Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola immediately lay back down on the sofa, placing his head on her lap again. He lifted her T-shirt and latched onto her right nipple, sucking with long, strong pulls. Milk flowed freely into his mouth as Simran leaned back, stroking his hair, her body still humming from the intense blowjob she had just given him.
 
The living room was thick with the scent of sex, milk, and cum.
 
And the real conversation; the dangerous one; was still waiting to happen.
 
Simran wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, thick strands of Bhola’s cum still glistening on her lips and chin. She was panting softly, her heavy breasts rising and falling, both nipples dark, wet, and swollen from his earlier sucking. Milk continued to leak in thin, steady streams down the curves of her tits.
 
Bhola didn’t waste a second. He latched back onto her right breast with renewed hunger, sucking with deep, forceful pulls. His cheeks hollowed dramatically as he drew long mouthfuls of warm, sweet milk from her.
 
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola…!” Simran moaned loudly, her head falling back against the sofa. “Ummmm… itna zor se mat chooso… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan phat jayengi…”
“Aaahhhhh… Bhola…!” Simran moaned loudly, her head falling back against the sofa. “Ummmm… don’t suck so hard… aaahhh… my boobs will tear…”
 
Bhola’s massive cock lay heavy and thick on his right thigh; even in its semi-soft state, it looked intimidating. The shaft was veiny, dark, and long, the fat head resting against his leg, still glistening with her spit and the last drops of his cum. Simran’s eyes kept drifting down to it. She felt a fresh wave of lust hit her. She wanted it back in her mouth; right now. But she resisted, biting her lower lip hard.
 
Bhola had become an expert with her breasts over the last few days. He knew exactly how to drive her crazy. He released the nipple for a second, gave it a soft, wet kiss, then extended his tongue and started flickering it rapidly; fast, teasing flicks that made the sensitive bud twitch and harden even more.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ummmm… aaahhh…!”
 
Simran’s moans grew louder and more desperate with every flick. The faster he moved his tongue, the more she squirmed on the sofa, her thighs pressing together tightly.
 
“Ummmm… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… meri nipple… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola smiled against her breast and switched to the left nipple, repeating the same filthy routine; long, greedy sucks mixed with rapid tongue flicking. Simran’s moans filled the room.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ummmphhh… aaahhh… dheere… aaahhh… main mar jaungi aise…!”
 
Every few minutes, Bhola would pause to catch his breath. The moment he lifted his head, Simran would plunge down and capture his mouth in a deep, hungry smooch. Their tongues would immediately tangle, tasting milk and cum mixed together. During these breaks, her right hand would reach down and wrap around his heavy cock again, stroking it slowly.
 
The monster began to awaken.
 
With every stroke of her hand, Bhola’s cock thickened and hardened rapidly. Within minutes, it stood fully erect again; thick, veiny, and angry, throbbing powerfully in her palm.
 
Bhola went back to her right breast, sucking with renewed force. He suddenly grabbed her nipple between his teeth and pulled it hard; stretching the sensitive peak while sucking the last drops of milk from her breast.
 
Simran screamed in pure ecstasy.
 
“AAHHHHHH… BHOLA…!”
 
Her back arched sharply off the sofa, her fingers digging into his hair as her body trembled violently. Milk sprayed from her nipple even as he pulled it, and the sharp mix of pleasure and pain sent her over the edge.
 
Bhola finally released her nipple with a wet pop, breathing heavily, his lips shiny with milk. Simran collapsed back against the sofa, panting, her body glowing with sweat and lust.
 
The living room was thick with the scent of sex, milk, and raw desire.
 
Simran looked down at him, her eyes glassy, chest heaving.
 
“Bhola…” she whispered, voice hoarse.
 
“Ab… ab main tujhe bataungi kya karna hai…”
“Now… now I’ll tell you what to do…”
 
Simran was still breathing heavily after the intense blowjob she had just given him. Her lips were swollen, chin shiny with his cum, and her heavy breasts were leaking milk down her stomach. She looked at Bhola with dark, hungry eyes and spoke in a low, husky voice.
 
“Bhola… mujhe apne room mein le chalo.”
“Bhola… take me to your room.”
 
Bhola didn’t ask any questions. The moment the words left her mouth, he stood up, completely naked, his massive cock still half-hard and heavy between his legs. Without any hesitation, he bent down, slid one strong arm under her knees and the other behind her back, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.
 
Simran gasped as her body left the sofa. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Bhola carried her like she weighed nothing, walking naked through the living room toward his small room at the back of the house. His huge cock swung heavily with every step, the thick shaft slapping softly against his thigh. Simran could feel the heat radiating from it against her outer thigh.
 
When they reached his room, Simran whispered,
 
“Bed pe rakh do mujhe.”
“Put me on the bed.”
 
Bhola gently lowered her onto his bed. Simran sat up on her elbows, looking at him. His cock was already thickening again, standing proud and heavy.
 
“Bhola…” she said, almost in disbelief, “tumhara lund itni jaldi phir se itna hard kaise ho gaya?”
“Bhola…” she said, almost in disbelief, “how the hell are you hard again so soon?”
 
Bhola smiled shyly but proudly, his cock twitching visibly.
 
Simran bit her lip and continued,
 
“Ab yahan aa jaao.”
“Now come here”
 
Bhola climbed onto the bed and moved closer to her.
 
Simran looked straight into his eyes and spoke clearly.
 
“Jaise tumhe release ke baad achha lagta hai… main bhi feel karti hoon. Mujhe bhi release chahiye… yahan se.” She pointed between her legs. “Ab main tujhe relief nahi dungi jab tak tu mujhe relief nahi dega.”
“Just like you feel good after a release… main bhi feel karti hoon. Mujhe bhi release chahiye… yahan se.” She pointed between her legs. “Ab main tujhe relief nahi dungi jab tak tu mujhe relief nahi dega.”
 
Bhola looked at her seriously and nodded.
 
“Chinta mat kijiye, Bhabhi. Main aapko bhi maje dunga. Mujhe pata hai kaise pani nikalte hai.”
“Don’t worry, Bhabhi. I’ll give you pleasure too. I know how to make you cum.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in surprise.
 
“Tumhe kaise pata?” she asked. “Tuhara koi girlfriend tha pehle?”
“How did you know?” she asked. “Did you have a girlfriend before?”
 
Bhola quickly shook his head.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… aaj subah jab aap chali gayi thi, main bahut disturbed tha. Main soch raha tha ki main aapko kabhi bhi thik se enjoyment nahi de raha hoon. Isliye maine… kuch videos dekhe.”