Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[silverfoxx]

Write more about Bhola and Simran only 
Don't add Priya, Bhola's bhabhi and other stuff 

Let us enjoy proper fuck of our milky cow Simran as soon as possible

[ritwik10]

Yes please let bhola and Simran fuck properly first

[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.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The distant thunder rumbled again, far away on the horizon, like a warning she was choosing to ignore.
 
Simran was still sitting on the balcony chair, legs stretched out, the cool night breeze brushing over her skin, when her phone lit up and started ringing.
 
It was Ravi.
 
She took a deep breath, forced a soft smile onto her face, and answered.
 
“Hello, Ravi,” she said warmly, trying to sound normal.
 
“Hey, baby,” Ravi’s voice came through, sounding tired but happy. “I’ve been trying to call since I landed. How are you? Everything okay there?”
 
Simran leaned back in the chair, looking out at the dark garden.
 
“I’m fine… just sitting on the balcony. The rain finally stopped, but it’s still a bit chilly.
 
How was your day? How did the project meeting go?”
 
Ravi let out a long, satisfied sigh.
 
“It went really well, actually. This is a very huge company, Simran. They have offices in almost every major city and their gaming and digital magazine platforms are massive. The team I met today was impressed with our AI integration ideas. They want to move fast; we’re talking about a potential multi-year contract here. I spent the whole day in back-to-back meetings. It was exhausting but exciting.”
Simran smiled, genuinely happy for him.
 
“That sounds amazing. I’m so proud of you. Did you get a chance to meet Jasleen and Rajiv yet?”
 
Ravi chuckled softly.
 
“Not yet. My flight was in the evening, so I didn’t get any free time today. But tomorrow I should have a few hours in the afternoon. I’ll try to meet them then. I don’t want them to feel bad that I came to Bangalore and didn’t see them.”
 
Simran nodded even though he couldn’t see her.
 
“Yes, please do. They’ll be really happy to see you. So… did you have dinner? What did you eat?”
 
“I had something light at the hotel; just some dal, rice, and roti. Nothing special. How about you? Did you eat properly? I know you skip meals when I’m not around.”
 
Simran laughed lightly, hiding the truth.
 
“I had some snacks with Preeti earlier. She came over in the evening. We sat and talked for a long time. It was nice. I’m not very hungry now, so I think I’ll just go to sleep soon.”
 
Ravi’s voice softened.
 
“Preeti came? That’s good. You must have had a nice time catching up. Okay, baby, you rest. I’ll call you tomorrow morning before my meeting. Love you.”
 
“Love you too,” Simran replied, her voice warm but carrying a slight edge of guilt.
 
“Come back soon.”
 
She ended the call and let the phone rest in her lap for a moment. The conversation had been normal, loving, exactly like any other night when Ravi was away. Yet inside her chest, everything felt completely different now.
 
Simran stayed on the balcony for a long time after the call with Ravi ended. The cool night air brushed against her skin, carrying the fresh scent of rain-soaked earth from the garden below. She finished her drink slowly, the ice clinking softly in the glass as her mind replayed everything; Bhola’s thick cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum, Preeti’s shocking proposal, the weight of all the secrets she was carrying.
 
She felt exhausted. Overwhelmed. The thoughts were too heavy, too fast, too dangerous. She couldn’t process them anymore tonight.
 
Enough, she thought. I need to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll think clearly.
 
She stood up, left the empty glass on the table, and walked back inside. She changed into her comfortable nightwear; a soft, oversized T-shirt and loose shorts; and slipped under the covers. The moment her head touched the pillow, exhaustion pulled her under. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, her body finally demanding rest after the emotional and physical intensity of the day.
 
Downstairs in his small room, Bhola also went to bed early. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking about Simran. He had expected her to call him for milking before she slept, but she hadn’t. He felt a small pang of disappointment, but quickly pushed it away.
 
She must be tired, he thought. She’ll call me tomorrow if she needs me.
 
He turned onto his side and fell asleep quickly, his mind peaceful and simple as always.
 
Simran woke up the next day feeling restless. The events of yesterday refused to leave her mind. Preeti’s words kept echoing; the suggestion, the casual way she had spoken about using Bhola, the way it had planted dangerous seeds in Simran’s already confused head.
 
She couldn’t sit with it alone anymore.
 
After a quick breakfast, she told Bhola she was going out for some work. She changed into a simple yet elegant salwar kameez, grabbed her car keys, and drove straight to Preeti’s chamber.
 
Preeti was surprised but happy when Simran walked into her consultation room unannounced. She stood up from her desk with a warm smile.
 
“Simran? Everything alright? You look like you haven’t slept properly.”
 
Simran gave a tired smile and sat down on the chair opposite her.
 
“I need to talk. Do you have any drink here?”
 
Preeti laughed softly, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Babe, it’s 10 in the morning and we’re sitting in my chamber. What’s going on with you?”
 
Simran leaned back, rubbing her temple.
 
“Nothing… I’m just a hell lot confused with my life right now.”
 
Preeti studied her friend for a moment, then nodded understandingly.
 
“Okay, fine. I don’t have any OPD today luckily. Let’s go to The Guzzlers; that famous pub nearby. We can talk properly there.”
 
Simran agreed immediately. They drove together in Simran’s car. The drive was quiet and uneventful, both of them lost in their own thoughts as the city passed by.
 
The pub was dimly lit and almost empty at this hour. They chose a quiet corner booth. After ordering two gin and tonics, they settled in.
 
Simran took a sip and looked at Preeti.
 
“Do you remember what you said last night?”
 
Preeti took a slow sip, then nodded.
 
“Yes.”
 
Simran stared at her drink for a second before continuing.
 
“Do you know how absurd it is?”
 
Preeti gave a small smile.
 
“Yes.”

[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.”

[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.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

After lunch, as she sat back on the sofa trying to relax, Bhola came over. Without hesitation, he leaned down, slipped both hands under her loose T-shirt, and cupped her heavy breasts. He lifted them slightly, squeezing gently to check their fullness.
 
“Bhabhi… ye toh bahut full ho gayi hain,” he said softly, almost concerned. “Kal raat se aapne doodh nahi chuswaya… bahut dard ho raha hoga aapko.”
“Bhabhi… these have become so full,” he said softly, almost concerned. “You didn’t get the milk sucked out since last night… it must be hurting a lot.”
 
Simran’s breath caught at the casual way he handled her tits; like they belonged to him to check and care for. She looked at him for a long second, then spoke quietly but firmly.
 
“Bhola… yahan pehle baitho. Mujhe tumse baat karni hai.”
“Bhola… sit here first. I need to talk to you.”
 
Bhola immediately released her breasts, letting them settle back under the T-shirt with a soft jiggle. He sat down on the sofa beside her, looking at her with calm, attentive eyes, waiting for whatever she wanted to say.
 
The air between them felt thick with unspoken tension. Simran’s heart was beating faster as she tried to find the right words to begin.
 
Bhola pulled a low stool and sat near the sofa, looking up at Simran attentively. Simran folded her knees and sat properly on the sofa, facing him. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts.
 
“Bhola… tum itne din se meri madad kar rahe ho. Main bahut shukraguzar hoon tumhara… ki tum itna khayal rakh rahe ho mera. Lekin tumhe… ”
“Bhola… you have been helping me for so many days. I am really very grateful to you… that you are taking such good care of me. But you…”
 
Before she could finish, Bhola’s eyes dropped to her chest. The loose white T-shirt already had two growing wet spots over her nipples.
 
“Bhabhi… aap phir se leak kar rahi hain,” he said softly, almost concerned. “May I suck the milk while you tell me? Aapki T-shirt phir se geeli ho rahi hai.”
“Bhabhi… you are leaking again,” he said softly, almost concerned. “May I suck the milk while you tell me? Your T-shirt is getting wet again.”
 
Without waiting for a proper answer, Bhola moved closer. Simran’s legs parted involuntarily as he knelt between them. He gently lifted the hem of her T-shirt, exposing one full, heavy breast. The pink nipple was already leaking, a thick white drop rolling down the curve. Bhola leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking with a long, slow pull.
 
Simran gasped sharply, her back arching a little.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…”
 
The warm, wet suction sent an immediate jolt through her body. She instinctively pushed his face away gently, breathing fast.
 
“Bhola… aise nahi… tum yahan let jao… meri godi mein… warna baat karna mushkil ho jayega.”
“Bhola… not like this… you lie down here… in my lap… otherwise it will be difficult to talk.”
 
Bhola nodded obediently. He shifted and lay down on the sofa, placing his head comfortably on her soft lap. Simran adjusted herself, and he lifted the T-shirt again, exposing both breasts now. He took her left nipple into his mouth and started sucking; this time with strong, hungry pulls.
 
Simran moaned, her hand instinctively going to the back of his head.
 
“Bhola… dheere… itna zor se mat kheecho… concentration nahi ho rahi hai…”
“Bhola… slowly… don’t pull so hard… I can’t concentrate…”
 
Bhola released the nipple for a second, milk dripping from his lips.
 
“Bhabhi… aap baat karte raho. Main dheere dheere choosunga.”
“Bhabhi… you keep talking. I’ll suck slowly.”
 
He latched on again, this time sucking with slower, deeper pulls; long, rhythmic suctions that made wet, soft sounds. Milk flowed steadily into his mouth as he drank from her. Simran tried to focus, her fingers gently stroking his hair while her breast was being emptied.
 
The position was incredibly intimate; Bhola lying with his head in her lap, mouth latched onto her tit, drinking her milk like it was the most natural thing in the world, while Simran struggled to find the right words to continue their serious conversation.
 
Simran tried to keep her voice steady even as Bhola’s warm mouth worked on her breast. She stroked his hair gently while speaking.
 
“Bhola… abhi toh Ravi ghar pe nahi hai, isliye hum aise kar sakte hain. Lekin jab woh wapas aayenge, tumhe bahut careful rehna padega. Tum jab chahe mere boobs pakad ke check nahi kar sakte. Samajh gaye?”
“Bhola… right now Ravi is not at home, that’s why we can do it like this. But when he comes back, you’ll have to be very careful. You can’t just grab my boobs and check whenever you want. Understood?”
 
Bhola responded by sucking harder on her nipple; a long, powerful pull that made milk jet into his mouth. Simran gasped sharply, her back arching.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola!”
 
She smiled despite herself, her fingers tightening in his hair.
 
