Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

A fresh bead of precum formed at the tip. Simran immediately lashed her tongue out, licking it up with a hungry “Ummmmph…” and swallowing it down.
 
She was completely lost in worshipping his cock — licking, kissing, sucking the head, running her tongue everywhere, moaning softly with every taste.
 
“Ummmm… itna mota… itna garam… tera lund itna pyara hai Bhola… main isko choosna chahti hoon pura din… iske ras ko piyna chahti hoon…”
“Ummmm… so thick… so hot… your cock is so lovely Bhola… I want to suck it the whole day… I want to drink its juice…”
 
Bhola groaned above her, his hands gently resting on her head, watching his beautiful Bhabhi adore his monster cock with her mouth and tongue.
 
Simran kept going — long licks, wet kisses, occasional deep sucks on the head that made loud, filthy “slurp… mmmph… gluck…” sounds echo in the room. Her heavy tits swayed and jiggled with every movement of her head, nipples still hard and leaking.
 
She was in heaven, worshipping the thick, honey-sweet cock like it was her new favourite thing in the world.
 
And Bhola was letting her take her time, enjoying every second of his Bhabhi’s hungry, devoted mouth.
 
Simran was completely lost in worshipping Bhola’s massive cock.
 
She started from the bottom, pressing soft, wet kisses to his heavy balls with loud, affectionate mwah… mwah… mwah sounds. Her thick lips brushed against the sensitive skin as she kissed and licked them slowly. Then she dragged her warm tongue in long, slow strokes from the base of the thick shaft all the way up to the swollen head, tasting every inch of the veiny monster.
 
The cock was so huge that her entire face looked tiny in comparison. When she held it against her cheek, the dark, throbbing length completely covered half her pretty face. She looked like a unique apsara from heaven — a beautiful, married woman on her knees, eyes half-lidded with lust, worshipping a servant’s enormous lund with pure devotion.
 
Bhola looked down at her, voice thick with awe.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni sundar lag rahi ho… aise mera lund kiss karte hue… bahut pyari ho aap.”
“Bhabhi… you look so beautiful… kissing my cock like this… you are so cute.”
 
He reached down, cupped her face gently, and pulled her up into a deep, slow smooch. Their tongues met again, sliding wetly against each other. After the kiss, he let her go back down to continue worshipping his cock.
 
Simran smiled up at him and went back to work — kissing, licking, and sucking the head with soft slurp… mwah… ummm sounds.
 
Suddenly Bhola stopped her.
 
“Bhabhi… ek minute.”
“Bhabhi… one minute.”
 
He stepped back, his huge erect cock swaying heavily between his legs like a thick, dark pendulum, and walked to the kitchen. He returned a moment later holding his ringing mobile phone.
 
“Bhabhi… Sahib call kar rahe hain.”
“Bhabhi… Sahib is calling.”
 
Simran’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened in panic as she jumped up from the bed.
 
“Ravi?!”
 
Bhola quickly put a hand on her shoulder, his voice calm and reassuring.
 
“Chinta mat kijiye Bhabhi… shanti rakhiye… bas normal baat kar lijiye. Main yahin hoon.”
“Don’t worry Bhabhi… relax… just talk normally. I’m right here.”
 
Simran took the phone with trembling hands and answered the call, trying to sound normal.
 
“Hello… Ravi?”
 
Ravi’s voice came through.
 
“Simran, I’ve been calling for so long. Where were you?”
 
She forced a laugh, trying to keep her voice steady.
 
“Sorry… it’s raining heavily here and I couldn’t hear the phone.”
 
At that exact moment, Bhola knelt down in front of her. He leaned in and gave her right tit a soft, wet kiss right on the nipple. Simran jumped, her free hand flying up to cover the nipple.
 
“Bhola…!” she whispered sharply, covering the phone mic for a second.
 
Bhola was strong as a bull. He gently but firmly moved her hand away, looked up at her with soft eyes, and mouthed silently: “Please relax… it’s okay.”
 
Simran protested weakly with her eyes, but Bhola leaned in again and took her nipple into his mouth. He started sucking slowly at first, then deeper, pulling the sensitive bud with long, wet sucks.
 
Simran’s lips folded inward as she tried to suppress her moan while still talking to her husband.
“Nothing… the light just flickered for a second,” she said to Ravi, her voice slightly strained.
 
Bhola switched to the left nipple, sucking harder now, his tongue flicking rapidly against the stiff peak. Simran’s eyes met his. She shot him an angry look, but it was weak — her body was already betraying her.
 
Bhola held her gaze and sucked even harder, cheeks hollowing, making loud, wet slurping sounds against her breast. His right hand was behind her waist, holding her steady, while his left hand gently held the hand she was trying to use to push him away.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. She relaxed a little, letting Bhola continue sucking her tits while she spoke to Ravi on the phone.
 
“Yes… everything is fine here… Bhola made dinner… the rain is very heavy tonight…”
Bhola kept sucking, switching between both breasts, milking them gently while she tried to keep her voice normal. Every now and then a soft, muffled moan would escape her lips, which she quickly covered with a fake cough.
 
The contrast was incredibly erotic — Simran standing there topless, talking sweetly to her husband on the phone while her servant knelt in front of her, greedily sucking and drinking from her leaking tits like it was the most natural thing in the world.
 
Bhola looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes, still latched onto her left nipple, sucking slowly and deliberately as if he had all the time in the world.
 
Simran’s free hand rested on the back of his head, not pushing him away anymore, but holding him there as she continued her conversation with Ravi, her voice trembling just slightly.
 
Bhola kept sucking Simran’s heavy, milk-filled tits with shameless hunger while she tried to keep her voice steady on the phone with Ravi. Her magnificent breasts — the kind that would be the most prized possession in all of Chandigarh if anyone knew how full, soft, and milky they really were — were being devoured right under her husband’s nose.
 
Bhola’s mouth was latched tightly on her left nipple, sucking long and deep. Loud, wet slurping sounds filled the room as thick streams of warm milk jetted onto his tongue. He switched to the right one, sucking even harder, making her breast stretch forward into his greedy mouth.
 
Simran’s free hand rested on the back of his head, not pushing him away anymore. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke into the phone.