Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran spoke again, voice quieter.
 
“Main kuch puchu tumse?”
("May I ask you something?")
 
Bhola nodded immediately. 
"Ji, Bhabhi."
 
She swallowed.
“Humein ye Ravi se abhi ke liye chupa ke rakhna hai. Mujhe nehi pata ki use ye main kaise samjha paungi. Abhi to nehi.” 
("We… need to keep this hidden from Ravi. I don’t know how to explain this to him. Not yet.")
 
Bhola raised a hand gently—stopping her mid-sentence.
 
"Bhabhi… main Sahib ke saamne ek shabd bhi nahi bolunga. Ek hint bhi nahi dunga. Kasam se. Aap bilkul be-fikr rahiye."
(Bhabhi... I won't say a single word in front of Sahib. I won't give even a hint. I swear. You don't worry at all.")
 
Simran exhaled—relief washing over her face. 
"Thank you."
 
Simran sat quietly for a moment longer, the lantern light flickering across her face.
 
She took a slow breath and asked one final question, voice barely above a whisper.
 
"Bhola… abhi bhukh lagi hai tumhe? Kyunki mujhe bahut dard ho raha hai."
("Bhola… are you hungry right now? Because I am in a lot of pain.")
 
Bhola’s eyes softened immediately. He leaned forward slightly, voice low and gentle.
 
"Bhabhi… please don’t worry at all. Main hamesha aapke doodh ke liye bhookha hoon. Yeh sabse sweet hai."
("Bhabhi... please don't worry at all. I am always hungry for your milk. It is the sweetest.")
 
Simran’s cheeks flushed crimson. She shook her head quickly, embarrassed laugh escaping despite the pain.
 
“Aisa mat bolo…”
("Don’t say that…")
 
Bhola smiled—small, earnest, no teasing in it.
 
"Sach mein, Bhabhi. Aapka doodh bahut hi mazedaar hai. Itna sweet, itna… nourishing."
("Really, Bhabhi. Your milk is so delicious. So sweet, so… nourishing.)
 
Simran bit her lip, a nervous chuckle slipping out. 
"Sheetaal se bhi?"
("Even better than Sheetal?")
 
Bhola’s smile widened just a fraction. 
 
"Sheetaal aapke saamne kuchh nahi hai, Bhabhi."
("Sheetal is nothing in front of you, Bhabhi.")
 
He paused, then continued softly. 
 
"Chinta mat kijiye. Aaj thoda chot laga hai aapko breast pump se. Mujhe dheere dheere doodh peene dijiye… kal se main ek malish karunga usse aur aaram milega."
("Don't worry. You felt a little hurt today with the breast pump. Let me drink the milk slowly... from tomorrow I will give you a massage and you will get more relief from it.")
 
Bhola leaned in a little closer, voice dropping low and careful, like he was sharing a village secret only meant for her ears.
 
“Bhabhi… kal se aapko roz malish ke baad main aise hi karunga. Pehle thoda tel lagakar scalp aur neck ko dheere dheere dabaoonga, jaise aaj kiya, taaki aap bilkul relax ho jao. Phir… jab aap ready hongi… main aapke boobs ko haath mein leke, ek-ek karke muh mein loonga. Dheere se shuru karunga, sirf nipple ko chus ke, phir dheere dheere poora aage se dabaoonga taaki doodh araam se nikle. Har baar ek taraf se poora khali karoonga, taaki dard na ho aur aapko sukoon mile. Agar aap chahein toh dono taraf se ek saath bhi kar sakta hoon, lekin aapki marzi. Bas aap bata dena kab aur kitni der tak… main wahi karoonga jo aapko achha lage.”
 
("Bhabhi... starting tomorrow, I'll do the same thing after your daily massage. First, I'll apply some oil and gently press your scalp and neck, just like I did today, so you're completely relaxed. Then... when you're ready... I'll take your breasts in my hands and put them in my mouth, one at a time. I'll start slowly, sucking just the nipples, then slowly press them all the way to the front so the milk comes out smoothly. I'll empty them completely from one side each time, so there's no pain and you're relaxed. If you want, I can do it from both sides simultaneously, but your wish. Just tell me when and for how long… I will do whatever you like.”)