[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Her magnificent, heavy tits spilled out instantly — full, swollen, and already leaking. They hung down beautifully in front of his face, creamy-white and impossibly soft, the thick dark nipples stiff and glistening with fresh beads of milk.
Bhola attacked them like a starving cub on its mother’s udders.
 
He opened his mouth wide and took a huge, greedy mouthful of her right breast — not just the nipple, but a thick chunk of the soft, warm flesh along with it. Then he sucked — violently, deeply, desperately. His cheeks hollowed dramatically as he pulled with raw, animalistic force. Thick, warm jets of sweet milk exploded into his mouth in powerful streams, filling him so fast he had to swallow loudly and greedily. Some still overflowed, running down his chin in messy white rivers and dripping onto the floor between her feet.
 
Simran’s eyes rolled back. “Aaaahhhhh…” she moaned, low and broken.
 
She immediately clamped both hands over her mouth to silence herself, but her body betrayed her completely. Her legs trembled violently. She widened her stance for balance, thighs shaking, the soaked white panty clinging obscenely to her swollen pink pussy lips as fresh love juice kept leaking out of her in hot, slippery pulses.
 
Bhola was relentless. He sucked her right tit like he wanted to drain her soul — loud, wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the kitchen. His hands lifted both heavy breasts from below, squeezing them roughly, milking them downward so the milk flowed even faster into his hungry mouth. He switched to the left one with a wet pop, a long string of milk stretching between his lips and her nipple before snapping, then latched on again even harder, sucking with deep, rhythmic pulls that made her entire breast jiggle and bounce against his face.
 
Milk was everywhere now — spraying across his cheeks, running down his neck, soaking the front of his shirt, dripping in warm trails down Simran’s bare stomach and soaking into the waistband of her palazzo.
 
From the living room, Ravi called out casually:
 
“Simmu… have you seen my phone charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”
 
Simran’s entire body tensed, but Bhola didn’t stop. He kept sucking her left tit like a man possessed, loud gulps and messy slurps continuing as milk overflowed from his mouth.
 
She somehow managed to answer, her voice shaky and breathy:
 
“I… I think it’s on the bedside table… ah… I’ll check for you in a minute…”
 
The moment she finished speaking, Bhola switched back to her right breast and sucked even more aggressively, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive nipple while his hands kneaded both tits hard, pressing them together around his face.
 
Simran was shaking uncontrollably now. The orgasm hit her suddenly and violently. Her pussy clenched hard, love juice flooding her panty and running down her thighs in hot streams. She bit down on her hand to stifle the moan, her whole body trembling as she came hard while Bhola continued drinking greedily from her hanging, leaking tits.
 
She was still mid-orgasm when she heard Ravi get up from the sofa and start walking toward the kitchen.
 
Panicking, she shoved Bhola’s head back with both hands. His mouth came off her right tit with a loud, wet pop, a powerful final spray of milk shooting across her chest and onto his face.
 
She frantically yanked her shirt down and buttoned two buttons with shaking fingers just as Ravi stepped into view near the counter.
 
Bhola smoothly rose to his feet and turned back to the stove like he had never left it, wiping his mouth quickly with the back of his hand.
 
Ravi walked closer, stretching his arms above his head.
 
“Found the charger yet?” he asked casually.
 
Simran forced a smile, face flushed, breathing still slightly ragged.
 
“Not yet… I’ll look properly after tea.”
 
The tension in the kitchen was suffocating.
 
Ravi had no idea that just seconds ago, his wife had been leaning over the counter, shirt pulled up, getting her tits violently sucked and milked by the servant while she came hard and silently behind the high counter — completely hidden from his view.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola’s mouth was still glistening with her milk.
 
Ravi stretched his arms above his head and yawned loudly from the sofa.
 
“I’m going upstairs for a bit. Don’t worry, I will take it.”
 
The words hit the kitchen like a gunshot. The tension in the air was already razor-sharp. Simran’s heart slammed against her ribs. She stood frozen behind the high marble counter, her upper body visible to the living area, everything below completely hidden.
 
The moment Ravi turned and started climbing the stairs on the right side of the hall, Simran spun around. She pressed her back against the cool edge of the counter, breathing fast, her hands gripping the marble behind her.
 
Bhola didn’t even wait for the sound of Ravi’s footsteps to fade.
 
He stepped forward, eyes dark and burning. With slow, deliberate fingers he caught the bottom hem of her checked shirt and lifted it upward on the left side. The fabric slid up her soft belly, exposing the heavy, swollen curve of her left breast. It was still half full, round and creamy, the dark nipple already leaking a slow, glistening trail of milk down the underside.
 
