Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She pulled him closer, refusing to let go, so she could sit properly on the bed while keeping the fat head locked in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she started sucking gently, tasting the thick, creamy precum like it was the sweetest nectar she had ever had.
 
Bhola’s hands hovered in the air, confused and overwhelmed, but Simran gripped his thighs tighter, holding him in place.
 
She pulled off just for a second, strings of spit and precum connecting her lips to his cockhead, and looked up at him with glassy, cock-drunk eyes.
 
“Bhola aise mat hilo… yahin ruko… warna ye muh se nikal jayega.”
“Bhola, don’t move like that… stay right here… otherwise it will slip out of my mouth.”
 
She didn’t waste another second.
 
She opened her mouth wide again and took the fat head back inside with a loud, hungry “Ummmmhhh…” sound, sucking harder this time, her tongue swirling around the leaking tip while her hands stroked the thick shaft she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
 
The morning light poured over them — Simran sitting on the bed in nothing but a soaked red thong, mouth stretched wide around Bhola’s enormous lund, sucking and moaning like a desperate whore while he stood there, trembling, his heavy balls hanging low.
 
And Bhola’s monster cock was finally getting the attention it had been begging for all morning.
 
Simran opened her mouth wider, trying desperately to take more of Bhola’s massive cock inside. The thick, dark head stretched her lips obscenely, forcing her jaw wide open. She pushed forward slowly, her tongue flattening against the underside, tasting the salty, thick precum that kept leaking in heavy drops. But it was so fucking huge — so thick and so long — that even after taking the head and a couple of inches, she felt her throat start to resist. This was the first time in her life she was trying to swallow such a monstrous dick. Her eyes watered slightly as she looked up at him, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched tight around the girth.
 
Bhola stared down at her, completely mesmerised. The sight of his beautiful, married Bhabhi on her knees with his huge cock stuffed in her mouth was heavenly. Her soft, pink lips were wrapped so perfectly around the dark, veiny shaft — it looked like her mouth had been made just for this. The way her cheeks bulged, the way her eyes looked up at him with pure lust and struggle, the way her heavy, leaking tits bounced every time she moved her head — it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
 
Simran noticed him staring. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit and thick precum connecting her swollen lips to the fat head.
 
“Aise kya dekh rahe ho, Bhola?” she asked, breathing hard, voice husky and filthy. “Mera muh itna bada nahi hai… aur tumhara lund itna mota hai ki meri lips phat rahi hain.”
“Why are you looking at me like that, Bhola?” she asked, breathing hard, voice husky and filthy. “My mouth is not that big… and your cock is so thick that my lips are tearing apart.”
 
Bhola’s eyes were dark with hunger, but his voice stayed soft and honest.
 
“Bhabhi… thank you so much. Bahut bahut achcha lag raha hai. Aap bahot sundar dikh rahi ho… sach mein.”
“Bhabhi… thank you so much. It feels really really good. You look very beautiful… really.”
 
Simran blushed deeply, still holding the thick base of his cock in both hands, stroking it slowly.
 
“Bhola, badmash… maine tumhara lund muh mein le rakha hai, dono haath se sehla rahi hoon, aur tum bol rahe ho ki main sundar lag rahi hu? Kitna sharmila hai tu… lekin tera lund toh bilkul shaitan ban gaya hai.”
“Bhola, you naughty boy… I have your cock in my mouth, stroking it with both hands, and you’re saying I look beautiful? How shy you are… but your cock has become a complete devil.”
 
Bhola smiled shyly, his voice low and full of awe.
 
“Bhabhi, sach maaniye… aap sach mein bahot sundar dikhti hain iss lund ko muh mein liye hue. Aapke jaisi koi nahi. Aapki lips… aapki aankhein… sab kuch itna perfect lag raha hai.”
“Bhabhi, believe me… you really look very beautiful with this cock in your mouth. There is no one like you. Your lips… your eyes… everything looks so perfect.”
 
Simran felt a fresh rush of heat between her legs. She looked away shyly for a second, then Bhola reached down, cupped her face gently, and pulled her up into a tight, hungry kiss. Their mouths crashed together again, tongues sliding deep, tasting each other. His massive cock, still rock-hard and slick with her spit, lunged forward and slapped heavily against her chin and neck while they kissed.
 
Simran moaned into his mouth, then broke the kiss, gasping.
 
“Bhola… aise hi chalta raha toh main mar jaungi… tumhara lund itna bada aur sakht hai ki meri saans hi nahi le paa rahi.”
“Bhola… if it continues like this I will die… your cock is so big and hard that I can’t even breathe.”
 
She gave his chest a small, playful push so he stood straight again.
 
“Khade raho wahan… main kuch karti hoon.”
“Stand there… I’ll do something.”
 
Bhola stood obediently, his enormous cock pointing straight at her face like a thick, dark weapon. Simran sat back on the edge of the bed, legs spread, completely topless, her heavy tits still leaking milk down her belly. She leaned forward, opened her mouth wide, and took the fat head back inside with a loud, satisfied “Ummmmhhh…”