[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“No Bhabhi… this morning when you left, I was very disturbed. I was thinking that I’m never able to give you proper enjoyment. That’s why I… watched some videos.”
 
Simran raised an eyebrow.
 
“Videos? Kya videos?”
 
Bhola looked a little embarrassed but answered honestly.
 
“Bhabhi…videos. Bahut saari thi… lekin main samajh gaya ki aapko kya chahiye. Main aapko bahut relief dunga… bilkul aapne mujhe diya hai.”
“Bhabhi… videos. There were so many… but I understood what you need. I will give you a lot of relief… exactly the way you have given me.”
 
Simran was genuinely surprised. She stared at him for a second.
 
“Tumne porn dekha?” she asked, half amused, half shocked.
“You watched porn?” she asked, half amused, half shocked.
 
“Ji Bhabhi,” he replied softly. “Aur main aapko bahut mazaa dunga.”
“Yes Bhabhi,” he replied softly. “And I will give you a lot of pleasure.”
 
Simran felt a strange mix of emotions; surprise, amusement, and a deep, throbbing arousal. She liked this new initiative from him. She had expected to control the pace, but hearing him say he wanted to please her turned her on even more.
 
She looked down at his massive, fully erect cock standing between them and spoke in a softer voice.
 
“Bhola… lekin tu bahut bada hai mere liye.”
“Bhola… but you are too big for me.”
 
Bhola nodded calmly, his voice gentle but firm.
 
“Main jaanta hoon Bhabhi… lekin main kuch force nahi karunga. Aap jaisa chahegi, waisa hi karenge.”
“I know Bhabhi… but I won’t force anything. We’ll do exactly as you want.”
 
Simran stared at him, her heart pounding. The huge, veiny cock was pointing straight at her, thick and angry, the fat head glistening. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.
 
The air in the small room was thick with tension, lust, and the scent of sex.
 
Bhola looked at Simran with a mix of hunger and nervousness, his massive cock still standing rock-hard between his legs.
 
“Bhabhi… let jaiye please,”
“Bhabhi… please lie down,” he said softly.
 
Simran nodded and lay back on his bed. Bhola climbed over her and gently pulled her loose T-shirt up and over her head, exposing her full, heavy breasts. Her dark, wet nipples were still leaking milk from earlier. He tossed the T-shirt aside and looked at her body for a moment, almost in awe.
 
He then moved down to her feet. He started planting soft, slow kisses on her toes; one by one. The moment his warm lips touched her, Simran felt an electric jolt shoot straight up her legs.
 
“Ummmm…” she moaned softly.
 
Bhola took her big toe into his mouth and sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around it. Simran’s eyes widened in surprise.
 
What the hell did he watch? she thought.
 
This boy is doing things even I didn’t expect.
 
He kissed the arch of her foot, then moved slowly up her calves, pressing his lips against her smooth skin. When he reached the sensitive spot behind her knees, Simran couldn’t control herself and let out a giggle, trying to pull her leg away.
 
“Bhola… hehe… stop… it tickles…”
 
But Bhola was determined. He firmly caught her left leg with both hands and continued kissing upwards, moving past her calves toward her thighs. His lips were warm and wet as he kissed and lightly sucked on her soft, milky skin.
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier. She didn’t know where to focus; the sensation of his mouth on her thighs or the thick, heavy monster cock that kept brushing against her shin and knees as he moved.
 
Bhola’s rock-hard cock was so long and thick that even while he was kissing her thighs, the fat head would occasionally tap against her skin, leaving small wet marks of precum.
 
When he reached her upper thighs, he became even more passionate. He kissed and licked the soft, squishy flesh of her inner thighs, moving dangerously close to her soaked pussy. Simran’s legs trembled. She was torn between pleasure and the overwhelming presence of his huge cock rubbing against her legs.
 
Suddenly, Bhola stopped.
 
Without saying a word, he gently turned her over onto her stomach. Simran let him flip her without resistance. He placed his hands under her thighs, gripped them firmly, and lifted her ass slightly off the bed.
 
Now her round, plump ass was raised, and Bhola leaned down to kiss the back of her upper thighs; slow, deliberate kisses that made her moan into the pillow.
 
