Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Seriously, she was quite vague. Let’s just wait and see what happens. I’ll ask her again in a few days if there’s any update.”
 
Ravi looked at her for a moment longer, then shrugged and unmuted the TV.
 
“Okay… but you have to tell me when you know more. This whole thing is fascinating.”
 
Simran nodded, snuggling closer to him, but her heart was beating fast.
 
She had barely asked about Preeti and Shikha.
 
Instead, she had spent the entire lunch talking about herself… and Bhola.
 
And now the secret felt heavier than ever.
 
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It was already close to 10 PM when Simran felt the familiar, heavy ache return to her breasts with a vengeance. Dinner was over and they were back at their bedroom upstairs.
 
She had been lying in bed now beside Ravi, pretending to watch something on his laptop, but her mind was elsewhere. The fullness had been building steadily since the afternoon. Now, after several hours without relief, her tits felt swollen and tight, the skin stretched taut over the generous, milk-laden globes. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, rubbing against the soft fabric of her nightie with every small movement, leaving faint damp spots that were slowly spreading.
 
Ravi yawned widely, eyes half-closed.
 
“I think I’m done for the night,” he mumbled, reaching to close the laptop.
 
Simran sat up a little, keeping her voice light and casual.
 
“You sleep if you’re tired. I need to work on something for tomorrow’s meeting. I’ll make myself some tea and sit downstairs for a while.”
 
Ravi nodded sleepily, already turning onto his side.
 
“Okay… don’t stay up too late.”
 
He was asleep within minutes.
 
Simran waited a few more moments, listening to his steady breathing, then quietly slipped out of bed. She padded downstairs in her soft sky-blue nightie, the thin material brushing against her bare thighs and the heavy sway of her breasts. The house was quiet, only the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of crickets outside.
 
She went to the kitchen and switched on the kettle, but her real reason for coming down wasn’t tea.
 
She needed Bhola.
 
Her breasts were painfully full now, the pressure deep and throbbing. She could feel the milk slowly leaking, warm and sticky against her skin. Her pussy was already damp again, a low, insistent ache pulsing between her legs.
 
She glanced around the kitchen, then stepped quietly toward the back corridor where Bhola’s room was. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear the unmistakable sound of running water — the shower.
 
She stopped near the wall, heart beating faster.
 
Bhola’s room had originally been designed as a guest room before they decided to keep a live-in help. It was surprisingly spacious for a servant’s quarters — decent lighting, a proper double bed, and a full attached bathroom with a proper shower. The sound of water was steady, and she could faintly hear him moving inside.
 
Simran stood there in the dimly lit corridor, biting her lower lip, contemplating her next move. She knew she shouldn’t be here. She knew she should go back upstairs. But the heaviness in her chest was becoming unbearable, and the memory of his mouth on her earlier that day made her thighs press together involuntarily.
 
She waited, breathing shallow, one hand unconsciously resting on her lower belly where a different kind of heat was building — a deep, throbbing need that started below her navel and spread downward, making her pussy lips swell and her clit pulse with every heartbeat.
 
The shower turned off.