“Aur haan… jab ghar mein sirf hum dono ho, tab tum sirf pant pehen sakte ho. Underwear mat pehna karo. Mujhe nahi chahiye ki tum takleef mein raho… aur main bhi nahi chahti ki tumhara woh… mujhe hurt kare.”
“And yes… when only the two of us are at home, then you can wear only pants. Don’t wear underwear. I don’t want you to be in trouble… and I also don’t want that thing of yours… to hurt me.”
 
Saying that, she reached down with her right hand and lightly pushed his heavy, soft cock with her index finger. The thick log twitched and flicked upward in response, already starting to thicken again.
 
Simran chuckled softly, a low, husky sound.
 
“Dekho… ye bhi sun raha hai meri baat.”
“Look… even this is listening to me.”
 
Bhola moaned around her nipple but kept sucking slowly. Simran continued, her voice turning a little more serious.
 
“Aur haan… tumhe samajhna padega ki meri boobs kab full ho jaati hain. Tumhe time nikal ke mera doodh peena padega… lekin chhup chhup ke. Jab Ravi ghar pe ho toh bahut dhyan rakhna padega.”
“And yes… you’ll have to understand when my boobs get full. You’ll have to take out time and drink my milk… but secretly. When Ravi is at home, you’ll have to be very careful.”
 
While speaking, Simran’s mind wandered into darker territory.
 
How do I even use this dick? It’s right here… so close… so fucking huge. It would be so easy to just tell him to fuck me right now. Spread my legs and let him push that monster inside me. But no… not yet. That would be crossing a line I might never come back from.
 
She chuckled quietly at her own filthy thoughts.
 
In the meantime, Bhola had started sucking at a faster pace, his cheeks hollowing with greedy pulls. Milk was flowing freely now, some of it spilling from the corners of his mouth and running down her breast.
 
Simran tapped his head lightly.
 
“Bhola… dheere… aur mera share mat bhoolna.”
“Bhola… slowly… and don’t forget my share.”
 
Bhola smiled against her breast, nipple still in his mouth. He sucked long and deep, gathering a big mouthful of warm milk. Then he lifted his head, leaned up, and pressed his lips to hers.
 
Simran bent down willingly and opened her mouth. He pushed the thick, creamy milk onto her tongue in a deep, wet smooch. Their tongues met immediately, sliding against each other as she swallowed her own milk mixed with his spit. The kiss lingered longer than necessary; tongues dancing, lips sucking, breaths mingling. Milk and saliva dripped messily between them.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

They did this several times; Bhola sucking long and hard from her tits, gathering milk, then feeding it to her with increasingly filthy kisses. Each kiss lasted longer, with more tongue, more hunger. Simran’s hand stayed on the back of his head, pulling him closer as the kisses turned from simple milk transactions into something much more passionate.
 
Meanwhile, Bhola’s cock was growing enormously huge again. The thick shaft had lifted fully, standing proud and angry, veins bulging, the fat head leaking fresh precum in heavy drops.
 
Simran kept kissing him, moaning softly into his mouth, completely lost in the filthy, intimate act while her servant drank from her breasts and fed her back her own milk.
 
The living room was filled with the wet sounds of sucking, kissing, and soft, needy moans.
 
Simran’s eyes kept drifting down to the massive bulge in Bhola’s pants. It was growing rapidly, the thick outline pushing obscenely against the fabric, the fat head clearly visible as it strained upward. She tried to pull his pants down with one hand while he was still latched onto her breast, but the angle was awkward and the pants were tight.
 
“Bhola… jaldi se pant utaar do,” she whispered urgently, voice thick with lust. “Main time waste nahi karna chahti baad mein. Dekho… ye phir se itna bada ho gaya hai.”
“Bhola… quickly take off your pants,” she whispered urgently, voice thick with lust. “I don’t want to waste time later. Look… it has become so big again.”
 
Bhola released her nipple with a wet pop, milk dripping from his lips. He stood up obediently in front of her. Simran realized he was waiting for her to do it herself. She smiled up at him, a naughty, hungry smile.
 
“Accha… main hi utaar deti hoon.”
“Okay… I’ll take it off myself.”
 
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down. The moment the fabric cleared his hips, his enormous cock sprang out like a wild animal; thick, dark, and rock-hard, swinging heavily before standing tall and proud. The fat purple head was already leaking a thick bead of precum that glistened at the tip.
 
Simran couldn’t control herself. She leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss right on the sensitive head.
 
“Mwahhh…”
 
The cock twitched violently and swelled even more at the contact. She pulled back slightly, licking her lips.
 
“Abhi haath se hi… Wapis let jao aur chuso dubara.”
“For now, just with my hand… Lie down again and suck them once more.”
 
Bhola lay back down on the sofa, placing his head on her soft lap again. He lifted her T-shirt and latched onto her right breast, sucking with long, hungry pulls. Simran moaned softly and wrapped her right hand around his massive, throbbing lund. She started stroking it slowly from base to head, her small hand barely able to wrap around the girth.
 
“Bhola… ye itna mota aur sakht kaise ho jata hai har baar?” she whispered filthily while stroking him. “Kya khilata hai isko? Itna bada lund… itna garam… itna veiny…”
“Bhola… how does it become so thick and hard every time?” she whispered filthily while stroking him. “What do you feed it? Such a big cock… so hot… so veiny…”
 
Bhola moaned against her tit, sucking harder, taking more of the soft flesh into his mouth. Simran squeaked, her body jerking.
 
“Dheere… dheere Bhola… jaanwar mat bano… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan ….ahhhhh?”
“Slowly… slowly Bhola… don’t become an animal… aaahhh… my boobs ….ahhhhh?”
 
Bhola slowed down a little, but his sucking was still strong and greedy. He pulled off the nipple for a second, gathered a big mouthful of milk, and looked up at her. Simran understood instantly. She bent down, opened her mouth, and they locked into a deep, messy smooch. He pushed the warm milk into her mouth as their tongues tangled wetly.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…” Simran moaned into the kiss, swallowing her own milk while her right hand kept stroking his huge, thick rod; up and down, twisting gently around the fat head.
 
Bhola’s left hand moved to her right tit, squeezing it firmly, milk leaking between his fingers as he mauled the soft, heavy flesh. Simran moaned louder into his mouth, her body trembling with pleasure. The kiss grew filthier; tongues fucking each other, spit and milk mixing messily, dripping down their chins.
 
They broke the kiss only for Bhola to latch back onto her tit, sucking hard again. Simran kept stroking his monster cock with long, slow strokes, her hand getting slick with his leaking precum.
 
“Bhola… tumhara lund itna bada hai… mera haath chhota pad raha hai iske liye… phir bhi main ise chod nahi sakti… aaahhh… choos le… pi le mera doodh…”
“Bhola… your cock is so big… my hand is feeling too small for it… still I can’t let it go… aaahhh… suck… drink my milk…”
 
The living room was filled with the wet sounds of sucking, stroking, and their shared, hungry moans. Bhola’s cock throbbed powerfully in her hand, growing even thicker as she pumped it, while he drank greedily from her leaking breasts.
 
Neither of them wanted this moment to end.
 
Bhola suddenly broke the deep, milky kiss with a wet pop, strings of spit and milk still connecting their lips. He looked up at Simran with that innocent yet hungry expression, his mouth shiny.
 
“Bhabhi… aapne kal kaha tha na… jo ladki mujhse shaadi karegi wo unlucky bhi hogi kyunki mera lund itna bada hai ki uski choot phat jayegi. Lekin… bachche toh choot se hi nikalte hain na? Toh problem kya hai?”
“Bhabhi… you said yesterday na… the girl who marries me will also be unlucky because my cock is so big that her pussy will tear. But… babies come out from the pussy only, right? So what’s the problem?”
 
Simran’s eyes widened. She pushed his face away from her tits lightly, breathing hard.
 
“Bhola… shut up! Apna kaam karo… choos rahe ho toh chooso.”
“Bhola… shut up! Do your work… if you’re sucking then suck.”
 
But Bhola didn’t move. He stayed with his head on her lap, looking up at her with genuine curiosity, his massive cock throbbing in her hand.
 
“Bolo na Bhabhi… batao.”
 
Simran sighed, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She reluctantly answered, her voice low.
 
“Haan… bachche nikalte hain choot se. Lekin tumhara lund itna mota aur lamba hai ki pehli baar mein bahut dard hoga… bahut mushkil se andar jayega. Pussy ko time lagega adjust hone mein.”
“Yes… babies come out from there. But your cock is so thick and long that the first time it will hurt a lot… it will go in with great difficulty. The pussy will take time to adjust.”
Bhola tilted his head, still lying comfortably on her lap.
 
“Toh phir problem kya hai? Agar baby nikal sakta hai toh mera lund kyun nahi ja sakta?”
“So then what’s the problem? If a baby can come out, then why can’t my cock go in?”
 
Simran let out a soft, embarrassed laugh and lightly slapped his chest.
 
“Bhola… tum bahut shameless ho gaye ho. Haan… dard toh hoga shuru mein… lekin dheere dheere pussy adjust ho jayegi. Lekin tumhe bahut careful rehna padega… jaldi mat karna, warna ladki ko chot lag jayegi.”
“Bhola… you have become very shameless. Yes… it will hurt in the beginning… but slowly the pussy will adjust. But you’ll have to be very careful… don’t do it fast, otherwise the girl will get hurt.”
 
She paused, then added with a small, almost sad smile.
 
“Lekin jab tum shaadi kar loge… tab mujhe bhool jaoge na?”
“But when you get married… then you will forget me, right?”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola sat up slowly, his huge, rock-hard cock standing proudly between them. He looked straight into her eyes with surprising sincerity.
 
“Kaise bhool sakta hoon main aapko, Bhabhi? Meri zindagi… mera yeh lund… sab aapka hai. Aap jo chahe kar sakti hain iske saath.”
“How can I forget you, Bhabhi? My life… this cock of mine… everything is yours. You can do whatever you want with it.”
 
He pointed at his massive, veiny cock, the fat head still glistening.
 
“Yeh lund… yeh aapka hai, Bhabhi. Agar aap ise choosna chahti hain toh main kisi ke saamne bhi pant utaar dunga aur aapko choosne dunga. Aur agar aap ise apni choot mein chahti hain… toh woh bhi aapka hai. Main kabhi mana nahi karunga.”
“This cock… this is yours, Bhabhi. If you want to suck it, I’ll take off my pants in front of anyone and let you suck it. And if you want it in your pussy… that is also yours. I will never refuse.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in genuine surprise when he so casually mentioned her choot. Her pussy clenched hard at his words.
 
