Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhabhi… aapne jo ras piya na… wo mera pehla tha. Aapne itna pyar se piya ki main soch bhi nahi sakta. Aapki jeebh jab tip pe ghum rahi thi na… bahut current ja raha tha mere lund mein.”
“Bhabhi… the juice you drank… that was my first time. You drank it with so much love that I can’t even think. When your tongue was circling the tip… there was so much current going in my cock.”
 
Simran laughed softly, her hands now resting on his thighs.
 
“Current? Toh abhi bhi current chal raha hai kya? Dekh tera lund phir se khada ho gaya hai… aur main abhi baal sukha rahi hoon.”
“Current? So is the current still running? Look, your cock has gotten hard again… and I’m still drying my hair.”
 
Bhola grinned wider, still gently rubbing the towel through Simran’s damp hair as he stood right in front of her.
 
“Bhabhi… ismein aap hi ki galti hai,”
“Bhabhi… in this, it’s your fault only,” he smiled, eyes locked on her chest.
 
“Meri galti?... meri galti hai?”
“My fault?... it’s my fault?”, Simran asked, pretending to be surprised while her hard nipples poked even more obviously through the thin loose T-shirt.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… aap itni sundar jo ho,”
“Yes Bhabhi… because you are so beautiful,” Bhola replied, his voice turning low and hungry.
 
“Achcha?” Simran smiled, glancing down at the massive throbbing bulge in his pants.
Bhola kept drying her hair for a moment longer, but his gaze never left her breasts. Suddenly he dropped the towel completely, reached down with both hands, and slowly lifted her loose white T-shirt all the way up to her neck, fully exposing her big, heavy, mango-shaped breasts that bounced freely in the air.
 
“Bhabhi… dekhiye na,”
“Bhabhi… look na,” he whispered shamelessly, staring at her naked tits with pure lust.
 
“Aapki chuchiyan itni badi, itni bhari aur doodh se full hain… bilkul hamare gaon wali Sheetal jaise. Wo bhi sabse zyada doodh deti hai, lekin aapki toh usse bhi zyada doodh nikal sakti hai. Main roz teen baar aapka pura ka pura doodh pi jaata hoon… subah, dopahar aur raat… ek boond bhi andar nahi chhodta.”
“Your boobs are so big, so heavy and full of milk… exactly like Sheetal from our village. She also gives the most milk, but yours can give even more than her. I drink all your milk three times a day… morning, afternoon and night… I don’t leave even a single drop inside.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock and deep shame. Her cheeks burned bright red as she tried to pull her T-shirt back down, but Bhola held it firmly up.
“Bhola! Chup karo… kitni gandi baatein kar rahe ho! Sheetal se comparison? Main ek gaye se apni chuchiyon ka comparison? Sharam nahi aati tumhe?”
“Bhola! Shut up… what dirty things you are saying! Comparison with Sheetal? Comparing my boobs with a cow? Don’t you feel any shame?” she hissed, voice full of embarrassment, yet her nipples were now rock-hard and visibly throbbing.
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He leaned down and planted a slow, wet kiss directly on her left nipple, then on the right one, sucking each one lightly between the kisses like he was tasting fresh cream.
 
“Sharam kyun Bhabhi?” he murmured against her skin, lips brushing her sensitive nipples. “Sheetal se sirf doodh ki baat kar raha hoon… wo bhi roz itna doodh deti hai, lekin aapki chuchiyan toh usse bhi zyada doodh bhari hain. Main aapko roz massage karunga… dheere-dheere dabunga, gol-gol ghumaaunga, upar se neeche tak malunga taaki aapki chuchiyan hamesha firm, soft aur doodh se bhari-bhari bani rahein. Massage ke baad chusunga bhi… pyar se, zor-zor se… taaki saara doodh nikal jaaye aur aapko mazaa bhi aaye.”
“Why shame, Bhabhi?” he murmured against her skin, lips brushing her sensitive nipples. “I was only talking about milk with Sheetal… she also gives so much milk every day, but your boobs are filled with even more milk than hers. I will massage you every day… press slowly, circle them round and round, rub from top to bottom so that your boobs always stay firm, soft and full of milk. After the massage I will also suck… lovingly, hard… so that all the milk comes out and you also enjoy.”
 
