Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Neither of them spoke for a while.
 
Only the sound of their breathing could be heard in the room.
 
Simran slowly lifted herself off Bhola’s face, her thighs trembling. Her lips and chin were shiny with his thick cum. She wiped her mouth on the corner of the pillow, then leaned down and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue. The kiss was slow, messy, and full of heat.
 
She pulled back slightly and looked at him. Bhola’s chest was still rising and falling heavily — he looked a little tired after such an intense orgasm. But his massive cock was still rock hard, standing tall and proud, twitching with every heartbeat.
 
Simran smiled softly, a mix of shyness and determination in her eyes. She had made up her mind.
 
She slid down his body and took his cock back into her mouth. This time she sucked him gently, almost lovingly — like she was feeding a hungry baby that needed care to stay awake. Her soft, full lips wrapped around the fat head, sucking slowly and tenderly while her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside.
 
“Mmmhh…” she moaned softly around his thickness.
 
Whenever she felt him softening even a little, she would pull off his cock, move up, and push one of her heavy, leaking breasts into his mouth.
 
“Pi lo… doodh pi lo Bhola…” she whispered breathlessly.
“Drink it… drink the milk Bhola…”
 
Bhola latched on immediately, sucking her nipple hard. Warm milk flowed into his mouth, and the taste seemed to revive him. His cock would twitch and grow even harder in her hand. Simran would let him drink for a few seconds, then pull her tit away with a soft pop and go back down to his cock, licking and sucking him again with renewed hunger.
 
She was amazed.
 
No matter how much he came, his cock stayed incredibly hard. It would throb powerfully in her mouth, veins bulging, the head leaking fresh precum every time she sucked on it. She kept alternating — feeding him her milk, then worshipping his cock — her soft moans filling the room.
 
“Aaahhh… tum itna sakht kaise ho jaate ho har baar…”
“Aaahhh… how do you get so hard every time…”, she whispered shyly, almost in wonder, as she licked a long stripe up his thick shaft.
 
After several minutes of this teasing cycle, Simran finally pulled away from his cock. Her lips were swollen and shiny. She looked into his eyes, her voice soft but filled with need.
 
“Ab… mujhe chahiye… main chahti hoon ki tum ab karo…”
“Now… I want it… I want you to do it now…”
 
She lay down on her back in the center of the bed. Her short red nightie was already bunched around her waist. She folded her legs at the knees and let them fall open, completely exposing her smooth, dripping pussy to him. Her swollen pink lips were glistening, slightly parted, ready and waiting. The mangalsutra rested between her heavy breasts, rising and falling with her quick breaths.
 
Bhola got up on his knees between her spread thighs. He knew he couldn’t just push inside. Even though she was wet, his cock was simply too big. He needed to prepare her properly.
 
He leaned forward and started kissing her soft inner thighs — slow, wet kisses moving higher and higher. His hands gently caressed her legs as his mouth worshipped her smooth skin. He could smell her arousal clearly now — sweet, musky, and intoxicating.
 
His massive cock hovered just above her pussy, the thick head occasionally brushing against her swollen lips as he moved, leaving a trail of his precum on her skin.
 
Simran’s breathing was getting faster. She watched him with half-lidded eyes, her body trembling in anticipation as Bhola continued kissing and licking her thighs, slowly working his way closer to her dripping entrance.
 
His huge, dark cock rested heavily against her pussy now — the fat head nestled right at her wet opening, throbbing with need, ready to stretch her open.
 
Bhola knelt between Simran’s spread thighs, his massive cock still rock hard and glistening from her earlier sucking. He looked down at her naked body — her heavy breasts rising and falling, the thin gold mangalsutra resting between them, and her smooth, wet pussy completely exposed. A strange mix of lust and nervousness was visible on his face.
 
He slowly reached down and held his thick cock in his hand. Instead of pushing inside, he placed it flat against her lower abdomen, letting the heavy shaft rest over her pussy and stomach.
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
The contrast was shocking.
 
Bhola’s cock was so long and thick that it easily covered her entire pussy, went past her belly button, and still reached a good few inches above it. The fat, dark head rested somewhere between her navel and the lower curve of her breasts. It looked impossibly big against her smooth, fair stomach — like a thick, veiny black rod lying over her soft, delicate body.
 
Simran stared at it, her lips slightly parted in shock. She had felt it in her mouth and in her hands, but seeing it like this — placed over her stomach, showing exactly how deep it would go inside her — made her breath catch in her throat.
 
Bhola was also staring at the same sight. His face looked tense. His breathing had become heavier. He could feel the warmth of her soft stomach against his cock, and the reality of the size difference was hitting him hard.
 
Simran noticed the tension on his face. She reached up and gently touched his arm.
 
“Soch mat, Bhola…” she said softly, her voice shy but reassuring. “Tu mujhe chot nehi pahuchayega. Main theek rahungi. Dheere-dheere karna… theek hai?”
“Don’t think, Bhola…” she said softly, her voice shy but reassuring. “You won’t hurt me. I’ll be fine. Do it slowly… okay?”
 
Bhola looked into her eyes and gave a small nod, though the nervousness in his eyes hadn’t completely disappeared.
 
He didn’t push inside yet.
 
Instead, he held his cock and started rubbing the thick shaft slowly up and down along her wet pussy and lower stomach. The heavy length slid over her smooth skin, sometimes pressing against her swollen clit, sometimes just resting on her soft belly. He moved his hips in slow, controlled motions — dry humping her without actually entering.
 
Every time the underside of his cock dragged over her sensitive clit, Simran’s body trembled.
 
“Aaahhh…” she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering.
 
Bhola bent down over her while continuing to rub his cock against her. He kissed her neck first — slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of her throat. Then he moved lower and kissed the soft skin between her breasts, right over her mangalsutra. His lips were warm and wet as he kissed the inner curves of her heavy breasts.
 
Simran’s hands came up and held the back of his head, her fingers gently running through his hair.
 
Bhola kept moving. He kissed one nipple, then the other, sucking on them gently for a few seconds each time, drawing small amounts of milk into his mouth before releasing them. All the while, his thick cock kept sliding back and forth over her wet pussy and stomach in slow, teasing strokes.
 
Simran’s moans were soft and continuous.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…”
 
He came back up and kissed her lips. This time the kiss was deeper. Their tongues met and moved slowly against each other as he continued grinding his cock against her body. The head of his cock would sometimes catch against her clit, making her hips jerk upward slightly.