“Ummmm… Bhola…” she whimpered, her voice muffled.
 
His lips moved slowly across the soft skin just below her ass cheeks, getting dangerously close to her pussy. His massive cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, occasionally brushing against her calves as he worshipped the back of her thighs.
 
Simran gripped the bedsheet tightly, her body burning with anticipation, wondering how far Bhola was planning to go; and how much longer she could resist giving in completely.
 
Bhola’s hands moved slowly but deliberately. One hand reached for the button of her loose grey shorts while the other gently stroked her thigh. He unbuttoned it with surprising patience, then started pulling the waistband down.
 
Simran’s eyes widened in panic. Both her hands shot behind her and grabbed the shorts tightly, trying to stop him.
 
“Bhola… no…” she whispered, her voice shaky.
 
But Bhola didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned down and started planting soft, warm kisses on the soft skin of her upper thighs. The kisses were slow and teasing, moving higher and higher. Every time his lips touched her skin, Simran’s grip on the shorts loosened just a little.
 
“Bhola… please…” she breathed, but the resistance in her voice was fading.
 
Bhola kept kissing; deep, lingering kisses that made her skin tingle. He moved upward, his lips brushing the lower curve of her magnificent, heart-shaped ass. The moment his mouth touched the soft, plump flesh of her ass cheeks, Simran’s hands finally slipped. Her inhibition crumbled.
 
With one smooth pull, Bhola yanked the shorts completely down to her knees, exposing her beautiful, milky-white ass. It was full, round, and perfect; two soft, jiggling globes that looked like they were made to be worshipped.
 
Simran let out a sharp scream, half in shock, half in arousal.
 
“Bhola… NO! Don’t…!”
 
Her shorts were now tangled around her knees. Her tiny white panties were doing a very poor job of covering her; the thin fabric was wedged deep between her ass cheeks, and the crotch was already soaked, clearly outlining the puffy lips of her pussy. The delicate “rose petals” of her pussy were faintly visible through the wet lace.
 
Bhola didn’t waste a second. He pulled the shorts completely off and tossed them aside. Now Simran was lying on his bed wearing nothing but her soaked panties, her ass raised slightly.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Without any hesitation, Bhola moved closer, his face just inches from her pussy. He took a long, deep sniff; slow and deliberate; breathing in her scent like it was the most precious thing in the world.
 
Simran squeaked in embarrassment.
 
“Bhola… kya kar rahe ho?!”
“Bhola… what are you doing?!”
 
Bhola didn’t answer immediately. He placed a soft, reverent kiss right on her pussy lips over the wet panties and whispered against her skin:
 
“Bhabhi… aapki gaand itni beautiful hai… main yahin ghar bana ke hamesha rehna chahta hoon. Har roz aapki choot ki khushboo sung kar saans lena chahta hoon. Yeh khushboo… itni achhi hai… main roz aapki choot sung kar hi jeena chahta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… your ass is so beautiful… I want to make my home right here and stay here forever. Every day I want to breathe by smelling your pussy. This smell… it’s so good… I just want to live by smelling your pussy every single day.”
 
Simran’s face burned with shame and arousal. She tried to reach back with her left hand to cover herself.
 
“Shhh… Bhola… tum kitne gandi baatein kar rahe ho… mujhe sharam aarahi hai…”
“Shhh… Bhola… you’re talking so dirty… I feel so ashamed…”
 
But Bhola wasn’t done. He gently held her hips and kept her ass slightly raised. He started kissing the back of her thighs again; slow, wet, worshipping kisses; moving from her knees all the way up to the soft curve where her ass met her thighs.
 
His rock-hard cock was hanging heavy and thick between his legs, occasionally brushing against her calves as he worshipped her body with his mouth.
 
Simran’s breathing was ragged. Her body was trembling. She was completely exposed, her soaked panties the only barrier left, while Bhola kissed and inhaled her most intimate places like he was addicted to her.
 
The room was filled with the sound of her soft, helpless moans and the wet sounds of his lips against her skin.
 
Simran was moaning uncontrollably now.
 
