Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“So… the lady could just… call any gladiator she wanted and make him fuck her however she liked?” she asked breathlessly, grinding down harder. “And the champion got to have a woman all night long… every night if he won?”
 
Ravi nodded, voice getting rougher as he felt her heat through his pants.
“Yeah… exactly like that.”
 
Simran’s eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed. She kissed him again, longer this time, her tongue slipping into his mouth while her hips moved in slow, filthy circles, rubbing her dripping cunt up and down the thick ridge of his cock.
 
Her tits were leaking freely now, two dark wet spots spreading across the front of her shirt, nipples rock-hard and aching.
 
She was so fucking horny she could barely think straight.
 
And all she could picture was Bhola — on his knees behind the counter, sucking her tits like an animal while she came all over his face.
 
She kissed Ravi again, deeper, hungrier, while her mind screamed for something much darker.
 
Simran straddled Ravi’s lap fully now, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. The short checked shirt had ridden all the way up to her waist, exposing the soaked white panty that was plastered to her swollen pussy. She looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted, breathing already ragged.
Her voice came out low and husky as she rolled her hips once, pressing her dripping cunt firmly along the thick ridge of his cock.
 
“Tell me…” she whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, “how did the Champion fuck the lady of the house? I want to know exactly how he took her.”
Ravi’s hands instantly gripped her bare ass under the shirt, squeezing the soft, full cheeks hard. He was already rock-hard beneath her, his cock straining painfully against his track pants.
 
“Fuck… you really want to hear that?” he growled, voice thickening with lust.
 
Simran answered by grinding down harder, dragging her soaked panty slowly up and down his entire length, letting him feel how hot and wet she was. She kissed his neck, then his jaw, then sucked lightly on his earlobe.
 
“Tell me,” she breathed, “every dirty detail.”
 
Ravi’s grip tightened, fingers digging into her ass as he started talking, voice low and filthy.
 
“The Champion… he was the biggest, strongest gladiator in the ludus. When the lady wanted him, they brought him straight to her private chambers. She would be waiting on her silk bed, already naked or in something sheer. He wouldn’t say a word. He’d just grab her, throw her onto her back, spread her legs wide and shove that massive, thick cock inside her in one brutal thrust. No foreplay. No mercy. He’d fuck her like he owned her — deep, hard, pounding strokes that made her scream and shake the entire bed.”
 
Simran moaned softly against his neck and started grinding faster, her soaked pussy lips parting around the thick outline of his cock, rubbing her swollen clit up and down his shaft again and again. Her heavy tits bounced inside the open shirt, wet spots growing darker as fresh milk leaked from her aching nipples.
 
Ravi’s breathing grew rougher. He didn’t know his wife was already in heaven — using every filthy word to chase the orgasm Bhola had left her hanging on.
 
“He’d flip her over, pull her ass up high and fuck her from behind like an animal,” Ravi continued, voice getting dirtier. “Slapping her ass red while he slammed into her cunt over and over. Sometimes he’d make her ride him, make her bounce on that huge cock while he sucked on her tits and pinched her nipples. He’d fuck her for hours — filling her pussy again and again until she was dripping his cum down her thighs. And when he finally came, he’d bury himself balls-deep and pump her full, holding her down so every drop stayed inside her.”
 
Simran was losing control.
 
She kissed him hard, tongue sliding into his mouth, then broke away to kiss and suck along his neck, her hips moving faster, grinding desperately on his cock like a bitch in heat. Her soaked panty made wet, obscene sounds every time she dragged her cunt along his thick shaft. Her clit was throbbing painfully, the pressure building so intensely she could barely breathe.
 
“Ahh… fuck… keep talking…” she whimpered, kissing his lips again, then his cheek, then sucking on his lower lip.
 
Ravi groaned, hands sliding up to squeeze her leaking tits through the shirt, feeling the wetness but thinking it was just sweat.
 
“He’d make her beg for it,” he rasped. “Make her say ‘please Champion, fill my married cunt’ while he destroyed her. Sometimes the lady would make him fuck her in front of her husband, just to show him how a real man takes a woman…”
 
That was it.
 
Simran’s orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave.
 
Her whole body seized up. Her thighs clamped around his hips, pussy spasming violently against his cock through their clothes. A hot, gushing flood of her juices soaked through her panty and into his track pants as she came hard — silently at first, then a broken, shaky moan escaped against his mouth.
 
She kept grinding through it, riding every pulse, her leaking tits pressed against his chest, nipples dragging against the fabric as her body trembled and shook on top of him.
 
Ravi thought she was just really turned on by the dirty talk.
 
He had no idea his wife had just cum violently on his lap while thinking about another man’s mouth on her tits and his monster cock grinding between her legs.
Simran buried her face in his neck, panting, still softly grinding as the aftershocks rolled through her, her soaked pussy still twitching against his rock-hard cock.
She smiled against his skin — satisfied, guilty, and already hungry for more.