Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola suddenly froze.
 
The moment Simran’s wide, shocked eyes dropped to the massive, throbbing bulge in his pants, panic flashed across his face. His ears turned bright red. Without a word, he covered his crotch with both hands, turned around sharply, and ran toward his room at the back of the house. His footsteps were quick and embarrassed on the tiled floor.
 
Simran sat there on the sofa for a split second, stunned. Then guilt crashed over her like cold water.
 
Oh no… what have I done? I stared at him like that. I made him feel ashamed. He’s just a simple boy trying to help me and I… I looked at him like he was some kind of freak. He must be so embarrassed right now.
 
She stood up quickly, her loose shirt still open, breasts heavy and leaking, and hurried after him. Her bare feet were silent as she crossed the hall. When she reached his door, it was already locked from inside.
 
“Bhola…” she called softly, knocking gently. “Bhola, please darwaza khol do.”
“Bhola…” she called softly, knocking gently. “Bhola, please open the door.”
 
No answer.
 
She knocked again, her voice softer, almost pleading.
 
“Bhola… maaf kar do. Please khol do. Koi baat nehi. Yeh sab natural hai. Sharmane ki koi baat nahi. Please… mujhe andar aane do.”
“Bhola… I’m sorry. Please open. It’s okay. It’s only natural. Nothing to be ashamed of. Please… let me in.”
 
She waited, heart pounding. After almost a minute of gentle knocking and soft reassurances, the bolt clicked. The door opened just a crack.
 
Bhola stood there, head slightly lowered, one hand still covering the front of his pants. His face was flushed, eyes avoiding hers.
 
Simran stepped inside without waiting for permission. She closed the door behind her gently and stood in front of him.
 
“Kya hua hai?” she asked softly, her voice full of concern.
“What is wrong?” she asked softly, her voice full of concern.
 
Bhola stammered, looking anywhere but at her.
 
“Main… main nahi jaanta, Bhabhi… yeh… yeh bas ho jaata hai… mera iraada nahi tha…”
“I… I don’t know, Bhabhi… it… it just happens… I didn’t mean to…”
 
Simran’s heart ached for him. In her mind, a fierce protective instinct flared up.
 
He is my future potential bull… I cannot let him lose confidence like this. Not now. Not ever.
 
She stepped closer, her tone gentle but firm.
 
“Fikar mat karo, Bhola. Aisa hota hai. Yeh bilkul natural hai. Iske liye tumhe bura feel karne ki zaroorat nahi.”
“Don’t worry, Bhola. It happens. It’s completely natural. You don’t have to feel bad about it.”
 
Bhola looked up at her shyly, relief flickering in his eyes.
 
“Shukriya, Bhabhi… samajhne ke liye.”
“Thank you, Bhabhi… for understanding.”
 
Simran smiled softly, trying to keep her voice light.
 
“Ek shart par.”
“On one condition.”
 
Bhola tilted his head, confused.
 
“What?”
 
She took a small breath, her cheeks warming, but her voice stayed steady.
 
“Pehle mujhe dikhao kya problem hai.”
“Show me what’s wrong first.”
 
Bhola thought she simply meant to remove his hands from the front of his pants. He slowly lowered them, still looking embarrassed.
 
But Simran wanted more.
 
She wanted to see everything.
 
Her eyes dropped to the massive, straining bulge in his pants. The fabric was stretched so tight it looked ready to tear. The thick outline of his cock was unmistakable — long, heavy, curving upward aggressively. The swollen head pressed hard against the material, a large wet spot of precum darkening the front.
 
Simran’s mouth fell open slightly.
 
“Ohh…My…God…” she breathed, eyes wide, unable to tear her gaze away.
 
She was yet to see what truly lay inside, but even the outline was enough to make her pussy clench hard. The sheer size, the thickness, the way it throbbed visibly against his pants — it was mesmerizing.