Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Nimrat rose as if in a trance — legs moving before her mind could protest.
 
Meera immediately stood behind her, placed gentle hands on Nimrat’s shoulders, and made her turn slowly in a full circle. The saree dbangd beautifully over her massive, rounded ass, the fabric stretching and highlighting every curve. Maan Singh’s eyes followed the motion without hurry, drinking in the sight.
 
When Nimrat faced him again, he gave a single nod.
 
“Theek hai. Nimrat… tumhe prayaschit karna hoga. Mere teachings ke neeche rehna hoga. Phir tum khud dusron ko meri teachings preach karogi.”
“Okay. Nimrat… you will have to do penance. You will have to live under my teachings. Then you yourself will preach my teachings to others.”
 
Meera’s eyebrows shot up in visible confusion. Preach? Maan ji had never mentioned anything about preaching before — not once in all these years.
 
But Maan Singh didn’t explain. He simply rose to his full height and said to Meera,
 
“Baad mein isko details samjha dena.” Then, turning to Nimrat with the same calm authority, “Tum ab ja sakti ho.”
“Explain the details to her later.” Then, turning to Nimrat with the same calm authority, “You can go now.”
 
The meeting — the inspection — was over.
 
Just like that.
 
Nimrat stood there for a second longer, heart racing, body tingling, mind reeling from the strange mix of humiliation, arousal, and complete surrender she had just felt in under ten minutes.
 
She was dismissed.
 
And yet she already knew she would come back the moment he called.
 
The moment the heavy door of the Presidential Suite clicked shut behind Nimrat, the air inside changed. The polite, almost ceremonial tension vanished. Meera turned back toward Maan Singh, her eyes already glassy with need.
 
Before Nimrat had even reached the elevator, Meera whispered softly to her through the closing door,
 
“Main kal tumhare residence pe milungi. Rest karo… sab theek ho jaayega.”
“I’ll meet you at your residence tomorrow. Rest… everything will be fine.”
 
Nimrat nodded numbly and disappeared down the corridor, still in that strange trance.
 
Inside the suite, Meera didn’t waste a second.
 
She dropped to her knees right there on the marble floor, black dress riding up her thighs. Maan Singh stood above her like a king — calm, towering, already untying the knot of his kurta.
 
The night that followed was pure, relentless possession.
 
Meera took his thick, heavy cock into her mouth like she was worshipping. She sucked him deep, gagging happily, tears of devotion rolling down her cheeks while Maan Singh held her hair and fucked her throat slowly.
 
“Yeh muh sirf mere lund ke liye bana hai,”
“This mouth is made only for my cock,” he growled, feeding her every inch.
 
When he finally came, he flooded her mouth with thick, hot ropes of cum. Meera swallowed every drop, moaning like a starving woman, then showed him her empty tongue like a good little disciple.
 
Maan Singh didn’t let her rest. He lifted her onto the king-sized bed, ripped the black dress off her body, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue and fingers devoured her shaved, dripping pussy for nearly forty minutes — sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her hole, drinking every drop of her juices while she screamed and squirted all over his moustache.
 
“Maan ji… aapki randi hoon main… hamesha aapki…”
“Maan ji… I am your whore… always yours…” she kept babbling between orgasms.
 
Then the real fucking began.
 
He took her in missionary first — slow, deep strokes, his massive cock stretching her married pussy wide open while he sucked hard on her breasts, leaving red marks. They talked the entire time about Nimrat.
 
“Woh gaay kal se meri hone wali hai,” Maan Singh grunted between thrusts, pinching Meera’s nipples. “Main usko 21 din mein itna todunga ki woh khud mere liye apni beti ko bhi laayegi.”
“That cow is going to be mine from tomorrow,” Maan Singh grunted between thrusts, pinching Meera’s nipples. “I will break her so much in 21 days that she herself will bring her own daughter for me.”
 
Meera moaned louder, legs wrapped around his waist.
 
“Haan … uski badi-badi choochiyan… uski moti gaand… aap usko bhi apni randi bana denge na?”
“Yes … her big big boobs… her fat ass… you will make her your whore too, right?”