Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s initial sharp cries had slowly changed. The pain was still there, but it was no longer the only thing she was feeling. Every time Bhola pushed in, a new kind of moan would escape her lips — longer, breathier, and mixed with something else. Her hands had moved from his thighs to the bedsheets, gripping them tightly.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… dheere… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… slowly… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola could feel the change too. Her pussy was getting wetter, and the grip around his cock was becoming smoother, though still extremely tight. He could see her face — her eyes were half-closed now, and her moans were becoming more frequent.
 
He decided it was time to go deeper.
 
Instead of the slow push-and-retreat method, he started applying steady pressure, trying to push more of his thick shaft inside her. But after a certain point, he couldn’t go any further. It felt like he had hit a wall inside her. Simran’s body immediately reacted — she grabbed the bedsheets harder and tried to shift her hips away from him.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… ruk ja… aaahhh… bahut andar tak… aaahhh… nahi jaa raha…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… stop… aaahhh… it’s going too deep… aaahhh… it’s not going further…”
 
Bhola looked at her struggling face and felt a strange determination rise in him. He knew if he kept going like this, they would be stuck here forever. He took a deep breath, pulled his hips back until only the head was inside her, and then — calling on every bit of courage he had — he thrust forward in one hard, deep stroke.
 
His entire cock sank into her in one go.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open wide. A loud, piercing scream tore out of her throat as if someone had plunged something sharp deep inside her.
 
“AAHHHHHHH… BHOLAAAAA…!”
 
Her entire body went stiff. Her back arched violently off the bed, and her hands flew up to push against his chest. Tears instantly filled her eyes from the sudden, overwhelming stretch. She could feel every thick inch of him buried deep inside her — deeper than anything she had ever felt before.
 
Bhola stayed completely still on top of her, breathing hard, his cock fully sheathed inside her tight, married pussy. He could feel her walls clenching and spasming around his entire length, trying to adjust to the invasion.
 
Simran was panting heavily beneath him, her face wet with tears, her body trembling uncontrollably.
 
Bhola looked down at her with a mix of guilt and concern, but he didn’t pull out.
 
He knew there was no going back now.
 
Simran lay beneath Bhola, her body rigid and trembling. His entire cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her pussy in a way she had never experienced before. Tears were still clinging to the corners of her eyes from the sudden, brutal thrust. Bhola stayed completely still on top of her, not moving even an inch. He could feel her pussy walls clenching and spasming around his thick shaft, trying to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
 
He lowered his head and started kissing her — first her lips, then her cheeks, then down to her neck. He kissed her slowly and repeatedly, giving her time to breathe. His lips moved to her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples, drawing small amounts of milk into his mouth as he tried to soothe her. Simran’s breathing was ragged at first, but slowly, under his continuous kissing and soft touches, her body began to relax.
 
After several long minutes, Bhola felt her pussy loosen slightly around him. Her grip was still extremely tight, but it was no longer painfully clenched.
 
He lifted his head and looked at her.
 
“Bhabhi… ab theek ho?”
“Bhabhi… are you okay now?”, he asked softly.
 
Simran nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
“Haan… thoda… dheere se…”
“Yes… a little… slowly…”
 
Bhola took that as permission.
 
He slowly pulled his hips back, retreating only about two inches before pushing forward again. Simran let out a long, shaky moan.
 
“Aaahhh…”
 
He repeated the motion — pulling back a little more this time, then thrusting forward gently. Each time he moved, her pussy made wet, squelching sounds around his thick cock. Simran’s moans started coming more frequently.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh…”
 
Encouraged, Bhola began to move with a little more purpose. He would pull out until only the head remained inside, then push back in slowly but steadily. Simran’s moans grew louder and more uncontrolled with every stroke. Her hands were gripping the bedsheets tightly, her head turning from side to side.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… yeh… aaahhh… bahut andar tak… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… this… aaahhh… too deep… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola could feel her getting wetter. Her juices were coating his cock thickly now, making the movements smoother. He started thrusting a little deeper and a little faster. Within minutes, the room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
 
Simran was moaning almost continuously now, her voice soft but desperate.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… main… aaahhh… mar jaungi… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… I… aaahhh… I’ll die… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola’s confidence was growing. He wanted to give her more pleasure. Without saying a word, he suddenly pulled his cock out completely.
 
Simran’s eyes flew open in shock and disappointment. A soft, involuntary whimper left her lips at the sudden emptiness.
 
“Bhola…?”
 
Before she could say anything else, Bhola grabbed her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach in one swift motion. He pulled her hips up, making her get on her knees. Within seconds, she was in the same position he had eaten her ass in earlier — face down on the bed, ass raised high in the air.
 
Simran barely had time to react before she felt Bhola’s mouth on her pussy again. He gave her a few long, hungry licks, tasting her juices, before pulling back.
 
Then she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance once more.
 
Bhola held her hips firmly and pushed forward.
 
This time, his cock slid inside much more easily. He didn’t stop at the head. He kept pushing until his entire length was buried inside her in one smooth thrust. Simran let out a long, broken moan into the bedsheet.
 
“Aaahhhhhh…”
 
Bhola started fucking her.
 
At first, his strokes were still controlled, but within a few thrusts, he began going deeper and harder. The wet, slapping sounds of his hips meeting her ass grew louder with every stroke. His heavy balls started swinging and slapping against her pussy with every thrust.
 
Simran’s moans became uncontrollable.
 
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… aaahhh… bahut zor se… aaahhh… main… aaahhh…”
“Aaahhh… aaahhh… Bhola… aaahhh… what are you doing… aaahhh… too hard… aaahhh… I… aaahhh…”