Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“A lot has happened, Simran. It’s been… complicated.”
 
Simran moved closer on the sofa, her expression full of concern.
 
“Tell me everything. What happened?”
 
The two friends sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. Preeti swirled the vodka in her glass, her expression turning more serious. She took a deep breath and began.
 
“Shikha didn’t get pregnant,” Preeti said quietly. “We tried everything — timing it perfectly with her ovulation, making sure Arjun was healthy, the whole natural insemination thing… but nothing happened. It just didn’t work.”
 
Simran’s face fell with genuine concern. She set her glass down and leaned closer.
“Oh Preeti… I’m so sorry. How did Shikha take it?”
 
Preeti gave a small, tired smile.
 
“She tried to act strong at first, but it hit her hard. She started blaming herself, saying maybe her body isn’t meant for this, maybe we should just accept it. Then the real mess started with Arjun.”
 
Simran frowned.
 
“What happened with Arjun?”
 
Preeti took another sip, her voice lowering.
 
“His fiancée found out. Not the full story, but enough. She saw some messages on his phone — nothing explicit, but enough to make her suspicious. She confronted him. He panicked and tried to lie, but she’s not stupid. She demanded to know why he was meeting Shikha alone, why there were late-night texts about ‘the procedure.’ It blew up into a huge fight. He was almost ready to break off the engagement because he felt so guilty.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
“Oh god… what did you do?”
 
“I had to step in,” Preeti said, rubbing her temple. “I went and met his fiancée myself. I told her it was a medical thing — that Arjun was helping us with a fertility issue, nothing sexual, just a clinical donation. I made it sound like a doctor’s recommendation, very clinical, very innocent. I showed her some fake medical papers I prepared in advance just in case. I cried a little, played the desperate friend card. She bought it, but barely. She still doesn’t fully trust him, and things are tense between them now.”
 
Simran reached out and squeezed Preeti’s hand.
 
“That must have been so stressful for you. How is Shikha handling all of this?”
 
Preeti’s voice softened with worry.
 
“She’s not doing well at all. She’s been crying a lot, not sleeping, barely eating. She feels like she ruined Arjun’s relationship and still didn’t get what she wanted. Her mental health is really bad right now. I’ve never seen her this low. I can’t watch her go through another round of this — the waiting, the hope, the disappointment, the stress. It’s destroying her.”
 
Simran nodded, her expression full of empathy.
 
“So what’s the plan now? You can’t just leave it like this.”
 
Preeti looked straight at Simran, her eyes determined but tired.
 
“I can’t make her go through all that pain again. This time… I think I will take the initiative myself. I need someone discreet. Someone completely unrelated to us, someone safe, someone who won’t complicate things emotionally. But I have no idea how to find such a person yet. I just know I have to do something soon before Shikha completely breaks down.”
 
The room fell quiet again, only the soft sound of rain against the windows filling the space. Preeti took another sip, then looked at Simran with a small, sad smile.
 
“I’m sorry for dumping all this on you. I just… I needed to talk to someone who understands. You’re the only one I trust with this.”
 
Simran squeezed her hand tighter.
 
“You can always talk to me. We’ll figure this out together. Whatever you need — I’m here.”
 
Preeti gave her a grateful look, the heavy conversation hanging between them as they both took another sip of their drinks, the weight of their secrets and struggles settling over the evening like the rain outside.
 
Preeti took a slow sip of her vodka-orange, then set the glass down. Her expression grew heavier as she leaned back against the sofa cushions.
 
“You know… the whole thing with Arjun was supposed to be perfect,” she said quietly. “We planned it so carefully. Shikha was at her most fertile time. We made sure everything was clean, safe, and timed right. Arjun was respectful, healthy, good-looking. We thought it would work.”
 
Simran nodded, listening intently.
 
Preeti continued, her voice softening with frustration.
 
“The session itself… it was actually quite erotic. More than we expected. Shikha was nervous at first, but Arjun was gentle and patient. He took his time. They kissed, touched, everything felt natural. He was hard, he was into it. When he finally entered her, it was slow and deep. Shikha was moaning, really into it. We all thought — after a session like that, with that much passion and connection — it had to work. But… it didn’t. Two weeks later, the test was negative. Again.”
 
Simran reached out and gently squeezed Preeti’s hand.
 
“I’m so sorry. That must have been heartbreaking for both of you.”
Preeti gave a small, bitter laugh.
 
“It was. Shikha cried for days. She kept saying maybe she’s the problem. Maybe her body just doesn’t want a baby. And then the mess with Arjun’s fiancée made everything ten times worse.”
 
She took another sip, then looked at Simran with a wry smile.
 
“You know what’s funny? Men are so unpredictable. Biologically, I mean. Arjun is decently endowed — a solid seven inches, thick enough, everything looked perfect on paper. We assumed a guy like that would have no problem. But no. Nothing. It’s like his sperm decided to take a vacation.”
 
Simran couldn’t help it — she burst out laughing. Preeti joined her, both of them giggling over their drinks.
 
“Seven inches and still can’t get the job done,” Preeti said, shaking her head. “Imagine telling a guy that. ‘Sorry, your dick is impressive, but your swimmers are on strike.’”
 
They laughed harder, the tension in the room easing for a moment.
 
When the laughter died down, Preeti’s face turned serious again.
 
“So now I have to start searching all over again. Fresh. From scratch. I need someone who is obviously fit — physically strong, healthy, good genetics — and, you know… sperm-wise. Someone whose swimmers actually work. I can’t risk another failure like this. Shikha can’t go through it again.”
 
Simran nodded slowly, understanding the weight of it.
 
“And how do you convince someone for natural insemination? It’s not like you can just post an ad saying ‘Wanted: healthy donor for raw creampie sessions.’”
 
Preeti let out a tired laugh.
 
“Exactly. That’s the hardest part. I need someone discreet, someone who won’t catch feelings, someone who understands it’s purely physical and for the baby only. No emotions, no complications. I have to approach it carefully — maybe through a mutual friend, or someone who already knows our situation but can keep quiet. I can’t just pick a random guy off the street. It has to be someone we can trust not to talk.”