“Bhola… badmash…”
 
She couldn’t resist anymore. She grabbed the back of his thighs with both hands and pulled him closer, yanking his hips toward her face. His enormous cock slapped heavily against her cheek before she guided the fat head to her lips.
 
She opened her mouth wide and took the swollen head inside with a hungry “Ummmmhhhh…” sound. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the leaking tip, tasting the sweet-salty mix of precum.
 
Bhola groaned deeply, his hand gently resting on her head.
 
“Bhabhi… bahut achha lag raha hai… aapka muh itna garam hai…”
“Bhabhi… it feels so good… your mouth is so hot…”
 
Simran moaned around his cock, sucking with wet, filthy sounds; *slurp… gluck… mmmphhh*; while her hands stroked the thick shaft she couldn’t fully take. Her heavy tits swayed with every bob of her head, still leaking milk from earlier.
 
The living room was filled with the obscene sounds of her devoted sucking and Bhola’s low, satisfied groans.
 
Simran pulled her mouth off Bhola’s thick, throbbing cock with a wet *pop*. Thick strings of spit and precum connected her swollen lips to the fat, glistening head. She gulped down the messy juices in her mouth, breathing heavily, and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhola… kya tum apne vaade ke baare mein sure ho? Ki main isko kabhi bhi choos sakti hoon… jab chahe?”
“Bhola… are you sure about your promise? That I can suck it anytime… whenever I want?”
 
Bhola looked down at her, his voice low and sincere.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh aapka hai. Aap iske saath jo chahe kar sakti hain. Jab chahe, jahan chahe.”
“Bhabhi… this is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. Whenever you want, wherever you want.”
 
Simran’s pussy clenched hard at his words. She wrapped both hands around the massive shaft again and started stroking it firmly while leaning in to suck the head at the same time. Her tongue swirled around the leaking tip as she pumped the thick rod with both fists, massaging his heavy balls with her fingers.
 
“Ummmmph… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh…”
 
She was sucking and stroking with pure hunger when she suddenly felt warm milk leaking from her own nipples in thin sprays. It was dripping down her breasts while she was busy worshipping his cock. The realization hit her; if this continued, who would empty her aching tits?
 
“Bhabhi, aaahhh…aap bahot achche se chusti to.”
“Bhabhi, aaahhh… you suck so well.”
 
She gathered all her courage, pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment, and looked up at him. His huge, veiny monster rested against the right side of her face, the fat head brushing her cheek.
 
“Bhola… sirf main hi tumhe pleasure de rahi hoon. Phir mera kaun karega?”
“Bhola… I’m the only one giving you pleasure. Then who will take care of me?”
 
Bhola looked confused, breathing hard.
 
“Bhabhi… main samjha nahi.”
“Bhabhi… I didn’t understand.”
 
Simran licked the underside of his cock once more, then looked up again with pleading, horny eyes.
 
“Batao… mera kaun khayal rakhega?”
“Tell me… who will take care of me?”
 
Bhola finally understood. His voice was soft but full of devotion.
 
“Bhabhi… aap batao mujhe kya karna hai. Main sab kuch karunga.”
“Bhabhi… you tell me what to do. I will do everything.”
 
Simran’s heart raced. She looked straight into his eyes.
 
“Promise?”
 
“Ji Bhabhi… promise.”
 
Simran smiled, a mix of nervousness and raw lust on her face.
 
“Accha… pehle yeh kaam khatam kar leti hoon.”
“Okay… let me finish this first.”
 
She dove back onto his cock with renewed hunger. She sucked hard and fast; loud, sloppy, desperate sounds filling the room.
 
“Gluck… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh… gluck-gluck-gluck!”
 
Her head bobbed aggressively, taking as much of the thick shaft as she could while her hands pumped the rest and massaged his heavy balls. Within fifteen minutes, Bhola’s cock swelled impossibly thicker in her mouth. The veins bulged, the head pulsed against her tongue.
 
Simran knew he was close. She sucked even harder, moaning around the massive girth.
 
Bhola groaned loudly, his hips twitching.
 
“Bhabhi… aaahhh… ahhhh…ahhhhh”
 
He exploded.
 
Wave after thick wave of hot, creamy cum flooded her mouth. Simran tried to swallow as fast as she could, but it was too much. Huge goblets of thick sperm hit the back of her throat with force, filling her mouth completely. She gulped noisily, but still plenty spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits.
 
“Ammmmm… gluck… ahhhhmmmm… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola jerked and grunted, emptying his heavy balls straight into her willing mouth. When the last powerful spurt finally stopped, Simran slowly pulled off, gasping for air. Thick cum dripped from her lips and chin. She looked thoroughly used; face messy, tits leaking, eyes glassy with lust.
 
Bhola was panting, looking down at her with gratitude.
 
“Bhabhi… thank you… bahut bahut thank you.”
 
Simran wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still breathing hard, cum glistening on her lips.
 
“Pehle meri boobs se doodh pi lo… phir main bataungi kya karna hai.”
“First drink the milk from my boobs… then I’ll tell you what to do.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola immediately lay back down on the sofa, placing his head on her lap again. He lifted her T-shirt and latched onto her right nipple, sucking with long, strong pulls. Milk flowed freely into his mouth as Simran leaned back, stroking his hair, her body still humming from the intense blowjob she had just given him.
 
The living room was thick with the scent of sex, milk, and cum.
 
And the real conversation; the dangerous one; was still waiting to happen.
 
Simran wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, thick strands of Bhola’s cum still glistening on her lips and chin. She was panting softly, her heavy breasts rising and falling, both nipples dark, wet, and swollen from his earlier sucking. Milk continued to leak in thin, steady streams down the curves of her tits.
 
Bhola didn’t waste a second. He latched back onto her right breast with renewed hunger, sucking with deep, forceful pulls. His cheeks hollowed dramatically as he drew long mouthfuls of warm, sweet milk from her.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola…!” Simran moaned loudly, her head falling back against the sofa. “Ummmm… itna zor se mat chooso… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan phat jayengi…”
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola…!” Simran moaned loudly, her head falling back against the sofa. “Ummmm… don’t suck so hard… aaahhh… my boobs will tear…”
 
Bhola’s massive cock lay heavy and thick on his right thigh; even in its semi-soft state, it looked intimidating. The shaft was veiny, dark, and long, the fat head resting against his leg, still glistening with her spit and the last drops of his cum. Simran’s eyes kept drifting down to it. She felt a fresh wave of lust hit her. She wanted it back in her mouth; right now. But she resisted, biting her lower lip hard.
 
Bhola had become an expert with her breasts over the last few days. He knew exactly how to drive her crazy. He released the nipple for a second, gave it a soft, wet kiss, then extended his tongue and started flickering it rapidly; fast, teasing flicks that made the sensitive bud twitch and harden even more.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ummmm… aaahhh…!”
 
Simran’s moans grew louder and more desperate with every flick. The faster he moved his tongue, the more she squirmed on the sofa, her thighs pressing together tightly.
 
“Ummmm… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… meri nipple… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola smiled against her breast and switched to the left nipple, repeating the same filthy routine; long, greedy sucks mixed with rapid tongue flicking. Simran’s moans filled the room.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ummmphhh… aaahhh… dheere… aaahhh… main mar jaungi aise…!”
 
Every few minutes, Bhola would pause to catch his breath. The moment he lifted his head, Simran would plunge down and capture his mouth in a deep, hungry smooch. Their tongues would immediately tangle, tasting milk and cum mixed together. During these breaks, her right hand would reach down and wrap around his heavy cock again, stroking it slowly.
 
The monster began to awaken.
 
With every stroke of her hand, Bhola’s cock thickened and hardened rapidly. Within minutes, it stood fully erect again; thick, veiny, and angry, throbbing powerfully in her palm.
 
Bhola went back to her right breast, sucking with renewed force. He suddenly grabbed her nipple between his teeth and pulled it hard; stretching the sensitive peak while sucking the last drops of milk from her breast.
 
Simran screamed in pure ecstasy.
 
“AAHHHHHH… BHOLA…!”
 
Her back arched sharply off the sofa, her fingers digging into his hair as her body trembled violently. Milk sprayed from her nipple even as he pulled it, and the sharp mix of pleasure and pain sent her over the edge.
 
Bhola finally released her nipple with a wet pop, breathing heavily, his lips shiny with milk. Simran collapsed back against the sofa, panting, her body glowing with sweat and lust.
 
The living room was thick with the scent of sex, milk, and raw desire.
 
Simran looked down at him, her eyes glassy, chest heaving.
 
“Bhola…” she whispered, voice hoarse.
 
“Ab… ab main tujhe bataungi kya karna hai…”
“Now… now I’ll tell you what to do…”
 
Simran was still breathing heavily after the intense blowjob she had just given him. Her lips were swollen, chin shiny with his cum, and her heavy breasts were leaking milk down her stomach. She looked at Bhola with dark, hungry eyes and spoke in a low, husky voice.
 
“Bhola… mujhe apne room mein le chalo.”
“Bhola… take me to your room.”
 
Bhola didn’t ask any questions. The moment the words left her mouth, he stood up, completely naked, his massive cock still half-hard and heavy between his legs. Without any hesitation, he bent down, slid one strong arm under her knees and the other behind her back, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.
 
Simran gasped as her body left the sofa. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Bhola carried her like she weighed nothing, walking naked through the living room toward his small room at the back of the house. His huge cock swung heavily with every step, the thick shaft slapping softly against his thigh. Simran could feel the heat radiating from it against her outer thigh.
 
When they reached his room, Simran whispered,
 
“Bed pe rakh do mujhe.”
“Put me on the bed.”
 
Bhola gently lowered her onto his bed. Simran sat up on her elbows, looking at him. His cock was already thickening again, standing proud and heavy.
 
“Bhola…” she said, almost in disbelief, “tumhara lund itni jaldi phir se itna hard kaise ho gaya?”
“Bhola…” she said, almost in disbelief, “how the hell are you hard again so soon?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly but proudly, his cock twitching visibly.
 
Simran bit her lip and continued,
 
“Ab yahan aa jaao.”
“Now come here”
 
Bhola climbed onto the bed and moved closer to her.
 
