Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran finally looked up and let out a small, relieved laugh. She raised her glass.
 
“Cheers to that,” she said.
 
“Cheers,” Preeti replied, clinking her glass against Simran’s. They both took a long sip of the cold vodka-orange mix. The drink felt perfect after the heavy, humid evening.
 
Preeti took another sip and tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity mixed with playful teasing.
 
“So… tell me properly about the milk situation now. Has it increased a lot since the last time we spoke? You said it was already getting difficult to manage with the pump.”
Simran nodded, taking another sip to hide her embarrassment.
 
“Yes… it has increased quite a bit. Earlier the pump used to be enough, but now my breasts fill up so fast. Sometimes even two or three times a day isn’t enough. They get heavy and painful really quickly.”
 
Preeti grinned, unable to resist teasing her best friend.
 
“Two or three times a day, huh? Lucky Bhola gets to drink directly from the source every single time. Fresh, warm, straight from the tap. No wonder he’s always so eager and ready. Must feel like he’s won the lottery — having a beautiful woman like you letting him suck those big, milky tits whenever he wants.”
 
Simran’s face turned bright red. She covered her mouth with her hand, laughing nervously while trying to hide her face.
 
“Preeti… stop it! You’re so shameless. It’s not like that… it’s just… for relief.”
 
Preeti laughed softly and took another sip.
 
“Oh please, don’t act all innocent now. I know exactly what’s happening. So… how is he like? Does he bite those beautiful mangoes? Does he get rough with them, or is he gentle?”
 
Simran almost choked on her drink. She shouted in a mix of shock and embarrassed laughter.
 
“Preeti! What are you asking?! Are you serious right now?”
 
Preeti shrugged playfully, completely unbothered.
 
 Preeti got a call from her clinic in between the talk and then she got up, spoke for like 10 minutes and returned back to the sofa.
 
Simran took another sip of her vodka-orange, trying to hide her embarrassment behind the glass. Preeti, however, was not done teasing her best friend. She leaned back on the sofa with a mischievous grin, swirling her drink slowly.
“So… back to Bhola and those lucky mangoes of yours,” Preeti said, eyes sparkling.
“Tell me more. How does he actually do it? Does he just latch on and suck like a baby, or does he take his sweet time? Does he squeeze them while drinking?”
 
Simran nearly choked again. She set her glass down quickly, face burning.
 
“Preeti… why do you keep asking these things? It’s embarrassing!”
 
Preeti laughed softly, clearly enjoying herself.
 
“Because I’m curious! Come on, don’t be shy. I already know the basics. Does he suck gently or does he go hard? Does he switch between both tits or does he focus on one until it’s empty? Does he make those loud sucking sounds?”
 
Simran covered her face with both hands for a second, then peeked through her fingers, laughing nervously.
 
“You’re impossible… Okay, fine. He… he usually starts slow, but then he gets really into it. He sucks quite hard sometimes. And yes, he switches between both. He doesn’t like leaving one full when the other is empty. And… yes, there are sounds. Wet, loud sounds. It’s… intense.”
 
Preeti’s grin widened.
 
“Intense, huh? So he’s sucking your big, milky tits like they’re his personal feast. Does he moan while drinking? Does he look up at you with those innocent eyes while his mouth is full of your milk? God, I can imagine how full and heavy they must feel when he’s done.”
 
Simran squirmed on the sofa, her thighs pressing together. The memories were flooding back — Bhola’s mouth latched tight, cheeks hollowing, milk spilling from the corners of his lips.
 
“Preeti… stop describing it like that. Yes, sometimes he moans. And yes, he looks up at me. It makes me feel… weird. But also… good. Too good.”
 
Preeti took a sip, clearly not planning to let up.
 
“And the milk? Does he swallow everything or does some spill? Does he ever try to take a whole big chunk of your breast into his mouth? I bet those mangoes of yours look even bigger when he’s stretching them like that.”
 
Simran’s voice dropped to a shy whisper.
 
“He… he does take quite a bit in his mouth sometimes. And yes, some milk spills. Especially when he sucks really hard. It runs down my chest… it’s messy. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He just keeps drinking.”
 
Preeti leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially.
 
“Does he ever play with your nipples after sucking? Flick them? Pinch them? Or does he just move to the other one immediately? And tell me honestly — when he’s sucking, do you ever… you know… get wet down there? Because from what you’ve told me before, it sounds like you do.”
 
Simran’s face was now scarlet. She grabbed a cushion and hugged it to her chest, laughing in embarrassment.
 
“Preeti! You’re killing me… Yes, okay? Sometimes I do get wet. A lot. It’s not just relief anymore. It feels… sexual. Very sexual. And yes, he sometimes plays with the other nipple while sucking one. He squeezes them, lifts them, lets them drop and jiggle. It’s… a lot.”
 
Preeti nodded slowly, still grinning.
 
“See? That’s what I thought. So this innocent-looking servant boy is actually having the time of his life sucking the most beautiful pair of tits in Chandigarh every day. Multiple times a day. While you’re standing there moaning and leaking for him. Lucky bastard.”
 
Simran buried her face in the cushion for a second, then peeked out again.
 
“You’re making it sound so dirty… but… yeah. It kind of is. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, Preeti. It started as just milking, but now…”
 
Preeti reached over and gently squeezed Simran’s hand, her tone softening just a little, though the teasing sparkle remained in her eyes.
 
“Hey… I’m not judging. I’m just happy you’re finally getting some relief — and some pleasure. Just be careful, okay? But also… enjoy it. Those mangoes deserve to be worshipped properly.”
 
Simran let out a long sigh, still blushing, but a small, secret smile crept onto her lips.
“You’re terrible… but thank you for not making me feel like a freak.”
 
Preeti raised her glass again.
 
“To your beautiful, overproductive mangoes… and to Bhola, the luckiest servant in the city.”
 
They both laughed and clinked glasses once more, the conversation flowing easily between teasing and genuine concern as the evening deepened.
 
Wanting to shift the focus away from herself, Simran leaned closer and asked gently.
“Anyway… enough about me. How are you and Shikha doing? Everything okay on your side?”
 
Preeti’s smile faded a little. She became serious, swirling the drink in her glass before taking a slow sip.