Bhola leaned in, bent his neck, and took the entire leaking tit into his mouth.
 
The first suck was deep and hungry. He sealed his lips around the thick nipple and pulled hard, drawing a thick jet of warm milk straight onto his tongue. Simran’s whole body jerked as if electricity had shot through her.
 
“Aaahhh…” she gasped, the sound barely contained.
 
Bhola’s hands slid under her shirt, cupping both heavy breasts from below, lifting them, squeezing them, milking them toward his mouth. He sucked like a man who had been denied for years — long, powerful pulls that made her tit stretch and jiggle in his mouth. Milk flowed freely now, filling his mouth faster than he could swallow. Some spilled from the corners of his lips, running down his chin and dripping onto her bare stomach in warm, sticky trails.
 
Simran’s legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand. Her hands flew to the back of his head, fingers digging into his hair, pulling him harder against her chest.
Bhola suddenly straightened a little. Without releasing her nipple, he slid his hands under her armpits, gripped her firmly, and lifted her. In one smooth, strong motion he sat her on the edge of the kitchen slab, her ass perched on the cool marble, legs dangling on either side of him. All the while his mouth never left her breast — he kept sucking greedily, eyes closed in pure bliss, cheeks hollowing with every deep pull.
 
“Bhola…” Simran whispered breathlessly, half protest, half plea.
 
He didn’t hear her. He was lost. Completely lost in his mission to empty those beautiful, leaking tankers.
 
He switched to the right tit with a wet pop, a spray of milk splashing across her chest. He latched on again, sucking even harder, his hands mauling both breasts now — squeezing, kneading, lifting them, pressing them together so he could feast on them like a starving animal. The wet, filthy sounds of his sucking filled the kitchen — loud gulps, messy slurps, the soft slap of his lips and tongue against her swollen flesh.
 
Simran moaned helplessly. She opened her legs wider, heels hooking behind his back, pulling him flush against her. Her soaked panty pressed directly against the thick, rigid bulge in his pants — his cock touching her for the second time, burning hot and rock-hard through the fabric, the massive head nudging right against her swollen clit.
 
Bhola groaned into her breast, the vibration shooting straight to her core. He sucked like a vacuum cleaner now — deep, rhythmic, relentless pulls that made her gasp sharply with every single one. Milk poured into his mouth in thick streams. He swallowed again and again, never slowing down, his hands roughly mauling her soft tits, thumbs rolling her stiff nipples, squeezing every last drop out of her.
 
Simran’s head fell back, mouth open in silent cries. She reached down with both hands and held her own shirt up high, completely exposing her magnificent leaking breasts to him, giving him total freedom. Her legs tightened behind his back, pulling him even closer, grinding her dripping pussy against the thick length of his cock through their clothes as another orgasm began building fast and deep inside her.
 
Upstairs, Ravi’s footsteps had gone quiet.
 
Down here, behind the high counter that completely hid them from view, Bhola was devouring her tits like they belonged to him — and Simran was letting him, holding her shirt up like an offering, legs wrapped around him, pussy leaking and throbbing against his hardness while milk flowed endlessly into his hungry mouth.
She was lost.
 
Completely, beautifully lost.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran was perched on the edge of the kitchen slab behind the high marble counter, legs spread wide, her soaked white panty grinding frantically against the massive, rock-hard bulge in Bhola’s pants. She couldn’t stop herself. Her ankles locked tight behind his back, heels digging into his ass as she rolled her hips like a whore in heat, rubbing her dripping cunt up and down the thick, burning length of his cock through their clothes. The fat head of his monster kept nudging her swollen clit with every desperate grind, sending white-hot sparks shooting through her body.
 
She was so fucking close.
 
Her heavy tits hung out of the open checked shirt, jiggling and bouncing as Bhola sucked them like a savage. Milk was spraying everywhere — thick white jets shooting into his mouth, overflowing down his chin, running in messy rivers over her stomach and soaking into her panty. Her nipples were swollen dark red, stretched long between his lips every time he pulled back before diving in again.
Bhola suddenly popped off her right tit with a filthy, wet smack. A long, sticky string of milk stretched between his shiny lips and her throbbing nipple before snapping. Without missing a beat he attacked the left one even harder, sucking with brutal, vacuum force, cheeks hollowed so deep it looked obscene. He gulped loudly, swallowing her warm, sweet milk in greedy, noisy mouthfuls while his hands mauled both tits, squeezing and lifting them, forcing more milk to gush out.
Simran was right there — right on the fucking edge.
 