Simran looked straight into his eyes and spoke clearly.
 
“Jaise tumhe release ke baad achha lagta hai… main bhi feel karti hoon. Mujhe bhi release chahiye… yahan se.” She pointed between her legs. “Ab main tujhe relief nahi dungi jab tak tu mujhe relief nahi dega.”
“Just like you feel good after a release… main bhi feel karti hoon. Mujhe bhi release chahiye… yahan se.” She pointed between her legs. “Ab main tujhe relief nahi dungi jab tak tu mujhe relief nahi dega.”
 
Bhola looked at her seriously and nodded.
 
“Chinta mat kijiye, Bhabhi. Main aapko bhi maje dunga. Mujhe pata hai kaise pani nikalte hai.”
“Don’t worry, Bhabhi. I’ll give you pleasure too. I know how to make you cum.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in surprise.
 
“Tumhe kaise pata?” she asked. “Tuhara koi girlfriend tha pehle?”
“How did you know?” she asked. “Did you have a girlfriend before?”
 
Bhola quickly shook his head.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… aaj subah jab aap chali gayi thi, main bahut disturbed tha. Main soch raha tha ki main aapko kabhi bhi thik se enjoyment nahi de raha hoon. Isliye maine… kuch videos dekhe.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“No Bhabhi… this morning when you left, I was very disturbed. I was thinking that I’m never able to give you proper enjoyment. That’s why I… watched some videos.”
 
Simran raised an eyebrow.
 
“Videos? Kya videos?”
 
Bhola looked a little embarrassed but answered honestly.
 
“Bhabhi…videos. Bahut saari thi… lekin main samajh gaya ki aapko kya chahiye. Main aapko bahut relief dunga… bilkul aapne mujhe diya hai.”
“Bhabhi… videos. There were so many… but I understood what you need. I will give you a lot of relief… exactly the way you have given me.”
 
Simran was genuinely surprised. She stared at him for a second.
 
“Tumne porn dekha?” she asked, half amused, half shocked.
“You watched porn?” she asked, half amused, half shocked.
 
“Ji Bhabhi,” he replied softly. “Aur main aapko bahut mazaa dunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi,” he replied softly. “And I will give you a lot of pleasure.”
 
Simran felt a strange mix of emotions; surprise, amusement, and a deep, throbbing arousal. She liked this new initiative from him. She had expected to control the pace, but hearing him say he wanted to please her turned her on even more.
 
She looked down at his massive, fully erect cock standing between them and spoke in a softer voice.
 
“Bhola… lekin tu bahut bada hai mere liye.”
“Bhola… but you are too big for me.”
 
Bhola nodded calmly, his voice gentle but firm.
 
“Main jaanta hoon Bhabhi… lekin main kuch force nahi karunga. Aap jaisa chahegi, waisa hi karenge.”
“I know Bhabhi… but I won’t force anything. We’ll do exactly as you want.”
 
Simran stared at him, her heart pounding. The huge, veiny cock was pointing straight at her, thick and angry, the fat head glistening. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.
 
The air in the small room was thick with tension, lust, and the scent of sex.
 
Bhola looked at Simran with a mix of hunger and nervousness, his massive cock still standing rock-hard between his legs.
 
“Bhabhi… let jaiye please,”
“Bhabhi… please lie down,” he said softly.
 
Simran nodded and lay back on his bed. Bhola climbed over her and gently pulled her loose T-shirt up and over her head, exposing her full, heavy breasts. Her dark, wet nipples were still leaking milk from earlier. He tossed the T-shirt aside and looked at her body for a moment, almost in awe.
 
He then moved down to her feet. He started planting soft, slow kisses on her toes; one by one. The moment his warm lips touched her, Simran felt an electric jolt shoot straight up her legs.
 
“Ummmm…” she moaned softly.
 
Bhola took her big toe into his mouth and sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around it. Simran’s eyes widened in surprise.
 
What the hell did he watch? she thought.
 
This boy is doing things even I didn’t expect.
 
He kissed the arch of her foot, then moved slowly up her calves, pressing his lips against her smooth skin. When he reached the sensitive spot behind her knees, Simran couldn’t control herself and let out a giggle, trying to pull her leg away.
 
“Bhola… hehe… stop… it tickles…”
 
But Bhola was determined. He firmly caught her left leg with both hands and continued kissing upwards, moving past her calves toward her thighs. His lips were warm and wet as he kissed and lightly sucked on her soft, milky skin.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. She didn’t know where to focus; the sensation of his mouth on her thighs or the thick, heavy monster cock that kept brushing against her shin and knees as he moved.
 
Bhola’s rock-hard cock was so long and thick that even while he was kissing her thighs, the fat head would occasionally tap against her skin, leaving small wet marks of precum.
 
When he reached her upper thighs, he became even more passionate. He kissed and licked the soft, squishy flesh of her inner thighs, moving dangerously close to her soaked pussy. Simran’s legs trembled. She was torn between pleasure and the overwhelming presence of his huge cock rubbing against her legs.
 
Suddenly, Bhola stopped.
 
Without saying a word, he gently turned her over onto her stomach. Simran let him flip her without resistance. He placed his hands under her thighs, gripped them firmly, and lifted her ass slightly off the bed.
 
Now her round, plump ass was raised, and Bhola leaned down to kiss the back of her upper thighs; slow, deliberate kisses that made her moan into the pillow.
 
“Ummmm… Bhola…” she whimpered, her voice muffled.
 
His lips moved slowly across the soft skin just below her ass cheeks, getting dangerously close to her pussy. His massive cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, occasionally brushing against her calves as he worshipped the back of her thighs.
 
Simran gripped the bedsheet tightly, her body burning with anticipation, wondering how far Bhola was planning to go; and how much longer she could resist giving in completely.
 
Bhola’s hands moved slowly but deliberately. One hand reached for the button of her loose grey shorts while the other gently stroked her thigh. He unbuttoned it with surprising patience, then started pulling the waistband down.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in panic. Both her hands shot behind her and grabbed the shorts tightly, trying to stop him.
 
“Bhola… no…” she whispered, her voice shaky.
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned down and started planting soft, warm kisses on the soft skin of her upper thighs. The kisses were slow and teasing, moving higher and higher. Every time his lips touched her skin, Simran’s grip on the shorts loosened just a little.
 
“Bhola… please…” she breathed, but the resistance in her voice was fading.
 
Bhola kept kissing; deep, lingering kisses that made her skin tingle. He moved upward, his lips brushing the lower curve of her magnificent, heart-shaped ass. The moment his mouth touched the soft, plump flesh of her ass cheeks, Simran’s hands finally slipped. Her inhibition crumbled.
 
With one smooth pull, Bhola yanked the shorts completely down to her knees, exposing her beautiful, milky-white ass. It was full, round, and perfect; two soft, jiggling globes that looked like they were made to be worshipped.
 
Simran let out a sharp scream, half in shock, half in arousal.
 
“Bhola… NO! Don’t…!”
 
Her shorts were now tangled around her knees. Her tiny white panties were doing a very poor job of covering her; the thin fabric was wedged deep between her ass cheeks, and the crotch was already soaked, clearly outlining the puffy lips of her pussy. The delicate “rose petals” of her pussy were faintly visible through the wet lace.
 
Bhola didn’t waste a second. He pulled the shorts completely off and tossed them aside. Now Simran was lying on his bed wearing nothing but her soaked panties, her ass raised slightly.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Without any hesitation, Bhola moved closer, his face just inches from her pussy. He took a long, deep sniff; slow and deliberate; breathing in her scent like it was the most precious thing in the world.
 
Simran squeaked in embarrassment.
 
“Bhola… kya kar rahe ho?!”
“Bhola… what are you doing?!”
 
Bhola didn’t answer immediately. He placed a soft, reverent kiss right on her pussy lips over the wet panties and whispered against her skin:
 
“Bhabhi… aapki gaand itni beautiful hai… main yahin ghar bana ke hamesha rehna chahta hoon. Har roz aapki choot ki khushboo sung kar saans lena chahta hoon. Yeh khushboo… itni achhi hai… main roz aapki choot sung kar hi jeena chahta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… your ass is so beautiful… I want to make my home right here and stay here forever. Every day I want to breathe by smelling your pussy. This smell… it’s so good… I just want to live by smelling your pussy every single day.”
 
Simran’s face burned with shame and arousal. She tried to reach back with her left hand to cover herself.
 
“Shhh… Bhola… tum kitne gandi baatein kar rahe ho… mujhe sharam aarahi hai…”
“Shhh… Bhola… you’re talking so dirty… I feel so ashamed…”
 
But Bhola wasn’t done. He gently held her hips and kept her ass slightly raised. He started kissing the back of her thighs again; slow, wet, worshipping kisses; moving from her knees all the way up to the soft curve where her ass met her thighs.
 
His rock-hard cock was hanging heavy and thick between his legs, occasionally brushing against her calves as he worshipped her body with his mouth.
 
Simran’s breathing was ragged. Her body was trembling. She was completely exposed, her soaked panties the only barrier left, while Bhola kissed and inhaled her most intimate places like he was addicted to her.
 
The room was filled with the sound of her soft, helpless moans and the wet sounds of his lips against her skin.
 
Simran was moaning uncontrollably now.
 
Her body was on fire. The slow, deliberate kisses and licks Bhola was giving to her inner thighs were driving her insane. Every time his warm tongue dragged across her soft, sensitive skin, her pussy clenched hard and fresh slick leaked out, soaking her panties even more. She was desperate; she wanted him to just bury his face in her pussy and suck her juices like he sucked her milk. But Bhola was being deliberately cruel.
 
He kept kissing and licking her inner thighs, moving dangerously close to her pussy… and then pulling back again. Never touching where she needed him most.
 
“Bhola… what are you doing?” Simran moaned, her voice trembling. “Why are you doing this to me? Please… don’t tease me like this…”
“Bhola… tum kya kar rahe ho?” Simran moaned, her voice trembling. “Tum mere saath aisa kyun kar rahe ho? Please… mujhe aise mat satao…”
 
Bhola didn’t answer. He just kept going; slow, wet kisses on her thighs, sometimes biting gently, sometimes licking long stripes up her skin. Simran’s legs were shaking.
 
Then Bhola had an idea.
 
