Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran had no idea Bhola was recording everything on her own phone.
 
She was completely lost in the moment, sucking his massive cock like a pro. Her head bobbed with hungry, rhythmic strokes, taking as much of the thick shaft as she could manage. She pulled back occasionally to lick the entire length from the base to the tip with long, wet, filthy strokes of her tongue, dragging it slowly along the bulging veins.
 
“Ummmm… slurp… mmmphhh… gluck… sluuuurp…”
 
Her tongue flicked and swirled around the fat, leaking head, tasting every drop of his precum. She looked up at him from time to time with lust-filled eyes while her lips stretched wide around the girth. The contrast was breathtaking; her beautiful, innocent face worshipping that dark, monstrous lund.
 
Bhola glanced at the phone screen. It was already 7:15 PM. Ravi would be landing soon. He needed to hurry.
 
He closed his eyes, gripped her head a little firmer, and shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. Simran moaned loudly around the thickness as he exploded.
 
Waves of thick, hot cum blasted straight into her mouth. Jet after heavy jet flooded her tongue and throat. Simran gulped desperately, swallowing as fast as she could, but it was too much. Thick white cum overflowed from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in messy rivers and dripping onto her heavy, leaking tits.
 
“Gluck… gluck… mmmphhh… ahhhhmmmm…”
 
She drank everything she could like the eager cock-sucker she had become, her throat working visibly as she swallowed load after load. In the video, she looked absolutely beautiful; eyes watery, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched obscenely around his pulsing cock, occasionally looking up at him with pure lust while cum spilled from her mouth.
 
By 7:25 PM, both of them were sitting on the bed, breathing hard. Simran was still topless, cum and milk smeared across her breasts and chin. She reached for her phone absentmindedly and unlocked it.
 
Her eyes widened in shock.
 
The video was still playing on the screen; clear footage of her on her knees, sucking Bhola’s huge cock with sloppy, hungry enthusiasm. The audio captured every wet slurp, gluck, and moan perfectly.
 
“Bhola… yeh kya kiya tune?!”
“Bhola… what have you done?!”
 
she scolded, her voice a mix of anger and embarrassment.
 
“Tune video kyun banaya? Yeh galat hai… bahut galat!”
“Why did you make a video? This is wrong… very wrong!”
 
Bhola immediately moved closer, cupped her face gently with both hands, and pulled her into a deep, passionate smooch. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting the remnants of his own cum. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes with raw honesty.
 
“Bhabhi… ek baar dekho na… aap kitni sundar lag rahi ho isme. Mujhe batao main galat hoon kya?”
“Bhabhi… just look once… how beautiful you look in it. Tell me, am I wrong?”
 
He switched on the video and held the phone in front of her.
 
The footage played: Simran on her knees, eyes looking up at him with pure lust as she sucked his thick cock. Her head bobbing, lips stretched wide, tongue swirling, spit dripping down her chin onto her swaying tits. The way she moaned around his girth, the way her breasts jiggled with every movement; it was raw, filthy, and undeniably beautiful.
 
“Bhabhi… dekho… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain mera lund lete hue… aapki aankhein upar dekh rahi hain… kitni pyari lag rahi ho aap… jaise sirf mera lund choosne ke liye bani ho… yeh video dekh kar mera lund phir se khada ho raha hai…”
“Bhabhi… look… your lips are stretching so much taking my cock… your eyes are looking up… you look so adorable… as if you were made only to suck my cock… just watching this video is making my cock hard again…”
 
Simran stared at the video, her face burning with shame… but she couldn’t look away. The sight of herself worshipping his monster cock was turning her on all over again.
 
Bhola kept the video playing, his voice low and filthy.
 
“ dekho Bhabhi… jab aapne mera lund muh mein liya tha… aur dono haath se sehla rahi thi… tab aap itni sundar lag rahi thi… aapki jeebh jab tip pe ghum rahi thi na… bahut current ja raha tha mere lund mein… aap bahut achhe se choos rahi thi… jaise professional randi ho… lekin meri pyari Bhabhi ho aap…”
“Look Bhabhi… when you took my cock in your mouth… and were stroking it with both hands… you looked so beautiful… when your tongue was swirling around the tip… so much current was running through my cock… you were sucking so well… like a professional whore… but you are my sweet Bhabhi…”
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier as she watched herself sucking him so eagerly. She bit her lip, unable to deny how hot the video looked.
 