Simran’s breathing became fast and shaky. She was deeply ashamed of being compared to a cow, yet the filthy words and his warm mouth on her nipples made her thighs press together. Suddenly she grabbed his face with both hands, pulled him up, and gave him a small, quick but hungry kiss right on his lips, tasting herself on him.
 
“Bas… ab chup ho jao Bhola… bahut sharam aa rahi hai mujhe,”
“Enough… now be quiet Bhola… I’m feeling very shy,” she whispered against his mouth, half-scolding, half-turned on.
 
“Haan Bhabhi… aapke saamne baith kar, aapki chuchiyan dekh kar… ye khud ba khud khada ho jata hai. Aap bahut khatarnak ho aaj.”
“Yes Bhabhi… sitting in front of you, seeing your boobs… it gets hard on its own. You are very dangerous today.”
 
Simran’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.
 
“Khatarnak? Main? Ye khatarnak hai”,
“Dangerous? Me? This is dangerous”, looking at his crotch
 
Simran suddenly looked away, her cheeks burning with fresh embarrassment as she stared at the massive throbbing bulge in Bhola’s pants. 
 
“Bas Bhola… aisi bolna band karo. Mujhe bahut sharam aa rahi hai… aur dekho, tumhara ye lund phir se jagne laga hai.” 
“Enough Bhola… stop talking like this. I’m feeling very shy… and look, your this cock has started waking up again.”
 
Bhola grinned shamelessly, his thick cock twitching visibly inside his pants. 
 
“Bhabhi… ye mere control mein nahi hai, jaise maine pehle bhi kaha tha.” 
“Bhabhi… this is not in my control, as I told you earlier.”
 
Simran let out a tired yet teasing sigh, her eyes still fixed on his enormous erection. 
 
“Haan haan, pata hai mujhe… lekin ye itna bada, itna mota hai… bilkul meri kalai jitna. Kya khilate ho tum isko? Kitna bhooka hai ye?” 
“Yes yes, I know… but it is so big, so thick… exactly the size of my wrist. What do you feed it? How hungry it is?”
 
Bhola smiled innocently, shrugging his shoulders. 
 
“Pata nahi Bhabhi…”
 
Simran bit her lip, still staring at the huge outline of his cock. 
 
“Aur ye itna saara juice nikaalta hai ki main itna nahi pi sakti… bahut zyada hota hai. Mera muh bhar jaata hai phir bhi bahar tapakne lagta hai.” 
“And it releases so much juice that I can’t drink all of it… it’s too much. My mouth gets full and still it starts dripping out.”
 
Bhola suddenly burst out laughing and said, “juice?” 
 
Simran patted his thigh playfully but firmly. 
 
“Kya has rahe ho? Batao na… tum ise kya kehte ho?” 
“Why are you laughing? Tell me na… what do you call it?”
 
Bhola leaned in closer, his voice low and filthy. 
 
“Isse maal kehte hain Bhabhi… lekin sach bataun? Jab aap mera lund muh mein leke chus rahi thi… aankhein band karke itne gehre muh chala rahi thi… tab aap bilkul swarg ki apsara lag rahi thi.” 
“We call it ‘maal’ Bhabhi… but shall I tell the truth? When you were taking my cock in your mouth and sucking it… eyes closed, taking it so deep… you looked exactly like an apsara from heaven.”
 
Simran’s face turned deep red with shame. She slapped his thigh hard. 
 
“Chup karo! Aisi baatein mat karo… ye bahut gandi baat hai. Main tumhari Bhabhi hoon!” 
“Shut up! Don’t talk like this… this is very dirty talk. I am your Bhabhi!”
 
Bhola didn’t flinch. He just smiled wider, eyes full of lust.