Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Preeti let out a high-pitched, squeaky “O M G” — one syllable at a time, dragging it out dramatically.
 
“O… M… G… Simmu!”
 
Then she leaned in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
 
“Tell me you didn’t touch it.”
 
Simran didn’t say anything. She just looked down at her glass, cheeks burning.
 
Preeti’s mouth fell open.
 
“Simmu… did you guys fuck?”
 
Simran’s head snapped up in shock.
 
“Shhhhh… Preeti, are you crazy?! No! No, we didn’t!”
 
Preeti raised both hands in surrender, laughing softly.
 
“Okay, okay… understood. So you haven’t fucked him yet.”
 
She paused, then added with a wicked little smile:
 
“Then you guys need to do it fast. Because unless you do it with him first, he won’t do it with me for sure.”
 
Simran stared at her, completely stunned.
 
“Preeti… you are a crazy fucking ass. I just told you — Bhola just helps me to relieve myself. That’s all.”
 
Preeti finished her sentence for her with a playful grin.
 
“And you need to fuck him. Yes. You need to fuck him soon. Because your friend needs a baby from that monster hanging between his legs.”
 
Simran looked at her best friend in utter disbelief, her mouth opening and closing without sound. The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle outside, but the conversation on the balcony had become far more stormy than the weather.
 
Preeti simply raised her glass again, still smiling.
 
“To best friends who help each other… even when it involves monster cocks.”
 
Simran could only shake her head, half-laughing, half-horrified, as the weight of Preeti’s words settled between them.
 
 
Bhola came back from the market a little wet from the light drizzle. His T-shirt clung slightly to his chest, and the front of his pants had dark wet patches, especially around the crotch. Even though his cock was in its natural soft state, the heavy, thick outline was clearly visible through the damp fabric — a long, fat log resting against his thigh, impossible to miss.
 
Preeti’s eyes flicked down immediately. She stared for a second longer than necessary, taking in the blatant shape of his massive soft cock.
 
Simran noticed. A sharp, unexpected jolt of jealousy twisted in her stomach. At the same time, she couldn’t help but think how beautiful he looked — like a powerful, young bull, strong and virile, water droplets still glistening on his skin.
 
Bhola placed the fresh dal vada fry and a glass of water on the table politely.
 
Preeti smiled at him sweetly.
 
“Thank you, Bhola.”
 
As he turned to leave, Preeti’s gaze dropped to his crotch again. Simran saw it clearly this time.
 
Once Bhola was gone, Preeti turned to Simran with a playful, slightly tipsy grin.
“Bhola kahan se ho tum?”
“Bhola, where are you from?”
 
Bhola paused at the doorway.
 
“Dholakpur, madam.”
 
Preeti raised an eyebrow, teasing.
 
“Achcha? Dholakpur ke log sabhi itne lambe hote hain?”
“Really? Are all people from Dholakpur so tall?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly, not fully understanding the double meaning.
 
“Nahi madam… pata nahi.”
 
Preeti laughed softly.
 
“Toh iska matlab tum hi ho Dholakpur ke sher…”
“So that means you are the lion of Dholakpur…”
 
Simran immediately intervened, feeling a rush of heat and possessiveness.
 
“Bhola tum chalo… madam mazak kar rahi hain.”
“Bhola you go… madam is joking.”
 
“Ji Bhabhi,” Bhola said obediently and went downstairs.
 
The moment he disappeared, Preeti turned to Simran with a wicked smile.
 
“‘Ji Bhabhi’…” she repeated, dragging the words out teasingly. “Oh my god, Simran… the way he says it. So obedient. So respectful. Like you already own him.”
 
Simran laughed and punched Preeti lightly on the arm.
 
“Preeti, you are impossible!”
 
Preeti took another sip of her drink, eyes sparkling.
 
“Bhabhi… you need to fuck that bull. Promise me.”
 
Simran’s smile faded instantly.
 
“Preeti… this is serious shit you are talking about.”
 
Preeti set her glass down and leaned forward, her tone turning more intense and persuasive.
 
“Okay, let’s talk maths here. I need a baby. And hence I need to get fucked by that man. He may be a boy on the outside, but his dick is not of this world. I need a child from that motherfucker.”
 
She paused, letting the words sink in.
 
“Now about you. You are already getting milked daily by that bull. The next logical step is to get impregnated by that bull as soon as possible. Because that’s what you need. We are women. We need bulls like him to satisfy us and then impregnate us. I, as a gyno, am telling you — that’s what is dictated by nature. Men are born to fuck us dry, but if we don’t get fucked by something like that monster hanging between his legs, then we are the biggest assholes of this world.”
 
Simran stared at her, stunned.
 
“I understand you must be worried about your marriage and all, so am I. But don’t worry, it won’t break your marriage.”
 
Simran’s voice came out shaky.
 
“Preeti, I understand what you are saying but it’s not that simple. Ravi is going to get shattered if he knows about this.”
 
Preeti cut in immediately, calm and matter-of-fact.
 
“Then don’t tell him.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.