Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He swiped his index finger through the leaking juices, collecting the warm, sticky nectar, and brought it to his mouth. He licked it clean with a low, hungry groan.
 
“Mmm… Bhabhi… aapki choot ka ras itna tasty hai… kitna geeli ho rahi ho aap…”
“Mmm… Bhabhi… your pussy juice is so tasty… you’re getting so wet…”
 
Simran’s hips lifted slightly on their own, pushing her pussy upward, exposing her glistening lips even more perfectly. She was dripping, the thin white panties completely soaked and transparent, clinging to every swollen fold.
 
She started sucking his dick like crazy now — head bobbing faster, taking more of the thick shaft into her warm, wet mouth. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room: slurp… gluck… mmmphhh… sluuuurp…
 
Bhola groaned and shifted his position. He moved so that his head was near the edge of the bed, still keeping his cock in her mouth. He positioned himself behind her head, leaning over her so he could reach her breasts easily.
 
Simran kept sucking hungrily, her tongue working the underside of his shaft while her hands stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.
 
Bhola reached down and started massaging her heavy, leaking tits with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling her stiff nipples between his fingers.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… aapki chuchiyan itni badi aur doodh bhari hain… main inhe din bhar choos sakta hoon…”
“Aaahhh… Bhabhi… your boobs are so big and full of milk… I can suck them the whole day…”
 
Simran moaned loudly around his cock, the vibration traveling down his shaft.
 
“Ummmmphhh… gluck… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola kept mauling her breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples while she sucked him with wet, sloppy enthusiasm. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of her mouth working his thick lund and his hands squeezing her milky tits.
 
Suddenly, Bhola felt his balls tighten. He had been holding back, but the sight of her sucking him so greedily while he played with her tits pushed him over the edge.
 
He grabbed the base of his cock and started jerking it fast.
 
Within seconds, he exploded.
 
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted into Simran’s mouth in powerful waves. She moaned loudly, her eyes widening as she tried to swallow the massive load.
 
“Gluck… gluck… ahhhhmmmm… mmmphhh… gluuuuck…”
 
Wave after wave of thick, creamy cum flooded her mouth, filling it completely. Some spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits. Simran gulped desperately, swallowing as much as she could, making loud, wet gulping sounds.
 
“Ammmmm… gluck… ahhhhmmmm… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola groaned deeply, his cock jerking in her mouth as he emptied his heavy balls.
 
When the last powerful spurt finally stopped, Simran slowly pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet *pop*. Thick strings of cum connected her lips to the head. She looked up at him, face messy, lips swollen, eyes glassy with satisfaction.
 
She leaned forward and planted a soft, loving kiss on the sensitive tip.
 
Bhola let his still-hard cock swing freely between his legs, not bothering to tuck it back in. He moved down between her legs, folded her knees up toward her stomach, and spread her thighs wide.
 
Her pussy lips parted beautifully — pink, swollen, dripping wet, the perfect, mesmerizing sight.
 
Bhola leaned down and gave her pussy a deep, open-mouthed smooch, his tongue pressing flat against her swollen folds.
 
Simran squirmed hard, letting out a sharp, surprised moan.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…!”
 
The morning was far from over.
 
Bhola slowly pulled his still-hard cock out of Simran’s mouth with a wet *pop*, thick strings of spit and cum connecting her swollen lips to the fat, glistening head. He looked down at her with a mix of satisfaction and lingering hunger.
 
“Bhabhi… abhi kaam bahut hai. Warna main aapko aur bahut mazaa deta… aapki choot ko choos-ta, aapko aur zor se mazaa deta… lekin abhi time nahi hai.”
“Bhabhi… there’s a lot of work right now. Otherwise I would have given you much more pleasure… I would have licked your pussy, given you even stronger orgasms… but there’s no time now.”
 
Simran was still catching her breath, her face messy with his cum, lips puffy and shiny. She looked up at him, voice hoarse and teasing.
 
“Bhola… tune mera muh mein lund kyun daala? Main toh sirf doodh chuswa rahi thi…”
“Bhola… why did you put your cock in my mouth? I was only getting my milk sucked…”
 
Bhola smiled down at her, his thick cock still twitching near her face.
 
“Bhabhi… main jaanta tha aapko pasand aayega. Aapka muh itna garam aur geela tha… aur aap itni pyari lag rahi thi mera lund chooste hue.”
“Bhabhi… I knew you would like it. Your mouth was so hot and wet… and you looked so adorable sucking my cock.”
 
Simran’s cheeks flushed, but she smiled shyly, still tasting him on her tongue.
 
“Haan… mujhe pasand aaya. Bahut pasand aaya.”
“Yes… I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
 
She got up from the bed, completely naked, her heavy breasts swaying, milk still leaking from her dark nipples, her pussy glistening with fresh arousal. She stepped closer to him, reached down, and wrapped her small hand around his thick, semi-hard cock. She gave it a slow stroke, then leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips.
 
“Bhola… tu itna saara maal kaise produce karta hai? Kitna thick aur kitna zyada tha… main toh bhar gayi thi.”
“Bhola… how do you produce so much maal? It was so thick and so much… I got completely full.”
 
Bhola groaned softly as she stroked him, his cock twitching back to life in her hand.
 
“Aapko pasand hai na Bhabhi?”
“You liked it, right Bhabhi?”
 
Simran kissed the tip of his cock again, licking a fresh drop of precum from the head.
 
“Bahut pasand hai… bahut tasty hai tera maal.”
“I liked it a lot… your maal is very tasty.”
 
Bhola’s voice dropped lower, full of filthy promise.
 
“Toh main aapko roz maal dunga, Bhabhi. Aap jab chahe, main aapke muh mein apna lund daal dunga aur pura maal pilunga.”
“Then I’ll give you maal every day, Bhabhi. Whenever you want, I’ll put my cock in your mouth and feed you all my maal.”
 
Simran smiled, still holding his thick shaft, giving it one last slow stroke.
 
“Theek hai… ab jaa, mujhe nahana hai. Ravi jaldi aane wala hai.”
“Okay… now go, I have to take a bath. Ravi will be here soon.”
 
Bhola picked up her sundress and the small white panty from the floor and started walking toward the door.
 
Simran called after him.
 
“Bhola… yeh kapde kahan le ja rahe ho? Kya mujhe pura din nangi ghumna hai?”
“Bhola… where are you taking these clothes? Do I have to stay naked the whole day?”