Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Preeti frowned slightly, confused.
 
“What do you mean?”
 
Simran swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her glass.
 
“I don’t think I can control myself around him anymore.”
 
Preeti’s eyebrows rose.
 
“Why not? Oh… during sucking his dick gets hard? I understand. That must be difficult to ignore.”
 
Simran shook her head slowly, her voice dropping even lower.
 
“No… it’s more than that.”
 
Preeti waited, sensing there was something bigger.
 
Simran took a shaky breath and finally admitted it.
 
“I have seen it.”
 
Preeti’s eyes widened with surprise and excitement.
 
“You’ve seen it? Like… properly?”
 
Simran nodded, her face burning.
 
“Yes. I have seen it. But I am afraid… I will not just stop at that when I see it next time. Especially after what you told me yesterday… about getting…...”
 
Preeti completed the sentence softly, almost reverently.
 
“….fucked by Bhola.”
 
The words hung heavy in the air between them. Simran looked away, her cheeks flushed, while Preeti watched her with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and dark fascination.
 
The conversation had crossed another line, and both women knew there was no going back now.
 
Preeti watched Simran carefully, her expression softening with understanding. She reached across the table and gently held her friend’s hand.
 
“Simran… I get it. I really do. Your predicament is complicated as hell. You’re stuck between what your body is screaming for and what your mind and marriage are telling you is right. I can’t tell you exactly what to do; nobody can. But I know one thing for sure: you deserve to enjoy your life the way you’re supposed to. You’re young, beautiful, and your body is going through something intense. You shouldn’t have to suffer in silence.”
 
Simran stared into her drink, biting her lip.
 
Preeti continued, her voice calm but firm.
 
“I understand the issue here. But can you not try to keep this from Ravi? Because if you tell him, he will definitely not understand your needs. Why would any man understand that his woman needs a bigger cock than his? It’s not about love; it’s biology. And going out looking for one is absurd and dangerous. But what if it’s right there, within your reach? Safe. Discreet. Already in your house. No man will ever accept this without feeling humiliated. That’s just how they are.”
 
Simran suddenly looked up, her voice shaky.
 
“Preeti… what if Bhola doesn’t want that?”
 
Preeti turned Simran gently toward the glass wall on the side of the bar, where their reflections were visible. She pointed at Simran’s own image.
 
“Look at that and tell me any man doesn’t want this. No man in this world can resist you, Simmu. Don’t underestimate yourself. You’re stunning. Your body is a fucking dream; those heavy tits, that ass, that face… Bhola is already obsessed with you. He’s sucking your boobs every day like a man in heaven. Trust me; if you give him the green signal, he won’t say no.”
 
Simran looked at her reflection for a second, then turned back, still conflicted.
 
“You are too much, Preeti… Okay, tell me this; what about STDs and AIDS and all that? How can I get fucked by two men and be fine with it?”
 
Preeti thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.
 
“We did the same precautions with Arjun also. It’s not that difficult. You just have to be clean; all three of you. Regular tests, protection if needed at first, hygiene. I will personally handle the tests. I won’t tell you to risk your life for this. I’m a doctor, remember? Your safety comes first.”
 
Simran stared at her drink, her voice barely a whisper.
 
“Preeti… I am still afraid. I don’t know what will happen.”
 
She gulped the rest of her drink in one go, the ice clinking loudly. She placed the empty glass down with a decisive thud.
 
“I need to go. I can’t discuss all this more right now. It’s too much.”
 
Preeti nodded understandingly, though a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
 
“No problem, Simmu. Just drive safe, okay? Take your time. Think about it. I’m here whenever you want to talk.”
 
Simran stood up, hugged Preeti tightly for a long moment, then walked out of the pub with heavy steps, her mind swirling with fear, guilt, desire, and confusion.
 
The weight of Preeti’s words followed her all the way to the car.
 
It was just past midday when Simran reached home. The drive back had been quiet, her mind still spinning from the conversation with Preeti. She felt tense, restless, and strangely hollow. The moment she stepped inside, the familiar scent of home-cooked food greeted her. Bhola was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove.
 
He turned around as soon as he heard her footsteps, his face lighting up with that same gentle, respectful smile.
 
“Bhabhi… aap aa gayi. Sab theek hai? Aapne breakfast bhi nahi kiya tha. Kuch khana hai abhi?”
“Bhabhi… you are back. Is everything ok? You didn’t even have breakfast. Would you like to eat anything now?”
 
Simran gave him a small, tired smile and shook her head.
 
“Nehi, Bhola… main directly lunch hi khaungi.”
“No, Bhola… I’ll have lunch directly.”
 
Bhola nodded without pressing further.
 
“Ji Bhabhi. Main bana raha hoon. Jaise hi ready ho, bata dunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi. I’m making it. As soon as it’s ready, I’ll tell you.”
 
Simran murmured a soft thanks and went upstairs. She took a long, warm bath, letting the water wash away some of the tension clinging to her skin. After drying herself, she chose something simple and comfortable; a loose, soft white T-shirt that hung loosely over her heavy breasts and a pair of loose grey capri pants that clung gently to her thick thighs and round ass. No bra. The thin fabric of the T-shirt did nothing to hide the natural sway and bounce of her breasts, and her dark nipples were faintly visible whenever the cloth shifted. No matter what she wore, her figure made everything look sinful; the deep cleavage, the soft curve of her waist, the generous swell of her hips and ass. She looked effortlessly, dangerously sexy.
 
She dried her hair, letting it fall in loose, silky waves, then came downstairs and settled on the sofa near the TV. She flipped through channels absentmindedly, not really watching anything.
 
Lunch was uneventful. She ate quietly at the dining table. Bhola served her with his usual care, but Simran’s mind was elsewhere. She barely tasted the food.