Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He closed his eyes, trying to will the hardness away, but the moment the darkness settled behind his lids the images rushed in.
 
No face. No voice. Just endless tits.
 
Huge, swollen, leaking. They floated in front of him like ripe fruit hanging low on branches, nipples dark and dripping, milk running in slow white rivers down curved undersides. He reached out in the dream and caught one, squeezed it hard. Milk sprayed in a forceful arc, splashing across his chest, his face, his open mouth. He latched on immediately, sucking deep, cheeks hollowing as thick cream filled him faster than he could swallow. It spilled from the corners of his lips, ran down his chin, soaked his kurta until the fabric clung wetly to his skin.
 
He released that one and another appeared right beside it, even bigger, even fuller. He grabbed it with both hands, lifted it to his mouth, sucked again. More milk, hotter this time, sweeter. He switched to the next, then the next. Hundreds of them now, surrounding him, pressing against his face, his chest, his arms. Soft flesh everywhere, nipples brushing his lips, milk pouring over him in warm streams. He sucked one after another, hands squeezing, thumbs rolling fat nipples, pulling them long and letting them snap back with wet little pops. Milk rained down on him, coated his hair, dripped into his eyes, filled his mouth until he was gulping, choking on the sweetness, drowning in it.
 
His hips jerked on the cot. The ache in his cock turned sharp, almost painful. He pressed the heel of his palm against the bulge without thinking, grinding once, twice, but it only made him groan low in his throat. He didn't stroke himself. He never did. That wasn't for him. That was for her. Only her.
 
The dream blurred. The tits multiplied, became a sea of soft, leaking flesh. He was swimming in it, sucking, drinking, squeezing, lost completely. Milk everywhere, on his tongue, in his nose, running down his neck, soaking the sheet beneath him in reality.
 
He didn't remember when sleep finally took him.
 
One moment he was drowning in endless breasts, the next everything went black.
 
When his eyes fluttered open hours later the fan was still turning, the room still hot, his pant still soaked at the front with pre-cum, cock still rigid and throbbing like it hadn't softened for a single second.
 
He lay there staring at the ceiling, breathing slow and heavy, confused and aching in a way he had never felt before.
 
He didn't know why his body was doing this.
 
He only knew one thing for certain.
 
Tomorrow he wouldn't wait for her to come to him.
 
He would find her first.
 
Good Morning
 
Bhola woke with a start when the first hint of morning light slipped through the small, barred window of his room. The fan was still creaking overhead, moving the same warm air around without cooling anything. He sat up on the cot, rubbed his face with both hands, and let out a long breath.
 
The dream had vanished the moment his eyes opened. No more floating tits, no more milk pouring over his skin, no more endless sucking. Just the usual morning quiet, the faint smell of last night's spices still hanging in the room, and the familiar stiffness in his joints from sleeping on the thin mattress.
 
He stood, stretched until his back popped, then walked to the tiny, attached bathroom. Cold water on his face, quick rinse of his mouth, a few splashes on his neck and chest. He changed into a fresh white kurta and pants, tied the drawstring tight, and ran wet fingers through his hair until it lay flat. Routine. Comfortable. Safe.
 
By the time he reached the kitchen, the dream was completely gone. He lit the gas, set the kettle on, started rolling out dough for parathas, chopped onions and green chillies with the same steady rhythm he always used. His body felt normal again. The painful hardness that had kept him awake half the night was gone now, softened sometime before dawn. He hummed a half-remembered tune from the village as he worked, focused on getting breakfast ready before Sahib and Bhabhi came down.