Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[kaninikamini]

“Haan Bhabhi, bilkul… aap meri Bhabhi ho. Lekin agar aapne khud ko dekha hota… mera lund muh mein lekar chuste hue, phir mera maal pi kar… aur jab wo maal aapke lips ke corners se leak kar raha tha… tab aap khud se hi pyaar kar baithti.” 
“Yes Bhabhi, exactly… you are my Bhabhi. But if you had seen yourself… taking my cock in your mouth and sucking it, then drinking my cum… and when that cum was leaking from the corners of your lips… you would have fallen in love with yourself.”
 
“Achcha main aisi lag rahi thi? Toh abhi phir se muh mein le lu? Ya abhi baal sukha lu pehle? Aur ye T shirt niche karlu main? Ya inhe dekhna aur chumna aur reh gaya hai? Pura din to tu inhe chusta rehta hai”
“Really I looked like that? So shall I take it in my mouth again now? Or should I dry my hair first? And should I pull this T-shirt down? Or do you still want to see and kiss them? You keep sucking them the whole day anyway.”
 
Bhola laughed softly, still drying her hair, but his hard cock was now fully tenting the pant right in front of her face.
 
“Aap jo chahe Bhabhi….”
 
He suddenly had one thought in his mind,
 
“Waise Bhabhi…ek baat bataiye. Ye maal peene se aapko koi pareshani to nehi hui? Kya ise peena thik hai?”
“By the way Bhabhi… tell me one thing. Did you face any problem by drinking this maal? Is it okay to drink it?”
 
Simran said after a few second, “Ye peene mein koi pareshani nehi…sahi bolu to ye bahot protein se bhara hota hai…isse koi nuksaan nehi. Par tujhe ye pata hai ki ise maal bolte hai, lekin ye nehi pata ki ise peeya bhi jata hai?”
“There is no problem in drinking it… to tell the truth it is full of protein… there is no harm in it. But you know that it is called maal, yet you didn’t know that it can also be drunk?”
 
“Bhabhi… main toh sirf itna jaanta tha ki maal kehte hain isko. Jab main Sheetal ko gaon mein saand se maa banwane le gaya tha, tab log bol rahe the ki jitna zyada maal bull chhorega, utna achcha bachchca paida hoga. Lekin Bhabhi, Sheetal ko toh kabhi maal peene ka mauka hi nahi mila.”
“Bhabhi… I only knew that it is called maal. When I took Sheetal to the village to get her pregnant by the bull, people were saying that the more maal the bull releases, the better the offspring will be born. But Bhabhi, Sheetal never got the chance to drink maal.”
 
Simran let out a shocked little laugh, her face burning red.
 
“Oh… toh tu ab mera saand ban gaya hai aur main Sheetal?”
“Oh… so now you have become my bull and I Sheetal?”
 
“Nahi nahi Bhabhi, main toh mazak kar raha tha. Agar aapko mera maal accha lagta hai aur healthy bhi hai, toh main aapke liye bahut saara maal banaunga… roz, jitna aap chaaho. Aap chinta mat karo, aap kabhi bhi ise chus sakti ho…haa thora time lagta zaroor hai, lekin  subah aap pura pee nehi payi. Lekin Dheere Dheere aapko aadat par jayegi Bhabhi. Jaise aap mujhe apna doodh pilati ho, waise hi main aapko apna maal pilata rahunga.”
“No no Bhabhi, I was just joking. If you like my maal and it is healthy too, then I will make lots of maal for you… every day, as much as you want. Don’t worry, you can suck it anytime… yes it does take some time, but in the morning you couldn’t drink it all. But slowly slowly you will get used to it Bhabhi. Just like you feed me your milk, I will keep feeding you my maal.”
 
“Bhola…ab bus kar. Tujhe aur zyada kuch bhi banaeki zarurat nehi. Jitna hai wohi nehi ho rha hai mujhse manage. Aur tu chahta ki main ye chusta rahu?”
“Bhola… now stop. You don’t need to make it any more. I’m already not able to manage what you are producing. And you want me to keep sucking it?”
 
Bhola said, “Bhabhi, aap tension mat lo, aapko dekho main kaise ise chuswata hun. Aapko pasand ayega.”
“Bhabhi, don’t take tension, look how I make it suck. You will like it.”
 
