Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ghapa Ghap
 
“Aaahhh…” Shikha moaned softly, eyes squeezing shut, back arching as he stretched her. 
“Mmmphhh… aaahhh…” The sound was muffled, shy, her hands gripping the sheets.
 
The bedroom was dimly lit—soft amber lamps casting long shadows across the king-sized bed, the air thick with the scent of jasmine incense and nervous anticipation. Shikha lay on her back, completely naked below the waist, a thin silk sheet discarded at her feet. Her legs were parted just enough, knees bent, thighs trembling slightly as she stared at the ceiling, cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and heat. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Preeti, who sat on a velvet armchair beside the bed, watching quietly.
 
Preeti had chosen something deliberately provocative for the occasion—a sheer black lace babydoll that barely skimmed her thighs, the fabric translucent enough to reveal the dark peaks of her nipples and the shadow between her legs. Thin straps crossed her shoulders, and the low neckline plunged deep, showcasing the full, heavy swell of her breasts. She sat with legs crossed, one heel dangling from her foot, the picture of composed desire—but inside, heat pooled low in her belly, her pussy lips swelling against the damp lace of her thong every time she shifted.
 
Arjun stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but a tight white vest that clung to his chest, his 6-inch cock standing rigid—medium girth, straight and flushed, the head glistening with precum after the Viagra he’d popped an hour earlier. He’d taken it to last, to savour every second of this forbidden act, never dreaming it might turn into more. But now, kneeling between Shikha’s thighs, he felt like the star of his own private porn film—heaven on earth.
 
Arjun groaned low, watching in awe as his cock disappeared inside her—veins pulsing along the shaft, her pink folds stretching around his girth, clinging wetly as he pulled back and thrust again. 
Slap… squelch… slap… The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, her juices coating him, dripping down to his balls.
 
“Aaahhh… ohhh… aaaahhh…” Shikha’s moans grew breathier, hips lifting involuntarily to meet him, her pussy clenching around his steady thrusts.
 
Preeti watched from the chair, thighs crossing tighter— the pressure squeezing her swollen pussy lips together, sending a sharp jolt through her clit. She bit her lip, shifting again, the friction delicious but maddening, her thong soaked as arousal leaked freely.
 
Arjun leaned down, lost in the moment, trying to capture Shikha’s lips in a kiss—instinctive, hungry. But Shikha turned her face sideways, eyes fluttering open to meet Preeti’s gaze across the bed. The contact was electric—shy, vulnerable, pleading.
 
Preeti rose immediately, moving to the bedside. She cupped Shikha’s flushed face gently, thumbs stroking her cheeks, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. 
“Shh… I’m here,” she whispered.
 
Then smaller kisses—tender, reassuring—across Shikha’s eyelids, cheeks, the corner of her mouth, down the sensitive curve of her neck.
 
“Aaahhh… Preeti…” Shikha whimpered, moans deepening as Arjun continued thrusting—steady, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce softly.
 
Preeti’s lips lingered on Shikha’s neck, sucking lightly, while her hand trailed down to squeeze Shikha’s breast, thumb circling the nipple in time with Arjun’s rhythm.
 
The room filled with layered sounds: the wet slap of Arjun’s cock driving into Shikha’s pussy, her rising “Aaaahhh… mmmphhh… aaaahhh…”, Preeti’s soft murmurs against her skin.
 
Arjun watched it all—his dick sliding in and out, coated in her cream, Preeti’s mouth on Shikha’s neck—and felt like he’d died and gone to porn heaven, every second burning into his memory.
 
Arjun stayed in the same position—kneeling between Shikha’s spread thighs, vest clinging to his sweat-damp chest—as he began to thrust deeper, his cock sliding in and out of her slick heat with steady, deliberate strokes. The Viagra had done its work: he was rock-hard, veins pulsing along the medium girth, the head flaring slightly with every push, stretching her walls just enough to make her gasp. He watched, mesmerized, as his shaft disappeared inside her—glistening with her juices, pulling out shiny and wet before plunging back in with a soft, obscene squelch.
 
“Aaahhh… mmmphhh… aaaahhh…” Shikha’s moans spilled out, muffled at first, her face turned away in shyness, eyes squeezed shut. But with each thrust—slow, deep, grinding—the sounds grew louder, breathier. “Aaahhh… ohhh… aaaahhh…” Her hips lifted to meet him involuntarily, pussy clenching around his cock, drawing him deeper.
 
Preeti sat close on the edge of the bed now, her sheer black lace babydoll riding up her thighs, revealing the damp patch on her thong. She held Shikha’s face gently between her palms, thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks, then took one of Shikha’s hands in hers—fingers interlaced, squeezing reassuringly. “I’m right here, baby… breathe… you’re doing so good…” she whispered, leaning in to press soft kisses along Shikha’s temple, her jaw, the curve of her neck.
 
