Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She wanted to touch herself so badly. Just slip a hand between her legs, rub one quick circle over her clit, come silently while Ravi slept. But she didn't. She kept her hands fisted in the pillow instead.
 
Let Bhola suffer tonight, she told herself. Let him lie there hungry. Let him dream about these tits the way she was dreaming about his mouth.
 
She finally closed her eyes, forcing her breathing to slow.
 
Tomorrow she would see how long he could last before he broke and came looking for her first.
 
Simran had just switched off the bedside lamp when Ravi rolled onto his side, facing her in the dark. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the faint sound of crickets outside. She could feel the warmth of his body close to hers under the thin sheet.
 
“By the way,” he said softly, voice still a little sleepy, “what happened with Shikha and Preeti’s plan? The whole natural insemination thing with Arjun? Did they go through with it or drop the idea?”
 
Simran’s heart gave a small, guilty skip. She kept her tone light, casual, like it was just another piece of gossip.
 
“I don’t know yaar. I haven’t asked them yet. I’ll message Preeti tomorrow morning and find out. She usually tells me everything, but we haven’t spoken properly.”
 
 
Ravi’s hand rested on Simran’s waist under the sheet, his thumb tracing slow circles on her bare skin as they lay facing each other in the dark. The conversation about Niyoga had been hanging between them like thick smoke.
 
“Hmm,” he murmured, voice low and thoughtful. “It’s such a wild concept, no? Niyoga and all that ancient stuff. On one hand it sounds so practical — if the husband can’t give a child, why not let a strong, healthy man help? But on the other hand…”
 
He let the sentence trail off, eyes searching hers in the dim light.
 
Simran’s heart skipped. She kept her expression soft, but inside her mind was spinning. Her body was still humming from the kitchen — tits heavy and leaking again, pussy still slick and aching from the denied orgasm.
 
She turned fully toward him, resting her head on the pillow so their faces were close.
 
“I was thinking the same,” she whispered. “In the old days it was accepted, right? No shame, no drama. The child still belonged to the family. But today… people would lose their minds if they knew. Still, if both the wife and husband are okay with it, and it’s just for the baby, not for… you know, emotions or anything… then maybe it’s not that bad?”
 
Ravi nodded slowly. His hand slid lower, resting on the curve of her hip. He was quiet for a long moment, then spoke again, his voice suddenly softer, almost hesitant.
 
“Simran… since I can’t give you a child… would you ever consider something like that? Like what Preeti and Shikha are doing?”
 
Simran froze. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise and shyness. She pulled back slightly, searching his face in the darkness.
 
“What… what do you mean?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper, cheeks already burning.
 
Ravi swallowed hard, clearly struggling to say the words.
 
“I mean… someone helping us. Like Arjun is helping Preeti. A decent man. Someone we trust. Just for the baby. Nothing more.”
 
The words hung heavy in the air between them.
 
Simran’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. For a split second her mind flashed to Bhola — his mouth latched onto her tits just minutes ago, the way he had sucked her so hungrily, the thick bulge of his cock pressing against her while she almost came on him.
 
She shook her head quickly, looking down, suddenly very shy.
 
“Of course not, Ravi,” she said softly, almost too quickly. “That’s… that’s different. We’re not in that situation.”
 
Ravi didn’t let it drop. His hand gently squeezed her hip.