Her pussy was clenching and fluttering, love juice pouring out of her in hot, sticky gushes, completely drenching her panty and smearing all over the front of his pants. Her clit was swollen and throbbing painfully against his thick cock, every grind pushing her closer and closer to that shattering orgasm she needed so badly.
 
Just a few more seconds… just a little harder…
 
Then Bhola suddenly pulled back.
 
He released her left tit with a loud, wet pop, milk spraying across her chest in a final messy arc. He looked up at her, eyes dark and hazy, lips glistening, chin dripping with her cream. Without a word he yanked her shirt down, covering her swollen, leaking breasts completely. Then he stepped back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave her a small, satisfied smile.
 
Simran sat there frozen on the counter, body screaming.
 
Her orgasm was right there — hovering, pulsing, agonizingly close — but now it was slipping away, leaving her empty and aching and furious. Her pussy was spasming around nothing, clit throbbing so hard it hurt, fresh slick still leaking down her thighs in thick, shameful trails. Her tits felt heavy and sore, nipples raw and hypersensitive, still leaking into the shirt in slow, warm pulses.
 
She was desperate. She was dying to cum. She needed it so badly her whole body was shaking.
 
She wanted to grab his head and shove him back between her tits. She wanted to rip her panty aside and grind her dripping cunt on his face until she squirted all over him. She wanted to beg him to finger her, to fuck her, to do anything to push her over that edge.
 
But she couldn’t.
 
She forced a shaky smile, slid off the counter on trembling legs, and adjusted her shirt with shaking fingers. Her panty was ruined — completely soaked, clinging obscenely to her swollen pussy lips, the crotch dark and dripping.
 
Bhola stepped back to the stove like nothing had happened, though the massive, angry bulge in his pants was impossible to miss.
 
Simran turned and walked upstairs on unsteady legs, every step making her soaked panty rub against her throbbing clit, every movement sending fresh waves of desperate, unsatisfied need through her body.
 
When she reached the bedroom, Ravi wasn’t sleeping.
 
He was sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, scrolling something on his phone.
 
Simran paused in the doorway, thighs pressed tight together, trying to hide how badly she was shaking.
 
“Didn’t sleep?” she asked, her voice still slightly hoarse and breathy.
Ravi looked up and gave her a tired smile.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Ravi smiled and put an arm around her. “Yeah. Can’t seem to sleep anymore. You okay? You look a bit flushed.”
 
“I’m fine,” she lied, placing a soft peck on his cheek. “Just warm.”
 
They talked for a few minutes about nothing — what to have for lunch, whether it would rain again — but Simran’s mind was elsewhere. Her hand rested on his thigh, fingers tracing slow circles. After a while she noticed his eyes were glued to his phone again.
 
“What are you seeing so intently?” she asked, nuzzling his neck and giving him another small kiss just below his ear.
 
Ravi looked up, a little embarrassed. “Actually… I was thinking about what we talked about last night. Preeti and Shikha’s plan. You said you’d ask her what happened. Did you message her yet?”
 
Simran blinked, then gave a small laugh and pecked his lips lightly. “Oh shit, I completely forgot. I’ll message her right now, okay?”
 
She pulled out her phone but didn’t type anything, instead turning to face him fully. She swung one leg over his lap and straddled him slowly, settling her weight on his thighs. The short checked shirt rode up high on her hips, the hem barely covering her ass. Her soaked panty pressed directly against the growing bulge in his pants as she sat on him.
 
Ravi’s hands instinctively went to her waist.
 
Simran smiled down at him, horny and playful, and leaned in to peck his lips again, lingering a little longer this time.
 
“So… you’re still thinking about it?” she teased, grinding her hips once, very subtly. “Again? Are you hooked on this thing now?”
 
Ravi chuckled, but his hands tightened on her hips. “Not at all. It’s just crazy to think about. Like… in some old books and stories, kings and warriors had hundreds of sons. How is that even possible? One man can’t do that alone. There must have been… arrangements.”
 
Simran tilted her head, curious, and pecked his cheek again, then his lips, her breathing getting slightly heavier.
 
“What kind of arrangements?”
 
Ravi’s hands slid lower, resting on the bare skin just above her ass as he explained.
“You know the Spartacus series? The TV show?”
 