Without warning, he shifted his position. He moved between her legs, slid his strong hands under her ass, and lifted her body slightly so she was now slanting on the bed; technically a 69 position, but Bhola was sitting whereas her upper body was a bit raised while her lower half stayed down. In this position, his massive, rock-hard cock was now like a pole right in front of her face.
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
The thick, veiny monster was inches from her lips, the fat head glistening with precum, the heavy shaft throbbing.
 
She was going mad.
 
Her pussy was aching, her clit throbbing, and now this huge cock was right there, tempting her. She wanted to suck it. She needed to suck it. But she was also desperate for her own release.
“Bhola…” she whispered, her voice shaky, “main tujhe tab tak nahi choosungi jab tak tu mujhe release nahi deta… jab tak mujhe cum nahi karwata…”
“Bhola…” she whispered, her voice shaky, “I won’t suck you off until you give me a release… until you make me cum…”
 
But even as she said it, her eyes were locked on his cock. She couldn’t resist.
 
She leaned forward slightly and planted a soft kiss on the tip. Then another. Then she started kissing along the sides of his thick shaft, her lips wet and warm. The cock twitched hard against her face.
 
Bhola groaned.
 
At that exact moment, while Simran was lost in kissing his cock, Bhola leaned down and planted one long, deep, deliberate kiss directly on her pussy lips over her soaked panties.
 
“Ummmmmmhh…”
 
The sensation was too much.
 
Simran’s entire body seized up. A violent shiver ran through her as her orgasm crashed into her without warning.
 
“AAHHHHHH… BHOLA…!”
 
Her pussy spasmed hard. A powerful gush of hot, clear love juice squirted out, soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. Her legs trembled violently, her back arched, and her whole body shook with the intensity of the orgasm.
 
Bhola didn’t waste even a second.
 
While she was still in the middle of her orgasm, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them down in one smooth motion, exposing her dripping, swollen pussy completely. The moment the panties were off, he buried his face between her legs and started drinking her juices straight from the source.
 
His tongue licked broad, hungry strokes across her pussy lips, sucking and lapping up every drop of her release like a man dying of thirst.
 
Simran completely lost it.
 
“AAHHHHHH… OH FUCK… BHOLA…!”
 
Her body convulsed. The orgasm was so intense she felt like she might faint. Her thighs clamped around his head as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Her pussy kept pulsing, releasing more and more of her sweet juices straight into his mouth.
 
Bhola gripped her waist firmly with both hands, holding her in place as he drank from her like he had been starving for this moment. His tongue pushed inside her, licking deep, then flattened and dragged slowly over her clit, making her scream again.
 
Simran’s moans were loud, broken, and filthy.
 
“AAHHH… UMMMMMHH… BHOLA… I’M CUMMING… OH GOD… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Her entire body was shaking violently. The orgasm lasted for nearly two full minutes; long, powerful waves that made her toes curl, her back arch, and her heavy breasts bounce with every shudder. Milk leaked from her nipples in thin streams as her body convulsed.
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, and drinking every drop she gave him, his face buried deep between her thighs, completely lost in the taste of his Bhabhi’s orgasm.
 
Simran lay there trembling, gasping, completely wrecked; her body still twitching from the aftershocks while Bhola continued to gently lap at her sensitive pussy, cleaning every last bit of her release with his tongue.
 
The room was filled with the sound of her heavy breathing and the wet, filthy sounds of Bhola drinking from her.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s body was still trembling violently when consciousness slowly returned to her. The orgasm had been so intense, so all-consuming, that for a few seconds she had actually blacked out. When her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she felt was something thick, warm, and heavy resting on her tongue.
 
A cock.
 
Bhola’s massive cock was in her mouth.
 
She had no memory of taking it in. Her lips were stretched wide around the thick head, and without even thinking, she started sucking on it instinctively, swallowing the salty-sweet precum that was already leaking onto her tongue.
 
“Ummmmphhh…” she moaned around the fat shaft, still half-dazed from the orgasm.
 
She had never experienced anything like the volcanic orgasm Bhola had just given her. Her entire body had convulsed like it was breaking apart. Her pussy had squirted so hard that her juices were still dripping down her thighs. Her legs felt weak, her mind foggy.
 
Bhola was lying flat on his back beneath her. Simran was on top of him in a 69 position, her dripping pussy hovering right above his face while his huge cock filled her mouth. His strong hands were locked firmly around her waist, holding her in place so she couldn’t escape.
 
Bhola was completely lost in his own world.
 
He had started kissing and slowly nibbling on her swollen pink pussy lips again; soft, wet kisses mixed with gentle bites that made her shiver. His tongue would occasionally flick out and drag slowly across her slit, tasting her fresh juices.
 
“Bhola… ab ruk ja…” Simran moaned weakly around his cock. “Please… mujhe chhod do… main aur nahi seh sakti…”
“Bhola… stop now…” Simran moaned weakly around his cock. “Please… leave me… I can’t take any more…”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop.
 
Instead, he became even bolder.
 
His tongue suddenly plunged deep inside her pussy; long, thick, and insistent. He licked deep, reaching places that made Simran’s eyes roll back. One particularly deep, slow lick brushed right against the beginning of her G-spot.
 
Her body jerked violently.
 
“AAHHHHH… BHOLA… NO… PLEASE STOP…!”
 
She tried to break free, shaking her ass and pushing back with her hands, but his grip on her waist was like iron. He was a bull; strong, relentless, and completely focused on devouring her.
 
Bhola’s tongue didn’t stop. He lingered inside her, flicking and curling his tongue in search of that special spot, licking with slow, deliberate strokes that made her entire body tremble. Every few seconds, he would pull his tongue out and place a soft, wet kiss directly on her virgin asshole; the tight, untouched ring that had never been touched by anyone.
 
Simran’s eyes flew wide open.
 
“BHOLA… NOT THERE… AAHHH…!”
 
She shook her ass vigorously, trying desperately to escape, but his grip was too strong. She could feel his tongue returning to her pussy, licking deep while his right index finger slowly, teasingly circled her asshole before gently pressing against it.
 
The dual assault was too much.
 
The moment his finger slowly pushed inside her virgin ass while his tongue flicked her G-spot, Simran exploded.
 
“AAHHHHHHH… FUCK… I’M CUMMING…!”
 
Her body convulsed violently. A powerful, hot squirt of clear love juice gushed out of her pussy straight onto Bhola’s face. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her; louder and more intense than the first one.
 
“AAHHH… OH GOD… BHOLA… I CAN’T… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Bhola didn’t pull away. He dug his tongue even deeper inside her pulsing pussy and started drinking her juices like a man possessed. His mouth sealed tightly around her, sucking and swallowing every drop as her body shook uncontrollably above him. Her thighs trembled around his head, her ass cheeks clenching around his finger as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.
 
Simran’s screams filled the room; raw, broken, and completely unrestrained.
 
“AAHHHHH… I’M CUMMING… OH FUCK… BHOLA… STOP… I CAN’T TAKE IT… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Her body jerked and spasmed for nearly a full minute, squirting and gushing into his hungry mouth while he held her down and drank from her like she was the only thing that could quench his thirst.
 
Simran’s vision blurred. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward onto his body, Bhola’s massive cock still buried in her mouth as she trembled and gasped for air.
 
She had never felt anything like this in her entire life.
 
 
Bhola finally released his iron grip on Simran’s waist. Her body went limp and she collapsed forward, lying on top of him, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest, both of them breathing hard.
 
Simran slowly lifted her head, her face flushed, lips swollen, and smiled down at him. Her voice was hoarse but playful.
 
“Tum ek pagal jaanwar ho, Bhola…”
“You’re a crazy animal, Bhola…”
 
Bhola looked up at her with a satisfied but hungry smile.
 
“Bhabhi… kya aapko pasand aaya?”
“Bhabhi… did you like it?”
 
Simran suddenly jumped on him, straddling his chest and smashing her lips against his in a deep, passionate smooch. Her tongue pushed into his mouth as she kissed him hungrily.
 
“Mujhe bahut pasand aaya…” she moaned into the kiss. “Bhola, tum awesome ho… Thank you… bahut bahut shukriya…”
“I loved it…” she moaned into the kiss. “Bhola, you’re awesome… Thank you… thank you so much…”
 
Bhola kissed her back for a few seconds before breaking away.
 
“Bhabhi… aapko uth kar baithna hoga. Abhi mera kaam khatam nahi hua.”
“Bhabhi… you need to sit up. I’m yet to finish.”
 
Simran could feel his massive cock still rock-hard and throbbing against her thigh. She sat up slowly, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement.
 
“Bhola… aaj aur kuch nahi,” she said, still panting. “Main thak gayi hoon…”
“Bhola… nothing more today,” she said, still panting. “I’m tired…”
 
But Bhola wasn’t listening.
 
He stood up on the bed, completely naked, his enormous cock standing tall and angry in front of him. He reached down, grabbed both of Simran’s wrists, and pulled her arms straight up above her head, forcing her to sit perfectly upright. Her back straightened, and her heavy, milk-leaking breasts were now thrust forward prominently.
 
Her face was now perfectly level with his massive cock.
 
Simran understood immediately what he wanted.
 
She leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss right on the glistening tip. Bhola groaned.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

But then he pulled his hips back slightly, moving the fat head just out of reach.
 
Simran tried to lean forward to catch it with her mouth, but her hands were pinned firmly against the wall above her head. She couldn’t move forward more than a few centimeters. The thick, veiny cock swayed teasingly just in front of her face; so close, yet just out of reach.
 
The scene was incredibly erotic.
 
A super busty, milky-white-skinned, thick-but-fit married woman completely naked on her servant’s bed, her arms held high above her head, forcing her heavy breasts to thrust forward. Her mouth open, tongue out, desperately trying to reach the huge, mammoth cock of her servant who stood naked on the bed in front of her. Thick precum was clearly visible, dripping from the fat head.
 
Simran whimpered.
 
“Bhola… please… mujhe chaatne do… mujhe tumhare maal ka swaad lena hai…”
“Bhola… please… let me lick it… I want to taste that white liquid…”
 
Bhola smiled down at her.
 
“Bhabhi… apna muh kholo.”
“Bhabhi… open your mouth.”
 
Simran obeyed instantly, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out.
 
Bhola moved forward and shoved the fat, precum-coated head straight into her mouth. Simran moaned loudly as she tasted the thick, salty-sweet precum.
 
“Ummmmmmhh… wow… so tasty…”
 
Ravi would have cum in his pants if he had seen this scene; his beautiful wife, hands pinned above her head, completely naked, eagerly sucking her servant’s massive cock on his bed.
 
