[doodhwale_bhaiya]

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Simran was still catching her breath after the intense session. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her pussy was still throbbing, and traces of Bhola’s cum were leaking down her thighs. She looked at him, her face flushed, and tried to gather her thoughts.
 
“Bhola… Preeti aa rahi hai. Tu jaa aur usko receive kar. Bol dena main nahane gayi hoon. Aur haan… apna underwear pehen lena,”
“Bhola… Preeti is coming. You go and receive her. Tell her I’ve gone to take a bath. And yes… put on your underwear,”
she said softly, her voice still a little shaky.
 
She reached down and grabbed his thick, semi-hard cock in her hand. It twitched at her touch. Simran leaned in and gave him a quick, possessive kiss on the lips.
 
“Isse andar kar lo,”
“Tuck this inside,”
she whispered against his mouth, giving his cock one last gentle squeeze before letting go.
 
Bhola nodded, still dazed. He quickly pulled on his underwear and pants, adjusted himself, and went downstairs.
 
Simran took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom again. She needed to clean herself properly. The warm water felt good on her skin as she stood under the shower for the second time that evening. She rubbed her body thoroughly, making sure every trace of their encounter was washed away — the cum from her thighs, the stickiness between her legs, the faint scent of sex. She even used Listerine mouthwash, swishing it around her mouth for a long time to get rid of any lingering taste or smell.
 
As she dried herself, her mind was racing.
 
Preeti cannot know everything yet. Bhola is mine right now. I don’t want to share him. Not so soon.
 
She chose a simple, decent sundress — light blue, knee-length, with modest sleeves. It looked innocent and proper, covering her body completely. She brushed her hair neatly and put on a light touch of makeup. When she looked in the mirror, she appeared like the perfect, composed housewife again.
 
She started coming downstairs slowly. Halfway down the stairs, she paused.
 
Preeti was already sitting on the sofa, cross-legged. Her short frock had ridden up dangerously high, exposing her smooth, fair thighs almost completely. The dress was tight around her chest, accentuating her figure. She looked effortlessly sexy.
 
Bhola was sitting in front of her on a chair, talking politely. Preeti was leaning forward slightly, playing with her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear every few seconds — a clear, unconscious sign of flirting. She was smiling and asking him questions about his family, his village, his brother Jai, and how his father was doing. Her voice was sweet and engaging.
 
Simran stood on the stairs for a few seconds longer, watching them. A strange, possessive feeling twisted in her stomach. Preeti’s thighs were on full display, and the way she kept adjusting her posture, laughing softly, and touching her hair made it obvious she was trying to seduce Bhola.
 
Simran’s jaw tightened slightly.
 
She took a deep breath, composed herself, and continued walking down the stairs with a calm smile on her face.
 
Simran stood quietly on the stairs, half-hidden, watching the scene unfold below.
 
Preeti was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her short frock riding up high on her thighs. Every time she shifted even slightly, more of her smooth, fair skin was exposed. She was leaning forward toward Bhola, who sat on the chair opposite her, still a little flushed from everything that had happened upstairs just minutes ago.
 
Preeti smiled and tilted her head.
 
“Bhola… tum workout karte ho kya?” she asked, her voice soft and curious. “Body dekh ke lagta hai bahut mehnat karte ho. Arms itne tight lag rahe hain.”
“Bhola… do you work out?” she asked, her voice soft and curious. “Looking at your body, it seems you work very hard. Your arms look so tight.”
 
Bhola looked a little uncomfortable but answered politely.
 
“Ji madam… gaon mein kaam karte-karte body tight ho jaati hai. Khet, paani, lakdi… sab kuch haath se hi karna padta hai.”
“Yes Madam… working in the village makes the body tight. Fields, water, wood… everything has to be done by hand.”
 
Preeti’s eyes moved slowly over his shoulders and chest. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear again, a deliberate little gesture.
 
“Hmm… dikhta hai. Bahut strong lagte ho. Kabhi koi problem to nahi hoti body mein? Jaise… zyada mehnat karne se kuch sujan ya tightness?”
“Hmm… it shows. You look very strong. Do you ever have any problem in the body? Like… any swelling or tightness from working too hard?”
 
The double meaning hung in the air. Bhola didn’t fully catch it, but his body reacted. His cock, which had never fully softened after the intense session with Simran, twitched inside his pants.
 
“Nahi madam… bas kabhi-kabhi thakaan hoti hai.”
“No Madam… just sometimes I feel tired.”
 
Preeti smiled wider, her eyes dropping for a second to his lap before coming back up.
 
“Main doctor hoon na… isliye pooch rahi hoon. Kabhi-kabhi body mein pressure build up ho jaata hai. Especially neeche. Agar control na kiya toh… problem ho sakti hai.”
“I’m a doctor, right… that’s why I’m asking. Sometimes pressure builds up in the body. Especially down there. If it’s not controlled… there can be a problem.”
 
She shifted again, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. The short frock climbed higher. From the stairs, Simran could clearly see the soft curve of Preeti’s inner thighs.
 
Bhola swallowed.
 
“Ji… main theek hoon.”
“Yes… I’m fine.”
 
Preeti leaned forward a little more, resting her elbows on her knees. Her cleavage became more visible.
 
“Sach mein? Lagta hai aaj thoda stress mein ho. Face thoda red hai. Heartbeat tez lag rahi hogi. Kabhi aisa feel hota hai ki… kuch andar se pressure bana hua hai? Bahut tightly?”
“Really? You seem a bit stressed today. Your face is a little red. Your heartbeat must be fast. Do you ever feel like… there’s some pressure building up inside? Very tightly?”
 
Bhola’s ears turned red. His cock was now fully hard again, pressing uncomfortably against his underwear. He shifted in the chair, trying to hide it.
 
“Madam… main theek hoon,” he repeated, his voice a little strained.
 
Preeti’s smile turned playful. She looked at his T-shirt.
 
“Ek baat bolun? Main doctor ke hisse se dekhna chahti hoon. Kabhi-kabhi upper body tight hone se neeche pressure badh jaata hai. Agar aap T-shirt nikaal do… toh main dekh sakti hoon ki muscle tension to nahi hai.”
“Can I say one thing? I want to check as a doctor. Sometimes when the upper body is tight, pressure increases down below. If you take off your T-shirt… I can see if there’s any muscle tension.”
 
She said it casually, as if it was the most normal request in the world.
 
Bhola froze.
 
“Madam…?”
 
Preeti tilted her head, still smiling.
 
“Kya hua? Main doctor hoon. Bas ek chhota sa check. Tension dekhne ke liye. Bahut simple hai.”
“What happened? I’m a doctor. Just a small check. To see the tension. It’s very simple.”