Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“I know it sounds crazy… but think about it practically. If it’s the only way… and the man is good, respectful, someone who won’t complicate things… it could work. The child would still be ours. You would still be the mother. I would still be the father in every way that matters.”
 
Simran bit her lip, her mind racing. She could feel her nipples tightening again against the shirt, fresh milk slowly seeping out. Her pussy gave a helpless throb at the thought of Bhola doing exactly what Ravi was describing — coming to her every night, filling her, breeding her while Ravi slept in the same house.
 
She forced herself to stay calm.
 
“We’ll discuss this again later, okay?” she said gently, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, then his lips. “It’s late. Let’s not talk about it right now.”
 
Ravi nodded slowly, but she could see the question still burning in his eyes.
 
Simran turned onto her side, facing away from him, but pulled his arm around her waist so he was spooning her from behind. She pressed back against him, feeling his hardness against her ass, but her mind was somewhere else entirely.
 
She closed her eyes, heart still racing.
 
The conversation had just planted something very dangerous between them.
 
And she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop it.
 
They lay there for a minute in comfortable silence, his hand still on her waist, her mind spinning with everything she wasn’t saying.
 
Neither of them admitted the quiet, secret thrill the conversation was giving them.
 
Neither of them mentioned how the idea had started to feel less like an ancient custom and more like something dangerously real.
 
And Simran definitely didn’t tell him that she was already living her own version of Niyoga — right under his nose, for the last two days.
Simran kept her phone in her hands, the blue glow lighting her face softly in the dark room. She scrolled down a little further on the article, her thumb moving slowly.
 
Ravi said he is coming from the washroom. When he came back Simran said,
 
“Wait, there’s more,” she said quietly. “Listen to this…”
 
She cleared her throat and continued reading aloud, voice low and steady:
 
“‘Unlike modern IVF which is a one-time procedure, traditional Niyoga often required a sustained period. In many documented cases, the process took anywhere from two to six months. The texts emphasize that insemination must happen regularly — ideally every single day — and not just during the fertile window. Daily exposure to healthy sperm increases the chances significantly, as it keeps the reproductive environment consistently primed. The man was expected to perform the act with dedication, sometimes even twice a day if the woman’s body responded well.’”
 
She paused, letting the words hang in the quiet room.
 
Ravi shifted closer under the sheet, his leg brushing against hers.
 
“Every day?” he murmured, sounding genuinely surprised. “For months? That’s… intense.”
 
Simran nodded, pretending to be analytical.
 
“Yeah. For Preeti and Shikha, if they’re really serious about this, it’s not going to be one session and done. They might have to keep doing it for weeks, maybe even a couple of months. Every single day. Imagine that.”
 
Ravi was quiet for a few seconds. His hand had moved to rest on her hip now, fingers tracing small patterns on the nightie.
 
“Damn… that’s a big commitment. For all three of them. Arjun would basically have to be available every night. And Preeti would have to watch it happen again and again. Or maybe even help. That’s… a lot.”
 
Simran felt a slow heat bloom low in her belly. In her mind, she wasn’t picturing Preeti and Shikha at all.
 
She was imagining herself.
 
Lying in this same bed every night, gown open, legs spread, Bhola climbing over her in the dark. His massive cock sliding deep inside her while he sucked hard on her leaking tits at the same time. Every single night. For weeks. For months. Filling her again and again until her belly swelled with his child.