“Bhola… chup karo! Tu jaanta hai na kitna maal nikaalta hai tu? Itna zyada hota hai ki main pi nahi paati… bahut zyada hai. Aur ye tera ye rakshas jaisa lund… dekho phir se khada hone laga hai. Abhi main ise muh mein nahi le sakti… itna bada aur mota hai ki isko thanda karne mein bahut time lagta hai.”
“Bhola… shut up! You know how much maal you release, right? It’s so much that I can’t drink it… it’s too much. And this monster-like cock of yours… look, it’s getting hard again. I can’t take it in my mouth right now… it’s so big and thick that it takes a lot of time to cool it down.”
 
Simran’s eyes suddenly dropped lower and noticed Bhola was still wearing his pants. A naughty smile played on her lips as she looked up at him.
 
“Chinta mat karo Bhabhi… ise aise hi khada rehne do. Mujhe zyada sensation nahi hoti… jab subah aapne ise muh mein liya tha aur apni moti geeli hoton se ise chum rahi thi … tab mujhe kafi feel ho raha tha.”
“Don’t worry Bhabhi… let it stay hard like this. I don’t feel much sensation… when in the morning you took it in your mouth and were kissing it with your thick wet lips… then I was feeling quite a lot.”
 
Simran thought its impossible to make him stop with his filthy description of her sucking his huge cock. But all this talk was making her extremely horny.
 
Simran said, “Bhola… ab ye itna mota aur lamba ho gaya hai, tune pants kyun pehne hua hai? Isse dikkat nehi ho raha hai?”
“Bhola… now that it has become so thick and long, why have you worn pants? Isn’t it causing you any problem?”, she asked, her voice soft but teasing.
 
While he was still gently drying her damp hair with the towel, Simran didn’t wait for an answer. She reached forward with both hands, quickly unclasped his pants, pulled the zipper down, and let them drop straight to the floor in one smooth motion.
 
Bhola’s huge, heavy cock sprang free and dangled thickly between his strong thighs. Even though it wasn’t fully erect yet, it was already impressively thick and long — heavy like a fat cucumber, swinging lazily with a slight bounce, the smooth skin stretched tight over its impressive girth.
 
Simran stared openly at the thick, meaty shaft hanging right in front of her face, her cheeks flushing again.
 
Simran stared openly at the thick, meaty shaft hanging heavily between Bhola’s strong thighs, just inches from her face. Unable to resist, she reached forward with both hands and gently wrapped her fingers around the warm, soft length of his cock. The moment she touched it, she felt it was strangely alive — heavy and thick like a warm, sleeping python, pulsing faintly with his heartbeat against her palm. Even though it wasn’t fully hard yet, it twitched and thickened slightly in her grip, the smooth skin stretching as blood slowly rushed into it, making the thick veins stand out one by one. It felt so full, so warm and alive, almost like it had a mind of its own — gently throbbing and growing heavier in her hands with every passing second, the fat head swaying lazily as it responded to her touch. Simran’s breath hitched; she could literally feel the life pulsing inside it, as if the cock itself was breathing and waking up just for her.
 
She looked straight at Bhola with a naughty, teasing smile.
 
“Jo ladki tujhse shaadi karegi na Bhola… wo bahut lucky bhi hogi aur bahut unlucky bhi.”
“The girl who marries you, Bhola… she will be very lucky as well as very unlucky.”
 
Bhola’s eyes were glued to her swinging tits. His cock was already thickening again under the loose T-shirt, the heavy outline starting to push the fabric forward.
 
“Wo kyon, Bhabhi?”
“Why, Bhabhi?”, he asked, voice low and curious.
 
Simran laughed softly, still drying her hair, making her breasts bounce even more.
 
“Baad mein bataungi.”
“I’ll tell you later.”
 
Bhola stepped closer, his pants now piled up at his ankles and his T shirt half covering his monster of a dick.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… abhi boliye na. Itna curious mat karo mujhe.”
“No Bhabhi… tell me now na. Don’t make me so curious.”
 
Simran gave him a playful wink, stood up, and tried to slip past him toward the stairs.
 
“Main nahi bol rahi abhi… tu wait kar.”
“I’m not telling now… you wait.”
 
She turned and started walking downstairs quickly, her ass cheeks peeking out from under the short hem of the T-shirt with every step.

Bhola has to mount her like a bull and knock her up in front of her hubby