Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Hanging Tits of Babylon
 
Preeti and Shikha had tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and heat, clothes long discarded, bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Completely nude, skin flushed and feverish, they pressed their cores together in a frantic scissor—wet, swollen pussies grinding in slick, slippery rhythm.
 
“Aahhh… aahhh… aaaahhh…” Preeti’s moan rose sharp and needy, hips rolling forward to catch more friction against Shikha’s pulsing clit.
 
Shikha answered with a throaty “Aaah… aaah… fuck…” her own thighs trembling as she bucked up, the wet slap of their aroused flesh filling the room—slick, obscene, relentless.
 
But Preeti wasn’t satisfied, the ache inside her demanded more. She broke the scissor with a frustrated whimper, flipped around, and straddled Shikha’s face in reverse—69 position—her dripping cunt hovering inches above Shikha’s mouth while her own lips descended on Shikha’s beautiful, swollen pussy.
 
The first touch of tongue sent them both arching.
 
Preeti dragged the flat of her tongue slowly from Shikha’s dripping entrance up to her clit—long, deliberate lick—then sealed her lips around the throbbing bud and sucked hard.
 
“Mmmphhh… aaaahhh!” Shikha’s cry vibrated straight into Preeti’s core.
 
Shikha answered instantly, hands gripping Preeti’s ass cheeks, spreading them wider so she could bury her face. She lapped greedily at Preeti’s soaked folds—slurping the creamy nectar—then plunged her tongue inside, fucking her with quick, hungry thrusts while her nose nudged Preeti’s clit.
 
“Fuuuck… aahhh… yes yes yes…” Preeti moaned around Shikha’s clit, the vibration making Shikha’s hips jerk.
 
The room filled with wet, filthy sounds: 
Slurp… smack… ahhh… lick… mmmph… aaaah… suck… gluck… aaaahhh…
 
Preeti’s tongue circled Shikha’s clit in tight, fluttering spirals while two fingers slid inside her, curling against that spongy front wall—stroke, stroke, stroke—drawing out more slick honey.
 
Shikha’s answering moan was muffled against Preeti’s cunt: “Mmmphhh… aaaah… deeper…”
 
She sucked Preeti’s clit like a ripe berry, teeth grazing just enough to sting, then soothed it with broad, loving laps.
 
Their bodies rocked together—Preeti grinding down, Shikha pushing up—pussies smearing across tongues and chins, the wet squelch of fingers and tongues blending with their desperate moans.
 
Suddenly Shikha slid her body upward, inching toward Preeti’s face until those heavy, swaying tits hung directly above her open mouth.
 
Without a second’s hesitation she latched onto one dark, stiff nipple—suckling hard, cheeks hollowing—while her hand captured the other breast, kneading roughly, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
 
“Aaahhh… oh god… suck it… harder…” Preeti gasped, hips stuttering.
 
Shikha offered her own breasts upward in return. Preeti dove immediately—tongue flickering rapidly over one erect bud, then the other—wet, teasing lashes that sent electric jolts straight to Shikha’s clit.
 
Shikha’s pussy clenched hard around nothing; fresh gush of love juice coated Preeti’s chin and dripped down her neck.
 
“Aaaahhh… fuck… your tongue… aaaah…” Shikha whimpered around the nipple in her mouth, suckling greedily, teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
 
Preeti’s fingers plunged deeper—three now—curling, pumping, the wet squelch obscene as she fucked Shikha’s dripping cunt while her mouth worshipped those perfect tits.
 
The dual assault—tongue on clit, fingers inside, mouth on breasts—pushed Shikha over the edge first.
 
Her thighs clamped around Preeti’s head, back bowing off the bed, a raw, broken “AAAAAHHHHH… I’M COMING… aaaahhh!” tearing from her throat as she gushed hard against Preeti’s lips.
 
Preeti drank every drop, moaning into Shikha’s spasming pussy, her own climax triggered by the flood—hips grinding wildly against Shikha’s face as she shattered with a muffled scream.
 
“Aaahhh… yes… yes… aaaahhh!”
 