Bhola smiled and whispered,
 
“Bhabhi… aapko dekh kar lagta hai ki aap iske liye bani ho… mera lund choosne ke liye… aapki sundar si face… mera mota lund muh mein liye hue… bahut sexy ho aap…”
“Bhabhi… looking at you, it feels like you were made for this… for sucking my cock… your beautiful face… with my thick cock in your mouth… you look so sexy…”
 
Simran didn’t reply. She just kept staring at the video, her thighs pressing together as fresh wetness leaked between her legs.
 
The evidence of her submission was now saved forever on her own phone.
 
 
Simran sat there on the bed, still breathing heavily, her lips swollen and shiny, thick strands of Bhola’s cum still clinging to her chin and dripping slowly onto her heavy breasts. She stared at the phone in her hand, the video still playing on loop; her own face, eyes half-lidded with lust, mouth stretched obscenely around his massive cock, sucking and moaning like a desperate whore while cum overflowed from her lips.
 
She didn’t know what to say.
 
After a long, heavy silence, she finally whispered,
 
“Ab tum jaake ready ho jao. Mujhe bhi jaake ready hona hai.
“Now you go and get ready. I also have to go and get ready.”
 
Bhola nodded obediently, still naked, his spent but still impressive cock hanging heavy between his legs.
 
“Ji Bhabhi.”
 
Simran quickly adjusted her sundress, pulling the straps back up over her shoulders and smoothing the fabric over her cum-streaked breasts. She grabbed her phone and hurried out of his room, her legs still shaky from the intense orgasms.
 
Once upstairs in her own bedroom, she locked the door and leaned against it for a moment, heart pounding. She opened the video again and watched it in silence.
 
God… I look so sexy in this.
 
The sight of herself on her knees, sucking Bhola’s enormous cock with such hunger; her cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, eyes looking up at him with pure lust while thick cum leaked from the corners of her mouth; made her pussy twitch again. She had not only sucked her servant’s dick… she had swallowed his cum twice. And now it was all recorded.
 
She replayed the part where she had been on all fours, Bhola eating her pussy from behind, her body shaking violently as she squirted all over his face. The volcanic orgasm she had experienced was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her legs had given out, her mind had gone blank, and she had actually lost consciousness for a few seconds.
 
Things were changing very fast inside this house.
 
Simran shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away for now. She quickly took a bath, washing away the dried cum and milk from her body, but the memories refused to leave. After drying herself, she chose her outfit carefully; a pair of stretchable black capri pants that hugged her pear-shaped ass perfectly, accentuating every curve and making the soft, round globes look even more inviting. On top she wore a simple but low-cut white top that showed a generous amount of cleavage. The fabric was soft and clung to her heavy breasts, her nipples faintly visible whenever she moved.
 
She looked incredibly sexy; the kind of woman who could make any man lose his mind.
 
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Around 10 PM, Ravi finally arrived home. Bhola had picked him up from the airport and brought him back safely. Ravi looked tired but happy to be home. He had dinner with Simran at the dining table while Bhola served them quietly.
 
After dinner, they went upstairs to the bedroom to retire for the night. Ravi changed into his nightwear and lay down on the bed, pulling Simran closer.
 
“Simran… how was your day?” he asked, kissing her forehead softly.
 
Simran froze for a split second, her mind flashing through everything that had happened; Bhola’s cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum, the way she had moaned like a slut while sucking him, the intense orgasms he had given her with his tongue, the video now saved on her phone.
 
She forced a small smile and snuggled closer to her husband, trying to sound normal.
 
“It was… fine. Just the usual. Preeti came over in the evening. We talked for a while. How was your flight?”
 
Ravi started telling her about the journey, completely unaware of the storm that had been raging in his own house just hours earlier.
 
Simran listened, nodding at the right moments, but inside her head, the guilt and excitement battled fiercely.
 
The night had finally brought Ravi back home.
 
But the secrets between the walls of their house had grown much heavier.