Simran shook her head, still straddling him, slowly rolling her hips in tiny circles, grinding her dripping pussy against his hardening cock through their clothes.
“Tell me…”
 
Ravi’s voice dropped a little as he felt her moving on him.
 
“Spartacus was a real gladiator who led a huge slave revolt against Rome. In the show, the rich Roman ladies who owned the gladiator colleges… they used the gladiators for pleasure. Whenever they wanted. The lady of the house could pick any gladiator she liked and have him brought to her chambers. They would fuck her exactly how she wanted — rough, gentle, for hours. Sometimes multiple gladiators at once if she was in the mood. It was part of their duty. The gladiators had no choice. They had to service the mistress perfectly or face punishment.”
 
Simran’s breath hitched. She leaned in and kissed his lips again, deeper this time, her tongue brushing his for a second. Her hips rolled a little harder against his now-obvious erection.
 
“And the champion?” she whispered against his mouth.
 
Ravi’s hands squeezed her ass under the shirt.
 
“The champion gladiator… the strongest one… he got special privileges. He was given a private room and allowed to keep one female slave or whore for the entire night. He could fuck her as many times as he wanted. The other gladiators didn’t get that. Only the best one.”
 
Simran moaned softly into his mouth, kissing him again, slower and wetter. Her soaked panty was rubbing shamelessly against his hard cock now, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how wet she was.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“So… the lady could just… call any gladiator she wanted and make him fuck her however she liked?” she asked breathlessly, grinding down harder. “And the champion got to have a woman all night long… every night if he won?”
 
Ravi nodded, voice getting rougher as he felt her heat through his pants.
“Yeah… exactly like that.”
 
Simran’s eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed. She kissed him again, longer this time, her tongue slipping into his mouth while her hips moved in slow, filthy circles, rubbing her dripping cunt up and down the thick ridge of his cock.
 
Her tits were leaking freely now, two dark wet spots spreading across the front of her shirt, nipples rock-hard and aching.
 
She was so fucking horny she could barely think straight.
 
And all she could picture was Bhola — on his knees behind the counter, sucking her tits like an animal while she came all over his face.
 
She kissed Ravi again, deeper, hungrier, while her mind screamed for something much darker.
 
Simran straddled Ravi’s lap fully now, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. The short checked shirt had ridden all the way up to her waist, exposing the soaked white panty that was plastered to her swollen pussy. She looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted, breathing already ragged.
Her voice came out low and husky as she rolled her hips once, pressing her dripping cunt firmly along the thick ridge of his cock.
 
“Tell me…” she whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, “how did the Champion fuck the lady of the house? I want to know exactly how he took her.”
Ravi’s hands instantly gripped her bare ass under the shirt, squeezing the soft, full cheeks hard. He was already rock-hard beneath her, his cock straining painfully against his track pants.
 
“Fuck… you really want to hear that?” he growled, voice thickening with lust.
 
Simran answered by grinding down harder, dragging her soaked panty slowly up and down his entire length, letting him feel how hot and wet she was. She kissed his neck, then his jaw, then sucked lightly on his earlobe.
 
“Tell me,” she breathed, “every dirty detail.”
 
Ravi’s grip tightened, fingers digging into her ass as he started talking, voice low and filthy.
 
“The Champion… he was the biggest, strongest gladiator in the ludus. When the lady wanted him, they brought him straight to her private chambers. She would be waiting on her silk bed, already naked or in something sheer. He wouldn’t say a word. He’d just grab her, throw her onto her back, spread her legs wide and shove that massive, thick cock inside her in one brutal thrust. No foreplay. No mercy. He’d fuck her like he owned her — deep, hard, pounding strokes that made her scream and shake the entire bed.”
 
Simran moaned softly against his neck and started grinding faster, her soaked pussy lips parting around the thick outline of his cock, rubbing her swollen clit up and down his shaft again and again. Her heavy tits bounced inside the open shirt, wet spots growing darker as fresh milk leaked from her aching nipples.
 
Ravi’s breathing grew rougher. He didn’t know his wife was already in heaven — using every filthy word to chase the orgasm Bhola had left her hanging on.
 
“He’d flip her over, pull her ass up high and fuck her from behind like an animal,” Ravi continued, voice getting dirtier. “Slapping her ass red while he slammed into her cunt over and over. Sometimes he’d make her ride him, make her bounce on that huge cock while he sucked on her tits and pinched her nipples. He’d fuck her for hours — filling her pussy again and again until she was dripping his cum down her thighs. And when he finally came, he’d bury himself balls-deep and pump her full, holding her down so every drop stayed inside her.”
 
