Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi nodded like a man sleepwalking, stood up on wobbly legs and shuffled toward the bathroom. Simran watched him go, heart doing a strange little flip. Relief that he hadn't noticed anything. Guilt that she was hiding so much. And underneath it all, that low, steady throb between her legs that hadn't gone away since Bhola emptied her.
 
She came back down. Bhola was already wiping the dining table clean.
 
"Bhabhi, table lagaa doon?"
("Bhabhi, should I set the table?")
 
"Haan, laga do," she said, voice soft. "Ravi abhi aayega."
("Yes, set it," she said softly. "Ravi will be here any moment.")
 
They set everything quietly. Hot rotis in the casserole, chicken curry, steaming dal, sabzi, raita, salad. The smell filled the house, normal and comforting. Ravi came down ten minutes later, hair wet, wearing a fresh t-shirt and track pants. He still looked half-asleep but managed a tired smile.
 
"Smells amazing," he said, dropping into his chair.
 
Lunch was quick and quiet. Ravi ate like a man who hadn't had proper food in twenty-four hours, praising the food between big bites. Simran sat across from him, smiling, serving him extra roti, acting like the perfect wife. Bhola hovered in the background, refilling water glasses, clearing plates the moment they were empty.
 
When the plates were finally cleared, Ravi pushed his chair back and rubbed his eyes.
 
"Yaar, abhi bhi neend aa rahi hai. Office ke couch pe sirf do ghante soya tha. Thoda rest kar loon?"
("Yaar, I'm still feeling sleepy. I only slept for two hours on the office couch. Can I rest a bit?")
 
Simran nodded immediately.
 
"Jaao, so jao. Kal Saturday hai, Monday tak tum ghar pe hi rahoge. Aaram kar lo."
("Go, sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday, you'll be home till Monday. Take some rest.")
 
He stood, gave her a sleepy kiss on the cheek, and trudged back upstairs. Within minutes the house was quiet again except for the low hum of the fan and the faint clink of dishes as Bhola washed up in the kitchen.
 
Simran stayed at the table for a moment, staring at the empty chair where Ravi had been sitting. Her breasts were again filled up and the rest of her body was still humming, restless. Its been quite sometime since the last session. She glanced toward the kitchen doorway.
 
Bhola was drying his hands, looking straight at her.
 
Their eyes met.
 
No words. She got up and picked the glass from the table, filled it up with water from the RO and drank. After that she kept it at the counter and stood still thinking something.
 
Bhola was reading her like an open book. Without a word he reached up with his free hand and hooked a finger under the left strap. He tugged it down in one smooth pull, but the fabric resisted, bunched awkwardly because the right strap was already hanging loose on her arm. Simran's breath hitched and she gasped with surprise as he worked it lower, fingers brushing the slope of her breast, knuckles grazing the sensitive skin until the strap finally slipped past her shoulder.
 
Both tits spilled free now, heavy and flushed, nipples dark and standing stiff in the kitchen air. The nightie hung useless around her waist like a forgotten belt. Thanks God, it didn’t fall down completely because of her wide hips. At least not yet.
 
He cupped them both at once, big palms spreading wide, fingers sinking into the soft undersides. He lifted them slightly, thumbs brushing the outer curves, then squeezed hard enough to make the flesh bulge between his digits. Milk beaded instantly at both tips again, slow creamy drops rolling down the rounded swells.
 
Bhola dipped his head and took the left nipple deep into his mouth. No teasing this time. He sucked hard from the start, cheeks hollowing, pulling with steady, insistent force. Milk flooded his tongue in thick pulses. He swallowed fast but some still leaked out the corners of his lips, trickling warm down his chin and dripping onto her collarbone.
 
Simran couldn't moan properly. She pressed her lips tight together, letting out only sharp little gasps through her nose, each one trembling. Her hands gripped the counter edge so hard her knuckles turned white. Every deep suck sent a jolt straight to her clit, making her thighs quiver, but she couldn't move, couldn't grind, couldn't do anything except stand there and let him take.