Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

It was already pushing 9 PM. The rain had eased into a steady, monotonous drizzle, but the sky remained dark and heavy, as if the storm had only paused to catch its breath. No one—not Simran, not Bhola—remembered Ravi is yet to return.
 
Bhola had excused himself quietly and walked to the small bathroom attached in his room. He needed relief—had needed it for sometime now—but the moment he pulled down his pants and freed his cock, two shocks hit him at once.
 
First: he was still hard. Painfully, throbbing hard. The erection that had started during the milking in the bedroom, hadn’t faded even slightly. It stood rigid, veins thick and pulsing along the shaft.
 
Second—and far more startling: it was bigger.
 
He stared down in disbelief. His cock—had grown. Easily ten inches now, maybe more. The head was swollen, flushed dark, the shaft thicker, veins bulging like ropes under the skin. It looked… angry. Powerful. Almost unrecognizable.
 
He tried to pee. Nothing. The hardness blocked everything—stream refused to come, bladder full but exit denied. He stood there, gripping the base, willing it down. Minutes passed—frustration building—until suddenly, without warning, the dam broke. A powerful jet shot out—strong, almost violent—so forceful it could have switched on a light switch from across the room. He aimed carefully—thankfully no switchboard nearby—but the pressure was unreal, stream hissing like a pressure washer, splashing against the porcelain with loud and aggressive force.
 
He emptied his bladder completely, relief mixing with confusion. The hardness didn’t fade—not even a little. The cock stayed rigid, thick, ten inches of unyielding meat.
 
Somehow, he managed to tuck it back into his pants—awkwardly, painfully—the bulge now obscene, impossible to hide, thankfully there was no light, but there was enough from the street lights. They were solar and did some extraordinary work of staying strong even in this weather. And that’s how some light entered Bhola’s room and the drawing room. He washed his hands, straightened his T shirt, and walked out.
 
Bhola returned from his room. Simran had instinctively covered her breasts again when she heard his footsteps, arms crossed protectively over her leaking, swollen globes. But the moment he took his position—kneeling before the sofa, face level with her chest—she slowly lowered her hands, letting them rest in her lap once more. The nightie stayed gathered at her waist, leaving her topless and inviting, while those heavenly mangos swayed gently with her breathing.
 
Another thunderclap exploded overhead—sharp, deafening—shaking the entire house like a giant fist had struck the roof. The windows rattled violently; Bhola startled mid-motion, his balance lost for a split second as he lifted her right breast to his mouth. His face pitched forward—smearing across the deep, creamy valley of her cleavage—cheeks and nose pressing into the soft, warm flesh, milk from both nipples smearing across his skin in sticky trails.
 
Simran gasped— “Aaahhh!” —her hands flying to his shoulders to steady him, fingers digging in as the thunder rolled on.
 
Bhola pulled back slightly, face flushed, milk glistening on his lips and chin. 
“Sorry, Bhabhi… yeh bijli bahut tez gir rahi hai aaj…”
(“Sorry, Bhabhi… this lightning is striking very hard today…”)
 
He didn’t wait for her reply—leaned in again, mouth finding the right nipple, sealing around it and sucking with renewed focus. Milk flowed immediately—warm, thick streams flooding his mouth, the sweet taste making him groan low against her skin.
 
Simran’s moans returned—soft at first, then deeper— “Mmmphhh… aaaahhhh…” —her body relaxing into the sensation, thighs pressing together, pussy clenching around nothing as relief and pleasure blurred once more.
 
Minutes passed, he was still on the right tit, sucking hard, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing with each pull. Milk sprayed in rhythmic jets, coating his tongue, filling his mouth and filling his stomach, he didn’t need dinner. The lights came back and flickered a few times—then went out completely. Darkness swallowed the room, broken only by the occasional lightning flash that turned everything stark white for split seconds.
 
Neither noticed.