Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola kept massaging her ass with slow, sensual strokes, his thumbs occasionally brushing dangerously close to her asshole and the wet lips of her pussy.
 
After a few minutes, he spoke softly.
 
“Bhabhi… palat jaiye please.”
“Bhabhi… turn over please.”
 
Simran hesitated for a long second, her body trembling with a mix of shame and arousal. Then, almost against her will, she slowly turned onto her back, completely naked now, her heavy breasts, soft belly, and glistening pussy fully exposed to him.
 
The massage was far from over.
 
Simran lay on her back, completely naked except for the thin white panties that were already soaked. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with her quick breaths, dark nipples stiff and leaking tiny drops of milk. She looked up at Bhola with wide, nervous eyes.
 
“Bhola… no… main nangi hoon… yeh galat hai…”
“Bhola… no… I’m naked… this is wrong…”
 
Bhola’s voice was calm and reassuring, his hands still resting on her thighs.
 
“Bhabhi… chinta mat kijiye. Yeh sirf massage ke liye hai. Aapko comfortable feel hoga. Main kuch galat nahi karunga.”
“Bhabhi… don’t worry. This is only for the massage. You will feel comfortable. I won’t do anything wrong.”
 
Simran’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She covered her breasts with her arms, trying to hide them.
 
“Phir bhi… wada karo … koi naughty cheez nahi karoge. Bas massage… okay?”
“Still… promise me… you won’t do any naughty thing. Only massage… okay?”
 
Bhola didn’t reply with words. Instead, he gently but firmly turned her over onto her stomach again. He slid a pillow under her lower back, raising her abdomen and making her plump ass lift slightly into the air. The position left her completely vulnerable — ass up, legs slightly parted, her soaked panties stretched tight over her pussy.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. She knew where this was heading, yet a dark part of her was waiting for it. Her heart pounded as she felt the cool air on her exposed skin.
 
Bhola poured more warm oil on his palms and started massaging her thighs again. His strong hands kneaded the soft, milky flesh, thumbs pressing deep into the inner thighs. Simran started laughing uncontrollably from the tickling sensation.
 
“Bhola… hehe… ruk… itna mat kar… gudgudi ho raha hai… aaahhh… ruko!”
“Bhola… hehe… stop… don’t do so much… it’s tickling… aaahhh… stop!”
 
She tried to get up, squirming and giggling, but Bhola placed a firm hand on her lower back and gently pushed her back down.
 
“Bhabhi… oil gir jayega. Shaant rahiye… relax…”
“Bhabhi… the oil will spill. Stay calm… relax…”
 
Simran kept laughing, her body shaking, ass jiggling with every movement. Bhola’s hands moved higher, dangerously close to her ass cheeks.
 
“Bhola… please… main nahi kar sakti… haa haa… mujhe gudgudi mat karo!”
“Bhola… please… I can’t… haa haa… stop tickling me!”
 
Bhola smiled and suddenly changed tactic.
 
“Okay Bhabhi… pehle main doodh pee leta hoon phir.”
“Okay Bhabhi… let me drink the milk first then.”
 
He moved up quickly, flipped her onto her back again, and latched onto her left tit. He sucked hard and deep, drawing out thick streams of warm milk with loud, greedy slurps.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… no… aise nahi… main nangi hoon… aaahhh… dheere…!”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… no… not like this… I am naked… aaahhh… slowly…!”
 
But Bhola kept sucking, squeezing her breast firmly with one hand while drinking from the other. Milk leaked from the corners of his mouth as he fed hungrily. Simran tried to push his head away, but her strength was fading.
 
“Bhola… please… aaahhh… meri chuchiyan… bahut sensitive hain aaj…”
“Bhola… please… aaahhh… my boobs… are very sensitive today…”
 
Bhola pulled off for a second, mouth full of milk, and kissed her deeply. Simran moaned into the kiss as he pushed the warm milk onto her tongue. Their tongues tangled messily, sharing the sweet liquid in a long, passionate smooch.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…”
 
He broke the kiss and went back to sucking — this time for a full five minutes, alternating between both breasts, sucking hard and deep, making her moan and squirm. Every now and then he would feed her more milk with another deep, tongue-filled kiss.
 
Finally, he moved back down to her belly. He poured a few drops of oil into her belly button and started massaging it slowly with his thumb, circling the sensitive spot.
 
Simran giggled again, her body twitching.
 
“Bhola… hehe… yeh kya kar rahe ho… tickle ho raha hai…”
“Bhola… hehe… what are you doing… it’s tickling…”
 
Then, without warning, he dripped a few warm drops of oil directly onto her pussy, right over the thin white panties. The oil soaked through the fabric instantly, making it cling even more obscenely to her swollen lips.
 
Simran jumped with a sharp gasp.
 
“Bhola… kya kar rahe ho?! Aaahhh… nahi… wahan mat…”
“Bhola… what are you doing?! Aaahhh… no… not there…”
 
She tried to pull his hand away, but Bhola was stronger. He gently pressed his fingers against her pussy over the panties and started massaging in slow, deliberate circles.
 
Simran’s protests grew weaker.
 
“Bhola… please… aaahhh… yeh galat hai… mat karo wahan…”
“Bhola… please… aaahhh… this is wrong… don’t do it there…”
 
But Bhola had other plans.
 
In one swift motion, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his massive, rock-hard cock, and shoved the thick head straight into her open mouth, muffling her protests completely.
 
“Mmmphhh…!!”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock as the fat head stretched her lips wide. Bhola folded his right leg on the bed for balance and started moving his hips slowly, sliding the thick cock in and out of her mouth.
 
Simran moaned around the girth, her hands instinctively gripping his thighs. She started sucking him again, her tongue swirling around the head as Bhola fucked her mouth with slow, deep strokes.
 
The room was once again filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her sucking and his low groans.
 
Bhola’s hands moved lower, gliding over Simran’s soft, oiled belly with slow, deliberate circles. His thumbs pressed gently just above her pubic bone, massaging the sensitive area right before her pussy. Simran’s eyes were closed, her breathing heavy and dreamy. She had Bhola’s thick, rock-hard cock in her mouth, sucking on it lazily like a child with a lollipop — slow, wet, sensual pulls, her tongue swirling around the fat head, tasting the sweet-salty precum that kept leaking onto her tongue.
 
“Ummmm… mmmphhh…” she moaned softly around the girth, her lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing gently as she nursed on him.
 
Bhola’s fingers traced the inner lines of her thighs, brushing right along the edges of her swollen pussy lips without actually touching them. He could see a thin, translucent string of her slick slowly escaping from between her puffy pink folds, dripping down toward her asshole. The sight made his cock twitch hard in her mouth.