Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s voice rose slightly with frustration and confusion.
 
“Well?”
 
Preeti raised an eyebrow, calm and direct.
 
“Well what?”
 
Simran leaned forward, voice strained.
 
“What the hell am I supposed to do?”
 
Preeti looked at her seriously for a long moment, then spoke softly but firmly.
 
“What do you want to do?”
 
Simran let out a long, tired breath and sank back into her seat.
 
“I don’t know, Preeti. You really made me think about something I was not thinking about at all. Now it’s stuck in my head. Everything feels… complicated.”
 
Preeti reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand.
 
“I know it’s a lot. But you don’t have to decide anything right now. Just… breathe. We’ll figure it out together.”
 
The two friends sat in heavy but comforting silence, the ice clinking softly in their glasses as the weight of their secrets and choices hung between them.
 
The pub was quiet at this hour, with only a few early patrons scattered around. Simran and Preeti sat in a private corner booth, their gin and tonics already half-finished. The cool, dimly lit atmosphere felt intimate, almost confessional. Simran stared into her glass, swirling the ice with her straw, her face tight with anxiety.
 
Preeti watched her for a moment before speaking gently.
 
“Simmu… you look like you’re carrying the weight of the world. Talk to me.”
 
Simran took a deep, shaky breath and finally let it out.
 
“I am afraid to go back to my own house, Preeti. I feel completely out of control. So much has happened… things I can’t even explain to you properly. Every time I step inside, I feel like I’m walking into something I won’t be able to stop.”
 
Preeti reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
 
“Hey… breathe. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. From what you’ve told me, he just sucked your boobs and you had orgasms because of it; orgasms he didn’t even realise he was giving you. That’s a win-win situation, Simmu. You get relief, he gets to drink, nobody gets hurt.”
 
Simran’s eyes flashed with frustration. She cut her off sharply.
 
“Just stop, Preeti.”
 
She grabbed her glass and took a big, long sip, the gin burning down her throat. Preeti fell silent, studying her friend carefully. After a few seconds, she leaned in closer, her voice softer.
 
“What the hell is wrong here? Simran, I can see it on your face. You’re not just worried; you’re scared. Did something happen? Something more than the sucking?”
 
Simran didn’t answer immediately. Preeti waited, then continued in a calm, reassuring tone.
 
“Listen, Simmu. I want you to understand something. Bhola is not some random tom, dick and harry you meet on the roadside. He is somebody who is near to you. He lives in your house. He takes care of you and the house every single day. He is loyal. And over and above that… yes, his dick is a monster. Yesterday I was not joking when I said I want to be impregnated by that. But to make that happen, you have to help me.”
 
Simran looked at her with wide, conflicted eyes.
 
“That help will ruin me, Preeti.”
 
Preeti shook her head gently but firmly.
 
“Simmu, it won’t ruin you. Instead, it will fulfill you. Tell me; what is the problem in making him impregnate you as well? Ravi? But why to include Ravi in all this?”
 
Simran stared at her, stunned.
 
“What do you mean? How can I do all this without telling Ravi?”
 
Preeti leaned even closer, her voice low and persuasive.
 
“Because this is not about romance or cheating in the usual sense. This is a medical and biological need. Your body is producing milk like crazy. You need relief. You need someone who can empty you properly without judgment. And for me… I need a baby. A healthy, strong baby. Bhola can give us both what we need. Ravi doesn’t have to know. You can keep living your life exactly as it is; loving wife, perfect marriage; while getting what your body is screaming for. Women have been doing this for centuries. Nature doesn’t care about marriage certificates. It cares about healthy offspring and satisfied bodies.”
 
Simran looked down at her glass, her mind reeling. Preeti continued, her tone soft but relentless.
 
“You already let him suck your breasts every day. You already crossed that line. The next logical step is to let him fuck you. Let him fill you. Let him give you what Ravi can’t right now. And while he’s doing that for you… he can do the same for me. We can plan it carefully. Discreetly. Safely. No one needs to know.”
 
Simran’s voice came out small and broken.
 
“Preeti… I just… I don’t know how to process this. It’s too much.”
 
Preeti squeezed her hand again, her eyes full of understanding and quiet determination.
 
“I know it’s a lot. But you don’t have to decide everything today. Just… think about it. Think about how good it feels when he sucks you. Think about how much better it could feel if he went further. Think about how much I need this. And think about how much you need this too.”
 
The two friends sat in heavy silence, the ice clinking softly in their glasses as the weight of Preeti’s words settled over them.
 
The gin and tonics were starting to loosen their tongues. Preeti leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her eyes locked on Simran with gentle but insistent curiosity.
 
“Simran… tell me one thing honestly. Do you like it when Bhola sucks you?”
 
Simran looked down at her glass, her cheeks warming. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
 
Preeti wasn’t satisfied.
 
“No nodding. Tell me clearly.”
 
Simran took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
“Yes.”
 
Preeti’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
 
“Good. Now tell me this; do you think you will love that cock as much as I am crazy about it right now? I know you haven’t seen it fully, but still… be honest.”
 
Simran gave her a poker face; completely blank, almost defensive. She didn’t answer immediately.
 
Preeti studied her for a few seconds, trying to read through the silence.
 
“Simmu, I don’t understand. Would you like it or not? Be straight with me.”
 
Simran finally looked up, her eyes conflicted, voice low and strained.
 
“That’s the reason, Preeti… why I don’t want to go home right now.”