Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

After lunch, as she sat back on the sofa trying to relax, Bhola came over. Without hesitation, he leaned down, slipped both hands under her loose T-shirt, and cupped her heavy breasts. He lifted them slightly, squeezing gently to check their fullness.
 
“Bhabhi… ye toh bahut full ho gayi hain,” he said softly, almost concerned. “Kal raat se aapne doodh nahi chuswaya… bahut dard ho raha hoga aapko.”
“Bhabhi… these have become so full,” he said softly, almost concerned. “You didn’t get the milk sucked out since last night… it must be hurting a lot.”
 
Simran’s breath caught at the casual way he handled her tits; like they belonged to him to check and care for. She looked at him for a long second, then spoke quietly but firmly.
 
“Bhola… yahan pehle baitho. Mujhe tumse baat karni hai.”
“Bhola… sit here first. I need to talk to you.”
 
Bhola immediately released her breasts, letting them settle back under the T-shirt with a soft jiggle. He sat down on the sofa beside her, looking at her with calm, attentive eyes, waiting for whatever she wanted to say.
 
The air between them felt thick with unspoken tension. Simran’s heart was beating faster as she tried to find the right words to begin.
 
Bhola pulled a low stool and sat near the sofa, looking up at Simran attentively. Simran folded her knees and sat properly on the sofa, facing him. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts.
 
“Bhola… tum itne din se meri madad kar rahe ho. Main bahut shukraguzar hoon tumhara… ki tum itna khayal rakh rahe ho mera. Lekin tumhe… ”
“Bhola… you have been helping me for so many days. I am really very grateful to you… that you are taking such good care of me. But you…”
 
Before she could finish, Bhola’s eyes dropped to her chest. The loose white T-shirt already had two growing wet spots over her nipples.
 
“Bhabhi… aap phir se leak kar rahi hain,” he said softly, almost concerned. “May I suck the milk while you tell me? Aapki T-shirt phir se geeli ho rahi hai.”
“Bhabhi… you are leaking again,” he said softly, almost concerned. “May I suck the milk while you tell me? Your T-shirt is getting wet again.”
 
Without waiting for a proper answer, Bhola moved closer. Simran’s legs parted involuntarily as he knelt between them. He gently lifted the hem of her T-shirt, exposing one full, heavy breast. The pink nipple was already leaking, a thick white drop rolling down the curve. Bhola leaned in and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking with a long, slow pull.
 
Simran gasped sharply, her back arching a little.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…”
 
The warm, wet suction sent an immediate jolt through her body. She instinctively pushed his face away gently, breathing fast.
 
“Bhola… aise nahi… tum yahan let jao… meri godi mein… warna baat karna mushkil ho jayega.”
“Bhola… not like this… you lie down here… in my lap… otherwise it will be difficult to talk.”
 
Bhola nodded obediently. He shifted and lay down on the sofa, placing his head comfortably on her soft lap. Simran adjusted herself, and he lifted the T-shirt again, exposing both breasts now. He took her left nipple into his mouth and started sucking; this time with strong, hungry pulls.
 
Simran moaned, her hand instinctively going to the back of his head.
 
“Bhola… dheere… itna zor se mat kheecho… concentration nahi ho rahi hai…”
“Bhola… slowly… don’t pull so hard… I can’t concentrate…”
 
Bhola released the nipple for a second, milk dripping from his lips.
 
“Bhabhi… aap baat karte raho. Main dheere dheere choosunga.”
“Bhabhi… you keep talking. I’ll suck slowly.”
 
He latched on again, this time sucking with slower, deeper pulls; long, rhythmic suctions that made wet, soft sounds. Milk flowed steadily into his mouth as he drank from her. Simran tried to focus, her fingers gently stroking his hair while her breast was being emptied.
 
The position was incredibly intimate; Bhola lying with his head in her lap, mouth latched onto her tit, drinking her milk like it was the most natural thing in the world, while Simran struggled to find the right words to continue their serious conversation.
 
Simran tried to keep her voice steady even as Bhola’s warm mouth worked on her breast. She stroked his hair gently while speaking.
 
“Bhola… abhi toh Ravi ghar pe nahi hai, isliye hum aise kar sakte hain. Lekin jab woh wapas aayenge, tumhe bahut careful rehna padega. Tum jab chahe mere boobs pakad ke check nahi kar sakte. Samajh gaye?”
“Bhola… right now Ravi is not at home, that’s why we can do it like this. But when he comes back, you’ll have to be very careful. You can’t just grab my boobs and check whenever you want. Understood?”
 
Bhola responded by sucking harder on her nipple; a long, powerful pull that made milk jet into his mouth. Simran gasped sharply, her back arching.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola!”
 
She smiled despite herself, her fingers tightening in his hair.
 
“Aur haan… jab ghar mein sirf hum dono ho, tab tum sirf pant pehen sakte ho. Underwear mat pehna karo. Mujhe nahi chahiye ki tum takleef mein raho… aur main bhi nahi chahti ki tumhara woh… mujhe hurt kare.”
“And yes… when only the two of us are at home, then you can wear only pants. Don’t wear underwear. I don’t want you to be in trouble… and I also don’t want that thing of yours… to hurt me.”
 
Saying that, she reached down with her right hand and lightly pushed his heavy, soft cock with her index finger. The thick log twitched and flicked upward in response, already starting to thicken again.
 
Simran chuckled softly, a low, husky sound.
 
“Dekho… ye bhi sun raha hai meri baat.”
“Look… even this is listening to me.”
 
Bhola moaned around her nipple but kept sucking slowly. Simran continued, her voice turning a little more serious.
 
“Aur haan… tumhe samajhna padega ki meri boobs kab full ho jaati hain. Tumhe time nikal ke mera doodh peena padega… lekin chhup chhup ke. Jab Ravi ghar pe ho toh bahut dhyan rakhna padega.”
“And yes… you’ll have to understand when my boobs get full. You’ll have to take out time and drink my milk… but secretly. When Ravi is at home, you’ll have to be very careful.”
 
While speaking, Simran’s mind wandered into darker territory.
 
How do I even use this dick? It’s right here… so close… so fucking huge. It would be so easy to just tell him to fuck me right now. Spread my legs and let him push that monster inside me. But no… not yet. That would be crossing a line I might never come back from.
 
She chuckled quietly at her own filthy thoughts.
 
In the meantime, Bhola had started sucking at a faster pace, his cheeks hollowing with greedy pulls. Milk was flowing freely now, some of it spilling from the corners of his mouth and running down her breast.
 
Simran tapped his head lightly.
 
“Bhola… dheere… aur mera share mat bhoolna.”
“Bhola… slowly… and don’t forget my share.”
 
Bhola smiled against her breast, nipple still in his mouth. He sucked long and deep, gathering a big mouthful of warm milk. Then he lifted his head, leaned up, and pressed his lips to hers.
 
Simran bent down willingly and opened her mouth. He pushed the thick, creamy milk onto her tongue in a deep, wet smooch. Their tongues met immediately, sliding against each other as she swallowed her own milk mixed with his spit. The kiss lingered longer than necessary; tongues dancing, lips sucking, breaths mingling. Milk and saliva dripped messily between them.