Her body was on fire. The slow, deliberate kisses and licks Bhola was giving to her inner thighs were driving her insane. Every time his warm tongue dragged across her soft, sensitive skin, her pussy clenched hard and fresh slick leaked out, soaking her panties even more. She was desperate; she wanted him to just bury his face in her pussy and suck her juices like he sucked her milk. But Bhola was being deliberately cruel.
 
He kept kissing and licking her inner thighs, moving dangerously close to her pussy… and then pulling back again. Never touching where she needed him most.
 
“Bhola… what are you doing?” Simran moaned, her voice trembling. “Why are you doing this to me? Please… don’t tease me like this…”
“Bhola… tum kya kar rahe ho?” Simran moaned, her voice trembling. “Tum mere saath aisa kyun kar rahe ho? Please… mujhe aise mat satao…”
 
Bhola didn’t answer. He just kept going; slow, wet kisses on her thighs, sometimes biting gently, sometimes licking long stripes up her skin. Simran’s legs were shaking.
 
Then Bhola had an idea.
 
Without warning, he shifted his position. He moved between her legs, slid his strong hands under her ass, and lifted her body slightly so she was now slanting on the bed; technically a 69 position, but Bhola was sitting whereas her upper body was a bit raised while her lower half stayed down. In this position, his massive, rock-hard cock was now like a pole right in front of her face.
 
Simran’s eyes widened.
 
The thick, veiny monster was inches from her lips, the fat head glistening with precum, the heavy shaft throbbing.
 
She was going mad.
 
Her pussy was aching, her clit throbbing, and now this huge cock was right there, tempting her. She wanted to suck it. She needed to suck it. But she was also desperate for her own release.
“Bhola…” she whispered, her voice shaky, “main tujhe tab tak nahi choosungi jab tak tu mujhe release nahi deta… jab tak mujhe cum nahi karwata…”
“Bhola…” she whispered, her voice shaky, “I won’t suck you off until you give me a release… until you make me cum…”
 
But even as she said it, her eyes were locked on his cock. She couldn’t resist.
 
She leaned forward slightly and planted a soft kiss on the tip. Then another. Then she started kissing along the sides of his thick shaft, her lips wet and warm. The cock twitched hard against her face.
 
Bhola groaned.
 
At that exact moment, while Simran was lost in kissing his cock, Bhola leaned down and planted one long, deep, deliberate kiss directly on her pussy lips over her soaked panties.
 
“Ummmmmmhh…”
 
The sensation was too much.
 
Simran’s entire body seized up. A violent shiver ran through her as her orgasm crashed into her without warning.
 
“AAHHHHHH… BHOLA…!”
 
Her pussy spasmed hard. A powerful gush of hot, clear love juice squirted out, soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. Her legs trembled violently, her back arched, and her whole body shook with the intensity of the orgasm.
 
Bhola didn’t waste even a second.
 
While she was still in the middle of her orgasm, he grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them down in one smooth motion, exposing her dripping, swollen pussy completely. The moment the panties were off, he buried his face between her legs and started drinking her juices straight from the source.
 
His tongue licked broad, hungry strokes across her pussy lips, sucking and lapping up every drop of her release like a man dying of thirst.
 
Simran completely lost it.
 
“AAHHHHHH… OH FUCK… BHOLA…!”
 
Her body convulsed. The orgasm was so intense she felt like she might faint. Her thighs clamped around his head as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Her pussy kept pulsing, releasing more and more of her sweet juices straight into his mouth.
 
Bhola gripped her waist firmly with both hands, holding her in place as he drank from her like he had been starving for this moment. His tongue pushed inside her, licking deep, then flattened and dragged slowly over her clit, making her scream again.
 
Simran’s moans were loud, broken, and filthy.
 
“AAHHH… UMMMMMHH… BHOLA… I’M CUMMING… OH GOD… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Her entire body was shaking violently. The orgasm lasted for nearly two full minutes; long, powerful waves that made her toes curl, her back arch, and her heavy breasts bounce with every shudder. Milk leaked from her nipples in thin streams as her body convulsed.
 
Bhola didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, and drinking every drop she gave him, his face buried deep between her thighs, completely lost in the taste of his Bhabhi’s orgasm.
 
