Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran had finished the last bits in the kitchen. She wiped her hands and said,
 
“Chalo tumhare room mein chalte hain aur wahan karte hain.”
“Let’s go to your room and do it there.”
 
She walked ahead and sat on the edge of his bed. Bhola followed and stood in front of her. He looked at her for a second, then said in a low, practical voice,
 
“Bhabhi… aap cow position mein kyun nahi ho jaati? Is tarah main doodh jaldi pee sakta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… why don’t you be in cow position? I can drink the milk faster that way.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in embarrassment at the word “cow position.” Her cheeks flushed red.
 
“Bhola… tum yeh ‘cow’ jaisi baatein baar-baar kyun bolte ho? Mujhe bahut ajeeb sa feel hota hai.”
“Bhola… why do you keep using these words like ‘cow’? It makes me feel so strange.”
 
Bhola looked at her gently, his voice sincere.
 
“Bhabhi, bura mat maaniye. Aap pyaar aur sundarta ki murat ho. Yeh sirf ek position hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
“Bhabhi, don’t feel bad. You are the embodiment of love and beauty. It’s just a position. Nothing else.”
 
He lay down on the bed first, flat on his back. Simran hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly got on all fours and crawled over him, mounting on top so her heavy breasts hung directly above his face. The hem of her sundress had ridden up high on her thighs, exposing the lower curves of her ass.
 
The moment she was in position, Bhola quickly reached up and pulled the thin straps of the sundress down her shoulders. The dress slipped down easily, freeing both of her magnificent, milk-filled breasts. They hung heavy and full, swaying slightly above his face.
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with hunger. He grabbed her left breast with one hand and brought it to his mouth, while his other hand cupped the right one. He latched onto the right nipple and started sucking hard and deep.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” Simran gasped, her body jerking forward.
 
He sucked with strong, rhythmic pulls, milk flowing freely into his mouth. Simran tried to control her moans at first, biting her lip, but it was impossible. Each deep suck sent sparks straight to her pussy.
 
“Ummmm… aaahhh… Bhola… dheere… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola was serious about emptying her this time. He switched between both breasts, sucking long and hard, making sure not to waste a single drop. Every time he pulled off a nipple, a thin spray of milk would arc out before he latched onto the other one.
 
After a particularly long suck, he gathered a big mouthful of milk, lifted his head, and pulled Simran down into a deep kiss. She opened her mouth willingly and they smooched passionately, tongues sliding together as she swallowed her own warm milk from his mouth.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…” Simran moaned into the kiss, her body trembling.
 
They repeated this several times; Bhola sucking hard and deep, filling his mouth, then feeding the milk to her with long, filthy kisses. Each kiss grew more passionate, their tongues dancing hungrily while milk and spit mixed between them.
 
Meanwhile, Bhola’s cock had woken up again. The thick monster was now fully hard, straining against the thin white underwear, the fat head pushing the fabric upward and leaking precum.
 
Simran was trying her best to stay focused on just the milking. She knew Ravi would be home soon. But her body was betraying her; her pussy was getting wetter with every suck and every kiss.
 
Bhola kept sucking with strong, deliberate pulls, making sure every last drop was taken out. Simran’s moans were getting louder and harder to control.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaj tum bahut zor se choos rahe ho… aaahhh… meri nipples bahut sensitive ho rahi hain…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… you’re sucking so hard today… aaahhh… my nipples are so sensitive…”
 
Bhola switched to the left tit again, sucking even more greedily, determined to finish the job properly this time.
 
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of sucking, kissing, and Simran’s soft, needy moans.
 
And both of them knew they had to stop soon; before things went any further.
 
Bhola kept sucking with deep, rhythmic pulls for almost fifteen full minutes, emptying both of Simran’s heavy breasts completely. Milk flowed steadily into his mouth as he swallowed with soft, satisfied gulps. Simran’s body had relaxed into the pleasure, but her hips had started moving on their own. Even though she was trying to stay focused, her pantyless, dripping pussy was grinding slowly and involuntarily against the hard ridge of his cock through his underwear.
 
When Bhola finally released her nipple with a wet pop, he looked up at her, breathing heavily. His own cock was rock-hard again, straining painfully against the thin fabric.
 
Simran was still flushed and needy. She looked down at the massive bulge and whispered,
 
“Ab mujhe letne do… aur tum palat jao. Main thak gayi hoon.”
“Now let me lie down… and you turn around. I’m tired.”
 
Bhola hesitated for a second.
 
“Bhabhi… der ho jayegi. Ravi Sahib jaldi aa jayenge.”
“Bhabhi… we might get late. Ravi Sahib will be here soon.”
 
But Simran’s voice was firm, laced with lust.
 
“Bas palto.”
“Just turn around.”
 
He obeyed. They quickly shifted into a 69 position; Simran lying on her back, Bhola above her. She wanted one last taste before Ravi came home. She needed to feel that monster in her mouth again.
 
She reached up and slowly pulled his underwear down. The huge snake sprang free immediately; thick, dark, and rock-hard, veins bulging along the shaft, the fat purple head already leaking fresh precum. It hung heavy and intimidating right above her face.
 
Simran’s eyes darkened with hunger. She leaned up and planted a deep, wet kiss right on the sensitive tip, her soft lips pressing firmly against the leaking head.
 
Bhola let out a low, surprised groan.
 
“Ummmm…”
 
Simran smiled to herself. A naughty idea flashed in her mind. She wanted to show Preeti exactly how huge it was. She reached for her phone lying nearby.
 
“Bhola… kya main tumhare lund ki ek photo le sakti hoon?”
“Bhola… may I take a snap of your dick?”
 
Bhola looked surprised but didn’t hesitate.
 
“Zarur, Bhabhi.”
 
Simran held the phone up and took a clear photo of the massive, erect cock hovering above her face. She had to move her head back a little just to fit the entire length in the frame. Then she said,
 
“Phone upar se pakad lo ek second ke liye.”
“Hold the phone from the top for a second.”