Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola had no intention of stopping.
 
Even as thick ropes of his cum were still leaking from the corners of Simran’s mouth, he kept his long middle finger buried deep inside her soaked cunt, curling it hard against her G-spot with every slow thrust. At the same time, his tongue dragged filthily between her swollen pussy lips and her tight little asshole — slurping loudly, licking up every drop of her thick white cream mixed with his spit.
 
“Slurrrrp… gluck… mmmphhh… slurrrrp…”
 
Simran was still trying to recover. Her face was a complete mess — one eye half-closed with his thick cum, her mangalsutra shiny and sticky, her heavy tits glistening with white streaks. His massive cock was still resting against her lips, rock hard and throbbing, showing no signs of softening even after shooting such a huge load.
 
She opened her mouth and lazily took the fat head back inside, sucking gently while her hand stroked the thick shaft. But she was too overwhelmed to suck properly anymore. Instead, she relaxed and started planting soft, wet kisses all along the heavy length — from the base near his balls all the way up to the leaking tip. Every time she kissed it, a fresh bead of cum oozed out and she licked it clean.
 
“Ummmm… mmmphhh…” she moaned softly against his cock, her voice hoarse.
 
She wrapped her fingers around the thick base and slowly rubbed upward toward the head, as if she was trying to milk more cum out of him. Her other hand gently cupped and squeezed his heavy balls while she kept kissing his cock like it belonged to her — soft, loving, filthy kisses all over the veiny shaft.
 
Bhola groaned loudly into her pussy.
 
“Bhabhi… aap aise mat kijiye… aaahhh… main phir se… aaahhh…”
“Bhabhi… don’t do like this… aaahhh… I’m going to… aaahhh…”
 
But he didn’t stop eating her.
 
He was completely lost between her thick thighs. Her pussy looked obscene — swollen pink lips glistening like rose petals after rain, covered in thick, creamy white juices that kept leaking out. Droplets of her nectar clung to the sides of her lips and slowly dripped down toward her asshole. Bhola licked it all up greedily before pushing his long, strong tongue deep inside her cunt.
 
Simran’s body jerked violently.
 
“Aaahhh… Bholaaa…!”
 
His tongue was long and thick. It pushed deep into her undulating pussy, swirling and twisting inside her, fucking her with it. Every time he curled it upward, it dragged hard against her sensitive walls, making her hips buck wildly off the bed.
 
“AAHHHH… BHOLA… AAHHHH… MERI ….… AAHHHH… TU ANDAR TAK… AAHHHH…”
 
She was moaning nonstop now, her voice breaking. She tried to go back to sucking his cock but she was too far gone. She could only manage to hold it against her lips and moan around it while he destroyed her with his tongue.
 
Then Bhola did something that pushed her over the edge.
 
While his finger was still knuckle-deep in her pussy, he pulled his tongue out of her cunt and dragged it lower… straight toward her tight, untouched asshole.
 
The moment she felt his wet tongue press against her forbidden hole, Simran’s entire body reacted.
 
“BHOLAAAAA… NAAHI… AAHHHH…!”
 
She clamped her thick thighs shut around his head like a vice, trapping his face between her legs. Her back arched off the bed as a violent orgasm tore through her.
 
“AAHHHHH… AAHHHHH… MAIN… MAIN ….… AAHHHHH… BHOLAAAAA…!”
 
Her pussy convulsed hard around his finger. A thick, creamy squirt mixed with her white juices sprayed out, soaking his mouth and chin. Her asshole clenched and fluttered right against his tongue as she came violently. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, her moans loud, broken, and shameless.
 
“AAHHHH… AAHHHH… RUK JA… AAHHHH… MERI GAAND MAT CHOO… AAHHHH… MAIN… AAHHHH… MAR JAUNGI… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Bhola didn’t pull away. He kept his tongue pressed firmly against her twitching asshole while his finger fucked her through the orgasm, slurping loudly as more of her thick juices flooded his mouth.
 
Simran was completely lost — thighs locked tight around his head, body trembling, moaning like a whore while her married pussy squirted all over her servant’s face.
 
And Bhola’s thick, hard cock was still resting against her cum-covered lips, twitching and ready for more.
 
Bhola finally slowed down.
 
Simran was still shaking, her thighs trembling around his head. Her voice came out hoarse and broken as she pushed weakly at his shoulders.
 
“Bhola… bas… aaahhh… please… chhod de… main… main nahi reh pa rahi… aaahhh…”
“Bhola… enough… aaahhh… please… leave me… I… I can’t hold it… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola understood. He slowly pulled his finger out of her soaked pussy and gave one last long lick across her swollen lips before lifting his face. His mouth, chin, and even his nose were shiny and wet with her thick white cream.
They both got up from the bed slowly. Simran’s legs felt weak. She stood there completely naked except for her mangalsutra, her heavy breasts rising and falling, her pussy visibly swollen and glistening. Her face was still a mess — streaks of Bhola’s thick cum were drying on her cheek, lips, and even near her eye.
 
Bhola looked at her and a small, satisfied smile appeared on his face. He reached for a towel lying nearby and gently wiped her face, cleaning the sticky cum from her skin with soft strokes.
 
Simran watched him quietly for a second, then stepped forward and pulled him into a deep, messy kiss. Their tongues met immediately, and she could taste herself on his lips.
 
She broke the kiss after a few seconds, breathing heavily.
 
“Tu pagal ho gaya hai Bhola… sach mein. Agar Ravi ghar pe hota toh? Kya karte hum dono?”
“You have gone completely mad, Bhola… really. What if Ravi was at home? What would we both do?”
 
Bhola didn’t reply with words. He simply looked down at his own cock — still thick, heavy, and rock hard, glistening with her spit and his own cum. A small, shameless smile appeared on his face as he looked at it, then back at her.
 
Simran followed his gaze. She stepped closer, bent down slightly, and planted a soft kiss right on the fat, leaking tip of his cock. A fresh drop of cum touched her lips.
 
“Control mein rakh ise,” she said softly, her voice still a little shaky. “Bahut badmash ho gaya hai yeh aaj.”
“Keep it under control,” she said softly, her voice still a little shaky. “It has become very naughty today.”
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with lust. He stepped closer to her, his wet cock brushing against her stomach. His voice came out low, thick, and filthy.
 
“Bhabhi… aap itni sundar aur garam kyun ho? Aapki chuchiyan itni badi aur soft hain… doodh itna meetha aur garam nikal raha tha unme se. Aur aapki choot… waah Bhabhi… itni geeli, itni swadisht… jaise koi gulaab ki pankhudi ho… aur upar se itna thick, white, creamy paani nikal raha tha. Main toh bas choosta hi reh gaya. Aapki gaand bhi itni moti aur soft hai… main toh usko masalta hi reh sakta hoon din bhar.”
“Bhabhi… aap itni sundar aur garam kyun ho? Aapki chuchiyan itni badi aur soft hain… doodh itna meetha aur garam nikal raha tha unme se. Aur aapki choot… waah Bhabhi… itni geeli, itni swadisht… jaise koi gulaab ki pankhudi ho… aur upar se itna thick, white, creamy paani nikal raha tha. Main toh bas choosta hi reh gaya. Aapki gaand bhi itni moti aur soft hai… main toh usko masalta hi reh sakta hoon din bhar.”
 
As he spoke, he kept leaning forward and kissing her — on her lips, then her neck, then back to her lips again. His hands came up and gently cupped her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing over her still-wet nipples.