Simran was losing control.
 
She kissed him hard, tongue sliding into his mouth, then broke away to kiss and suck along his neck, her hips moving faster, grinding desperately on his cock like a bitch in heat. Her soaked panty made wet, obscene sounds every time she dragged her cunt along his thick shaft. Her clit was throbbing painfully, the pressure building so intensely she could barely breathe.
 
“Ahh… fuck… keep talking…” she whimpered, kissing his lips again, then his cheek, then sucking on his lower lip.
 
Ravi groaned, hands sliding up to squeeze her leaking tits through the shirt, feeling the wetness but thinking it was just sweat.
 
“He’d make her beg for it,” he rasped. “Make her say ‘please Champion, fill my married cunt’ while he destroyed her. Sometimes the lady would make him fuck her in front of her husband, just to show him how a real man takes a woman…”
 
That was it.
 
Simran’s orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave.
 
Her whole body seized up. Her thighs clamped around his hips, pussy spasming violently against his cock through their clothes. A hot, gushing flood of her juices soaked through her panty and into his track pants as she came hard — silently at first, then a broken, shaky moan escaped against his mouth.
 
She kept grinding through it, riding every pulse, her leaking tits pressed against his chest, nipples dragging against the fabric as her body trembled and shook on top of him.
 
Ravi thought she was just really turned on by the dirty talk.
 
He had no idea his wife had just cum violently on his lap while thinking about another man’s mouth on her tits and his monster cock grinding between her legs.
Simran buried her face in his neck, panting, still softly grinding as the aftershocks rolled through her, her soaked pussy still twitching against his rock-hard cock.
She smiled against his skin — satisfied, guilty, and already hungry for more.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Hey my horny guys and gorgeous gurls ❤️

I know… I know… I’ve kept you all waiting again this week ?

While you were refreshing the thread, biting your lips, and wondering what’s coming next, I was deep in the zone — slowly building every single scene, every touch, every moan, every dirty little detail just for you. The tension has been rising all week, and I wanted this weekend drop to hit you hard.

So here it is, fresh and hot, just the way you like it.

Now, while reading just… do one thing for me.

Imagine you are right there in the story. You’re the one whose heart is racing, whose breath is catching, whose body is reacting to every word. Feel the heat, the wetness, the throbbing, the guilt, the pleasure — everything. Lose yourself completely. This story belongs to you tonight.

And please… don’t just read and disappear. Be proactive. Drop me a comment, message, or DM anytime. Tell me which scene made you throb the most, what you want to see next, how it made you feel, or even just a simple “fuck, that was hot”. I read every single one and I love it when you talk to me. Your words turn me on as much as writing these stories does.

So go on, open the new chapter… and enjoy every single filthy word.

Happy shagging ?

Next update as usual, next weekend.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

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[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Sorry. I dont get time during weekdays. Only time is Saturdays and Sundays.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bro i dont know what to say. No human or AI can write so much in one day. If you know such a tool, let me also know. Thanks for waiting.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I understand but a smaller update will kill the tempo. I am sorry.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I request readers for their kind feedback through the poll or dm me what they think. If there is a female reader or author, do give your perspective as well 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

One of the best stories on this site, such a unique concept but totally believable. Keep going amazing work

Thanks but i am having a brain fart. I am trying to weigh in a few flows, lets see if i am able to do justice to it. One mistake and the story will die earlier than expected. 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I am sorry for not being able to upload yesterday. Some personal issues. It will be uploaded today. I have tried to enforce something unique which is not very thought of. Let see how you guys like it. Stay tuned.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

OHH, Now today gone. I have to read the update sometime of next week only.

Sorry again for the delay.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran was still trembling from the intense orgasm she had just ridden out on Ravi’s lap. Her body felt loose and heavy, pussy still pulsing with aftershocks, the front of her checked shirt completely soaked with her leaking milk. She climbed off him slowly, legs shaky, and collapsed onto the bed beside him, breathing hard.
 
But Ravi was nowhere near done.
 
He turned toward her immediately, eyes dark with hunger. “Come here, baby…” he murmured, pulling her close. His hands roamed greedily over her body, sliding under the short shirt to squeeze her heavy, leaking tits. He kissed her neck, her jaw, then her lips — deep, needy kisses that told her he was aching for release.
 
Simran smiled lazily, still floating in her post-orgasm glow, but she let him kiss her, returning the kisses softly while her mind drifted.
 