Simran lay there trembling, gasping, completely wrecked; her body still twitching from the aftershocks while Bhola continued to gently lap at her sensitive pussy, cleaning every last bit of her release with his tongue.
 
The room was filled with the sound of her heavy breathing and the wet, filthy sounds of Bhola drinking from her.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran’s body was still trembling violently when consciousness slowly returned to her. The orgasm had been so intense, so all-consuming, that for a few seconds she had actually blacked out. When her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she felt was something thick, warm, and heavy resting on her tongue.
 
A cock.
 
Bhola’s massive cock was in her mouth.
 
She had no memory of taking it in. Her lips were stretched wide around the thick head, and without even thinking, she started sucking on it instinctively, swallowing the salty-sweet precum that was already leaking onto her tongue.
 
“Ummmmphhh…” she moaned around the fat shaft, still half-dazed from the orgasm.
 
She had never experienced anything like the volcanic orgasm Bhola had just given her. Her entire body had convulsed like it was breaking apart. Her pussy had squirted so hard that her juices were still dripping down her thighs. Her legs felt weak, her mind foggy.
 
Bhola was lying flat on his back beneath her. Simran was on top of him in a 69 position, her dripping pussy hovering right above his face while his huge cock filled her mouth. His strong hands were locked firmly around her waist, holding her in place so she couldn’t escape.
 
Bhola was completely lost in his own world.
 
He had started kissing and slowly nibbling on her swollen pink pussy lips again; soft, wet kisses mixed with gentle bites that made her shiver. His tongue would occasionally flick out and drag slowly across her slit, tasting her fresh juices.
 
“Bhola… ab ruk ja…” Simran moaned weakly around his cock. “Please… mujhe chhod do… main aur nahi seh sakti…”
“Bhola… stop now…” Simran moaned weakly around his cock. “Please… leave me… I can’t take any more…”
 
But Bhola didn’t stop.
 
Instead, he became even bolder.
 
His tongue suddenly plunged deep inside her pussy; long, thick, and insistent. He licked deep, reaching places that made Simran’s eyes roll back. One particularly deep, slow lick brushed right against the beginning of her G-spot.
 
Her body jerked violently.
 
“AAHHHHH… BHOLA… NO… PLEASE STOP…!”
 
She tried to break free, shaking her ass and pushing back with her hands, but his grip on her waist was like iron. He was a bull; strong, relentless, and completely focused on devouring her.
 
Bhola’s tongue didn’t stop. He lingered inside her, flicking and curling his tongue in search of that special spot, licking with slow, deliberate strokes that made her entire body tremble. Every few seconds, he would pull his tongue out and place a soft, wet kiss directly on her virgin asshole; the tight, untouched ring that had never been touched by anyone.
 
Simran’s eyes flew wide open.
 
“BHOLA… NOT THERE… AAHHH…!”
 
She shook her ass vigorously, trying desperately to escape, but his grip was too strong. She could feel his tongue returning to her pussy, licking deep while his right index finger slowly, teasingly circled her asshole before gently pressing against it.
 
The dual assault was too much.
 
The moment his finger slowly pushed inside her virgin ass while his tongue flicked her G-spot, Simran exploded.
 
“AAHHHHHHH… FUCK… I’M CUMMING…!”
 
Her body convulsed violently. A powerful, hot squirt of clear love juice gushed out of her pussy straight onto Bhola’s face. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her; louder and more intense than the first one.
 
“AAHHH… OH GOD… BHOLA… I CAN’T… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Bhola didn’t pull away. He dug his tongue even deeper inside her pulsing pussy and started drinking her juices like a man possessed. His mouth sealed tightly around her, sucking and swallowing every drop as her body shook uncontrollably above him. Her thighs trembled around his head, her ass cheeks clenching around his finger as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.
 
Simran’s screams filled the room; raw, broken, and completely unrestrained.
 
“AAHHHHH… I’M CUMMING… OH FUCK… BHOLA… STOP… I CAN’T TAKE IT… AAHHHHH…!”
 
Her body jerked and spasmed for nearly a full minute, squirting and gushing into his hungry mouth while he held her down and drank from her like she was the only thing that could quench his thirst.
 
