones as the father-in-law pounded her relentlessly. His cock throbbed, balls tight, release seconds away—
 
Knock knock knock.
 
The sharp rap on his office door jolted him like ice water. Lunch break was over—he hadn’t even noticed the time. Panic surged. He slammed the laptop shut, yanked his hand free, and straightened his pants as best he could—the bulge still obscene, cock straining against the fabric. He took a deep breath, smoothed his shirt, and opened the door after a few agonizing seconds.
 
Mrs. Shehnaaz stood there—40 years old, senior accounts manager, the kind of colleague everyone respected but barely noticed. Normally, she was just… average. Neat beige salwar kameez, dupatta dbangd properly, glasses perched on her nose, hair in a simple bun. Pleasant face, no makeup, figure hidden under loose office wear—professional, unremarkable, the sort of woman who blended into meetings.
 
But today—through Ravi’s lust-fogged, post-porn eyes—she looked entirely different.
 
His gaze dropped involuntarily to her chest. The kameez, usually modest, seemed tighter somehow—the soft swell of her breasts pressing against the cotton, rising and falling with her breath, nipples faintly outlined as if the AC had chilled them. They weren’t huge, but full, mature, the kind that moved softly when she shifted. He imagined the weight of them in his hands, the way they’d spill over his palms.
 
His eyes traveled lower—past the dupatta—to her hips. The salwar hung loose, but when she turned slightly, the fabric pulled across her ass, revealing its surprising plumpness. Round, heavy, the cheeks filling out the seat in a way he’d never registered before—inviting, almost swaying as she stood there. *When did her ass get so… big? So fucking tempting?*
 
Ravi swallowed hard. *What the hell is happening to me?*
 
Mrs. Shehnaaz took off her glasses, cleaning them with the edge of her dupatta, oblivious to his stare. 
“Ravi, about the new expense approval policy—do you agree to the revised threshold for project-related travel claims? We need to finalize before the board review.”
 
Ravi blinked, mind still half in the video—father-in-law’s cock slamming deep. 
“What? Sorry… can you repeat that?”
 
She smiled patiently, repeating. 
“The finance team wants to raise the per-diem limit for outstation travel from 5,000 to 8,000 rupees, with manager pre-approval. It’ll streamline things, but some are worried about misuse. Your sign-off as project head would help push it through.”
 
Ravi nodded automatically, brain scrambling for normalcy. 
“Yeah… let’s put it up the chain in noting. Get it documented properly.”
 
Shehnaaz brightened. “That’s good. Smart. I’ll draft it and circulate.”
 
She turned to leave—and Ravi’s eyes locked on her ass again. The salwar shifted with her movement, fabric pulling tight across the plump, rounded cheeks—full, heavy, the kind that would jiggle softly with each step. Inviting. *Fuck… what if I grabbed it? Just once?*
 
Disgust hit him like a slap—*She’s 40. Married. Your colleague. What the fuck is wrong with you?*—but lust won, hot and insistent, cock twitching again in his pants.
 
He stopped her just as she reached the door. 
“Wait—Shehnaaz. Once the noting’s done… bring it to me first. So I can discuss it further before we put it up.”
 
She turned, smiling innocently. 
“Of course, Ravi. I’ll get it to you by evening.”
 
She left, door clicking shut.
 
Ravi sank back into his chair, hand drifting to his crotch again, the tingle now a full blaze.
 
The wire was live.
 
And it wasn’t going out.