Bhola started moving his hips, slowly fucking her mouth; sliding the thick head in and out between her stretched lips. Simran moaned around the girth, her tongue working the underside.
 
Then he suddenly stopped, pulling back so the cock was right in front of her face again.
 
Simran didn’t waste the opportunity. She leaned forward as much as she could and started licking from the base all the way up to the tip with long, wet strokes.
 
“Ummmm… slurp… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola shivered.
 
Simran was getting tired. Her arms were starting to ache from being held up. Bhola sensed it and finally released her wrists.
 
She immediately collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard.
 
Bhola climbed over her and positioned his massive cock right in front of her face again. Simran opened her mouth without hesitation and took the head back inside.
 
Within seconds, Bhola started cumming.
 
Wave after thick wave of hot, creamy cum flooded her mouth. Simran tried her best to keep up, swallowing as fast as she could, but it was too much. Thick ropes of cum filled her mouth completely, some spilling from the corners of her lips and running down her chin onto her neck and breasts.
 
“Ammmmm… gluck… mmmphhh… gluck…”
 
Bhola groaned loudly as he emptied his heavy balls straight into her willing mouth for the second time that afternoon.
 
When he finally finished, he pulled his cock out. A thick string of cum connected her lips to his cockhead before breaking.
 
Simran lay there panting, cum leaking from the sides of her mouth, her face and tits messy. Bhola collapsed beside her on the bed, both of them completely spent.
 
Bhola slowly got up from the bed, his massive, spent cock hanging heavy and glistening between his legs. He looked down at Simran, who was lying there completely wrecked; eyes half-closed, breathing soft and deep, her body still trembling from the intense orgasms. She was almost asleep, her heavy breasts rising and falling, milk still leaking in thin streams from her swollen nipples, and thick white cum smeared across her lips and chin.
 
Without a word, Bhola gently slid his strong arms under her body; one under her knees and the other behind her back; and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Both of them were still completely naked. Simran’s head rested against his chest as he carried her out of his room and up the stairs to her bedroom. His heavy cock swayed with every step, occasionally brushing against her thigh.
 
When they reached her bedroom, Bhola carefully laid her down on the large bed. He pulled the soft bedsheet over her naked body, covering her up to her shoulders. For a moment, he just stood there, looking at her peaceful, exhausted face with a mix of affection and lust.
 
Then he quietly went downstairs.
 
He picked up all their discarded clothes from the living room and his room; her T-shirt, shorts, and panties; and put them straight into the washing machine. He also wiped down the sofa thoroughly, removing every trace of milk, cum, and sweat from the fabric. He cleaned the floor and his own bed as well, making sure no evidence of their intense session remained.
 
Once everything was clean, he went back upstairs, still naked. He opened Simran’s wardrobe and took out a soft, light-yellow sundress with thin straps. He returned to the bed, gently pulled the sheet off her again, and slowly dressed her. He lifted her arms and slipped the sundress over her head, carefully adjusting it over her heavy breasts. The thin fabric clung to her curves, the low neckline barely containing her full cleavage. He smoothed the dress down over her hips and thighs, then pulled the sheet back over her.
 
Before leaving, Bhola couldn’t resist one last indulgence.
 
He gently opened her legs under the sheet, leaned down between them, and planted a deep, lingering kiss directly on her pussy lips. Then he moved up and gave two long, deep sucks on each of her nipples; slow and deliberate; drawing out the last few drops of milk. Simran stirred slightly in her sleep but didn’t wake up.
 
Bhola smiled softly, pulled the sheet back over her, and quietly left the room.
 
Downstairs, he continued his cleaning. He wiped every surface in the living room and his own room one more time, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of milk or cum left anywhere. He changed the bedsheet in his room and sprayed some air freshener to remove any lingering scent of sex.
 
By the time he was done, the house looked completely normal again; as if nothing had happened. He prepared a light snack and kept the living room neat, knowing that Ravi was due to arrive in just a few hours.
 
Upstairs, Simran slept deeply, completely exhausted from the most intense sexual experience of her life. Her body was sore, her mind overwhelmed, but for now, she was lost in peaceful, dreamless sleep.
 
The house was quiet.
 
After almost 4 hours.
 
Simran woke up slowly, her body feeling heavy and wonderfully sore. She had skipped lunch entirely. Her stomach was already full; not with food, but with the thick, creamy load Bhola had pumped into her mouth twice that afternoon. She could still taste him faintly on her tongue. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips as she remembered how much cum he had given her. It had been so thick, so heavy, and so much that she had genuinely felt full.
 
She was lying on her bed, wearing the soft yellow sundress Bhola had put on her while she was half-asleep. The thin straps had slipped off one shoulder, and the neckline was low enough that the upper swells of her heavy breasts were clearly visible.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Just then, Bhola quietly entered the room. He placed a glass of water and a tall glass of milk mixed with Jeevdhatu on the bedside table. The moment he saw her stirring, he turned and left without saying a word.
 
A few seconds later, her phone started ringing. It was Ravi.
 
Simran sat up quickly, clearing her throat before answering.
 
“Hello?”
 
“Simran? I’ve been trying to reach you. My flight will land at 8 PM. I should be home by 9.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in panic. 9 PM? She hadn’t prepared anything for dinner.
 
“Come soon,” she said hurriedly. “I’ll be waiting.”
 
They ended the call. Simran jumped out of bed, her sundress riding up slightly as she moved. She immediately called Bhola.
 
Bhola was already climbing the stairs. He appeared at her bedroom door within seconds.
 
Simran shouted, “Bhola, dinner.”
 
“Bhabhi, fikar mat kijiye,” he said calmly. “Main chicken already taiyar kar chuka hoon. Aapko bas neeche aana hai aur thoda masala daal kar finish karna hai.”
“Bhabhi, don’t worry,” he said calmly. “I have already prepared the chicken. You just have to come down and add some spices to finish it.”
 
Simran let out a huge sigh of relief. She stepped forward and hugged him tightly, her magnificent, heavy breasts squishing against his chest. The thin fabric of the sundress did nothing to hide how soft and full they were.
 
“jaan bachali tune, Bhola,”
“You are a lifesaver, Bhola,” she said, genuinely grateful.
 
Bhola smiled and gently pulled back.
 
“Bhabhi, pehle yeh doodh pi lijiye.”
“Bhabhi, have this milk first.”
 
Simran picked up the glass and drank it in one long go, finishing every drop. The cool, slightly sweet milk felt good going down.
 
She handed the empty glass back to him and said,
 
“Bhola, ab mujhe jaane do khana finish karne. Ravi aane wala hai.”
“Bhola, now let me go finish the food before Ravi arrives.”
 
“Ji, Bhabhi,” he replied with a nod.
 
As she turned to leave, a sudden realization hit her.
 
She had fallen asleep completely naked after swallowing Bhola’s cum. And now she was wearing this sundress. There was only one person who could have dressed her.
 
Bhola.
 
A small, secret smile curved her lips. She felt a strange warmth in her chest; a mix of embarrassment and something deeper. He had taken care of her so gently while she was unconscious.
 
Still smiling inwardly, Simran walked downstairs to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner for her husband, her body still tingling from everything that had happened that afternoon.
 
Simran’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. She wiped her hands on a towel and picked it up. It was a message from Ravi:
 
“Boarded the flight. Landing around 8 PM. Tell Bhola to pick me up by 9 PM.”
 
She let out a small sigh. Time had flown faster than she expected. It was already 6:30 PM.
 
She called out toward the kitchen where Bhola was finishing the last touches on dinner.
 
“Bhola… Ravi flight mein baith chuka hai. Tumhe raat 9 baje airport jaana hai usko pick karne ke liye. Please car ready kar lo.”
“Bhola… Ravi has boarded the flight. You need to leave for the airport by 9 PM to pick him up. Please get the car ready.”
 
“Ji Bhabhi,” Bhola replied immediately. He wiped his hands and went outside to prepare the car.
 
Simran continued cooking, her mind already shifting back into “wife mode.” She had almost finished everything; the chicken was simmering, rotis were ready to be made fresh, and the dal was done. The house smelled warm and inviting.
 
About forty minutes later, Bhola returned. He was sweating from the effort of cleaning and polishing the car in the evening heat. His T-shirt clung to his chest and shoulders, dark patches visible under his arms and across his back. His face was shining with sweat, and a few drops rolled down his neck. Even in this state, he looked strong and masculine.
 
“Bhabhi, car ready hai,” he said, breathing a little heavily. “Main ab jaake ready ho jaata hoon.”
“Bhabhi, the car is ready,” he said, breathing a little heavily. “I’ll go get ready now.”
 
Simran nodded, stirring the chicken one last time.
 
Bhola walked to the fridge, took out a glass of cold water, and drank it in one go. As he placed the empty glass down, he looked at Simran and said casually,
 
“Bhabhi… aaj sirf ek baar hi doodh piya hai maine. Aapki chuchiyan abhi bhi full hongi. Dard ho raha hoga na? Main kapde change karke aata hoon, phir kuch doodh nikaal deta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… today I have drunk milk only once. Your boobs must still be full. It must be hurting, right? I’ll go change my clothes and then empty some milk for you.”
 
Without waiting for permission, he stepped behind her, reached around, and cupped both her heavy breasts through the thin sundress. He lifted and squeezed them gently, checking their firmness and weight. They were indeed very full again. Milk immediately started leaking, soaking into the fabric over her nipples.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… bahut full hain,” he murmured close to her ear. “Main change karke aata hoon aur inhe thoda khali kar deta hoon.”
“Yes Bhabhi… they are very full,” he murmured close to her ear. “I’ll go change and then empty them a little.”
 
As he turned to leave, his hand slid down and gave her plump ass a light, possessive squeeze; just enough to feel the soft flesh yield under his fingers.
 
Simran smiled to herself at his bold little action, a warm flutter running through her body. But the smile faded quickly as reality hit her.
 
What if Ravi was here?
 
Bhola’s casual grabbing of her boobs and squeezing her ass would be impossible to hide. His actions needed to become much more careful and hidden the moment Ravi returned. The thought made her stomach tighten with anxiety.
 
She stood there for a moment, spoon in hand, staring at the simmering chicken, her mind racing between the intense pleasure she had experienced with Bhola all day and the terrifying reality of her husband coming home in a few hours.
 
