Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

This went on for several long minutes.
 
Bhola kept kissing her — her lips, her neck, her breasts — while his massive cock rubbed slowly and heavily over her pussy and stomach. Simran’s juices were coating the underside of his shaft, making the sliding smoother and wetter with every stroke. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of his cock moving against her and their quiet, breathy moans.
 
Simran’s body was burning with need.
 
She finally reached down between their bodies with one hand. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, heavy cock. She gently pulled it downward until the fat head was resting right at the entrance of her pussy.
 
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire and nervousness.
 
“Ab… andar daal do,” she whispered softly.
“Now… put it inside,”
 
Bhola took a deep breath. Simran did the same.
 
He held his cock steady and slowly pushed forward.
 
The fat head pressed against her wet folds. Her pink pussy lips parted slowly as the thick head began to push inside. There was resistance — she was very tight compared to his size. Bhola pushed a little more firmly, and finally, the entire head slipped inside her.
 
“Aaahhh…” Simran gasped, her back arching slightly.
 
The head was now inside, stretching her entrance. Her pussy lips were wrapped tightly around the thick ridge of his cock head, holding it in place. Even though only the head had entered, it already felt incredibly full. The rest of his massive shaft was still outside, throbbing against her.
 
Both of them stayed completely still for a few seconds.
 
Bhola was breathing hard, his eyes fixed on where they were joined. He could feel how tight she was around just the head. It was nothing like the videos he had watched. This was real. She was warm, wet, and gripping him tightly.
 
Simran’s face showed a mix of pleasure and discomfort. She was biting her lower lip, her hands holding onto his arms.
 
Bhola looked at her with concern.
 
“Bhabhi… bahut tight hai…”
“Bhabhi… it’s very tight…”, he said quietly, his voice strained.
 
Simran nodded slowly, her voice soft and shaky.
 
“Haan… thoda ruk ja… dheere se…”
“Yes… stop for a bit… slowly…”
 
They both remained like that — connected only by the head of his cock inside her, the rest of his thick length still outside, resting against her. The tension in the room was thick. Neither of them moved. They were both aware that this was just the beginning, and there was still a long way to go.
 
Bhola stayed frozen in place, with only the thick head of his cock inside Simran’s pussy. He could feel how incredibly tight she was — her walls were gripping just the head so strongly that it almost felt like she was trying to push him out. He looked down at her face and saw the discomfort clearly written on it. His heart started beating faster with worry.
 
“Bhabhi… nahi… main aur andar nahi jaa sakta,” he said softly, his voice tense. “Bahut tight hai… aapko dard hoga.”
“Bhabhi… no… I can’t go any deeper,” he said softly, his voice tense. “It’s too tight… it will hurt you.”
 
Simran was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
 
“Bhola… please… andar daal do,”
“Bhola… please… put it inside,” she whispered.
 
Bhola shook his head slightly.
 
“Nahi Bhabhi… aap ro padengi. Yeh bahut bada hai aapke liye. Main aapko hurt nahi karna chahta.”
“No Bhabhi… you will cry. This is too big for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
 
Simran’s frustration was growing along with the burning stretch between her legs. She reached up and held his face with both hands.
 
“Bhola… main bol rahi hoon na… daal do. Main handle kar lungi.”
“Bhola… I’m telling you… put it in. I’ll handle it.”
 
Bhola still looked unconvinced. He started to slowly pull his hips back, trying to take the head out. The moment he moved, Simran’s expression changed.
 
“Bhola… ruko!” she said, her voice rising. She quickly grabbed both of his thighs with her hands, stopping him from retreating. “Rukna mat… please.”
 
Bhola looked at her helplessly.
 
“Bhabhi… aap dard mein ho. Main dekh raha hoon.”
“Bhabhi… you are in pain. I can see it.”
 
Simran took a few deep breaths, trying to adjust to the thick intrusion. Her voice came out shaky but firm.
 
“Main theek ho jaungi… bas… dheere se karna. Videos mein jo dekha tha na… waisa karo. Main bol rahi hoon… rukna mat.”
“I’ll be fine… just… do it slowly. Do it the way you saw in the videos. I’m telling you… don’t stop.”
 
Bhola stared at her for a few seconds. He could see she was in pain, but he also knew that if he kept just the head inside like this, nothing would progress. Taking a deep breath, he nodded slowly.
 
“Thik hai Bhabhi… main dheere se try karta hoon.”
“Okay Bhabhi… I’ll try slowly.”
 
He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. Then he gently pushed forward again. Another inch slid inside her. Simran’s eyes squeezed shut and a sharp moan escaped her lips.
 
“Aaahhh…!”
 
Bhola immediately stopped.
 
“Ruk jaun?”
“Should I stop?”
 
Simran shook her head quickly, her fingers still gripping his thighs.
 
“Nahi… bas… ruk ja thoda… aaahhh…”
“No… just… stop for a moment… aaahhh…”
 
They stayed like that for almost a minute. Then Bhola slowly pulled back until only the head remained inside. Simran let out a long breath, as if she had been holding it. The moment he retreated, she felt a strange sense of relief mixed with emptiness.
 
Bhola waited a few seconds, then pushed forward again — a little deeper this time. Simran moaned again, louder this time. Her back arched slightly off the bed.
 
This became their rhythm.
 
Bhola would push in slowly and steadily, going a little deeper each time, then stay there for a few seconds before pulling back almost completely. Then he would push in again. He was being extremely careful, but even then, Simran’s pussy was gripping him so tightly that every movement felt intense for both of them.
 
Fifteen minutes passed like this.