Ravi didn’t stop. He kissed his way down her body, pushing the checked shirt up until her breasts spilled out. He planted kisses on her boobs avoiding her nipples as they were already leaking a bit but he didn’t want to gag like the other day, then continued lower. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her soaked white panty and peeled it down her thighs in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.
 
Simran gasped as the cool air hit her dripping pussy. Her swollen pink lips were glistening, clit still puffy and sensitive from earlier.
 
Ravi spread her thighs wide and buried his face between them without hesitation. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting how soaked she was.
 
“Mmm… so fucking wet,” he groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her hips twitch.
 
Simran moaned softly and reached for her phone on the bedside table. While Ravi’s tongue worked between her folds, licking and sucking on her clit with wet, hungry sounds, she unlocked her screen and started typing.
 
She bit her lip, trying to focus as pleasure started building again.
 
“Listen to this…” she said breathily, voice shaky as Ravi’s tongue flicked rapidly over her clit. “It says here… the person who is the donor… if he has a big shaft… then better chances of successful insemination…”
 
Ravi looked up from between her thighs, lips shiny with her juices, eyes looking questionably towards her. His hand had already slipped into his track pants and he was slowly stroking his hard cock while continuing to eat her out.
 
“I hope Arjun is up to the task then,” he said with a dirty little smirk, before diving back in, sucking her clit into his mouth.
 
Simran laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as his tongue pushed inside her. She kept reading, voice getting more broken.
 
“And… the female used to… ahh… stimulate the shaft… to full rock-hard erection before allowing penetration… she would stroke it… suck it… make sure it was throbbing and ready… so every drop goes deep inside…”
 
Ravi groaned loudly against her pussy. His stroking became faster, the wet sound of his hand on his cock mixing with the filthy sounds of him eating her. He was fully embracing it now — jerking himself off while licking his wife’s cunt, imagining her being used by someone else.
 
“Fuck… that’s so hot,” he muttered, voice muffled. “Imagine her on her knees… sucking a big thick cock… getting it ready to breed her…”
 
Simran’s hips bucked against his face. She was getting close again, her free hand reaching down to hold his head in place while she kept scrolling.
 
“She would… ride him slowly at first… make sure he stays deep… then let him fuck her hard… filling her every single day…”
 
Ravi’s hand moved faster on his cock, the bed shaking slightly with the motion. He was sucking on her clit like a man possessed, two fingers sliding inside her soaked pussy, curling against her G-spot.
 
Simran’s thighs started trembling around his head. Her second orgasm was building fast.
 
She dropped the phone, grabbed his hair with both hands and ground her dripping cunt against his tongue, moaning loudly now.
 
“Ahh… fuck… Ravi…”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

She came hard for the second time, hips jerking, pussy gushing fresh juices all over his mouth and chin while he kept licking and sucking through it, his own hand still furiously stroking his cock.
 
Ravi groaned into her pussy as he felt her cum, his own orgasm close but not quite there yet.
 
He was lost in it — eating his wife while jerking off to the thought of her being bred by another man.
 
And Simran, still trembling from her climax, looked down at him with hazy, satisfied eyes… already wondering how long she could keep this dangerous game going.
 
Sunday Morning
 
After a quiet breakfast, Simran’s phone rang. It was Preeti.
 
She excused herself with a casual “I’ll take this upstairs” and hurried to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. The moment she answered, her voice dropped into an excited whisper.
 
“Preeti! Finally! Tell me everything. Is it done? Did it actually happen? Was it good? Did you get to see the whole thing? What did it feel like? Tell me, I’m dying here!”
 
Preeti laughed on the other end, low and a little shy.
 
“Simran… it happened. Two days ago. Arjun came over in the evening. It was… intense. Really intense. He was so gentle at first, then so strong. I watched everything. Every single thrust. Shikha was moaning so loud I thought the neighbours would hear. He came inside her twice that night… deep. We kept her hips elevated for almost an hour after. It felt… powerful. Like something ancient was actually working.”
 
Simran’s free hand unconsciously moved to her own heavy breasts, squeezing lightly as fresh milk leaked into her shirt.
 
“God… was he big? Did Shikha enjoy it? Did you… touch him? Tell me more, please!”
 
Preeti giggled. “Why don’t you come over for lunch today? We’ll talk properly. I’ll tell you every dirty detail. Shikha wants to see you too.”
 
Simran’s heart jumped. “Yes! I’ll be there by 1. Can’t wait.”
 
