Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s face turned red. She tried to push him back lightly, feeling extremely shy at his dirty words.
 
“Bhola… bas kar… aise mat bol… sharam aati hai mujhe…”
“Bhola… stop… don’t talk like this… I feel shy…”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. He kissed her again, deeper this time, while his filthy words continued against her mouth.
 
“Aapka muh bhi kitna garam aur tight hai Bhabhi… jab aap mera lund choosti ho na… aur jab main aapke muh mein jhadta hoon… aap itna saara pi leti ho. Aapki jeebh itni pyari hai… aur aapki choot ka taste… main kabhi nahi bhoolunga. Itna mazedaar hai na Bhabhi… jaise koi meetha aur namkeen doodh ho…”
“Your mouth is also so hot and tight Bhabhi… when you suck my cock… and when I cum in your mouth… you drink so much. Your tongue is so lovely… and the taste of your pussy… I will never forget. It’s so delicious Bhabhi… like some sweet and salty milk…”
 
Simran was getting more and more embarrassed. She placed both her hands on his chest and tried to create some distance, her voice soft and pleading.
 
“Bhola… please… mat bol aise… bahut ganda lagta hai… chup ho ja…”
“Bhola… please… don’t talk like this… it feels very dirty… be quiet…”
 
But Bhola only smiled and leaned in again, kissing the corner of her mouth while his hands slowly slid down to squeeze her bare ass.
 
Simran’s face was burning now. She looked down, avoiding his eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
“Tu bahut badmash hai… sach mein…”
“You are very naughty… really…”
 
Simran slowly sat up on the bed, her body still trembling from the intense orgasms. Her legs felt weak, her pussy swollen and sensitive, leaking her creamy juices down her thighs. She reached for her short nightie and slipped it back on, the thin fabric barely covering her heavy breasts and ass.
 
She bent down to pick up her small white panty from the floor, but when she tried to step into it, she noticed it was badly torn — the waistband stretched and ripped at the sides from Bhola’s rough pull earlier.
 
She looked at Bhola with a mix of embarrassment and complaint.
 
“Bhola… tune meri panty kyun phaadi? Ab kya pehnu main?”
“Bhola… why did you tear my panty? What will I wear now?”
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened again with fresh hunger. He got down from the bed, completely naked from the waist down, his thick monster cock still half-hard and swinging heavily between his legs. Without saying a word, he knelt down in front of her like a devotee.
 
He grabbed her right leg and lifted it high, resting it on his left shoulder. This position spread her legs wide open, completely exposing her freshly eaten, swollen pink pussy. Her puffy lips glistened with her own thick white cream and his spit. He gripped her left thigh firmly with his right hand and slid his other hand under her raised right leg to grab a handful of her soft, juicy ass cheek, pulling her dripping cunt right toward his face.
 
Before Simran could react, Bhola buried his mouth against her pussy and gave it a hard, hungry smooch — lips sucking on her swollen folds, tongue pressing flat against her clit.
 
“Aaahhhhhh… Bholaaa…!” Simran screamed in pure joy and pleasure, her hands flying to his head. Her knees buckled slightly as a fresh jolt of electricity shot through her body.
 
Bhola pulled back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with her juices.
 
“Kyuki aapki choot itni meethi aur garam hai Bhabhi… main intezaar nahi kar paaya… sorry… bahut tasty hai aapki yeh pink choot… main isko choosne ke liye pagal ho jaata hoon…”
“Because your pussy is so sweet and hot Bhabhi… I couldn’t wait… sorry… your this pink pussy is very tasty… I go crazy to lick it…”
 
Simran’s face flushed deep red. She was breathing heavily, her pussy throbbing right in front of his mouth.
 
“Bhola… utho… bas karo… theek hai… main nayi khareed lungi…”
“Bhola… get up… stop it… okay… I’ll buy a new one…”
 
Bhola stood up slowly, still holding her close. He leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips, letting her taste her own pussy juices on his tongue.
 
“Main khud select karunga Bhabhi… nayi panties… aapke liye… chhoti-chhoti… tight… jo aapki moti gaand aur geeli choot ko achhe se pakad sake…”
“I will select them myself Bhabhi… new panties… for you… small and tight… that can properly hold your thick ass and wet pussy…”
 
Simran felt another wave of shyness wash over her. She pushed him back gently, smiling despite herself.
 
“Pagal… ab jaane de mujhe… mujhe ready hona hai. Bahut ho gaya aaj subah.”
“Crazy… now let me go… I have to get ready. It’s been enough this morning.”
 
She quickly adjusted her nightie, gave him one last shy look, and ran upstairs to her bedroom, her bare ass jiggling under the short hem as she hurried away.
 
Bhola stood there in his room, watching her go with a satisfied, hungry smile, his thick cock twitching again at the sight.
 
Simran stood under the warm shower, eyes closed, water cascading over her heavy breasts and down her body. Her mind was a complete mess. She kept thinking about Bhola’s massive cock — how thick it felt in her hands, how it stretched her mouth, how it throbbed when she rubbed from his ass to his balls. She was terrified of it… and completely addicted to it at the same time.
 
She tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and let her tongue hang out shamelessly, imitating the way she had taken his cum earlier. The hot water ran into her open mouth as she imagined thick ropes of his warm, salty cum shooting across her tongue. Her pussy clenched hard at the filthy thought.
 
“This is all just foreplay… until he fucks me, this isn’t going to stop. I’m going crazy for his cock…”
 
She came downstairs a little later wearing a simple, short white frock that reached just below her ass. It looked cute and innocent from the front, but the length was dangerously short — enough to keep Bhola’s cock hard while still covering her privacy when she stood straight. She had paired it with small circular earrings that made her look even sexier. Her hair was loosely tied, a few wet strands sticking to her neck.
 
She went to the kitchen and started cutting vegetables when her phone rang. It was Ravi.
 
“Hey, I’ve cleared immigration. Waiting for the flight now,” he said.
 
Simran tried to sound normal while chopping.
 
“That’s good. Take care of yourself. When will you reach?”
 
They were making small talk when she suddenly felt movement behind her.
 
Bhola had come into the kitchen quietly. Without any warning, he knelt down behind her, lifted the hem of her short frock with both hands, and stared at her round ass covered only by a thin white panty. In one swift, hungry motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked the panty all the way down to her knees.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in shock. She almost screamed but quickly clamped her hand over her mouth.
 
“Mmmphhh…!”
 
In her panic, Simran blurted out without thinking,
 
“Bhola… kya kar raha hai?”
“Bhola… what are you doing?”