Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

"Agar... tu yahan let jaaye, apna sir meri god mein rakh ke? Is tarah main tujhe achhe se pakad sakti hoon. Tu ek ko poora kar le, phir doosra. Main tera sir sambhalungi aur tu dono haathon se dabake doodh ko jaldi nikalne mein madad kar sakta hai."
 “What if… you lie down here, with your head on my lap? Like that I can hold you properly. You can do one fully, then the other. I can support your head and you can use both hands to press and help the milk flow faster.”
 
Bhola’s eyes flickered with slight surprise, but he nodded slowly. He didn’t expect her to talk so openly.
 
“Ji, Bhabhi. Agar aapko comfortable lage toh… theek hai. Main aapki god mein let jaaun?”
("Yes, Bhabhi. If it feels comfortable to you... okay. Should I lie down in your lap?")
 
“Yes,” she said, her voice a little breathless now.
 
"Aao. Meri god mein let jao. Is tarah tu dono taraf se araam se pee sakega, gardan pe koi strain nahi padega."
(“Come. Lie down on my lap. That way you can drink properly from both sides without straining your neck.”)
 
She shifted back on the bed, leaning against the wall for support, and patted her lap. The nightie had ridden up dangerously high, barely covering the soaked black thong between her thighs. Her heavy breasts rose and fell quickly with her breathing, the wet patches now clearly showing the shape of her swollen nipples.
 
Bhola hesitated for just a second, then climbed onto the bed and carefully laid his head on her soft, warm thighs. His face was now perfectly positioned right under her chest. He looked up at her, innocent as ever.
 
“Ready hoon, Bhabhi.”
 
Simran’s heart was pounding. She pulled one thin strap of the nightie down her shoulder, then the other, letting the blue fabric slide down to her waist. Her magnificent, milk-heavy breasts spilled out completely — round, full, glistening with leaked milk, nipples dark and erect, begging for his mouth.
 
She cupped the back of his head gently with one hand and guided his mouth toward her left breast.
 
“Isse shuru kar”  
(“Start with this one,”)
 
she whispered, voice thick with need.
 
"Jaldi pee lekin sahi tarike se. Mujhe bilkul khali kar de... phir hum side badlenge."
(“Drink fast but properly. Empty me completely… then we’ll switch.”)
 
Bhola opened his mouth and took her leaking nipple inside without another word.
 
The moment his lips sealed around her and he gave the first strong suck, Simran’s head fell back against the wall, a long, shaky moan escaping her lips.
 
They had found their position. 
And now there was no turning back.
 
Bhola's head rested heavy and warm on her soft thighs, his face tilted up just enough that his warm breath brushed the undersides of her leaking breasts. He looked at them for a long second, eyes widening slightly.
 
"Bhabhi... yeh toh pehle se hi tapak rahe hain," he said quietly, voice low and matter-of-fact. "Dono hi bilkul bhare hue hain. Doodh bahar nikal raha hai bina chhue bhi."
("Bhabhi... these are already leaking," he said quietly, his voice low and straightforward. "Both are completely full. Milk is coming out even without touching them.")