The house smelled of good food.
 
But the air felt thick with secrets.
 
Simran was still catching her breath after the intense orgasm when she looked at Bhola and said softly,
 
“Jab tum mujhe choosne aao to sirf underwear pehen ke aana kaafi hai. Is tarah aasaan hota hai.”
“Just underwear is good enough when you come to suck me. It’s easier that way.”
 
Bhola nodded with a small smile and went to change. A minute later he returned wearing only a simple white underwear and a loose T-shirt. The thin fabric of the underwear was already struggling to contain his heavy, semi-hard cock.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran had finished the last bits in the kitchen. She wiped her hands and said,
 
“Chalo tumhare room mein chalte hain aur wahan karte hain.”
“Let’s go to your room and do it there.”
 
She walked ahead and sat on the edge of his bed. Bhola followed and stood in front of her. He looked at her for a second, then said in a low, practical voice,
 
“Bhabhi… aap cow position mein kyun nahi ho jaati? Is tarah main doodh jaldi pee sakta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… why don’t you be in cow position? I can drink the milk faster that way.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in embarrassment at the word “cow position.” Her cheeks flushed red.
 
“Bhola… tum yeh ‘cow’ jaisi baatein baar-baar kyun bolte ho? Mujhe bahut ajeeb sa feel hota hai.”
“Bhola… why do you keep using these words like ‘cow’? It makes me feel so strange.”
 
Bhola looked at her gently, his voice sincere.
 
“Bhabhi, bura mat maaniye. Aap pyaar aur sundarta ki murat ho. Yeh sirf ek position hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
“Bhabhi, don’t feel bad. You are the embodiment of love and beauty. It’s just a position. Nothing else.”
 
He lay down on the bed first, flat on his back. Simran hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly got on all fours and crawled over him, mounting on top so her heavy breasts hung directly above his face. The hem of her sundress had ridden up high on her thighs, exposing the lower curves of her ass.
 
The moment she was in position, Bhola quickly reached up and pulled the thin straps of the sundress down her shoulders. The dress slipped down easily, freeing both of her magnificent, milk-filled breasts. They hung heavy and full, swaying slightly above his face.
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with hunger. He grabbed her left breast with one hand and brought it to his mouth, while his other hand cupped the right one. He latched onto the right nipple and started sucking hard and deep.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” Simran gasped, her body jerking forward.
 
He sucked with strong, rhythmic pulls, milk flowing freely into his mouth. Simran tried to control her moans at first, biting her lip, but it was impossible. Each deep suck sent sparks straight to her pussy.
 
“Ummmm… aaahhh… Bhola… dheere… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola was serious about emptying her this time. He switched between both breasts, sucking long and hard, making sure not to waste a single drop. Every time he pulled off a nipple, a thin spray of milk would arc out before he latched onto the other one.
 
After a particularly long suck, he gathered a big mouthful of milk, lifted his head, and pulled Simran down into a deep kiss. She opened her mouth willingly and they smooched passionately, tongues sliding together as she swallowed her own warm milk from his mouth.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…” Simran moaned into the kiss, her body trembling.
 
They repeated this several times; Bhola sucking hard and deep, filling his mouth, then feeding the milk to her with long, filthy kisses. Each kiss grew more passionate, their tongues dancing hungrily while milk and spit mixed between them.
 
Meanwhile, Bhola’s cock had woken up again. The thick monster was now fully hard, straining against the thin white underwear, the fat head pushing the fabric upward and leaking precum.
 
Simran was trying her best to stay focused on just the milking. She knew Ravi would be home soon. But her body was betraying her; her pussy was getting wetter with every suck and every kiss.
 
Bhola kept sucking with strong, deliberate pulls, making sure every last drop was taken out. Simran’s moans were getting louder and harder to control.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaj tum bahut zor se choos rahe ho… aaahhh… meri nipples bahut sensitive ho rahi hain…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… you’re sucking so hard today… aaahhh… my nipples are so sensitive…”
 
Bhola switched to the left tit again, sucking even more greedily, determined to finish the job properly this time.
 
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of sucking, kissing, and Simran’s soft, needy moans.
 
And both of them knew they had to stop soon; before things went any further.
 
Bhola kept sucking with deep, rhythmic pulls for almost fifteen full minutes, emptying both of Simran’s heavy breasts completely. Milk flowed steadily into his mouth as he swallowed with soft, satisfied gulps. Simran’s body had relaxed into the pleasure, but her hips had started moving on their own. Even though she was trying to stay focused, her pantyless, dripping pussy was grinding slowly and involuntarily against the hard ridge of his cock through his underwear.
 
When Bhola finally released her nipple with a wet pop, he looked up at her, breathing heavily. His own cock was rock-hard again, straining painfully against the thin fabric.
 
Simran was still flushed and needy. She looked down at the massive bulge and whispered,
 
“Ab mujhe letne do… aur tum palat jao. Main thak gayi hoon.”
“Now let me lie down… and you turn around. I’m tired.”
 
Bhola hesitated for a second.
 
“Bhabhi… der ho jayegi. Ravi Sahib jaldi aa jayenge.”
“Bhabhi… we might get late. Ravi Sahib will be here soon.”
 
But Simran’s voice was firm, laced with lust.
 
“Bas palto.”
“Just turn around.”
 
He obeyed. They quickly shifted into a 69 position; Simran lying on her back, Bhola above her. She wanted one last taste before Ravi came home. She needed to feel that monster in her mouth again.
 
She reached up and slowly pulled his underwear down. The huge snake sprang free immediately; thick, dark, and rock-hard, veins bulging along the shaft, the fat purple head already leaking fresh precum. It hung heavy and intimidating right above her face.
 
Simran’s eyes darkened with hunger. She leaned up and planted a deep, wet kiss right on the sensitive tip, her soft lips pressing firmly against the leaking head.
 
Bhola let out a low, surprised groan.
 
“Ummmm…”
 
Simran smiled to herself. A naughty idea flashed in her mind. She wanted to show Preeti exactly how huge it was. She reached for her phone lying nearby.
 
“Bhola… kya main tumhare lund ki ek photo le sakti hoon?”
“Bhola… may I take a snap of your dick?”
 
Bhola looked surprised but didn’t hesitate.
 
“Zarur, Bhabhi.”
 
Simran held the phone up and took a clear photo of the massive, erect cock hovering above her face. She had to move her head back a little just to fit the entire length in the frame. Then she said,
 
“Phone upar se pakad lo ek second ke liye.”
“Hold the phone from the top for a second.”

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Bhola took the phone. Simran placed her left hand beside the thick shaft for scale; her small, delicate hand looking tiny next to the enormous girth. She asked him to take another photo, making sure the comparison was obvious.
 
Bhola, still holding the phone, looked down at her with lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhabhi… mujhe ek chhoti si request hai.”
“Bhabhi… I have a small request.”
 
Simran looked up at him, lips parted.
 
“Tell me.”
 
Bhola’s voice was husky.
 
“Aap mere lund ko muh mein lekar bahut sundar lag rahi hain. Mujhe aisi ek photo chahiye… please.”
“You look very beautiful with my dick in your mouth. Let me have one picture like that… please.”
 
Simran’s cheeks burned, but a filthy thrill ran through her.
 
“Shhh Bhola… tum bahut badmash ho.”
“Shhh Bhola… you are too naughty.”
 
Bhola kept looking at her with pleading eyes.
 
“Please, Bhabhi… bas ek.”
“Please, Bhabhi… just one.”
 
Simran bit her lip, then smiled shyly.
 
Simran was still on her knees, breathing heavily, her swollen lips glistening with spit and precum. She looked up at Bhola with hesitant, conflicted eyes.
 
“Bhola… nahi… yeh galat hai…”
“Bhola… no… this is wrong…”
 
But Bhola didn’t back down. He kept his voice soft, almost pleading, while his massive cock throbbed just inches from her face.
 
“Bhabhi… please… bas ek photo… aap itni sundar lag rahi ho… mera lund muh mein liye hue… main dekhna chahta hoon… aap bahut pyari lagti ho aise…”
“Bhabhi… please… just one photo… you look so beautiful… with my cock in your mouth… I want to see it… you look so cute like this…”
 
Simran shook her head again, cheeks burning red.
 
“Bhola… please mat maango… yeh bahut gandi baat hai…”
“Bhola… please don’t ask… this is very dirty…”
 
Bhola kept insisting gently, his voice low and full of desire.
 
“Bhabhi… ek baar… sirf ek… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain… aapki aankhein upar dekh rahi hain… bahut achha lagta hai mujhe… please Bhabhi…”
“Bhabhi… just once… only one… your lips are stretching so much… your eyes are looking up… it looks so good to me… please Bhabhi…”
 
He asked again and again, his tone patient but persistent. After several long minutes of his soft begging, Simran finally gave in with a defeated, embarrassed sigh.
 
“Theek hai… bas ek photo… aur kuch nahi. Samajh gaye?”
“Okay… just one photo… and nothing else. Understood?”
 
Bhola’s eyes lit up with excitement.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… bas ek.”
“Yes Bhabhi… just one.”
 
He stood up straight in front of her while Simran remained on her knees on the bed. His enormous 10-inch cock stood proudly in front of her face, thick and veiny, the fat purple head still leaking precum.
 
Simran took a deep breath, then opened her mouth wide. Bhola didn’t wait. He pushed his hips forward and shoved the thick head straight into her mouth.
 
“Ummmmphhh…!” Simran moaned around the girth. Even just the head was a challenge; it stretched her lips obscenely wide, filling her mouth completely. She could only take about 20% of the length before it pressed against the back of her throat.
 
Bhola started moving his hips slowly, sliding the thick cock in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. Simran’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue pressing against the underside. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room.
 
“Gluck… gluck… mmmphhh… slurp… gluck…”
 
Bhola looked down at her and smiled. He reached for his phone, switched to camera mode, and started taking pictures.
 
Click. Click. Click.
 
Simran looked up at him with watery eyes, her mouth stuffed full, trying to protest.
 
“Mmmphhh… Bhola… mmmphhh… nikaalo… mmmphhh…”
 
Her words came out completely garbled around the thick shaft, sounding like desperate, muffled moans. Bhola kept clicking, taking photo after photo from different angles.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho… jaise koi kaam devi… sirf mera lund choosne ke liye bani ho… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain… bahut pyari ho aap…”
“Bhabhi… you look so beautiful… like a sex goddess… made only to suck my cock… your lips are stretching so much… you are so adorable…”
 
He took several more shots; capturing the obscene contrast of her milky-white skin against the dark, veiny monster, her small hands resting on his thighs, her heavy breasts swaying with every thrust of his hips.
 
