Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi smiled and put an arm around her. “Yeah. Can’t seem to sleep anymore. You okay? You look a bit flushed.”
 
“I’m fine,” she lied, placing a soft peck on his cheek. “Just warm.”
 
They talked for a few minutes about nothing — what to have for lunch, whether it would rain again — but Simran’s mind was elsewhere. Her hand rested on his thigh, fingers tracing slow circles. After a while she noticed his eyes were glued to his phone again.
 
“What are you seeing so intently?” she asked, nuzzling his neck and giving him another small kiss just below his ear.
 
Ravi looked up, a little embarrassed. “Actually… I was thinking about what we talked about last night. Preeti and Shikha’s plan. You said you’d ask her what happened. Did you message her yet?”
 
Simran blinked, then gave a small laugh and pecked his lips lightly. “Oh shit, I completely forgot. I’ll message her right now, okay?”
 
She pulled out her phone but didn’t type anything, instead turning to face him fully. She swung one leg over his lap and straddled him slowly, settling her weight on his thighs. The short checked shirt rode up high on her hips, the hem barely covering her ass. Her soaked panty pressed directly against the growing bulge in his pants as she sat on him.
 
Ravi’s hands instinctively went to her waist.
 
Simran smiled down at him, horny and playful, and leaned in to peck his lips again, lingering a little longer this time.
 
“So… you’re still thinking about it?” she teased, grinding her hips once, very subtly. “Again? Are you hooked on this thing now?”
 
Ravi chuckled, but his hands tightened on her hips. “Not at all. It’s just crazy to think about. Like… in some old books and stories, kings and warriors had hundreds of sons. How is that even possible? One man can’t do that alone. There must have been… arrangements.”
 
Simran tilted her head, curious, and pecked his cheek again, then his lips, her breathing getting slightly heavier.
 
“What kind of arrangements?”
 
Ravi’s hands slid lower, resting on the bare skin just above her ass as he explained.
“You know the Spartacus series? The TV show?”
 
Simran shook her head, still straddling him, slowly rolling her hips in tiny circles, grinding her dripping pussy against his hardening cock through their clothes.
“Tell me…”
 
Ravi’s voice dropped a little as he felt her moving on him.
 
“Spartacus was a real gladiator who led a huge slave revolt against Rome. In the show, the rich Roman ladies who owned the gladiator colleges… they used the gladiators for pleasure. Whenever they wanted. The lady of the house could pick any gladiator she liked and have him brought to her chambers. They would fuck her exactly how she wanted — rough, gentle, for hours. Sometimes multiple gladiators at once if she was in the mood. It was part of their duty. The gladiators had no choice. They had to service the mistress perfectly or face punishment.”
 
Simran’s breath hitched. She leaned in and kissed his lips again, deeper this time, her tongue brushing his for a second. Her hips rolled a little harder against his now-obvious erection.
 
“And the champion?” she whispered against his mouth.
 
Ravi’s hands squeezed her ass under the shirt.
 
“The champion gladiator… the strongest one… he got special privileges. He was given a private room and allowed to keep one female slave or whore for the entire night. He could fuck her as many times as he wanted. The other gladiators didn’t get that. Only the best one.”
 
Simran moaned softly into his mouth, kissing him again, slower and wetter. Her soaked panty was rubbing shamelessly against his hard cock now, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how wet she was.