Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Zaroor. Par pehle usko prayaschit karna hai… phir woh khud dusron ko mera naam preach karegi.”
“Of course. But first she has to do penance… then she herself will preach my name to others.”
 
Meera’s eyes widened even in the middle of being fucked senseless. Between moans she managed to ask,
“Maan ji… preaching? Aapne pehle kabhi nahi kaha tha… woh kya—”
“Maan ji… preaching? You never said that before… what is—”
 
Maan Singh’s face darkened instantly.
 
He pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop, flipped her onto all fours like a ragdoll, and slammed his cum-slick cock straight into her tight asshole in one brutal thrust.
 
“AAHHHHHH…!” Meera screamed, pain and pleasure exploding through her.
 
He fucked her ass mercilessly — hard, punishing strokes — one hand gripping her hair, the other slapping her bouncing ass cheeks red.
 
“Jab main kuch kehta hoon, toh sawal nahi karte, samjhi?” he growled, pounding deeper. “Preaching ka matlab hai… jab main Nimrat ko poori tarah se tod dunga, uski doodh aur chut dono meri ho jayengi… tab woh dusri auraton ko bhi mere paas laayegi. Tum jaise aur auratein… sab meri banengi.”
“When I say something, you don’t question it, understood?” he growled, pounding deeper. “Preaching means… when I completely break Nimrat, her milk and pussy both become mine… then she will bring other women to me too. Women like you… all will become mine.”
 
Meera was sobbing with ecstasy, ass clenching around his cock. After several minutes of savage anal fucking, Maan Singh roared and emptied his balls deep inside her bowels — thick, endless spurts of cum flooding her ass.
 
He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her juices and his own seed.
 
“Saaf karo,”
“Clean it”,  he commanded.
 
Meera turned instantly, taking the dirty cock into her mouth without hesitation. She sucked and licked every inch clean, tasting her own ass on him, eyes locked on his in total submission.
 
When he was satisfied, Maan Singh stroked her hair gently and smiled.
 
“Tu bahut acchi ladki hai, Meera. Ab tujhe reward milna chahiye.”
“You are a very good girl, Meera. Now you deserve a reward.”
 
He made her lie down on his chest, still naked and leaking his cum from both holes, and whispered the reward:
 
“Jaise hi Nimrat mere ghar pahunch jaaye aur uska 10 din ka initiation shuru ho jaaye… tu bhi wapas aa jaana. Tum dono saath mein rahogi. Main tum dono ko saath-saath chodunga… aur tum dono meri gaay ban kar rahegi. 10 din baad… tu bhi permanent disciple ban jaayegi.”
“As soon as Nimrat reaches my house and her 10-day initiation starts… you also come back. Both of you will stay together. I will fuck both of you together… and both of you will remain as my cows. After 10 days… you too will become a permanent disciple.”
 
Meera shivered with pure joy and kissed his chest. “Thank you, Maan ji… aapki kripa…”
 
The rest of the night continued — another round in cowgirl where she rode him like a whore while he sucked and bit her breasts, more dirty talk about how they would break Nimrat together, more orgasms until both were exhausted and drenched in sweat and cum.
 
At dawn, Maan Singh himself bathed her in the luxurious marble bathtub. He washed every inch of her body tenderly, soaped her sore pussy and ass, kissed her forehead, and dressed her in a fresh robe.
 
Only then did he allow her to leave.
 
“Kal Nimrat ke residence pe jaana. Aur usko taiyaar rakhna… mera intezaar kar rahi hai woh abhi se.”
“Go to Nimrat’s residence tomorrow. And keep her ready… she is already waiting for me from now.”
 
Meera stepped out of the suite at 7 AM, legs trembling, body marked, ass and pussy still leaking his cum, but her face glowing with the kind of peace only a true disciple feels.
 
The hunter had claimed his favourite pet for one more night.
 
And soon… very soon… he would have another.