[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Look at this.”
 
It was a blood report. Clear, official, dated yesterday. HIV – Negative.
 
Simran’s eyes moved over the words. Preeti spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.
 
“I got the test done yesterday. It’s negative. If I want natural insemination from Bhola… then this is necessary. Condom won’t work. His load has to go straight inside. That’s why being clean is important.”
 
The words hung in the air, heavy and filthy.
 
Simran felt a strange heat rise in her stomach. The image of Bhola’s thick, dark cock pushing deep into Preeti’s pussy, unloading rope after rope of cum inside her, flashed unwanted through her mind. She shifted on the bed, her own freshly fucked cunt giving a small, traitorous throb.
 
Preeti continued, her voice soft but direct.
 
“You get tested too. And Bhola’s as well. If both are negative… then he won’t need to wear a condom. Whenever you take him… or I take him… straight bareback. Full load inside.”
 
Simran’s first reaction was discomfort. The idea of discussing HIV tests with Bhola felt awkward, almost dirty in a different way. How would she even bring it up? “Bhola, tera lund itna bada hai aur main usko roz leti hoon, isliye HIV test karwa le”? It sounded ridiculous even in her head.
 
But the more she thought about it, the more practical it seemed.
 
No condom. Just that thick, hot cock sliding into her bare, stretching her open, and emptying everything inside. The same way he had done earlier. The thought made her nipples tighten against the soft fabric of her sundress.
 
Preeti watched her carefully.
 
“I know you’re thinking this is awkward. It’s difficult to tell Bhola directly. So do one thing. Bring him to my clinic tomorrow morning. I’ll make an excuse of checking him. Blood test, routine check-up… anything. I’ll get you tested along with him. No one will ask questions.”
 
Simran was quiet for a few seconds. Then she slowly nodded.
 
“Okay… I’ll bring him tomorrow.”
 
Preeti smiled, satisfied.
 
Both of them knew the unspoken truth. If anyone outside found out that a married woman and her male servant were getting HIV tests done together, it would look exactly like what it was — they were fucking. And not just fucking. They were planning to take his cum deep inside without any barrier.
 
The scandal of it sat between them like a third presence in the room.
 
Simran’s mind, however, kept drifting back to the unfinished feeling between her legs. She had cum multiple times on that cock already, but she still wanted more. She still wanted Bhola to pin her down again and fuck her until her legs shook.
 
And now Preeti wanted the same cock for a very different reason.
 
The tension in the bedroom only grew thicker.
 
Bhola came upstairs carefully, carrying two cups of coffee on a small tray. He kept his eyes lowered as he entered the bedroom, still aware of the thick, unfinished tension that hung in the air from earlier. He placed the cups on the side table near the bed and stepped back.
 
Preeti looked at him with a calm, almost professional smile.
 
“Bhola, kal subah Simran ko mere clinic le aana. Usse blood donate karna hai. Uske baad who weak feel karegi… drive nahi kar payegi. Isliye tum hi usko wapas ghar drop kar dena.”
“Bhola, bring Simran to my clinic tomorrow morning. She has to donate blood. After that she’ll feel weak… she won’t be able to drive. So you drop her back home.”
 
Bhola nodded respectfully.
 
“Ji madam. Main le aunga.”
“Yes Madam. I’ll bring her.”
 
Preeti tilted her head slightly, studying him for a moment.
 
“Tumhara blood group kya hai?”
“What’s your blood group?”
 
“O positive, madam.”
 
Preeti’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
 
“Theek hai. Kal main tumhara bhi test karwa lungi. Agar zarurat padi toh baad mein call karungi.”
“Okay. Tomorrow I’ll get your test done as well. If needed, I’ll call later.”
 
Bhola simply nodded again and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The moment he was gone, Preeti turned fully toward Simran. She picked up her coffee, took a slow sip, then set it down.
 
“Itna mat soch Simmu,” she said softly. “Sab theek ho jayega.”
“Don’t think so much, Simmu,” she said softly. “Everything will be fine.”
 
She stood up, adjusting the short frock that still clung tightly to her body. As she walked toward the door, she paused right in front of Simran. Her voice dropped lower, intimate and filthy.
 
“Aur haan… tab tak usko andar mat lena. Na muh mein, na choot mein. Test negative aane do pehle. Main sure hoon tumhara bhi negative hi aayega… lekin risk mat lo.”
“And yes… until then don’t take him inside. Not in the mouth, not in the pussy. Let the test come negative first. I’m sure yours will also come negative… but don’t take the risk.”
 
Before Simran could react, Preeti’s hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her left breast through the soft fabric of the sundress. She gave the heavy, soft mound a firm little shake, feeling its weight and fullness in her palm.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in pure shock.
 
“Preeti—!”
 
Preeti just smiled, gave the tit one last small squeeze, and then released it.
 
“Kal milte hain,” she said casually, as if she hadn’t just groped her friend’s breast. Then she turned and walked out of the room, the short frock hugging her ass as she disappeared down the stairs.
 
Simran stood frozen in place, her heart beating fast. Her left breast still tingled from Preeti’s bold touch. The filthy warning about not taking Bhola’s cock inside her until the tests were done only made the ache between her legs worse.
 
She was still unfinished.
 
And now she had to wait.
 
It was around 9 pm when Simran came downstairs.