She hung up, pulse racing, but the moment the call ended, reality hit her hard.
 
She hadn’t been milked yet today.
 
Her breasts were already painfully full again — heavy, swollen, the nipples dark and aching, two wet spots already forming on the front of her shirt. She could feel the pressure building, the deep ache that only Bhola’s mouth could fix. And she was supposed to leave for Preeti’s place in a couple of hours.
 
She paced the room, biting her lip.
 
Ravi is downstairs. Bhola is downstairs. How the hell do I get him up here without it looking suspicious?
 
Just then, footsteps on the stairs. Ravi walked in, looking for a book on the shelf.
 
Simran’s mind worked fast.
 
“Ravi… can you do me a favour? The room is such a mess. Can you send Bhola up? Tell him to tidy up quickly before I leave for Preeti’s place.”
 
Ravi nodded without suspicion. “Sure, baby.”
 
A minute later, Bhola appeared at the bedroom door, polite as always.
 
"Bhabhi? Sahib ne kaha tha aapko kamra saaf karwana tha?"
(“Bhabhi? Sahib said you wanted the room tidied?”)
 
The second Bhola stepped inside the bedroom and closed the door, Simran didn’t waste a single second.
 
She turned to face him, eyes dark with urgent need, and quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her loose white shirt. The fabric fell open completely, revealing her swollen, painfully full breasts — heavy, round, and already leaking. Thick white beads of milk were forming at her dark, puffy nipples and rolling down the creamy undersides in slow, shiny trails.
 
Bhola’s breath hitched. His hands moved instantly.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

He stepped close, grabbed her right breast with both hands, lifted the heavy globe, and latched on like a starving animal. His mouth opened wide and took in almost half the soft flesh, sucking with savage, desperate force.
 
“Aaahhh….” Simran gasped,
 
"Aahhh… Bhola… aur zor se choos please… haan aise hi… jaldi… jaldi…"
("Aahhh… Bhola… suck harder please… yes just like that… quickly… quickly…")
 
Her voice shaky and commanding as she gripped the back of his head with both hands and pulled him deeper into her chest.
 
Bhola obeyed like a man possessed.
 
He sucked violently — deep, rhythmic, almost brutal pulls that made loud, wet, obscene slurping sounds echo in the bedroom. His cheeks hollowed dramatically with every suck, drawing thick, forceful jets of warm milk straight into his mouth. He gulped greedily, swallowing again and again, but the flow was too much. Milk overflowed instantly from the corners of his lips, running down his chin in messy white rivers, dripping onto her stomach and soaking into the waistband of her palazzo pants.
 
Simran’s head fell back, mouth open in silent cries.
 
"Yes… aise hi… aur zor se choos… yeh bilkul bhare hue hain…"
(“Yes… like that… suck harder… they’re so full…”)
 
Bhola’s hands were rough now, squeezing her tit from the base upward like he was milking a cow, forcing even more milk to spray into his hungry mouth. He switched to the left breast without warning, sucking even more aggressively, his tongue pressing flat against the thick nipple while he pulled with raw power. The wet, filthy sounds grew louder — slurp… gluck… slurp… gulp — milk spraying across his face every time he released a nipple for half a second before diving back in.
 
Simran was shaking. Her legs were trembling so badly she had to lean back against the wardrobe for support. Her pussy was dripping again, the white panty completely ruined, fresh slick running down her inner thighs.
 
"Jaldi kar Bhola… please… inhe khali kar de… mujhe zaroorat hai…"
(“Faster, Bhola… please… empty them… I need it…”)
 
she begged in a broken whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, pulling his face harder against her leaking tits.
 
Bhola went feral.
 
He grabbed both heavy breasts at once, pushed them together, and alternated between them like a madman — sucking one nipple deep and hard, then switching to the other with a wet pop, milk spraying everywhere. His hands mauled her soft flesh, squeezing, kneading, pulling the nipples long and letting them snap back into his mouth. Milk was flowing freely now, coating his entire face, dripping from his chin onto the floor in steady drops.
 
Ravi downstairs had no idea his wife was getting milked by his servant at least 10-15 years younger than him. His wife, his most prized possession was openly giving her consent to be sucked and sucked hard. Bhola not only sucked, he enjoyed every bit of it.
 