Simran’s vision blurred. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward onto his body, Bhola’s massive cock still buried in her mouth as she trembled and gasped for air.
 
She had never felt anything like this in her entire life.
 
 
Bhola finally released his iron grip on Simran’s waist. Her body went limp and she collapsed forward, lying on top of him, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest, both of them breathing hard.
 
Simran slowly lifted her head, her face flushed, lips swollen, and smiled down at him. Her voice was hoarse but playful.
 
“Tum ek pagal jaanwar ho, Bhola…”
“You’re a crazy animal, Bhola…”
 
Bhola looked up at her with a satisfied but hungry smile.
 
“Bhabhi… kya aapko pasand aaya?”
“Bhabhi… did you like it?”
 
Simran suddenly jumped on him, straddling his chest and smashing her lips against his in a deep, passionate smooch. Her tongue pushed into his mouth as she kissed him hungrily.
 
“Mujhe bahut pasand aaya…” she moaned into the kiss. “Bhola, tum awesome ho… Thank you… bahut bahut shukriya…”
“I loved it…” she moaned into the kiss. “Bhola, you’re awesome… Thank you… thank you so much…”
 
Bhola kissed her back for a few seconds before breaking away.
 
“Bhabhi… aapko uth kar baithna hoga. Abhi mera kaam khatam nahi hua.”
“Bhabhi… you need to sit up. I’m yet to finish.”
 
Simran could feel his massive cock still rock-hard and throbbing against her thigh. She sat up slowly, her heavy breasts swaying with the movement.
 
“Bhola… aaj aur kuch nahi,” she said, still panting. “Main thak gayi hoon…”
“Bhola… nothing more today,” she said, still panting. “I’m tired…”
 
But Bhola wasn’t listening.
 
He stood up on the bed, completely naked, his enormous cock standing tall and angry in front of him. He reached down, grabbed both of Simran’s wrists, and pulled her arms straight up above her head, forcing her to sit perfectly upright. Her back straightened, and her heavy, milk-leaking breasts were now thrust forward prominently.
 
Her face was now perfectly level with his massive cock.
 
Simran understood immediately what he wanted.
 
She leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss right on the glistening tip. Bhola groaned.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

But then he pulled his hips back slightly, moving the fat head just out of reach.
 
Simran tried to lean forward to catch it with her mouth, but her hands were pinned firmly against the wall above her head. She couldn’t move forward more than a few centimeters. The thick, veiny cock swayed teasingly just in front of her face; so close, yet just out of reach.
 
The scene was incredibly erotic.
 
A super busty, milky-white-skinned, thick-but-fit married woman completely naked on her servant’s bed, her arms held high above her head, forcing her heavy breasts to thrust forward. Her mouth open, tongue out, desperately trying to reach the huge, mammoth cock of her servant who stood naked on the bed in front of her. Thick precum was clearly visible, dripping from the fat head.
 
Simran whimpered.
 
“Bhola… please… mujhe chaatne do… mujhe tumhare maal ka swaad lena hai…”
“Bhola… please… let me lick it… I want to taste that white liquid…”
 
Bhola smiled down at her.
 
“Bhabhi… apna muh kholo.”
“Bhabhi… open your mouth.”
 
Simran obeyed instantly, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out.
 
Bhola moved forward and shoved the fat, precum-coated head straight into her mouth. Simran moaned loudly as she tasted the thick, salty-sweet precum.
 
“Ummmmmmhh… wow… so tasty…”
 
Ravi would have cum in his pants if he had seen this scene; his beautiful wife, hands pinned above her head, completely naked, eagerly sucking her servant’s massive cock on his bed.
 
Bhola started moving his hips, slowly fucking her mouth; sliding the thick head in and out between her stretched lips. Simran moaned around the girth, her tongue working the underside.
 
Then he suddenly stopped, pulling back so the cock was right in front of her face again.
 
Simran didn’t waste the opportunity. She leaned forward as much as she could and started licking from the base all the way up to the tip with long, wet strokes.
 
“Ummmm… slurp… mmmphhh…”
 
Bhola shivered.
 
Simran was getting tired. Her arms were starting to ache from being held up. Bhola sensed it and finally released her wrists.
 
