Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Bhola… aaahhh… tu pagal ho gaya hai kya? Main phone pe baat kar rahi thi… aaahhh…!”
“Bhola… aaahhh… have you gone mad? I was talking on the phone… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking her pussy like a man possessed, his tongue moving rapidly inside her while his fingers fucked her from below. Her creamy white juices were now flowing down his chin and dripping onto the kitchen floor.
 
Simran’s head fell back against the cabinet as she moaned loudly, no longer able to control herself.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… meri choot… aaahhh… itna zor se nehi… main… aaahhh… mera pani… aaahhh…!”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… my pussy… aaahhh… not so hard… I… aaahhh… my juices… aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola stood up from between her legs, his face shiny with her juices. His eyes were dark and full of hunger. Without saying a word, he gently but firmly guided Simran down by her shoulders until she was kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of him.
 
Simran’s short frock had ridden up completely, her bare, swollen pussy still dripping and exposed. She looked up at him, breathing heavily.
 
“Bhola… kya kar rahe ho… main—”
“Bhola… what are you doing… I—”
 
Her words died in her throat the moment Bhola opened his fly and pulled out his monstrous cock.
 
The thick, black 12-inch rod sprang out heavily, pointing straight toward the ceiling like an angry weapon. It was rock hard, veins bulging all along the massive length, the fat purple head already leaking a thick drop of precum. It looked even bigger in the daylight — dark, heavy, and terrifyingly beautiful.
 
Simran stared at it, completely frozen. Her mouth fell slightly open. Her eyes were glued to the throbbing monster swaying just inches from her face.
 
She involuntarily licked her lips, her tongue sliding slowly across them. The moment she realized what she had done, shame flooded her face and she looked away, biting her lower lip.
 
Bhola stood there quietly, holding the base of his cock, letting her stare.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. Slowly, almost against her will, she leaned forward. She brought her nose close to the fat, leaking tip and took a deep, slow breath in. The strong, musky, masculine aroma of his cock filled her lungs — salty, slightly sweet, and intoxicating. Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed him in again, deeper this time.
 
She opened her mouth, lips trembling, and moved closer. First, she planted a soft, wet kiss right on the tip, tasting the fresh precum on her lips. Then she took another deep breath, the heavy head of his cock resting against her nose and upper lip, her warm breath blowing over it.
 
For a few long seconds, she stayed like that — lost in a trance, worshipping his cock with her face.
 
Then suddenly, she snapped out of it. Her eyes flew open and she quickly stood up, stepping back a little, her face burning with embarrassment.
 
“Bhola… tu bahut naughty ho gaya hai,” she said, her voice soft and shaky. “Wapas andar daal ise. Main abhi itna saara maal pi chuki hoon… aur phir se taiyaar ho gaya hai yeh?”
“Bhola… you have become very naughty,” she said, her voice soft and shaky. “Put it back inside. I just drank so much of your maal… and it’s hard again already?”
 
She looked down at the massive, throbbing cock again. Her hand moved almost on its own. She gripped the thick shaft — her fingers barely able to wrap around its girth — and gave it a slow, firm shake.
 
“Uff… yeh itna sakht aur mota hai… tu isko kya khilata hai Bhola? Itna bada aur itna zor se khada rehta hai hamesha…”
“Uff… it’s so hard and thick… what do you feed it, Bhola? It stays so big and hard all the time…”
 
Her voice was trembling. Her whole body was shivering with need. Her pussy was clenching visibly, fresh cream leaking down her inner thighs. She was barely holding herself back from dropping to her knees again.
 
Bhola looked at her with that same innocent-yet-filthy smile and spoke in a low, husky voice.
 
“Bhabhi… yeh aapko dekh kar hi itna khada ho jaata hai. Aapki chuchiyan, aapki gaand, aapki geeli choot… sab isko paagal kar dete hain. Aap jab bhi mere saamne aati ho, yeh control mein nahi rehta.”
“Bhabhi… it gets this hard just by looking at you. Your boobs, your ass, your wet pussy… everything drives it crazy. Whenever you come in front of me, it doesn’t stay under control.”
 
Simran’s cheeks turned even redder. She gave his cock one more slow stroke, feeling it throb powerfully in her hand, then quickly let go as if it burned her.
 
“Bas… ab jaa. Market se kuch condiments le aa. Aur jaldi wapas aa.”
“Enough… now go. Get some condiments from the market. And come back quickly.”
 
She turned away from him, trying to compose herself, but her legs were still shaking and her short frock did nothing to hide how wet and needy she was.
 
Bhola tucked his massive, still-hard cock back into his pants with some difficulty, gave her one last hungry look, and headed toward the door.
 
The tension in the house was thicker than ever. Simran knew she was losing control faster than she could handle.
 
Simran stood in the kitchen for a long time after Bhola left for the market. Her legs were still weak, her pussy was still throbbing, and her mind was racing. She knew she was losing control. Every time Bhola came near her, things went too far. She had to talk to him. She had to make him understand that they needed to slow down, that they couldn’t keep doing this so openly and so recklessly.
 
When Bhola returned from the market with a small bag, Simran was waiting near the stairs. She looked at him and spoke in a low, firm voice.
 
“Bhola… apne room mein jaao. Main aati hoon.”
 
Bhola nodded quietly and went to his room without asking any questions.
 
A few minutes later, Simran walked into his room and closed the door behind her. Bhola was sitting on the edge of his bed. Without saying anything, Simran came close, lifted her short frock slightly, and sat down on his lap, straddling him. Her bare pussy pressed directly against the front of his pants. She could already feel the thick, hard shape of his cock underneath the fabric.
 
Bhola’s hands instinctively came to rest on her waist.
 
Simran looked at him seriously, her voice soft but steady.
 
“Bhola… tujh ko control karna padega. Bahut zyada control. Aaj subah jo hua… agar Ravi ghar pe hota toh kya hota? Socha hai kabhi?”
“Bhola… you have to control yourself. A lot of control. What happened this morning… if Ravi had been at home, what would have happened? Have you ever thought about that?”
 
Bhola lowered his eyes and spoke quietly.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… main sorry hoon. Main control nahi kar paaya.”
“Ji Bhabhi… I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself.”
 
Simran shook her head.
 
“Sorry se kuch nahi hoga Bhola. Agar ek baar Ravi ne humein aise pakad liya… toh sab khatam ho jayega. Hamesha ke liye. Main yeh nahi chahti ki sab khatam ho jaye. Main… main aage ka soch rahi hoon iske baare mein.”
“Sorry won’t fix anything, Bhola. If Ravi catches us like this even once… everything will be over. Forever. I don’t want everything to end. I… I’m thinking about the future regarding this.”
 
Bhola looked up at her, confused.