Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola’s eyes widened. He turned, stepped out of his pants and immediately ran after her.
 
“Bhabhi… rukiye!”
 
He caught her just as she reached the ground floor. From behind, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, lifting her clean off the floor. His big hands grabbed just below her heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh as he hoisted her up. The long T-shirt rode all the way up to her waist in one motion, completely exposing her tiny white panty. The thin fabric was stretched tight over her plump pussy lips, the wet spot clearly visible, clinging to every swollen fold.
 
Simran gasped and kicked her legs lightly in the air.
 
“Bhola… chhoro mujhe!”
“Bhola… leave me!”
 
He turned her around in his arms so she was facing him, her feet still off the ground, her panty-clad pussy pressed against his now fully hard cock.
 
“Bhabhi boliye na… lucky aur unlucky kyon?”
“Bhabhi, tell me na… why lucky and unlucky?”
 
Simran struggled playfully in his grip, but every twist and squirm only rubbed her soft belly and panty-covered pussy harder against his massive, throbbing lund. The thick shaft was burning hot against her skin, leaking fresh precum that smeared across her lower belly.
 
“Pehle mujhe chhoro… phir bataungi!”
“First leave me… then I’ll tell!”, she laughed breathlessly, her voice turning husky.
 
Bhola grinned and lifted her even higher. He adjusted his grip so both his large hands cupped her plump ass cheeks completely, fingers sinking deep into the soft, warm flesh. He held her up like she weighed nothing, her legs dangling on either side of his hips, her panty now wedged between her ass cheeks from his strong grip.
 
“Ab batao Bhabhi… warna main aise hi uthaye rakhta hoon.”
“Now tell me Bhabhi… otherwise I’ll keep holding you like this.”
 
Simran’s cheeks were flushed red. She could feel his rock-hard monster cock pressing right against her soaked panty, the thick head nudging her swollen clit through the thin fabric.
 
“Okay… okay… batati hun,” she panted, still squirming in his hands, making her ass jiggle in his palms.
 
Bhola finally lowered her back to the floor with a satisfied smile.
 
The moment her feet touched the ground, Simran turned and bolted upstairs again, laughing.
 
Bhola chased right after her.
 
Halfway up the stairs he caught her again. In one swift motion he turned her around, bent down, and threw her over his right shoulder in a perfect fireman’s lift. Her upper body hung down his back while her lower body was high in the air. The T-shirt rode all the way up, completely exposing her heart-shaped ass and the tiny white panty that was now wedged deep between her cheeks. Her legs kicked wildly in the air, thighs flexing, ass jiggling with every movement.
 
“Bhola… neeche utaar mujhe… aaahhh!”
“Bhola… put me down… aaahhh!”, she squealed, laughing and struggling.
 
Bhola’s left hand came up and gripped her entire bare ass firmly — fingers spread wide, palm covering both cheeks, thumb dangerously close to the wet crotch of her panty. He started climbing the stairs steadily, carrying her like a prize.
 
“Bhabhi… ab main tabhi utaarunga jab aap mujhe bataogi,” he said, voice thick with lust as he squeezed her soft ass cheek possessively. “Warana aise hi kandhe pe leke ghumta rahunga pura din.”
“Bhabhi… I’ll put you down only when you tell me,” he said, voice thick with lust as he squeezed her soft ass cheek possessively. “Otherwise I’ll keep carrying you on my shoulder the whole day like this.”
 
Simran’s wet hair hung down, her heavy breasts pressed against his back, and her exposed ass bounced with every step he took up the stairs. The thin panty was soaked through, the wet spot now clearly visible from behind as her pussy lips pushed against the fabric.
 
She kept kicking her legs playfully, but every kick only made her ass jiggle more in his strong hand.
 
“Bhola… tu bahut badmash ho gaya hai aaj… mujhe aise pakad ke utha liya… aur tera lund bhi kitna sakht ho gaya hai… mujhe feel ho raha hai.”
“Bhola… you have become very naughty today… you picked me up like this… and your cock has also become so hard… I can feel it.”
 
Bhola just laughed softly and kept climbing, his grip on her plump ass never loosening, carrying his beautiful, half-naked Bhabhi straight back to the bedroom like she belonged to him.
 
The teasing had turned into something much hotter… and neither of them wanted it to stop.
 
Simran looked like the ripest, juiciest fruit ready for harvesting — soft, heavy, dripping with sweetness and begging to be plucked, squeezed and devoured.
 
Bhola had her thrown over his right shoulder in a scandalous fireman’s lift, her upper body hanging down his back while her plump, heart-shaped ass was completely exposed and high in the air. The long white T-shirt had ridden all the way up to her waist, bunched uselessly around her hips. Her tiny white panty was wedged deep between her soft ass cheeks, the thin lace stretched tight over her swollen pussy lips, the dark wet spot clearly visible and growing bigger. Her thick, milky-white thighs were spread slightly, legs kicking playfully in the air as she squirmed. Every kick made her ass jiggle deliciously in Bhola’s strong hand. His left palm was sunk deep into the soft flesh of both cheeks, fingers spread wide, gripping and kneading her plump ass like warm dough. The heat of her skin and the faint scent of her dripping pussy were driving him insane.
 
Bhola stood proudly in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the view with a shameless grin.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho,”
“Bhabhi… you are looking very beautiful,” he said softly, his voice thick with lust.
 
Simran struggled on his shoulder, throwing her legs wildly in the air, her ass bouncing with every movement.
 
“Bhola…tu phir se shuru ho gaya….choro mujhe…utaar na…”
“Bhola… you have started again…. leave me… put me down…”
 
“Bhabhi sach mein…aap bahot sundar dikh rahi ho…aisa maine aapko pehle nehi dekha….”
“Bhabhi, really… you are looking very beautiful… I have never seen you like this before….”
 
“Tujhe kaise pata? Main toh tere kandhe par latki hui hoon!”
“How do you know? I am hanging on your shoulder!”, she protested, half laughing, half embarrassed.
 
Bhola chuckled, his strong hand squeezing her plump cheek harder.
“Aapki yeh…”
“Your this…”
 
Simran paused, confused.
“Yeh kya?”
“What this?”
 
Bhola leaned closer to the mirror, his voice dropping to a low, filthy whisper.
“Aapki gaand…Bhabhi”
“Your Ass…Bhabhi”
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
“Kya?”
“What?”
 
“Gaand Bhabhi,” he repeated clearly, almost proudly.