Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola took the phone. Simran placed her left hand beside the thick shaft for scale; her small, delicate hand looking tiny next to the enormous girth. She asked him to take another photo, making sure the comparison was obvious.
 
Bhola, still holding the phone, looked down at her with lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhabhi… mujhe ek chhoti si request hai.”
“Bhabhi… I have a small request.”
 
Simran looked up at him, lips parted.
 
“Tell me.”
 
Bhola’s voice was husky.
 
“Aap mere lund ko muh mein lekar bahut sundar lag rahi hain. Mujhe aisi ek photo chahiye… please.”
“You look very beautiful with my dick in your mouth. Let me have one picture like that… please.”
 
Simran’s cheeks burned, but a filthy thrill ran through her.
 
“Shhh Bhola… tum bahut badmash ho.”
“Shhh Bhola… you are too naughty.”
 
Bhola kept looking at her with pleading eyes.
 
“Please, Bhabhi… bas ek.”
“Please, Bhabhi… just one.”
 
Simran bit her lip, then smiled shyly.
 
Simran was still on her knees, breathing heavily, her swollen lips glistening with spit and precum. She looked up at Bhola with hesitant, conflicted eyes.
 
“Bhola… nahi… yeh galat hai…”
“Bhola… no… this is wrong…”
 
But Bhola didn’t back down. He kept his voice soft, almost pleading, while his massive cock throbbed just inches from her face.
 
“Bhabhi… please… bas ek photo… aap itni sundar lag rahi ho… mera lund muh mein liye hue… main dekhna chahta hoon… aap bahut pyari lagti ho aise…”
“Bhabhi… please… just one photo… you look so beautiful… with my cock in your mouth… I want to see it… you look so cute like this…”
 
Simran shook her head again, cheeks burning red.
 
“Bhola… please mat maango… yeh bahut gandi baat hai…”
“Bhola… please don’t ask… this is very dirty…”
 
Bhola kept insisting gently, his voice low and full of desire.
 
“Bhabhi… ek baar… sirf ek… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain… aapki aankhein upar dekh rahi hain… bahut achha lagta hai mujhe… please Bhabhi…”
“Bhabhi… just once… only one… your lips are stretching so much… your eyes are looking up… it looks so good to me… please Bhabhi…”
 
He asked again and again, his tone patient but persistent. After several long minutes of his soft begging, Simran finally gave in with a defeated, embarrassed sigh.
 
“Theek hai… bas ek photo… aur kuch nahi. Samajh gaye?”
“Okay… just one photo… and nothing else. Understood?”
 
Bhola’s eyes lit up with excitement.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… bas ek.”
“Yes Bhabhi… just one.”
 
He stood up straight in front of her while Simran remained on her knees on the bed. His enormous 10-inch cock stood proudly in front of her face, thick and veiny, the fat purple head still leaking precum.
 
Simran took a deep breath, then opened her mouth wide. Bhola didn’t wait. He pushed his hips forward and shoved the thick head straight into her mouth.
 
“Ummmmphhh…!” Simran moaned around the girth. Even just the head was a challenge; it stretched her lips obscenely wide, filling her mouth completely. She could only take about 20% of the length before it pressed against the back of her throat.
 
Bhola started moving his hips slowly, sliding the thick cock in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. Simran’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue pressing against the underside. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room.
 
“Gluck… gluck… mmmphhh… slurp… gluck…”
 
Bhola looked down at her and smiled. He reached for his phone, switched to camera mode, and started taking pictures.
 
Click. Click. Click.
 
Simran looked up at him with watery eyes, her mouth stuffed full, trying to protest.
 
“Mmmphhh… Bhola… mmmphhh… nikaalo… mmmphhh…”
 
Her words came out completely garbled around the thick shaft, sounding like desperate, muffled moans. Bhola kept clicking, taking photo after photo from different angles.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho… jaise koi kaam devi… sirf mera lund choosne ke liye bani ho… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain… bahut pyari ho aap…”
“Bhabhi… you look so beautiful… like a sex goddess… made only to suck my cock… your lips are stretching so much… you are so adorable…”
 
He took several more shots; capturing the obscene contrast of her milky-white skin against the dark, veiny monster, her small hands resting on his thighs, her heavy breasts swaying with every thrust of his hips.
 
Then, without telling her, he quietly switched the phone to video mode and started recording.
 
Simran tried to pull back to speak, but Bhola held her head gently in place and pushed a little deeper.
 
“Mmmphhh… Bhola… nikaalo… mmmphhh…”
 
She struggled for a few seconds, her hands pushing weakly against his thighs, but Bhola didn’t let her go easily. When she finally managed to pull off with a loud, wet pop, thick strings of spit and precum connected her lips to the fat head. She gasped for air, swallowing the juices in her mouth.
 
“Bus Bhola… bahut ho gaya…”
“Enough Bhola… that’s too much…”
 
But Bhola immediately moved forward again and pressed the thick head back against her lips. Simran looked up at him for a second, her eyes dark with lust and hesitation, then opened her mouth without resistance. She took him back in and started sucking with real passion this time; deeper, wetter, hungrier.
 
“Ummmmphhh… slurp… gluck… mmmphhh… sluuuurp…”
 
She worshipped the massive cock now; licking the underside with long, slow strokes, kissing the thick veins, sucking the head hard while her hands stroked the shaft she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the leaking tip, drinking every drop of precum like it was nectar.
 
Bhola groaned, still recording secretly.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bahut achhe se choos rahi ho… aapka muh itna garam aur geela hai… mera lund pura geela ho gaya hai aapke thook se… choosiye… zor se choosiye mera lund…”
“Bhabhi… you’re sucking so well… your mouth is so hot and wet… my cock has become completely wet with your saliva… suck… suck my cock hard…”
 
Simran moaned louder around the thick shaft, her head bobbing faster, completely lost in the filthy act of worshipping her servant’s monster cock while her husband was on his way home.