Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Ji Bhabhi. Aap araam karo. Main sab sambhal lunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi. You rest. I’ll handle everything.”
 
Simran went upstairs to her bedroom, closed the door, and lay down on the bed. The events of the morning kept playing in her head — Bhola’s rough sucking, his tongue in her pussy, his massive cock in her mouth, the risky phone call with Ravi. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was still buzzing.
 
She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep, much-needed sleep.
 
It was evening when Simran finally woke up. The room was dimly lit by the setting sun filtering through the curtains. She stretched lazily on the bed and immediately felt the sticky humidity on her skin. The day had been hot and the intense morning activities had left her sweaty and slightly sore. She decided to take a long, refreshing bath.
 
She spent a good amount of time in the bathroom. She washed herself thoroughly, making sure every inch of her body was clean. She carefully trimmed her pussy, shaping the soft hair neatly so her swollen pink lips looked smooth and inviting. She soaped her heavy breasts, her round ass, and between her thighs with extra care, then applied a fragrant jasmine body wash that left her skin glowing and smelling sweet and seductive.
 
As the warm water ran over her body, her mind was made up.
 
Today I’m going to take Bhola as my lover. Not just for sucking my milk… but completely. I want that huge cock inside me. I want him to fuck me and give me the baby Ravi can’t. But I’m not stupid… I already took the pill after lunch. I’m not ready to get pregnant yet, but I do want to feel him deep inside me.
 
She dried herself slowly, enjoying the feel of the towel on her sensitive skin. She chose a short, smooth red nightie — the one she often wore at home. It was soft and silky, clinging gently to her curves. Today, she deliberately skipped the panty. The nightie was short enough that it barely covered the lower curve of her ass, and because her breasts were so full and heavy, her thick nipples poked prominently through the thin fabric. The dress hugged her juicy ass perfectly, the material stretching over the round globes. Her milky-white, strong thighs looked incredibly smooth and soft — so flawless that it felt like one could slip just by running their hands over them.
 
She stood in front of the mirror and added the final touches: deep red nail polish on her fingers and toes, and dark eyeliner that made her eyes look even more seductive and smoky. She let her hair fall loosely over her shoulders. When she looked at herself, she felt a rush of heat between her legs.
 
She was dripping with sex — a beautiful, fertile, married woman dressed like pure temptation, ready for her young lover.
 
Bhola came upstairs quietly with a glass of warm milk mixed with the special powder. He knocked softly and entered when she told him to come in.
 
The moment he saw her, his eyes widened slightly. The short red nightie, the way her nipples poked through the fabric, the smooth expanse of her thighs, the dark seductive eyes — she looked breathtaking. But Bhola, being Bhola, didn’t say anything dramatic. He just stood there, living completely in the moment, holding the glass of milk.
 
Simran smiled softly at him. Both of them had unconsciously decided the same thing — no more heavy planning. If it happened, it would happen naturally. If not, then not.
 
She took the glass from his hand, her fingers brushing against his.
 
“Thank you, Bhola,” she said gently, taking a sip while looking at him over the rim of the glass.
 
The air in the room was thick with unspoken desire. Simran’s bare pussy was already starting to get wet again under the short nightie, and Bhola’s cock was slowly stirring inside his pants as he stood close to her, breathing in her jasmine scent.
 
Neither of them rushed anything.
 
They were simply there — a married woman and her servant, standing on the edge of something much deeper.
 
Simran took the glass of warm milk from Bhola’s hand and drank it slowly in front of him, her eyes locked with his. A few drops of the thick, white milk escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. When she lowered the glass, her full, red lips were glistening with a shiny layer of milk, making them look obscenely wet and inviting.
 
Bhola stared at her lips, completely mesmerized. In his mind, he replaced the milk with his own thick, creamy cum — imagining her beautiful red lips coated and dripping with his heavy load, strings of it stretching from her mouth as she tried to swallow everything he gave her.
 
*Can I produce enough for her mouth… and then for her pussy?* he thought. He had read online that the more cum a woman receives, especially deep inside, the higher the chances of pregnancy. It needed to be done often — very often. That thought made his already stirring cock twitch harder in his pants. Luckily, he had been regularly drinking the special herbal powder his Komal Bhabhi had given him back in the village — the one meant to increase virility and semen volume. He felt stronger, heavier down there, and ready.
 
Simran noticed his intense stare and tilted her head slightly.
 
“Bhola… kya hua? Aise kyun dekh rahe ho mujhe?”
“Bhola… what happened? Why are you looking at me like this?”
 
Bhola snapped back to reality but didn’t answer with words. Instead, he stepped closer, took the empty glass from her hand, and placed it on the side table. Without warning, he leaned in and licked her upper lip slowly, tasting the sweet milk mixed with her own taste.
 
Simran gasped, taken aback by his bold move.
 
“Bhola…!”
 
But he didn’t stop. He sucked her upper lip gently into his mouth, cleaning the milk off it with his tongue, then moved to the lower lip, sucking it softly too. His hands came up and grabbed her waist firmly, pulling her body against his.
 
The sudden pull lifted the hem of her short red nightie higher. In the mirror behind Simran, her beautiful, round ass came into full view — two perfect, milky-white globes that were incredibly plush and full. The ass had a deep, sexy curve where it rose outward from her lower back, creating a delicious shelf. It looked so soft and velvety that it begged to be grabbed, yet firm enough to jiggle beautifully with every movement. Even standing still, the cheeks were so thick and juicy that they pressed together naturally, almost completely hiding her bare pussy lips from behind. One hard slap on those cheeks would make them ripple and shake like jelly, then settle back into their perfect, heart-shaped fullness.
 
Bhola’s hands slid down from her waist to cup those magnificent ass cheeks from below, squeezing them possessively as he continued sucking on her lips.
 
Simran moaned softly into his mouth, her body trembling.
 
Her heavy breasts were also pushed up and forward by the way he was holding her, the thin red nightie stretched tight over them, her thick nipples poking out obscenely, still slightly sensitive and leaking tiny drops of milk from his earlier sucking.
 
Bhola broke the kiss for a second, breathing heavily against her lips, his voice low and rough.
 
“Bhabhi… aapke lips pe doodh lag gaya tha… main saaf kar raha tha…”
“Bhabhi… there was milk on your lips… I was cleaning it…”
 
But his hands kept kneading her plush ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, spreading her cheeks slightly and letting them bounce back. In the mirror, the reflection was pure sin — Simran’s curvy body pressed against him, her big ass being mauled, her nightie barely covering anything anymore.
 
Simran’s breathing was ragged. She could feel his massive, rock-hard cock pressing against her stomach through his pants, throbbing with need. She knew tonight was going to be dangerous… but she was no longer sure she wanted to stop it.
 
Simran closed her eyes for just a moment, trying to steady her breathing. That was all the invitation Bhola needed.
 
He leaned in and captured her lower lip between his own, sucking it gently at first, then harder. Her lips were so thick and full, soft like the juicy pulp of a ripe leeche — sweet, plump, and incredibly addictive. He pulled on it slowly, savouring the feel, before planting a full, deep kiss on her mouth.