Simran was moaning helplessly, trying to stay quiet but failing. Her hips were rolling on their own, grinding against nothing, her soaked pussy aching for more.
Bhola kept sucking like his life depended on it — loud, greedy, animalistic pulls that drained her completely. He didn’t stop until both breasts felt noticeably softer and lighter, the flow finally slowing to a trickle. Only then did he release her left nipple with one last long, wet suck, a final thick spurt of milk landing on his tongue.
He pulled back slightly, breathing hard, lips swollen and shiny, chin and neck glistening with her milk. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at her with dark, satisfied eyes.
 
"Bhabhi… mujhe phir se tel aur shehad lagana padega," he said, voice low and rough.  "Isse woh naram rahenge… crack hone se bach jayenge."
(“Bhabhi… I need to apply the oil and honey again,” he said, voice low and rough. “It will keep them soft… prevent cracking.”)
 
Simran stood there panting, shirt hanging open, breasts red and glistening, nipples swollen and raw. Her legs were still shaking, pussy throbbing, body still desperate for the orgasm she hadn’t been able to reach.
 
She nodded weakly, chest heaving.
 
"Yes… jaldi kar do."
(“Yes… do it quickly.”)

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

"Abhi nehi, Bhabhi," he said softly, voice rough from sucking. "Shaam ko… sone se pehle. Tab main araam se karunga."
(“Not now, Bhabhi,” he said softly, voice rough from sucking. “In the evening… before sleeping. I’ll take my time then.”)
 
Simran nodded quickly, chest still heaving, nipples raw and glistening. “Okay… okay.”
 
She adjusted her shirt with shaky fingers, buttoning it just enough to look decent.
 
"Room saaf kar do jab tak main naha loon. Mujhe bahar jana hai."
(“You tidy the room while I take a bath. I need to go out.”)
 
Bhola gave a small nod and immediately started straightening the bed and picking up clothes, acting completely normal again.
 
Simran stepped into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it for a moment, heart still racing. She turned on the shower and stood under the warm spray, letting the water cascade over her heavy, sensitive breasts. As the water ran down her body, her mind drifted to Preeti and Shikha.
 
They actually did it… Arjun fucked Shikha while Preeti watched. He came inside her. Twice. They kept her hips up so his cum stayed deep. God… what did it feel like? Was he big? Did Shikha scream? Did Preeti touch them while it was happening?
 
The thoughts made her nipples tighten again, fresh milk mixing with the shower water. Her pussy throbbed at the mental images. She quickly finished bathing, dried herself, and came out.
 
Bhola had already finished tidying and left the room.
 
She changed into something comfortable yet sexy for the lunch — a soft, oversized white button-down shirt (slightly cropped) tucked loosely into high-waisted light blue jeans that hugged her ass and thighs perfectly. The shirt was loose enough to look casual, but the top two buttons were left open, giving teasing glimpses of her deep cleavage. No bra. The fabric brushed her still-sensitive nipples with every movement. She sprayed her favourite rose attar generously on her neck, between her breasts, and on her wrists, letting the sweet, feminine scent wrap around her.
 
When she came downstairs, the whole house smelled of roses. Ravi was sitting on the sofa scrolling his phone.
 
“I’m going to meet Preeti for lunch,” she said, picking up her bag.
 
Ravi looked up and smiled. “Okay, have fun. Do tell me everything when you come back.”
 
Simran gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out.
 
Bhola was in the kitchen, already starting to prepare lunch for Ravi. He looked up as she passed, their eyes meeting for a brief, charged second. She gave him a small, secret smile and stepped out to her car.
 
 
At Virgin Courtyard, Sector 7 – Lunch with Preeti
 
The restaurant was one of Chandigarh’s most elegant spots — Virgin Courtyard. Beautiful open-air courtyard with soft lighting, white tablecloths, and the gentle sound of a water fountain. It had a romantic, upscale vibe perfect for private conversations.
 
Simran walked in and spotted Preeti at a corner table. The moment Preeti saw her, she stood up with a big smile.
 
The two women hugged tightly.
 
“Finally!” Preeti laughed, holding her close. “You look glowing.”
 
They sat down. After ordering — grilled prawns, truffle pasta, and a bottle of chilled white wine — Simran leaned in, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
 
“Okay, now tell me everything. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
 
Preeti smirked, taking a sip of wine.
 
“It was… intense. Arjun came over around 8. Shikha was nervous but excited. We had dim lights, music playing. He was so respectful at first… then he wasn’t. He fucked her so deep, Simran. I watched every inch of his cock disappear inside her. She was moaning so loud. He came inside her twice — long, powerful orgasms. It felt… good, nothing scandalous but good. Like we were actually making a baby.”