They collapsed together—sweaty, trembling, mouths still lazily licking the last traces of each other’s release—pussies twitching, breasts heaving, the room thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
 
Preeti’s tongue never stopped its relentless flickering—quick, feather-light lashes across Shikha’s swollen, hypersensitive nipples, each wet snap sending fresh jolts of electricity straight down to Shikha’s dripping pussy. The poor clit throbbed untouched, clenching around nothing, love juices leaking in slow, sticky trails down her inner thighs and pooling on the sheets.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh… Preeti… fuck… your tongue…” Shikha’s voice cracked into a muffled moan, the sound vibrating deep inside Preeti’s heavy breast as she latched harder—like a starving cub attacking its mother’s udder for milk. She sucked greedily, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the stiff peak while her hand milked the other tit roughly—squeezing the soft, full globe, thumb flicking the nipple in time with Preeti’s teasing licks.
 
Both mouths were stuffed full of breast—moans reduced to desperate, wet, vibrating hums trapped against skin: 
“Mmmphhh… aaaahhh… mmmfff… aaaahhh…”
 
The room echoed with slick suction and stifled cries, the obscene wet smacks of lips and tongues worshipping swollen flesh.
 
Shikha felt it first—the tell-tale flutter deep inside Preeti’s pussy, the tightening of her thighs, the sudden gush of fresh slick coating Shikha’s chin. Preeti was close—dangerously close.
 
Without warning, Shikha released the nipple with a wet pop and slid her body downward in one urgent, greedy motion, dragging her soaked pussy along Preeti’s torso until her mouth was once again sealed over Preeti’s throbbing cunt.
 
Preeti had no time to protest.
 
Shikha attacked—lips sealing around the engorged clit, sucking hard while her tongue plunged deep into Preeti’s spasming entrance, fucking her with fast, curling thrusts.
 
“Aaaahhh… Shikha… oh god… yes yes yes… right there… aaaahhh!” Preeti’s scream broke free as her hips bucked wildly.
 
Desperate to give back, Preeti dove forward—tongue spearing into Shikha’s sopping pussy, fucking her in frantic, sloppy strokes while her fingers spread Shikha’s lips wide, exposing every inch for her hungry mouth.
 
The dual assault shattered them both.
 
Shikha came first—back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around Preeti’s head like a vice, a raw, guttural “AAAAAHHHHH… I’M COMING… FUCK… aaaahhh!” tearing from her throat as she exploded.
 
A powerful gush of clear love juice sprayed across Preeti’s face—hot, wet ropes coating her cheeks, lips, chin, dripping into her hair and down her neck. Preeti tried to drink it all, mouth open wide, tongue lapping frantically at the pulsing entrance, but there was too much—Shikha kept coming, wave after wave, soaking Preeti’s face and hair in a glistening mess.
 
The sight—Preeti’s face drenched, hair plastered, eyes half-lidded with lust—pushed Preeti over the edge.
 
Her own orgasm crashed through her—pussy clenching hard around Shikha’s plunging tongue, hips grinding down in frantic circles as she screamed into Shikha’s cunt.
 
“AAAAAHHHH… YES… YES… COMING… aaaahhh!”
 
She squirted too—another hot flood coating Shikha’s face, running in rivulets down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto the sheets. Both women rode the crest together—bodies shaking, moans muffled against each other’s spasming pussies, love juices mixing and dripping everywhere.
 
The orgasm lasted a full five minutes—long, rolling waves that left them trembling, gasping, thighs quivering. Finally, strength gone, they collapsed sideways—naked, sweat-slick, faces and hair drenched in each other’s release—chests heaving, legs still tangled, pussies twitching with aftershocks.
 
They lay there in the wrecked bed, breathing ragged, the room thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, too spent to move, too blissed-out to speak.
 
Both women lay side by side on the rumpled sheets, bodies still humming from the aftershocks, skin slick and flushed. They turned toward each other lazily, lips meeting in soft, lingering kisses—slow, open-mouthed, tongues brushing in lazy circles before pulling back just enough to breathe and speak.
 
“You were so fucking good,” Preeti murmured against Shikha’s mouth, nipping her lower lip. “The way you sucked my clit… I almost blacked out.”
 
Shikha smiled, tracing lazy circles on Preeti’s breast with her fingertip. 
“You’re the one who tongue-fucked me like it was your last meal. I’m still shaking.”
 
They kissed again—deeper this time, a low “mmm” vibrating between them—then broke apart, foreheads touching.