Adultery The Forbidden Relief – My Wife's Secret

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Within a few minutes, she felt movement behind her. Two strong hands slid around her waist and moved upward to grab her heavy, wet breasts from behind. At the same time, she felt something thick and heavy press against her ass — his cock, already half-hard again, resting between her ass cheeks like a third hand.
 
Simran gasped and almost jumped.
 
“Bhola…!”
 
Before she could say anything more, she turned around in his arms. The moment she faced him, Bhola pulled her close and captured her lips in a deep kiss. The shower water poured over both of them as they stood there, kissing under the running water. His hands roamed over her wet body — squeezing her ass, sliding up her back, then coming back to her breasts.
 
Simran kissed him back for a few seconds, her hands resting on his chest. But when she felt his cock twitching and growing harder against her stomach, she pulled her mouth away.
 
She reached down between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his thick, heavy cock.
 
“No…” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Abhi nehi, Bhola. Baad mein.”
 
Bhola didn’t listen immediately. He leaned down and took one of her wet nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Warm water mixed with the milk that leaked out as he sucked. His other hand kept rubbing her body — sliding over her waist, her hips, and back to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.
 
Simran’s eyes fluttered. A soft moan escaped her lips as he sucked on her breast. For a moment, she almost gave in. Her fingers tightened around his cock, and her body leaned into him.
 
But then she pushed him away gently with both hands.
 
“Bhola… bas karo,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “Abhi nahi. Kaam karna hai. Bahut saara kaam baki hai.”
“Bhola… stop it,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “Not now. We have work to do. There’s still a lot of work left.”
 
Bhola stepped back slightly, but his eyes were still dark with hunger. He looked down at his own cock — it was now fully hard again, thick and heavy, pointing straight at her. Water ran down its length as it throbbed visibly.
 
Simran also looked at it. She could see it getting harder by the second, the veins bulging along the shaft.
 
She swallowed and looked back at his face.
 
“Bhola… not now,” she repeated, more softly this time. “Please.”
 
Bhola didn’t say anything. He just stood there under the shower with her, his massive cock standing erect between them, while water continued to pour over their bodies. His breathing was still heavy, and the look in his eyes made it clear that he was far from done.
 
Simran turned her back to him again, trying to focus on washing herself, but she could feel his presence right behind her — and the heat of his hard cock hovering dangerously close to her ass.
 
The tension in the small bathroom was thick.
 
Simran’s protests were growing weaker by the second.
 
Even as she told Bhola “not now,” her body was betraying her. Her fingers were still wrapped around his thick, heavy cock under the running water, and she was slowly stroking him without realizing it. Every time her hand moved up and down his shaft, he grew harder and thicker in her grip. The contrast of her small, fair hand against his dark, veiny cock looked obscene under the shower.
 
Bhola didn’t say anything. He simply stepped closer, pressing her back against the bathroom wall. The warm water kept falling over both of them as he leaned in and captured her lips again. This time, Simran didn’t pull away. Instead, she kissed him back — slowly at first, then with growing hunger. Her tongue met his, and soon they were kissing deeply, messily, water running between their mouths.
 
Her hand never stopped stroking him.
 
Bhola’s hands slid down to her ass. He grabbed both cheeks firmly and lifted her up in one smooth motion. Simran let out a small surprised gasp as her feet left the floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. Her arms went around his neck for support.
 
Now she was completely in his arms, her back against the wall, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest, and her bare ass resting right on top of his hard cock. The thick shaft was trapped between her ass cheeks, hot and throbbing against her skin.
 
Bhola didn’t waste time.
 
He leaned down and took one of her wet nipples into his mouth. The moment his lips wrapped around it, he sucked hard. Warm milk immediately flowed into his mouth, mixing with the shower water. Simran moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall as he drank from her. His tongue flicked over her nipple while he sucked, drawing more milk out with every pull.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” she breathed, her voice shaky.
 
While he sucked on her breast, Simran’s hips moved on their own. She started slowly rubbing her pussy against his cock. Her swollen lips slid up and down along his thick shaft, coating it with her wetness. Every time she moved, the fat head of his cock would brush against her clit, making her shiver.