Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She reached the kitchen counter and started pulling out the atta and vegetables, but her mind was still stuck on his words.
 
Do minute. Teen minute. Kitchen mein. Sofa pe. Jab bhi time mile.
("Two minutes. Three minutes. In the kitchen. On the sofa. Whenever time is available.")
 
The thought of quick, stolen sessions — Bhola slipping behind her while she chopped onions, lifting her nightie just enough, latching onto one breast and sucking hard for a few frantic minutes before Ravi walked in — made her belly cramp with fresh heat.
 
She glanced back over her shoulder. Bhola was already tying the kitchen towel around his waist, ready to help, looking as calm and normal as ever.
 
But she knew.
 
Three times a day was going to happen.
 
In bits and pieces. 
 
In every corner of the house. 
 
And every single time he said "chuchiyon ko choos lunga" (“I will suck your boobs”), she was going to blush like this all over again.
 
Simran turned toward the kitchen counter and started pulling out the rolling pin and a steel thali, but her movements were slow, distracted. She glanced back at Bhola, who was already standing near the sink, sleeves rolled up, ready to chop whatever she handed him. The air between them still felt thick, charged from everything they had just said and done.
 
She kept her voice low, almost casual, like she was discussing the menu.
 
"Ek baat suno, Bhola. Tum bhi check kar lena kabhi kabhi. Dekh lena Ravi kahin paas toh nahi hai. Agar woh safe ho, toh tum khud hi kar lena jab bhi chance mile. Mujhe har baar bolna mushkil ho jata hai."
("Listen to one thing, Bhola. You should also check sometimes. See if Ravi is nearby or not. If it's safe, then you yourself can do it whenever you get a chance. It becomes difficult for me to tell you every single time.")
 
Bhola paused with the knife in his hand, looking at her over his shoulder. He nodded slowly, like he had already been thinking the same thing.
 
"Ji Bhabhi, bilkul. Main khud hi dekh lunga. Jab bhi Ravi Sahib bahar kamre mein ya phone pe lage honge, ya so rahe honge, main check kar lunga. Aapko kuchh bolne ki zaroorat nahi. Jaise hi mujhe mauka milega, main aapko araam karwa dunga."
("Yes Bhabhi, absolutely. I'll keep an eye out myself. Whenever Ravi Sahib is in the other room or busy on the phone, or sleeping, I'll check. You won't need to say anything. As soon as I get a chance, I'll make sure you get your relief.")
 
Simran's fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. She could feel the heat creeping back into her face.
 
"Matlab... tum khud aa jaoge?"
("Meaning... you'll come on your own?")
 
"Haan Bhabhi. Aapko har baar ishara karne ki zaroorat nahi. Main samajh jaunga. Aap jab bhi uncomfortable dikho, ya aapke boobs phir se bhari lagein, main samajh jaunga. Phir jaldi se kisi corner mein le jaunga, ya yahin kitchen ke peeche, ya sofa ke paas. Do minute mein hi jitna ho sake utna doodh pee lunga. Aapko araam mil jayega."
("Yes Bhabhi. You won't need to signal every time. I'll understand. Whenever you look uncomfortable, or your boobs feel full again, I'll get it. Then I'll quickly take you to some corner, or right behind the kitchen. In just two minutes, I'll drink as much milk as possible. You'll get your relief.")
 
She swallowed hard. The way he said it, so plain and practical, made her thighs press together under the nightie.
 
"Aur agar Ravi achanak aa jaye toh?"
("And what if Ravi suddenly comes?")
 
"Toh main ruk jaunga. Bas ek second mein hat jaunga. Aap bas normal baat karte rehna. Main samajh jaunga. Par zyadatar toh main pehle hi check kar lunga. Aap fikar mat karo. Main hamesha dhyan rakhunga ki Sahib ko kuchh pata na chale."
("So I'll just stop. I'll pull away in just one second. You just keep talking normally. I'll understand. But mostly, I'll check beforehand anyway. Don't worry. I'll always make sure Sahib doesn't find out anything.")
 
Simran turned fully toward him now, leaning her lower back against the counter. The nightie pulled tight across her chest again, the damp spots still faintly visible.