Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Milk Maid
 
Simran sank down onto the sofa, legs folding under her, the thin blue nightie still sticking to her skin in places where milk had leaked earlier. Her breasts felt lighter now, soft and slightly tender, nipples still puffy under the damp cotton. She let out a long breath, head tipping back against the cushion, eyes half-closed.
 
Bhola came back from the kitchen holding a steel glass of water. The ice cubes clinked softly as he handed it to her.
 
"Paani pi lijiye, Bhabhi. Thak gayi hongi."
("Have some water, Bhabhi. You must be tired.")
 
She took the glass with both hands, fingers brushing his.
 
"Tu bhi paani pi le. Itna sab karne ke baad toh tu mujhse bhi zyada thak gaya hoga."
("You drink too. You must be more tired than me after all that.")
 
Bhola shook his head, a small smile tugging at his mouth.
 
"Nahi Bhabhi, bilkul nahi. Main toh bilkul theek hoon. Bahut saara doodh piya hai aapka, pet bhara hua hai abhi bhi."
("No Bhabhi, not at all. I'm completely fine. I drank so much of your milk, my stomach is still full right now.")
 
Simran's eyes flicked up to his face. She felt the heat rush into her cheeks instantly. She looked away quickly, lips pressing together to hide the shy smile that wanted to escape. Her fingers tightened around the cold glass.
 
After a moment she spoke again, voice soft.
 
"Phir se thank you, Bhola. Tune sach mein meri bahut madad ki. Main itne dard mein thi."
("Thank you again, Bhola. You really helped me. I was in so much pain.")
 
He sat down on the low stool across from her, elbows resting on his knees, looking at her with that same calm, earnest expression he always had.
 
"Bhabhi, aap shukriya mat bolo. Aapka doodh bahut meetha hai. Main toh din bhar pee sakta hoon. Bilkul chinta mat kijiye."
("Bhabhi, don't say thank you. Your milk is really sweet. I could drink it all day long. Don't worry at all.")
 
The words landed like a slow, warm touch between her legs. Simran's face burned hotter. She ducked her head, pretending to take another sip of water, but her ears were flaming. She could still taste the memory of his mouth on her, the way he had sucked so greedily, so thoroughly.
 
Bhola tilted his head a little, watching her.
 
"Kal jo honey aur tel wala mixture lagaya tha, usse araam mila? Koi dard toh nahi ab?"
("Did that honey and oil mixture I applied yesterday help? No pain now, right?")
 
She swallowed, then met his eyes for a second before looking down again.
 
"Bahut acha laga. Bilkul dard nahi hai ab."
("It felt really good. There's absolutely no pain now.")
 
He nodded, pleased.
 
"Aur pump se jo dard hota tha, usse compare karein toh kitna fark hai?"
("And compared to the pain that used to happen from the pump, how much difference is there?")
 
Simran's blush deepened. Basically, he is asking if his sucking her tits is better than the breast pump. She could feel it spreading down her neck, across her chest. Her voice came out small, almost a whisper.
 
"Bahut fark hai. Thank you."
("It has made a lot of difference. Thank you.")
 
Bhola's smile grew just a fraction wider, innocent and proud at the same time.
 
"Ji Bhabhi, mujhe bhi bahut acha lagta hai. Aapke boobs bahut naram hain, bilkul aam jaise. Aur doodh se bhare hue hain, jaise aam juice se bhara hota hai. Bas fark yeh hai ki aam ka juice khatam ho jata hai ek baar nichaalne ke baad, lekin aapke boobs kabhi khatam nahi hote. Doodh baar baar ban jata hai."
("Yes Bhabhi, I like it a lot too. Your boobs are so soft, just like mangoes. And they're full of milk, like a mango filled with juice. The only difference is that once you squeeze a mango, the juice finishes, but your boobs never run out. The milk keeps getting made again and again.")