Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her devil wasn’t satisfied with just location anymore. It was painting full pictures now.
 
You could tell him to do it right here on the sofa, but make him go slow… really slow. Let him lick the milk trails first, then take the whole nipple deep. Or maybe you stand up, pull the nightie completely off, and let him drink while you’re pressed against the wall near the kitchen. You could even…
 
The thought that flashed next made her belly cramp so intensely that her hips twitched forward on their own.
 
What if you sit on his lap again? Straddle him properly this time. Feel that huge, thick cock pressing right against your soaked pussy while he sucks both tits one after another. You could grind on him properly, rub your clit along that monstrous length until you cum all over him… and he’d still be drinking your milk the whole time.
 
Simran’s breath hitched. Her hand unconsciously moved between her thighs and pressed lightly against her mound, trying to ease the throbbing ache. The pressure only made it worse.
 
She was past the point of pretending this was only about relief.
 
The devil had won long back.
 
Now she just had to decide exactly how filthy she was willing to let it get — and how close to danger she was brave enough to go.
 
Simran’s breath caught sharply in her throat as the memory slammed into her without warning.
 
She had been trying to decide between the sofa and the kitchen when the image hit her like a lightning bolt — the exact moment last night when Bhola had stood up after finishing the second breast. The lantern light had caught him perfectly from the side. His pant had been stretched obscenely tight across his groin, and there it was… that monstrous, heavy bulge. Thick, long, and unmistakably hard. It had looked almost unreal — easily nine to ten inches, maybe even more, the thick head clearly outlined against the thin cotton, veins bulging visibly even in the dim golden glow. She had stared at it for several long seconds, frozen, her mind refusing to accept what her eyes were seeing.
 
No… that can’t be real.
 
Her cheeks burned furiously. She had been in such a deep post-orgasm haze at the time — floating, trembling, milk still dripping from her nipples — that she had convinced herself it was a trick of the light, or her imagination running wild from all the pleasure. But now, sitting here sober and painfully aroused, the memory returned in crystal-clear detail.
 
Ten inches? Is that even possible for a human?
 
She had seen those porn videos before — the ones with the ridiculously huge cocks — and always assumed they were fake. Camera angles, special effects, implants, or those weird pumping devices. No normal man could possibly be that big. Ravi was a healthy six inches, maybe six and a half on his best day, and that had always been more than enough for her. Comfortable. Familiar.
 
But Bhola…
 
Her devil pounced immediately, voice dripping with wicked delight inside her head:
 
It was real, Simran. You saw it. You felt it yesterday when you were grinding on his lap. That thick, burning heat pressing right against your clit through your soaked panties. Remember how it throbbed? How it felt like a steel rod covered in velvet? You came so hard just rubbing against it. Imagine what would happen if there was no cloth between you… if you pulled his pant down and that massive thing slapped heavy against your pussy lips…
 
A violent shiver ran through her entire body. Her belly cramped hard again, deeper this time, sending a fresh flood of slick straight out of her. Her panties were beyond ruined now — she could literally feel her juices trickling down toward her ass. Her nipples throbbed in sync with her clit, leaking faster, soaking two large wet patches on her nightie.
 
What if it’s actually ten inches? the devil taunted. Thick as your wrist. What would it feel like stretching you open? Splitting you apart slowly while Bhola drinks from your tits at the same time? You’d cum instantly. You know you would. You’re already close just thinking about it.
 
Simran squeezed her eyes shut, but the image wouldn’t leave — that obscene, heavy bulge tenting his pants, the way it pulsed visibly when she had moaned. Bhola had looked so innocent, so focused on sucking her milk, completely unaware of the monster he was carrying between his legs. That contrast made it even filthier.