Then, without telling her, he quietly switched the phone to video mode and started recording.
 
Simran tried to pull back to speak, but Bhola held her head gently in place and pushed a little deeper.
 
“Mmmphhh… Bhola… nikaalo… mmmphhh…”
 
She struggled for a few seconds, her hands pushing weakly against his thighs, but Bhola didn’t let her go easily. When she finally managed to pull off with a loud, wet pop, thick strings of spit and precum connected her lips to the fat head. She gasped for air, swallowing the juices in her mouth.
 
“Bus Bhola… bahut ho gaya…”
“Enough Bhola… that’s too much…”
 
But Bhola immediately moved forward again and pressed the thick head back against her lips. Simran looked up at him for a second, her eyes dark with lust and hesitation, then opened her mouth without resistance. She took him back in and started sucking with real passion this time; deeper, wetter, hungrier.
 
“Ummmmphhh… slurp… gluck… mmmphhh… sluuuurp…”
 
She worshipped the massive cock now; licking the underside with long, slow strokes, kissing the thick veins, sucking the head hard while her hands stroked the shaft she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the leaking tip, drinking every drop of precum like it was nectar.
 
Bhola groaned, still recording secretly.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bahut achhe se choos rahi ho… aapka muh itna garam aur geela hai… mera lund pura geela ho gaya hai aapke thook se… choosiye… zor se choosiye mera lund…”
“Bhabhi… you’re sucking so well… your mouth is so hot and wet… my cock has become completely wet with your saliva… suck… suck my cock hard…”
 
Simran moaned louder around the thick shaft, her head bobbing faster, completely lost in the filthy act of worshipping her servant’s monster cock while her husband was on his way home.

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Simran had no idea Bhola was recording everything on her own phone.
 
She was completely lost in the moment, sucking his massive cock like a pro. Her head bobbed with hungry, rhythmic strokes, taking as much of the thick shaft as she could manage. She pulled back occasionally to lick the entire length from the base to the tip with long, wet, filthy strokes of her tongue, dragging it slowly along the bulging veins.
 
“Ummmm… slurp… mmmphhh… gluck… sluuuurp…”
 
Her tongue flicked and swirled around the fat, leaking head, tasting every drop of his precum. She looked up at him from time to time with lust-filled eyes while her lips stretched wide around the girth. The contrast was breathtaking; her beautiful, innocent face worshipping that dark, monstrous lund.
 
Bhola glanced at the phone screen. It was already 7:15 PM. Ravi would be landing soon. He needed to hurry.
 
He closed his eyes, gripped her head a little firmer, and shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. Simran moaned loudly around the thickness as he exploded.
 
Waves of thick, hot cum blasted straight into her mouth. Jet after heavy jet flooded her tongue and throat. Simran gulped desperately, swallowing as fast as she could, but it was too much. Thick white cum overflowed from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in messy rivers and dripping onto her heavy, leaking tits.
 
“Gluck… gluck… mmmphhh… ahhhhmmmm…”
 
She drank everything she could like the eager cock-sucker she had become, her throat working visibly as she swallowed load after load. In the video, she looked absolutely beautiful; eyes watery, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched obscenely around his pulsing cock, occasionally looking up at him with pure lust while cum spilled from her mouth.
 
By 7:25 PM, both of them were sitting on the bed, breathing hard. Simran was still topless, cum and milk smeared across her breasts and chin. She reached for her phone absentmindedly and unlocked it.
 
Her eyes widened in shock.
 
The video was still playing on the screen; clear footage of her on her knees, sucking Bhola’s huge cock with sloppy, hungry enthusiasm. The audio captured every wet slurp, gluck, and moan perfectly.
 
“Bhola… yeh kya kiya tune?!”
“Bhola… what have you done?!”
 
she scolded, her voice a mix of anger and embarrassment.
 
“Tune video kyun banaya? Yeh galat hai… bahut galat!”
“Why did you make a video? This is wrong… very wrong!”
 
Bhola immediately moved closer, cupped her face gently with both hands, and pulled her into a deep, passionate smooch. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting the remnants of his own cum. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes with raw honesty.
 
“Bhabhi… ek baar dekho na… aap kitni sundar lag rahi ho isme. Mujhe batao main galat hoon kya?”
“Bhabhi… just look once… how beautiful you look in it. Tell me, am I wrong?”
 
He switched on the video and held the phone in front of her.
 
The footage played: Simran on her knees, eyes looking up at him with pure lust as she sucked his thick cock. Her head bobbing, lips stretched wide, tongue swirling, spit dripping down her chin onto her swaying tits. The way she moaned around his girth, the way her breasts jiggled with every movement; it was raw, filthy, and undeniably beautiful.
 
“Bhabhi… dekho… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain mera lund lete hue… aapki aankhein upar dekh rahi hain… kitni pyari lag rahi ho aap… jaise sirf mera lund choosne ke liye bani ho… yeh video dekh kar mera lund phir se khada ho raha hai…”
“Bhabhi… look… your lips are stretching so much taking my cock… your eyes are looking up… you look so adorable… as if you were made only to suck my cock… just watching this video is making my cock hard again…”
 
Simran stared at the video, her face burning with shame… but she couldn’t look away. The sight of herself worshipping his monster cock was turning her on all over again.
 
Bhola kept the video playing, his voice low and filthy.
 
“ dekho Bhabhi… jab aapne mera lund muh mein liya tha… aur dono haath se sehla rahi thi… tab aap itni sundar lag rahi thi… aapki jeebh jab tip pe ghum rahi thi na… bahut current ja raha tha mere lund mein… aap bahut achhe se choos rahi thi… jaise professional randi ho… lekin meri pyari Bhabhi ho aap…”
“Look Bhabhi… when you took my cock in your mouth… and were stroking it with both hands… you looked so beautiful… when your tongue was swirling around the tip… so much current was running through my cock… you were sucking so well… like a professional whore… but you are my sweet Bhabhi…”
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier as she watched herself sucking him so eagerly. She bit her lip, unable to deny how hot the video looked.
 
Bhola smiled and whispered,
 
“Bhabhi… aapko dekh kar lagta hai ki aap iske liye bani ho… mera lund choosne ke liye… aapki sundar si face… mera mota lund muh mein liye hue… bahut sexy ho aap…”
“Bhabhi… looking at you, it feels like you were made for this… for sucking my cock… your beautiful face… with my thick cock in your mouth… you look so sexy…”
 
Simran didn’t reply. She just kept staring at the video, her thighs pressing together as fresh wetness leaked between her legs.
 
The evidence of her submission was now saved forever on her own phone.
 
 
Simran sat there on the bed, still breathing heavily, her lips swollen and shiny, thick strands of Bhola’s cum still clinging to her chin and dripping slowly onto her heavy breasts. She stared at the phone in her hand, the video still playing on loop; her own face, eyes half-lidded with lust, mouth stretched obscenely around his massive cock, sucking and moaning like a desperate whore while cum overflowed from her lips.
 
She didn’t know what to say.
 
After a long, heavy silence, she finally whispered,
 
“Ab tum jaake ready ho jao. Mujhe bhi jaake ready hona hai.
“Now you go and get ready. I also have to go and get ready.”
 
Bhola nodded obediently, still naked, his spent but still impressive cock hanging heavy between his legs.
 
“Ji Bhabhi.”
 
Simran quickly adjusted her sundress, pulling the straps back up over her shoulders and smoothing the fabric over her cum-streaked breasts. She grabbed her phone and hurried out of his room, her legs still shaky from the intense orgasms.
 
Once upstairs in her own bedroom, she locked the door and leaned against it for a moment, heart pounding. She opened the video again and watched it in silence.
 
God… I look so sexy in this.
 
The sight of herself on her knees, sucking Bhola’s enormous cock with such hunger; her cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, eyes looking up at him with pure lust while thick cum leaked from the corners of her mouth; made her pussy twitch again. She had not only sucked her servant’s dick… she had swallowed his cum twice. And now it was all recorded.
 
She replayed the part where she had been on all fours, Bhola eating her pussy from behind, her body shaking violently as she squirted all over his face. The volcanic orgasm she had experienced was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her legs had given out, her mind had gone blank, and she had actually lost consciousness for a few seconds.
 
Things were changing very fast inside this house.
 
Simran shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away for now. She quickly took a bath, washing away the dried cum and milk from her body, but the memories refused to leave. After drying herself, she chose her outfit carefully; a pair of stretchable black capri pants that hugged her pear-shaped ass perfectly, accentuating every curve and making the soft, round globes look even more inviting. On top she wore a simple but low-cut white top that showed a generous amount of cleavage. The fabric was soft and clung to her heavy breasts, her nipples faintly visible whenever she moved.
 
She looked incredibly sexy; the kind of woman who could make any man lose his mind.
 
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Around 10 PM, Ravi finally arrived home. Bhola had picked him up from the airport and brought him back safely. Ravi looked tired but happy to be home. He had dinner with Simran at the dining table while Bhola served them quietly.
 
After dinner, they went upstairs to the bedroom to retire for the night. Ravi changed into his nightwear and lay down on the bed, pulling Simran closer.
 
“Simran… how was your day?” he asked, kissing her forehead softly.
 
Simran froze for a split second, her mind flashing through everything that had happened; Bhola’s cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum, the way she had moaned like a slut while sucking him, the intense orgasms he had given her with his tongue, the video now saved on her phone.
 
She forced a small smile and snuggled closer to her husband, trying to sound normal.
 
“It was… fine. Just the usual. Preeti came over in the evening. We talked for a while. How was your flight?”
 
Ravi started telling her about the journey, completely unaware of the storm that had been raging in his own house just hours earlier.
 
Simran listened, nodding at the right moments, but inside her head, the guilt and excitement battled fiercely.
 
The night had finally brought Ravi back home.
 
But the secrets between the walls of their house had grown much heavier.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The next update will have the obvious scene, but i hope to get some twist. Apologies for delayed update but this story takes time, more than it use to before. Plus lot of things have changed in my life personally. So lets see how best and fast we can get the updates. Also can you guys post the best stories you have read till date? I want to read them too.