Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran walked over and immediately started helping him. She took a couple of shirts from his hands, folded them properly, and placed them inside the bag.
 
“You’re packing already?” she asked softly.
 
Ravi nodded. “Flight is at 7:30 AM. I need to leave the house by 5:00 to reach the airport on time. Traffic can be unpredictable.”
 
Simran helped him arrange his laptop charger, documents, and a spare formal shirt.
 
“Then you have to wake up very early,” she said, trying to sound normal. “Should I set an alarm for you?”
 
Ravi smiled and kissed her forehead.
 
“Don’t worry. I’ll set it. But yes, I’ll need to leave around 5.”
 
They worked together in comfortable silence for the next thirty minutes, folding clothes, checking if he had everything he needed. When the bag was finally zipped, Ravi looked at her.
 
“Should we ask for dinner now? I’m getting hungry.”
 
Simran nodded. “I’ll go down and tell Bhola to serve it.”
 
They had a quiet dinner at the dining table — simple dal, roti, sabzi, and curd that Bhola had prepared. Ravi ate quickly, still thinking about the meeting the next day. Simran tried to focus on the food, but her mind kept drifting downstairs to Bhola and everything that had happened earlier. Her breasts felt heavy again, her pussy still faintly throbbing from the earlier denial and the memory of his massive cock.
 
After dinner, as Bhola cleared the table, Ravi looked at him.
 
“Bhola, be ready by 5:30 tomorrow morning. You’ll have to drive me to the airport.”
 
Bhola nodded without hesitation.
 
“Koi baat nehi Sahib. Main sab kuch taiyaar kar dunga 5 baje tak. Aapke breakfast ke liye kuch pack bhi kar du?”
“No problem, Sahib. I will make everything ready by 5. Will you carry something for breakfast?”
 
Ravi shook his head.
 
“Zarurat nehi. Flight mein hi mil jayega.”
“No need. It will be catered for in the flight.”
 
Simran, who had been quiet, finally spoke up.
 
“Jasleen and Rajiv (her husband) will be there in Bangalore. Will you get time to meet them? Should I inform them?”
 
Ravi thought for a moment.
 
“Let me finish my meeting first. Let’s see. If I’m able to take out some time, then it’s better to inform them. Otherwise they will feel bad that I came to Bangalore and left without meeting them.”
 
Simran nodded.
 
“True.”
 
 
After dinner, the house settled into its usual quiet rhythm. Ravi went upstairs early to sleep, wanting to be fresh for the early flight. Simran stayed downstairs for a while, pretending to watch something on TV, but her mind was elsewhere.
 
She didn’t go to Bhola again that night.
 
She was too excited — almost nervous — about the next day. Tomorrow Ravi would be gone for at least one full night. The house would be empty except for her and Bhola. No one to hide from. No footsteps on the stairs to fear. The thought made her heart race and her body heat up all over again. She could already imagine the possibilities — being able to let Bhola suck her freely, without rushing, without the constant fear of being caught.
 
She went upstairs around 11:30 PM, changed into her nightie, and slipped into bed beside Ravi. He was already asleep. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her hand resting lightly on her lower belly as her mind played out filthy scenarios for the next day.
 
She didn’t go down to get milked again that night.
 
She wanted to save it. She wanted to be full and aching for Bhola tomorrow when the house was finally theirs.
 
Sleep came slowly, filled with anticipation and dark excitement.
 
The alarm went off at 4:45 AM. Ravi got up quickly, showered, and came downstairs dressed in his travel clothes. Bhola was already waiting, car keys in hand, the car parked outside and ready.
 
Simran came down a few minutes later in her nightie, still sleepy but trying to look awake. She gave Ravi a quick hug and kiss.
 
“Safe flight. Call me when you reach.”
 
Ravi smiled, gave her a tight hug, and walked out with Bhola.