Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran had stopped protesting entirely.
 
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close. Her head rested against his shoulder, eyes half-closed, soft moans and whimpers escaping her lips with every deep suck. Her pussy was dripping constantly now — the soaked panty rubbing against the thick, iron-hard bulge in his pants with every step he took. The massive shaft was lodged firmly between her thick thighs, the fat head nudging right against her swollen clit through the thin layers of cloth. Every time Bhola took a step, the heavy cock would slide back and forth between her thighs, grinding deliciously against her most sensitive spot.
 
She was in a haze of pleasure.
 
Her mind kept whispering filthy, dangerous thoughts:
 
He’s walking around the house with me like this… sucking my tits while my husband sleeps upstairs… his huge cock rubbing between my thighs… I’m leaking milk and pussy juice all over him… and I don’t want him to stop…
 
Bhola finally slowed near the sofa. With gentle care, he lowered her down onto the cushions. As her ass touched the sofa, his rock-hard cock — still trapped in his pants — slid straight between her thick, soft thighs one last time, the thick shaft lodging perfectly in the warm valley between them. The head pressed hot and heavy right against her soaked panty-covered pussy. Simran gasped sharply at the contact, her legs instinctively squeezing around it for a second before she forced herself to relax.
 
Bhola stepped back slightly, breathing hard, his mouth and chin completely covered in her milk. It glistened on his lips, dripped from his jaw, soaked the collar of his kurta.
 
He looked at her with that same innocent, reverent expression and said softly:
 
“Aapki chuchiya bahut swadist hain, Bhabhi… main inhe pee pee ke aur takatwar ban jaunga.”
“Your boobs are very tasty, Bhabhi… by drinking them again and again I will become even stronger.”
 
Simran didn’t know what to say.
 
She could only stare at him, cheeks burning, as he turned and went to the kitchen. A minute later he returned with a small plate of warm bread toast and a glass of powdered milk mixed with Jeevdhatu — the same herbal powder he always added for her.
 
“Ab yeh kha lijiye, Bhabhi,”
“Eat this now, Bhabhi,” he said gently, placing the plate and glass on the table in front of her.
 
“Dinner jaldi se taiyaar ho jayega.”
“Dinner will be ready soon.”
 
Simran picked up a piece of toast with trembling fingers and took a small bite, trying to act normal. But her mind was spinning. She kept replaying the last fifteen minutes — Bhola carrying her around the house like she weighed nothing, his mouth latched onto her tits the entire time, his massive cock rubbing between her thighs with every step. She couldn’t stop thinking about how big it had felt. How thick. How hard. How it had pressed right against her soaked pussy through their clothes.
 
Her gaze dropped involuntarily to his crotch as he stood in front of her.
 
The monster was fully erect for quite some time now.
 
The front of his pants was stretched obscenely tight, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible — long, heavy, curving upward, the fat head pressing hard against the fabric like it wanted to tear free. A large wet spot of precum had soaked through near the tip, making the material cling to the shape.
 
Simran’s mouth fell open slightly.
 
“What…?” she breathed, eyes wide.
 
Bhola tilted his head, confused.
 
“Aapne mujhe bulaya, Bhabhi?”
“You called me, Bhabhi?”
 
Simran’s voice came out in a shocked whisper.
 
“Bhola… ye kya hai?”
“Bhola… what is this?”
 
Her mouth formed a perfect, surprised “O” as she stared at the massive bulge. The sheer size of it — the way it throbbed visibly against his pants — left her speechless. Her pussy clenched hard at the sight, fresh slick flooding her already ruined panty.
 
Bhola suddenly realised what she was looking at. His ears turned red, and he shifted his stance awkwardly, trying to hide the obvious erection. But it was too late.
 
The powder (Jeevdhatu) he had been taking daily had heavily reduced the sensation in his cock — that was why he could stay hard for so long without feeling overwhelmed. Whether that was a good thing or not… only time would tell.
 
But right now, Simran’s wide, shocked eyes were fixed on the monster hidden in his pants, and Bhola stood there, suddenly very aware that she had just seen everything.
 
The air between them crackled with a new, dangerous tension.
 
And Simran’s mind was already racing ahead to what might happen next.