Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her whole body seized up. Her hands flew to the sides of the bed, fingers clawing desperately at the bedsheets, knuckles turning white as she gripped them for dear life. Her knees slammed together, thighs clamping tight around nothing as violent shivers ripped through her. A broken, muffled cry tore from her throat into the pillow. Her pussy spasmed wildly, gushing fresh hot slick into her already ruined panty, the orgasm rolling through her in long, shattering waves that left her trembling and gasping.
 
Bhola’s eyes stayed closed the entire time. He didn’t even notice she had come. He simply dived back in again and again — latching onto the same right tit with full force, sucking violently, pulling until the nipple stretched long and thick before popping free with another wet smack. Each time the breast settled back down like soft jelly, jiggling heavily against her chest, milk still leaking from the swollen tip.
 
Simran was still shaking from her climax when she managed to whisper, voice hoarse and broken:
 
“Bhola… itna zor se kyun kheench rahe ho?”
(“Bhola… why do you pull so hard?”)
 
Bhola released her nipple with a soft pop, milk dripping from his lips as he looked up at her with innocent, apologetic eyes.
 
“Maaf karna, Bhabhi… main aisa phir nahi karunga. Asal mein… yeh bahut tasty hai. Isliye main zaroorat se zyada choosne ki koshish karta hoon. Main beh jaata hoon. Phir se nahi karunga.”
(“Sorry, Bhabhi… I won’t do it again. Actually… it’s very tasty. That’s why I try to suck more than necessary. I get carried away. I won’t do it again.”)
 
Simran’s chest heaved. She was still trembling, pussy still pulsing, but she shook her head slowly.
 
“Bekaar ki baat mat karo,” she whispered, voice thick with lust and lingering orgasm. “Zor se kheecho. Koi problem nahi. Aur agar itna tasty hai… to ab tum mujhe bhi pilaoge. Hamesha. Yeh mera hi to hai… mujhe bhi iska hissa milna chahiye.”
(“Nonsense,” she whispered, voice thick with lust and lingering orgasm. “Pull harder. No problem. And if it’s so tasty… you will now feed me too. Always. It’s mine after all… I should have a share of it.”)
 
Bhola’s eyes widened slightly, but he nodded without hesitation.
 
“Bil kul, Bhabhi. Ab se main aapko aapka hissa zaroor doonga.”
(“Of course, Bhabhi. I will give you your share from now on.”)
 
She swallowed hard, cheeks burning.
 
“Fikar mat karo, Bhola… tum bhi zor se kheench sakte ho.”
(“Don’t worry, Bhola… you can pull hard too.”)
 
Bhola smiled — that pure, boyish smile — and took her right tit back into his mouth. He latched on with renewed force, sucking violently, pulling with everything he had until the nipple stretched long and thick between his lips. He released it suddenly with a loud, wet *POP*. The heavy breast settled back down like soft jelly, jiggling beautifully against her chest.
 
Simran gasped sharply.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Accha Bhola… Ab mujhe bhi thoda doodh de do.”
(“Aaahhhhh… Good Bhola… Now give me some milk too.”)
 
Bhola nodded obediently. He moved to her full left tit, latched on, and sucked deeply, collecting a generous mouthful of warm, creamy milk. He held it there carefully, cheeks slightly puffed, eyes closed in concentration.
 
He waited.
 
Simran’s eyes were still closed, lost in the haze of pleasure and aftershocks. She didn’t realise he was waiting for her.
 
Bhola leaned forward by instinct, bringing his face closer and closer until his lips gently brushed against hers.
 
Simran shook with a sudden jolt of fear and surprise.
 
Her eyes flew open.
 
And then — slowly, hesitantly, but willingly — she parted her lips.
 
Ready to welcome the warm flow of her own milk straight from his mouth.
 
Bhola hovered above her, mouth still full, cheeks slightly rounded with the warm load of her milk. He looked down at Simran with that same innocent, focused expression he always wore when he was trying to do something exactly right for her.
 
He slowly parted his lips.
 
The first drops fell — warm, thick, creamy pearls of her own milk landing softly on her lower lip. One… two… three… each one landing with a tiny, wet sound that made her whole body tense. The scent of her milk rose between them, sweet and intimate, and Simran felt a violent rush of heat explode low in her belly.
 
She was burning.