Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

They did this several times; Bhola sucking long and hard from her tits, gathering milk, then feeding it to her with increasingly filthy kisses. Each kiss lasted longer, with more tongue, more hunger. Simran’s hand stayed on the back of his head, pulling him closer as the kisses turned from simple milk transactions into something much more passionate.
 
Meanwhile, Bhola’s cock was growing enormously huge again. The thick shaft had lifted fully, standing proud and angry, veins bulging, the fat head leaking fresh precum in heavy drops.
 
Simran kept kissing him, moaning softly into his mouth, completely lost in the filthy, intimate act while her servant drank from her breasts and fed her back her own milk.
 
The living room was filled with the wet sounds of sucking, kissing, and soft, needy moans.
 
Simran’s eyes kept drifting down to the massive bulge in Bhola’s pants. It was growing rapidly, the thick outline pushing obscenely against the fabric, the fat head clearly visible as it strained upward. She tried to pull his pants down with one hand while he was still latched onto her breast, but the angle was awkward and the pants were tight.
 
“Bhola… jaldi se pant utaar do,” she whispered urgently, voice thick with lust. “Main time waste nahi karna chahti baad mein. Dekho… ye phir se itna bada ho gaya hai.”
“Bhola… quickly take off your pants,” she whispered urgently, voice thick with lust. “I don’t want to waste time later. Look… it has become so big again.”
 
Bhola released her nipple with a wet pop, milk dripping from his lips. He stood up obediently in front of her. Simran realized he was waiting for her to do it herself. She smiled up at him, a naughty, hungry smile.
 
“Accha… main hi utaar deti hoon.”
“Okay… I’ll take it off myself.”
 
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down. The moment the fabric cleared his hips, his enormous cock sprang out like a wild animal; thick, dark, and rock-hard, swinging heavily before standing tall and proud. The fat purple head was already leaking a thick bead of precum that glistened at the tip.
 
Simran couldn’t control herself. She leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss right on the sensitive head.
 
“Mwahhh…”
 
The cock twitched violently and swelled even more at the contact. She pulled back slightly, licking her lips.
 
“Abhi haath se hi… Wapis let jao aur chuso dubara.”
“For now, just with my hand… Lie down again and suck them once more.”
 
Bhola lay back down on the sofa, placing his head on her soft lap again. He lifted her T-shirt and latched onto her right breast, sucking with long, hungry pulls. Simran moaned softly and wrapped her right hand around his massive, throbbing lund. She started stroking it slowly from base to head, her small hand barely able to wrap around the girth.
 
“Bhola… ye itna mota aur sakht kaise ho jata hai har baar?” she whispered filthily while stroking him. “Kya khilata hai isko? Itna bada lund… itna garam… itna veiny…”
“Bhola… how does it become so thick and hard every time?” she whispered filthily while stroking him. “What do you feed it? Such a big cock… so hot… so veiny…”
 
Bhola moaned against her tit, sucking harder, taking more of the soft flesh into his mouth. Simran squeaked, her body jerking.
 
“Dheere… dheere Bhola… jaanwar mat bano… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan ….ahhhhh?”
“Slowly… slowly Bhola… don’t become an animal… aaahhh… my boobs ….ahhhhh?”
 
Bhola slowed down a little, but his sucking was still strong and greedy. He pulled off the nipple for a second, gathered a big mouthful of milk, and looked up at her. Simran understood instantly. She bent down, opened her mouth, and they locked into a deep, messy smooch. He pushed the warm milk into her mouth as their tongues tangled wetly.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…” Simran moaned into the kiss, swallowing her own milk while her right hand kept stroking his huge, thick rod; up and down, twisting gently around the fat head.
 
Bhola’s left hand moved to her right tit, squeezing it firmly, milk leaking between his fingers as he mauled the soft, heavy flesh. Simran moaned louder into his mouth, her body trembling with pleasure. The kiss grew filthier; tongues fucking each other, spit and milk mixing messily, dripping down their chins.
 
They broke the kiss only for Bhola to latch back onto her tit, sucking hard again. Simran kept stroking his monster cock with long, slow strokes, her hand getting slick with his leaking precum.
 
“Bhola… tumhara lund itna bada hai… mera haath chhota pad raha hai iske liye… phir bhi main ise chod nahi sakti… aaahhh… choos le… pi le mera doodh…”
“Bhola… your cock is so big… my hand is feeling too small for it… still I can’t let it go… aaahhh… suck… drink my milk…”
 
The living room was filled with the wet sounds of sucking, stroking, and their shared, hungry moans. Bhola’s cock throbbed powerfully in her hand, growing even thicker as she pumped it, while he drank greedily from her leaking breasts.
 
Neither of them wanted this moment to end.
 
Bhola suddenly broke the deep, milky kiss with a wet pop, strings of spit and milk still connecting their lips. He looked up at Simran with that innocent yet hungry expression, his mouth shiny.
 
“Bhabhi… aapne kal kaha tha na… jo ladki mujhse shaadi karegi wo unlucky bhi hogi kyunki mera lund itna bada hai ki uski choot phat jayegi. Lekin… bachche toh choot se hi nikalte hain na? Toh problem kya hai?”
“Bhabhi… you said yesterday na… the girl who marries me will also be unlucky because my cock is so big that her pussy will tear. But… babies come out from the pussy only, right? So what’s the problem?”
 
Simran’s eyes widened. She pushed his face away from her tits lightly, breathing hard.
 
“Bhola… shut up! Apna kaam karo… choos rahe ho toh chooso.”
“Bhola… shut up! Do your work… if you’re sucking then suck.”
 
But Bhola didn’t move. He stayed with his head on her lap, looking up at her with genuine curiosity, his massive cock throbbing in her hand.
 
“Bolo na Bhabhi… batao.”
 
Simran sighed, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She reluctantly answered, her voice low.
 
“Haan… bachche nikalte hain choot se. Lekin tumhara lund itna mota aur lamba hai ki pehli baar mein bahut dard hoga… bahut mushkil se andar jayega. Pussy ko time lagega adjust hone mein.”
“Yes… babies come out from there. But your cock is so thick and long that the first time it will hurt a lot… it will go in with great difficulty. The pussy will take time to adjust.”
Bhola tilted his head, still lying comfortably on her lap.
 
“Toh phir problem kya hai? Agar baby nikal sakta hai toh mera lund kyun nahi ja sakta?”
“So then what’s the problem? If a baby can come out, then why can’t my cock go in?”
 
Simran let out a soft, embarrassed laugh and lightly slapped his chest.
 
“Bhola… tum bahut shameless ho gaye ho. Haan… dard toh hoga shuru mein… lekin dheere dheere pussy adjust ho jayegi. Lekin tumhe bahut careful rehna padega… jaldi mat karna, warna ladki ko chot lag jayegi.”
“Bhola… you have become very shameless. Yes… it will hurt in the beginning… but slowly the pussy will adjust. But you’ll have to be very careful… don’t do it fast, otherwise the girl will get hurt.”
 
She paused, then added with a small, almost sad smile.
 
“Lekin jab tum shaadi kar loge… tab mujhe bhool jaoge na?”
“But when you get married… then you will forget me, right?”