Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola sat up slowly, his huge, rock-hard cock standing proudly between them. He looked straight into her eyes with surprising sincerity.
 
“Kaise bhool sakta hoon main aapko, Bhabhi? Meri zindagi… mera yeh lund… sab aapka hai. Aap jo chahe kar sakti hain iske saath.”
“How can I forget you, Bhabhi? My life… this cock of mine… everything is yours. You can do whatever you want with it.”
 
He pointed at his massive, veiny cock, the fat head still glistening.
 
“Yeh lund… yeh aapka hai, Bhabhi. Agar aap ise choosna chahti hain toh main kisi ke saamne bhi pant utaar dunga aur aapko choosne dunga. Aur agar aap ise apni choot mein chahti hain… toh woh bhi aapka hai. Main kabhi mana nahi karunga.”
“This cock… this is yours, Bhabhi. If you want to suck it, I’ll take off my pants in front of anyone and let you suck it. And if you want it in your pussy… that is also yours. I will never refuse.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in genuine surprise when he so casually mentioned her choot. Her pussy clenched hard at his words.
 
“Bhola… badmash…”
 
She couldn’t resist anymore. She grabbed the back of his thighs with both hands and pulled him closer, yanking his hips toward her face. His enormous cock slapped heavily against her cheek before she guided the fat head to her lips.
 
She opened her mouth wide and took the swollen head inside with a hungry “Ummmmhhhh…” sound. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the leaking tip, tasting the sweet-salty mix of precum.
 
Bhola groaned deeply, his hand gently resting on her head.
 
“Bhabhi… bahut achha lag raha hai… aapka muh itna garam hai…”
“Bhabhi… it feels so good… your mouth is so hot…”
 
Simran moaned around his cock, sucking with wet, filthy sounds; *slurp… gluck… mmmphhh*; while her hands stroked the thick shaft she couldn’t fully take. Her heavy tits swayed with every bob of her head, still leaking milk from earlier.
 
The living room was filled with the obscene sounds of her devoted sucking and Bhola’s low, satisfied groans.
 
Simran pulled her mouth off Bhola’s thick, throbbing cock with a wet *pop*. Thick strings of spit and precum connected her swollen lips to the fat, glistening head. She gulped down the messy juices in her mouth, breathing heavily, and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhola… kya tum apne vaade ke baare mein sure ho? Ki main isko kabhi bhi choos sakti hoon… jab chahe?”
“Bhola… are you sure about your promise? That I can suck it anytime… whenever I want?”
 
Bhola looked down at her, his voice low and sincere.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh aapka hai. Aap iske saath jo chahe kar sakti hain. Jab chahe, jahan chahe.”
“Bhabhi… this is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. Whenever you want, wherever you want.”
 
Simran’s pussy clenched hard at his words. She wrapped both hands around the massive shaft again and started stroking it firmly while leaning in to suck the head at the same time. Her tongue swirled around the leaking tip as she pumped the thick rod with both fists, massaging his heavy balls with her fingers.
 
“Ummmmph… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh…”
 
She was sucking and stroking with pure hunger when she suddenly felt warm milk leaking from her own nipples in thin sprays. It was dripping down her breasts while she was busy worshipping his cock. The realization hit her; if this continued, who would empty her aching tits?
 
“Bhabhi, aaahhh…aap bahot achche se chusti to.”
“Bhabhi, aaahhh… you suck so well.”
 
She gathered all her courage, pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment, and looked up at him. His huge, veiny monster rested against the right side of her face, the fat head brushing her cheek.
 
“Bhola… sirf main hi tumhe pleasure de rahi hoon. Phir mera kaun karega?”
“Bhola… I’m the only one giving you pleasure. Then who will take care of me?”
 
Bhola looked confused, breathing hard.
 
“Bhabhi… main samjha nahi.”
“Bhabhi… I didn’t understand.”
 
Simran licked the underside of his cock once more, then looked up again with pleading, horny eyes.
 
“Batao… mera kaun khayal rakhega?”
“Tell me… who will take care of me?”
 
Bhola finally understood. His voice was soft but full of devotion.
 
“Bhabhi… aap batao mujhe kya karna hai. Main sab kuch karunga.”
“Bhabhi… you tell me what to do. I will do everything.”
 
Simran’s heart raced. She looked straight into his eyes.
 
“Promise?”
 
“Ji Bhabhi… promise.”
 
Simran smiled, a mix of nervousness and raw lust on her face.
 
“Accha… pehle yeh kaam khatam kar leti hoon.”
“Okay… let me finish this first.”
 
She dove back onto his cock with renewed hunger. She sucked hard and fast; loud, sloppy, desperate sounds filling the room.
 
“Gluck… gluck… slurp… mmmphhh… gluck-gluck-gluck!”
 
Her head bobbed aggressively, taking as much of the thick shaft as she could while her hands pumped the rest and massaged his heavy balls. Within fifteen minutes, Bhola’s cock swelled impossibly thicker in her mouth. The veins bulged, the head pulsed against her tongue.
 
Simran knew he was close. She sucked even harder, moaning around the massive girth.
 
Bhola groaned loudly, his hips twitching.
 
“Bhabhi… aaahhh… ahhhh…ahhhhh”
 
He exploded.
 
Wave after thick wave of hot, creamy cum flooded her mouth. Simran tried to swallow as fast as she could, but it was too much. Huge goblets of thick sperm hit the back of her throat with force, filling her mouth completely. She gulped noisily, but still plenty spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits.
 
“Ammmmm… gluck… ahhhhmmmm… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola jerked and grunted, emptying his heavy balls straight into her willing mouth. When the last powerful spurt finally stopped, Simran slowly pulled off, gasping for air. Thick cum dripped from her lips and chin. She looked thoroughly used; face messy, tits leaking, eyes glassy with lust.
 
Bhola was panting, looking down at her with gratitude.
 
“Bhabhi… thank you… bahut bahut thank you.”
 
Simran wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still breathing hard, cum glistening on her lips.
 
“Pehle meri boobs se doodh pi lo… phir main bataungi kya karna hai.”
“First drink the milk from my boobs… then I’ll tell you what to do.”