Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She looked up at him, cheeks burning, voice small and shaky.
 
“Isse bahar nikalo, Bhola…”
“Take this out, Bhola…”
 
It sounded like she was asking him to release some wild creature from a cage. And in a way, she was.
 
Bhola hesitated for a second, then nodded. He grabbed the thick base of his cock through the pants with one hand and tried to angle it downward so the waistband could pass. The movement made the bulge shift obscenely, the fat head pressing even harder against the fabric. He pushed it down slightly, but the sheer girth made it difficult.
 
Simran couldn’t wait any longer.
 
She pulled the waistband down further herself, inch by inch, her eyes wide and unblinking. The first few inches of the shaft appeared — dark, thick as her wrist, veins already standing out prominently against the smooth skin. Dark pubic hair, trimmed but not shaved, framed the base. She kept pulling, revealing more and more of the impossible length. It was already six inches out, and the head still hadn’t appeared.
 
Ravi was maybe six inches when fully excited on Viagra. This… this wasn’t even half of it yet.
 
She kept tugging the waistband lower, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. Then, after three more thick inches, the swollen, bulbous head finally started to emerge — dark purple, glistening with precum, flaring wide and angry.
 
She pulled just a little more.
 
The monster sprang free with sudden violence.
 
The thick, heavy cock whipped upward like a released spring, the fat head slapping hard against her chin and open mouth with a wet *thwack*. The force was so surprising that her mouth snapped shut for a second around the side of the shaft before she jerked backward. She lost her balance and fell back onto the bed with a gasp, eyes wide with shock, lips tingling from the sudden impact.
 
Bhola stood there, pants around his thighs, his gigantic cock now fully exposed and pointing straight at her — throbbing, veined, and impossibly thick. A thick bead of precum glistened at the tip, slowly dripping down the underside of the shaft.
 
Simran lay on the bed, propped on her elbows, staring at it in stunned silence.
 
The sight was burned into her mind forever.
Simran didn’t think. She simply reacted.
 
The moment Bhola’s massive cock sprang free and slapped against her lips and chin, something primal took over. She slid off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him in one fluid motion, as if the enormous shaft itself had commanded her into position. Her bare knees hit the cool floor, and she found herself eye-level with the most intimidating sight she had ever seen in her life.
 
The monster was even more overwhelming up close.
 
It was dark, almost blackish-brown, thick as her wrist at the base and only slightly tapering toward the head. The shaft was heavily veined — thick, rope-like veins pulsing visibly along its entire length, some branching out like rivers on a map. The skin was smooth but stretched tight over the rigid hardness, with a slight upward curve that made the fat, bulbous head point aggressively toward her face. The head itself was enormous — flared wide like a mushroom cap, the color a deep, angry purple, glistening with a thick bead of precum that slowly dripped down the underside in a shiny thread. The entire cock was easily eleven inches long, maybe more, and so heavy it bobbed slightly with his heartbeat.
 
Below it hung his balls — two large, heavy orbs in a loose, dark sac. They were full and pendulous, swaying gently with every small movement he made, covered in a light dusting of the same dark hair that framed the base of his shaft. They looked heavy with seed, the kind of balls that promised to pump out load after load.
 
Simran’s mouth fell open in pure awe.
 
“Bhola… yeh to…”
“Bhola… this is…” she whispered, voice hoarse.
 
Bhola’s face burned with embarrassment. He started to pull his pants back up, mumbling,
 
“Bhabhi, maaf karna… yeh bas ho jaata hai…”
“Bhabhi, I’m sorry… it just happens…”
 
But Simran reached out fast and caught his wrists again.
 
“Ruko,” she breathed. “Mujhe dekhna hai.”
“Wait,” she breathed. “I need to see.”
 
Bhola hesitated, then lowered his hands. His cock twitched once in the open air, the heavy shaft bobbing forward as if acknowledging her gaze.
 
Simran stared, transfixed. A thin string of saliva actually dripped from the corner of her open mouth before she realised it and closed her lips. Her pussy clenched so hard she felt a fresh gush of slick soak through her shorts.
 
She looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy.