Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body. The moment the spray hit her sensitive skin, she leaned back against the tiled wall, spread her legs, and slid two fingers straight into her soaked, aching pussy.
 
She started fingering herself slowly at first, then faster, replaying every filthy second in her mind like a private porn movie.
 
Bhola’s huge dick slapping against my face… the way it stretched my lips so wide… the thick, salty taste of his cum flooding my mouth… how much he shot… how it overflowed and ran down my chin onto my tits… the way he fucked my mouth while squeezing my leaking boobs… the way he looked at me while I sucked him… the way his heavy balls felt in my hand…
 
Her fingers moved faster, curling inside her dripping cunt, thumb rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… tera lund… itna bada… itna mota…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… your cock… so big… so thick…”, she moaned under the shower, voice echoing off the tiles.
 
She remembered the way his cock had jerked and swelled in her mouth right before he came, the way he had groaned her name, the way she had swallowed as much as she could while the rest spilled out like a creamy river.
 
Her legs started shaking.
 
She came again — a smaller but still intense orgasm that made her knees buckle and her pussy clench hard around her fingers.
 
She stayed under the shower for a long time, water running over her body, replaying those dirty scenes again and again, already wondering how soon she could get that monster back in her mouth… or maybe somewhere even deeper.
 
She stayed under the shower for a long time, water running over her body, replaying those dirty scenes again and again, already wondering how soon she could get that monster back in her mouth… or maybe somewhere even deeper.
 
The warm spray beat down on her skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire inside her. Simran slowly slid down the tiled wall until she was sitting naked on the shower floor, legs spread wide, water cascading over her heavy breasts, her soft belly, and between her thick thighs. Droplets ran in rivulets down her flushed skin, mixing with the thin trails of milk still leaking from her dark, swollen nipples. Her pussy was still throbbing, the puffy lips glistening under the water, her clit peeking out, hypersensitive and aching.
 
She stared at the tiled wall, breathing hard, and suddenly the trance broke.
Reality slammed into her like cold air.
What the fuck just happened?
Her hands trembled as she hugged her knees to her chest, water pouring over her back. The taste of Bhola’s thick cum was still heavy on her tongue — salty, creamy, slightly bitter, coating her throat like warm glue. She could still feel the way his massive cock had stretched her mouth so wide, the fat head bumping the back of her throat, making her gag and choke while she still sucked harder, desperate for more.
 
Is this real? Did I actually do that? I sucked my servant’s cock… I let him fuck my mouth… I swallowed every drop of his cum like a hungry whore… and I loved it.
 
Goosebumps exploded across her wet skin. The memory made her shiver violently. She could still see it so clearly — that enormous, dark, veiny monster, thicker than her wrist, the heavy balls swinging below it, the way it had pulsed and swelled in her mouth right before he exploded. The way his hot, thick ropes of cum had blasted against her tongue, flooding her mouth so fast she couldn’t swallow everything and it spilled out the corners of her lips, running down her chin onto her tits.
 
God… it was so fucking big. So heavy. So hard. I could barely get the head in my mouth and still I wanted more. I wanted to choke on it. I wanted him to hold my head and fuck my throat until I cried. I wanted to feel those big balls slapping against my chin while he emptied them down my throat.
 
Her pussy clenched hard at the thought. A fresh gush of slick mixed with the shower water and leaked out of her. She pressed her thighs together, trying to stop the ache, but it only made it worse.
 
Something changed inside me the moment I drank his cum. It’s like… like a switch flipped. Before today I was just letting him suck my tits because I needed relief. Now I’m craving his cock like a drug. I want it in my mouth again. I want to taste that thick, salty cum straight from the source. I want to feel it stretching my lips, filling my throat, making me gag while I still beg for more. I want to look up at him with my eyes watering and my mouth stuffed full and see how much he loves using his married Bhabhi’s face like a fucktoy.
 
She hugged her knees tighter, water streaming down her face, mixing with the tears of confusion and overwhelming lust in her eyes.
 
This is wrong. So fucking wrong. He’s my servant. I have a husband sleeping upstairs every night. And yet… I can’t stop thinking about that monster cock. How it felt in my hands. How it tasted. How much cum he shot — more than Ravi has ever given me in his life. I want it again. I want it deeper. I want it in my pussy next time. I want to feel it splitting me open, stretching my cunt until I scream.
 
Her hand unconsciously slid down between her legs. Two fingers slipped easily into her soaked pussy, curling inside as she replayed the moment his cock had jerked and swelled in her mouth, the way he had groaned while pumping load after heavy load down her throat.
 
She moaned softly under the running water, eyes closed, lost in the filthiest thoughts she had ever allowed herself.