Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Chapter 4

 
 
Simran closed the main door after Preeti drove away, the cool, rain-scented breeze brushing against her skin. She stood there for a moment, hand still on the doorknob, trying to steady the whirlwind in her mind. The conversation with Preeti had left her shaken; the casual suggestion of using Bhola as a breeding bull, the teasing about his size, the weight of secrets she was still hiding.
 
Bhola appeared quietly from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.
 
“Bhabhi, should I lay the table for dinner?”
“Bhbahi, kya main dinner laga du?”
 
Simran turned to him, forcing a small, tired smile.
 
“Nehi, Bhola… abhi mujhe sach mein bhukh nahi hai. Lagta hai bas so jaaun.”
“No, Bhola… I’m not really hungry right now. I think I just need to sleep.”
 
Bhola nodded without question, his expression soft and understanding.
 
“Koi baat nahi, Bhabhi. Aapko kuch bhi chahiye to bas mujhe bula lijiye. Main yahin hoon.”
“No problem, Bhabhi. If you need anything at all, just call me. I’ll be right here.”
 
Simran gave him a small nod and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. The house felt strangely quiet and heavy. It was almost 9:30 PM. She changed into something simple and comfortable; a loose white T-shirt that hung softly over her heavy breasts and a pair of loose grey shorts that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. The fabric brushed teasingly against her still-sensitive nipples with every movement.
 
She didn’t go to bed immediately. Instead, she stepped out onto the balcony, leaving the lights off. The night air was cool and damp from the rain, carrying the fresh scent of wet earth and flowers. A gentle wind played with her hair. She pulled one of the balcony chairs closer, stretched her long, smooth legs onto another chair, and settled back.
 
In the soft darkness, she made herself another drink; a strong vodka with orange juice. The glass felt cold in her hand as she took a slow sip, letting the alcohol warm her from within.
 
Her mind was racing.
 
Things are moving too fast… way too fast.
 
She kept replaying everything; Bhola’s massive cock in her mouth, the thick taste of his cum, Preeti’s shocking proposal, the way her own body betrayed her again and again. She was terrified of the scandal that could explode if any of this ever came out. Ravi finding out. The neighbours talking. The entire social circle whispering. Her perfect, carefully built life crumbling because she couldn’t control her hunger.
 
Down below, the garden looked peaceful. A single beautiful tree stood in the center, surrounded by flower beds. Soft, downward-facing lights illuminated the blooms, casting a gentle, soothing glow that made the colors shimmer faintly in the darkness. The distant horizon flickered with occasional thunder, silent lightning flashing far away like a warning she couldn’t quite read.
 
Simran took another long sip. Her shorts had ridden up slightly, exposing more of her smooth, creamy thighs. She looked every bit the beautiful, conflicted woman she was; sexy, vulnerable, and dangerously aroused even in her worry.
 
She closed her eyes, letting the cool wind kiss her skin, trying to make sense of the storm inside her.
 
The night was quiet.
 
But her thoughts were anything but.
 
She took a long, slow sip and let the alcohol burn down her throat.
 
How did it all come to this?
 
It started on that one fateful, stormy day. If she hadn’t asked Bhola for help with the breast pump stuck on her right tit… if he hadn’t leaned in and used his mouth to dislodge it… none of this would be happening right now. She would still be the same Simran; the dutiful wife, struggling with her overproduction of milk, using the pump in secret, suffering in silence. But the moment his warm mouth had latched onto her nipple and sucked that first powerful pull, everything changed.
 
She smiled to herself in the darkness, a small, filthy little smile.
 
He sucks so nicely…
 
At the beginning he was so careful, so gentle; slow, respectful sucks, almost reverent, like he was afraid to hurt her. But lately? Lately he’s become like an animal. The way he attacks her tits now; greedy, hungry, sucking so hard that her whole breast stretches into his mouth, milk spraying against the back of his throat while he moans like he can’t get enough. The thought made her pussy twitch hard between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and smiled again, biting her lower lip.
 
God, I like him like that… I like when he loses control and sucks me like he owns me.
 
But that was nothing compared to what had happened since.
 
She was now sucking his cock. Her servant’s cock. She had taken that massive, thick monster into her mouth twice already and swallowed his cum like a desperate whore. The memory made her shiver. How could one man produce so much? It was thick, heavy, almost creamy, and the taste; salty-sweet, musky, addictive. She could still feel it coating her throat, the way it overflowed from her lips and ran down her chin onto her tits while she tried to gulp it all down.
 
Is his dick even real?
 
She laughed softly to herself in the dark, the sound low and husky.
 
Or is something attached to his groin that just happens to look like a cock?
 
It was so thick, so long, so veiny; like a living weapon made for ruining women. Even when it was soft it hung heavy and impressive. When it got hard… it stood up like a thick, dark pole, pointing straight up, demanding attention. She remembered how it had looked when she was on her knees; longer than her face, thicker than her wrist, the fat head glistening, the heavy balls swinging below. It was intoxicating. Addictive. Dangerous.
 
Another soft laugh escaped her as she took another sip.
 
And the hottest part? He stood right in front of me with that monster out while I was talking to Ravi on the phone.
 
The memory made her pussy clench again.
 
I was speaking to my husband, trying to sound normal, while my servant’s huge, hard cock was inches from my face, dripping precum, waiting for my mouth. What kind of woman does that? What kind of wife am I becoming?
 
She shifted in the chair, feeling the wetness between her legs growing again.
 
And now Preeti.
 
Preeti, who had only heard the description, was already losing her mind over it. She wanted a piece of that monster too. She wanted Bhola to fuck her, to breed her, to fill her with that same thick cum Simran had already swallowed twice. Preeti hadn’t even seen it yet, and she was ready to beg for it.
 
Simran let out a long, shaky breath and stared into the dark garden below.
 
How the hell do I take a picture of it and send it to her? Do I just walk up to him, pull his pants down, and snap a photo while he’s hard? Or do I wait until he’s sucking my tits and take it then? This is insane. This whole thing is insane.
 
She closed her eyes, the cool wind brushing over her skin, her nipples stiff against the thin T-shirt.
 
The thoughts kept swirling; guilt, fear, shame, and underneath it all, a deep, dark excitement she couldn’t deny.
 
Everything was moving too fast.
 
And she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop it anymore.