Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

"Abhi nehi, Bhabhi," he said softly, voice rough from sucking. "Shaam ko… sone se pehle. Tab main araam se karunga."
(“Not now, Bhabhi,” he said softly, voice rough from sucking. “In the evening… before sleeping. I’ll take my time then.”)
 
Simran nodded quickly, chest still heaving, nipples raw and glistening. “Okay… okay.”
 
She adjusted her shirt with shaky fingers, buttoning it just enough to look decent.
 
"Room saaf kar do jab tak main naha loon. Mujhe bahar jana hai."
(“You tidy the room while I take a bath. I need to go out.”)
 
Bhola gave a small nod and immediately started straightening the bed and picking up clothes, acting completely normal again.
 
Simran stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it for a moment, heart still racing. She turned on the shower and stood under the warm spray, letting the water cascade over her heavy, sensitive breasts. As the water ran down her body, her mind drifted to Preeti and Shikha.
 
They actually did it… Arjun fucked Shikha while Preeti watched. He came inside her. Twice. They kept her hips up so his cum stayed deep. God… what did it feel like? Was he big? Did Shikha scream? Did Preeti touch them while it was happening?
 
The thoughts made her nipples tighten again, fresh milk mixing with the shower water. Her pussy throbbed at the mental images. She quickly finished bathing, dried herself, and came out.
 
Bhola had already finished tidying and left the room.
 
She changed into something comfortable yet sexy for the lunch — a soft, oversized white button-down shirt (slightly cropped) tucked loosely into high-waisted light blue jeans that hugged her ass and thighs perfectly. The shirt was loose enough to look casual, but the top two buttons were left open, giving teasing glimpses of her deep cleavage. No bra. The fabric brushed her still-sensitive nipples with every movement. She sprayed her favourite rose attar generously on her neck, between her breasts, and on her wrists, letting the sweet, feminine scent wrap around her.
 
When she came downstairs, the whole house smelled of roses. Ravi was sitting on the sofa scrolling his phone.
 
“I’m going to meet Preeti for lunch,” she said, picking up her bag.
 
Ravi looked up and smiled. “Okay, have fun. Do tell me everything when you come back.”
 
Simran gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out.
 
Bhola was in the kitchen, already starting to prepare lunch for Ravi. He looked up as she passed, their eyes meeting for a brief, charged second. She gave him a small, secret smile and stepped out to her car.
 
 
At Virgin Courtyard, Sector 7 – Lunch with Preeti
 
The restaurant was one of Chandigarh’s most elegant spots — Virgin Courtyard. Beautiful open-air courtyard with soft lighting, white tablecloths, and the gentle sound of a water fountain. It had a romantic, upscale vibe perfect for private conversations.
 
Simran walked in and spotted Preeti at a corner table. The moment Preeti saw her, she stood up with a big smile.
 
The two women hugged tightly.
 
“Finally!” Preeti laughed, holding her close. “You look glowing.”
 
They sat down. After ordering — grilled prawns, truffle pasta, and a bottle of chilled white wine — Simran leaned in, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
 
“Okay, now tell me everything. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
 
Preeti smirked, taking a sip of wine.
 
“It was… intense. Arjun came over around 8. Shikha was nervous but excited. We had dim lights, music playing. He was so respectful at first… then he wasn’t. He fucked her so deep, Simran. I watched every inch of his cock disappear inside her. She was moaning so loud. He came inside her twice — long, powerful orgasms. It felt… good, nothing scandalous but good. Like we were actually making a baby.”