Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran gasped in shock.
 
“Bhola! Aisi gandi baatein mat karo… bahut besharam ho gaya hai tu! Mujhe neeche utaar do abhi!”
“Bhola! Don’t talk such dirty things… you have become very shameless! Put me down right now!”
 
Bhola ignored her completely and kept staring at her reflection, his palm still kneading her soft flesh.
 
“Bhabhi… aapki ye heart-shaped gaand itni perfect hai… bilkul gol-gol, moti aur soft jaise makhan. Dono cheeks itne juicy hain ki jab aap tangen hila rahi ho toh ek dusre se takra rahi hain aur zor-zor se hil rahi hain. Aur ye chhoti si white panty… bas thodi si dikh rahi hai, baaki sab toh andar fas gayi hai.”
“Bhabhi… this heart-shaped ass of yours is so perfect… completely round, thick and soft like butter. Both cheeks are so juicy that when you are moving your legs they are colliding with each other and jiggling hard. And this small white panty… only a little bit is visible, the rest is stuck inside.”
 
Simran panicked and immediately reached back with both hands, desperately trying to cover her fully exposed ass. She frantically pulled at the bunched-up T-shirt, trying to yank it down over her plump cheeks while still hanging upside down on his shoulder.
 
“Bhola! Bas karo… mujhe neeche utaar do! Bahut sharam aa rahi hai… please chhod do mujhe!”
“Bhola! Stop it… put me down! I’m feeling very shy… please leave me!”, she begged, squirming even harder, her fingers tugging uselessly at the T-shirt that refused to cover her completely exposed, jiggling ass.
 
Bhola squeezed her ass harder, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft, jiggly flesh.
 
“Bhabhi… ab main tabhi utaarunga jab aap mujhe bataogi,” he growled, walking in the room with her ass bouncing in his hand. “Warana aise hi shoulder pe leke ghumta rahunga pura din.”
“Bhabhi… I’ll put you down only when you tell me,” he growled, walking in the room with her ass bouncing in his hand. “Otherwise I’ll keep carrying you on my shoulder the whole day like this.”
 
Simran squealed and kicked her legs, her ass jiggling wildly in his strong grip.
 
Simran struggled harder, her ass bouncing in his grip, the panty wedged even deeper between her cheeks, rubbing against her swollen clit.
 
“Okay… okay… main batati hun! Aise nehi… neeche utaar pehle!”
“Okay… okay… I’ll tell you! Not like this… put me down first!”
 
Bhola grinned and slowly lowered her, but his hands stayed glued to her ass the whole way down. As her feet touched the floor, his fingers were still buried deep in her soft ass cheeks, almost lifting her up again by her ass alone. The sensation of her warm, pillowy flesh overflowing his palms made his massive cock throb hard against her knees.
 
Finally he let her go. Simran quickly pulled down her T-shirt to cover her crotch, cheeks flushed red, breathing fast.
 
“Bhola tum bahut shaitaan ho aaj… aur dekho ise,” she said, pointing straight at the huge bulge tenting his T-shirt. “Ye phir se taiyaar ho gaya hai… kitna mota aur sakht hai.”
“Bhola, you are very naughty today… and look at this,” she said, pointing straight at the huge bulge tenting his T-shirt. “It has become ready again… how thick and hard it is.”
 
She reached out and flicked the thick head lightly from below. The heavy cock swung like a thick spring, bobbing heavily before settling back, even harder than before.
 
Bhola groaned softly.
 
She looked at his massive, rock-hard cock tenting his T-shirt and reached out, wrapping her small hand around the thick shaft through the fabric.
 
“Sun le… koi bhi ladki jo tumse shaadi karegi… wo lucky hogi kyunki ye lund usko roz raat ko itna mazaa dega ki wo pagal ho jayegi… aur unlucky hogi kyunki ye itna bada aur mota hai ki pehli baar mein hi uski pussy phat jayegi.”
“Listen… any girl who marries you… she will be lucky because this cock will give her so much pleasure every night that she will go crazy… and she will be unlucky because it is so big and thick that in the very first time her pussy will tear.”
 
She flicked the fat head again, making the heavy cock swing.
 
“Pussy? Bhabhi?”
 
She pointed out to her panty and gestured.
 
He still looked confused. Then said ohh “Choot?”.
 
Simran made a face and said, “Haan choot phat jayegi.”
“Yes, her pussy will tear.”
 
“Samajh aaya? Ye mera haath se bhi bara hai… aur mota bhi. Ghore jaisa lund hai tera… insaan ki “choot” ke liye toh yeh bahut badi baat hai.”
“Understood? This is bigger than my hand too… and thicker as well. Your cock is like a horse’s… for a human “pussy” this is a very big thing.”
 
Bhola’s eyes widened, but his cock twitched hard in her hand.
 
“Bhabhi… toh phir? Isse kya problem hai?”
“Bhabhi… then? What’s the problem with that?”
 
Simran looked up at him, voice dropping to a filthy whisper as she slowly unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside like a magician pulling out a hidden treasure.
 
She wrapped her fingers around the thick, burning shaft and pulled his monster cock out into the open air.
 
The huge, dark lund sprang free, heavy and throbbing, the fat purple head already leaking fresh precum.
 
She leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss right on the sensitive tip, her tongue flicking out to taste the thick drop of precum.
 
“Don’t worry Bhola… main dhyaan rakhti hun iska,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Abhi pant pehen lo… dopahar ko dekhti hun main isko… tab tak control mein rakhna.”
“Don’t worry Bhola… I’ll take care of it,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Wear your pants now… I’ll look at it in the afternoon… keep it under control till then.”
 
Bhola groaned at the kiss, his cock jerking in her hand.
 
She gave the fat head one last slow lick, slurping the fresh precum like it was honey, then tucked the massive lund back inside his pants with a naughty smile.
 
Bhola bent down, cupped her face gently and kissed her deeply on the lips again, tongues sliding together for a long, filthy second.
 
When he pulled back, he whispered against her mouth:
 
“Thank you Bhabhi… sab kuch ke liye.”
“Thank you Bhabhi… for everything.”
 
Simran smiled, still tasting him on her lips, her pussy throbbing with fresh heat.
 
The morning had turned dangerously filthy… and Simran somehow escaped a sure fuck.
 
Simran stayed in her bedroom while Bhola went downstairs. His dick was definitely hard but the constant friction with Simran did release a bit of precum and with Bhola’s percentage, that little bit was actually quite a bit to leave a big mark on his pants.
 
Simran just fell back on the bed with one leg folded on bed. She was not able to think. Her pussy was wet and unless you are blind you could easily see her nipples poking like tents from her T shirt and her panty had half of it wet. She knew things were not what she expected to be, but she was excited like any normal person would have been in her place. Bhola’s dick was massive. Its presence was mesmerising. And reproductive organs release scent and that scent can intoxicate a person beyond limit. Bhola’s dick was a monster. It was not even in Bhola’s control and had a mind of its own. It wanted to explore the forbidden, but it was probably not the time and hence it allowed Simran to wait some more. Simran was a queen of her own. Her pussy is not less a rare rose flower, a pink one that had furls in ways which could hypnotise a man easily. Her boobs and her navel were two more lethal weapons, which Bhola was yet to be attacked by. Just because Bhola has been suckling her does not mean Simran has laid her web of traps. She will.