But Shikha’s moans—raw, rising, uninhibited—were unraveling Preeti. Each “Aaaahhh… deeper… aaaahhh…” sent a fresh wave of heat through her core. Her pussy throbbed, lips swelling against the soaked lace, clit aching for friction. She crossed and uncrossed her legs subtly, thighs pressing together to squeeze her slick folds, the pressure sending sparks up her spine—but it only made her wetter, hotter, more nervous. She’s enjoying it… too much? The thought twisted in her gut—jealousy? Arousal? Both?—as Shikha’s cries filled the room: “Aaahhh… yes… aaaahhh… like that…”
 
Arjun groaned low, pace quickening slightly—thrusts deeper, hips snapping forward with wet slaps against Shikha’s ass. His cock dragged along her inner walls, the ridge of his head catching that sensitive spot inside her, making her back arch off the bed. “Fuck… you’re so tight… aaaahhh…” he muttered, hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider.
 
Shikha’s free hand clutched the sheets, moans turning desperate— “Aaaahhh… Arjun… aaaahhh… oh god…” —her pussy fluttering around him, juices coating his shaft, dripping down to his balls with every withdrawal.
 
Preeti’s breath hitched. She leaned closer, forehead pressed to Shikha’s, holding her hand tighter. “Look at me… I’ve got you…” But inside, her own arousal was spiralling—nipples hard against the lace, pussy clenching emptily, the scent of sex thick in the air making her dizzy. Shikha’s moans weren’t just pleasure—they were surrender—and it was driving Preeti wild with a nervous, aching need she couldn’t name.
 
Arjun bent lower, thrusting steadily—slap… squelch… slap—lost in the tight, wet heat gripping him, the sight of Shikha’s body taking him, Preeti’s lace-clad curves so close…
 
The room pulsed with their combined sounds—moans, wet flesh, heavy breaths—building toward something inevitable.
 
Preeti’s hands, steady until now, finally gave in to the heat coursing through her. She slid them up Shikha’s sides, under the thin silky top—braless, as always at home—until her palms cupped the full, warm weight of Shikha’s breasts. The fabric was slippery, almost non-existent, and Preeti’s fingers found the stiff nipples instantly, pinching them gently at first, then rolling them between thumb and forefinger with deliberate pressure.
 
Shikha broke the kiss with a sharp gasp— “Aaaahhh… Preeti…” —her back arching, pushing her breasts harder into Preeti’s hands. The pinch sharpened, twisting just enough to sting, and Shikha’s moan deepened— “Mmmphhh… aaaahhh… yes…”
 
Preeti captured her mouth again, kissing her fiercely—tongues sliding, wet and hungry—while her fingers worked the nipples in rhythmic tugs, pulling them outward, releasing, pinching again. Shikha’s body trembled between them, caught in the dual assault.
 
Arjun, still buried deep inside Shikha, slowed his pace—almost stopping—to take in the sight. His eyes widened, breath catching. *This is actually happening… Preeti—gorgeous Preeti—pinching and twisting Shikha’s nipples while devouring her mouth, Shikha’s moans pouring straight into the kiss. At that moment he wanted to switch to Preeti, get her on her fours and started ploughing, but somehow today devil didn’t show its true form and Arjun managed to do what he was supposed to do. The Viagra-fuelled hardness inside him throbbed harder at the erotic overload. He couldn’t believe it—his fantasy almost made real, right in front of him.
 
He adjusted his grip on Shikha’s thighs, spreading her wider, and began longer, slower strokes—pulling almost all the way out until just the head remained, then sliding back into the hilt in one smooth, deep glide. The wet drag of her walls around his shaft was exquisite—tight, slick, clenching with every pinch Preeti delivered above.
 
Slap… squelch… long withdrawal… deep thrust… slap…
 
“Aaahhh… ohhh… aaaahhh…” Shikha’s moans grew louder, muffled against Preeti’s lips, her pussy fluttering around Arjun’s cock as the dual sensations—nipples tortured, cunt filled—pushed her higher.
 
Preeti broke the kiss just enough to whisper against Shikha’s mouth, voice husky, “You’re taking him so well… look at you… aaaahhh…” Her own arousal dripped down her thighs, thong soaked, but she stayed focused—pinching harder, rolling the nipples until they were dark and throbbing.
 
Arjun’s strokes lengthened even more—agonizingly slow, savoring every inch—watching his cock disappear into Shikha’s glistening pussy, coated in her cream, while Preeti’s hands worked her breasts above. The room filled with layered sounds: wet squelch of penetration, soft slap of skin, Shikha’s rising “Aaaahhh… mmmphhh… aaaahhh…”, Preeti’s heavy breathing.