Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

But Simran didn’t stop. She kept licking and kissing the massive lund, cleaning it thoroughly with her tongue, moaning softly as she did.
 
“Ummmm… tera maal itna thick aur tasty hai… main aur pi sakti hoon isko…”
 
Finally, Bhola gently pulled his cock out of her reach. It came out of her mouth with a final, wet pop, still heavy and glistening with her spit and the last traces of cum.
 
Simran sat back on the bed, breathing hard, face and tits messy with his cum, a satisfied but still hungry look in her eyes.
 
Simran stayed on her knees for a long moment after Bhola pulled his cock out of her mouth. She couldn’t bring herself to look up into his eyes. Her face was flushed deep red, lips swollen and shiny with spit and cum, chin and tits still messy with the thick white evidence of what she had just done. She was too horny, too overwhelmed, too ashamed of how much she had loved it.
 
The way his heavy cock still hung there — thick, dark, and semi-hard even after emptying such a massive load — made her pussy throb with fresh need. It looked like it could fuck her for hours. In that moment she felt like she could become his fucktoy, drop everything and let him use her whenever he wanted. But that thought scared her. She wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
 
She stood up on shaky legs without saying a word, avoiding his gaze completely. Cum still dripped slowly from her chin onto her breasts. She turned and started walking back toward her bedroom, barefoot and topless, the taste of his cum still heavy on her tongue.
 
On the way, she passed the kitchen and saw her discarded T-shirt lying on the floor. She stopped, smiled bitterly at herself, and let out a deep, shaky sigh.
 
What am I becoming? she thought.
 
She bent down, picked up the T-shirt, and slipped it over her head. The fabric clung to her sticky, cum-and-milk-covered skin. She climbed the stairs slowly, feeling the mess between her thighs and on her chest with every step.
 
Once in her bedroom, she went straight to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. The reflection shocked her in the most erotic way. Her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, lips puffy. There were visible streaks of thick white cum on her right cheek and a few drops on her chin. Her tits were red from sucking and marked with faint bite marks, nipples still stiff and leaking.
 
She stared at herself for a few seconds, then used her finger to scoop the cum from her cheek. She brought it to her mouth and licked it clean with a soft, guilty “Ummmm…” sound, tasting him again.
 
She washed her face thoroughly, trying to look normal, then went out to the balcony.
The rain had finally stopped. It was around 7 PM, and the air felt cool and fresh after the downpour. The city lights were starting to glow in the distance.
 
Suddenly her phone rang. It was Preeti.
 
Simran’s face lit up with genuine happiness. She answered immediately, her voice warm and relieved.
 
“Preeti! Oh my god, I’m so happy you called.”
 
Preeti laughed on the other end, sounding equally excited.
 
“Simran! I missed your voice so much. How are you, baby? I’m actually nearby right now — just finished some work in Sector 17. Are you free? Can I come over for a bit? I really want to see you.”
 
Simran didn’t even hesitate.
 
“Of course! Come right now. I’m home alone — Ravi is in Bangalore for work. Please come, I’ll be waiting. I’ve missed you too.”
 
Preeti sounded genuinely happy.
 
“Really? Perfect! I’ll be there in 20-25 minutes. Don’t cook anything, I’ll bring some snacks. We need to talk properly. I have so much to tell you… and I want to hear everything from you too.”
 
Simran smiled, leaning against the balcony railing, the cool evening breeze brushing against her skin.
 
“Yes, come fast. I’ll be waiting. Drive safe, okay?”
 
They exchanged a few more light words before hanging up. Simran stood there for a moment, phone in hand, feeling a strange mix of relief and excitement. Talking to Preeti felt like a safe anchor in the middle of the storm she had created with Bhola.
 
But even as she smiled, her body still hummed with the memory of Bhola’s thick cock in her mouth and the taste of his cum on her tongue.
 
After the call with Preeti, Simran quickly changed into something more comfortable yet dangerously sexy. She slipped into a pair of soft, light-grey pajama shorts that clung lovingly to her thick, creamy thighs and ended high enough to show the full, smooth expanse of her legs. The shorts hugged her shapely ass perfectly, the soft fabric stretching over the full, round globes and riding up just enough to tease the lower curve whenever she moved. On top she wore a loose, pale-pink button-up shirt, left with the top three buttons open, revealing a deep, inviting valley of cleavage. Her heavy breasts strained gently against the thin material, the dark outline of her still-sensitive nipples faintly visible. Her silky burgundy-coloured hair fell in loose, glossy waves down her back and over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face — high cheekbones, full lips, and large expressive eyes that now held a mix of lingering lust and shy excitement.
She looked delicious. Not just sexy, but mouth-wateringly tempting — the kind of woman whose body made people forget how to speak.
 
The doorbell rang shortly after. Simran’s face lit up with genuine happiness as she opened the door. Preeti stood there, looking elegant and radiant. The two friends immediately pulled each other into a tight, warm hug, laughing softly.
 
“Preeti! Come in, come in,” Simran said warmly, stepping aside and closing the door behind her. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
 
Bhola appeared almost instantly from the kitchen, holding a glass of cold water for the guest. He offered it politely with a small nod.
 
Preeti smiled at him as she took the glass. “Thank you.”
 
Simran turned to Bhola. “Bhola, please make some snacks and keep them on the table.”
 
As Bhola went back to the kitchen, Simran prepared two strong vodka pegs mixed with fresh orange juice for herself and Preeti. The rain had left the evening chilly, and the drink felt perfect.
 
They settled on the sofa with their glasses. Simran wanted to talk openly about everything that had been happening, but with Bhola still moving around nearby, Preeti seemed a little reserved, keeping the conversation light and casual.
 
Simran suddenly remembered — Preeti already knew the truth about Bhola sucking her breasts for milk. The realization hit her like a hot wave of extreme shyness. Her cheeks burned red as she felt completely exposed in her own home, even though she was fully dressed.
 
She quickly turned to Bhola.
 
“Bhola, can you please go to the market and get some fresh dal vada fry? It should be available at the usual stall near the main road.”
 
Bhola nodded without hesitation. “Ji Bhabhi, main abhi laata hoon.”
 
The moment the front door closed behind him and the house became quiet, Preeti leaned forward with a knowing, slightly mischievous smile and said softly:
“So… this is Bhola?”
 
Simran didn’t say anything at first. She simply stared at her glass, cheeks still faintly pink from everything that had happened earlier with Bhola. Preeti noticed the silence and gave her a soft, understanding smile, leaning forward a little on the sofa.
 
“Come on, Simran… I’m not judging you at all. I didn’t that day when you told me, and I’m definitely not going to start now. We’re best friends, remember? Whatever is happening in your life, I’m here to listen. No shame, no drama.”