She immediately collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard.
 
Bhola climbed over her and positioned his massive cock right in front of her face again. Simran opened her mouth without hesitation and took the head back inside.
 
Within seconds, Bhola started cumming.
 
Wave after thick wave of hot, creamy cum flooded her mouth. Simran tried her best to keep up, swallowing as fast as she could, but it was too much. Thick ropes of cum filled her mouth completely, some spilling from the corners of her lips and running down her chin onto her neck and breasts.
 
“Ammmmm… gluck… mmmphhh… gluck…”
 
Bhola groaned loudly as he emptied his heavy balls straight into her willing mouth for the second time that afternoon.
 
When he finally finished, he pulled his cock out. A thick string of cum connected her lips to his cockhead before breaking.
 
Simran lay there panting, cum leaking from the sides of her mouth, her face and tits messy. Bhola collapsed beside her on the bed, both of them completely spent.
 
Bhola slowly got up from the bed, his massive, spent cock hanging heavy and glistening between his legs. He looked down at Simran, who was lying there completely wrecked; eyes half-closed, breathing soft and deep, her body still trembling from the intense orgasms. She was almost asleep, her heavy breasts rising and falling, milk still leaking in thin streams from her swollen nipples, and thick white cum smeared across her lips and chin.
 
Without a word, Bhola gently slid his strong arms under her body; one under her knees and the other behind her back; and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Both of them were still completely naked. Simran’s head rested against his chest as he carried her out of his room and up the stairs to her bedroom. His heavy cock swayed with every step, occasionally brushing against her thigh.
 
When they reached her bedroom, Bhola carefully laid her down on the large bed. He pulled the soft bedsheet over her naked body, covering her up to her shoulders. For a moment, he just stood there, looking at her peaceful, exhausted face with a mix of affection and lust.
 
Then he quietly went downstairs.
 
He picked up all their discarded clothes from the living room and his room; her T-shirt, shorts, and panties; and put them straight into the washing machine. He also wiped down the sofa thoroughly, removing every trace of milk, cum, and sweat from the fabric. He cleaned the floor and his own bed as well, making sure no evidence of their intense session remained.
 
Once everything was clean, he went back upstairs, still naked. He opened Simran’s wardrobe and took out a soft, light-yellow sundress with thin straps. He returned to the bed, gently pulled the sheet off her again, and slowly dressed her. He lifted her arms and slipped the sundress over her head, carefully adjusting it over her heavy breasts. The thin fabric clung to her curves, the low neckline barely containing her full cleavage. He smoothed the dress down over her hips and thighs, then pulled the sheet back over her.
 
Before leaving, Bhola couldn’t resist one last indulgence.
 
He gently opened her legs under the sheet, leaned down between them, and planted a deep, lingering kiss directly on her pussy lips. Then he moved up and gave two long, deep sucks on each of her nipples; slow and deliberate; drawing out the last few drops of milk. Simran stirred slightly in her sleep but didn’t wake up.
 
Bhola smiled softly, pulled the sheet back over her, and quietly left the room.
 
Downstairs, he continued his cleaning. He wiped every surface in the living room and his own room one more time, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of milk or cum left anywhere. He changed the bedsheet in his room and sprayed some air freshener to remove any lingering scent of sex.
 
By the time he was done, the house looked completely normal again; as if nothing had happened. He prepared a light snack and kept the living room neat, knowing that Ravi was due to arrive in just a few hours.
 
Upstairs, Simran slept deeply, completely exhausted from the most intense sexual experience of her life. Her body was sore, her mind overwhelmed, but for now, she was lost in peaceful, dreamless sleep.
 
The house was quiet.
 
After almost 4 hours.
 
Simran woke up slowly, her body feeling heavy and wonderfully sore. She had skipped lunch entirely. Her stomach was already full; not with food, but with the thick, creamy load Bhola had pumped into her mouth twice that afternoon. She could still taste him faintly on her tongue. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips as she remembered how much cum he had given her. It had been so thick, so heavy, and so much that she had genuinely felt full.
 
She was lying on her bed, wearing the soft yellow sundress Bhola had put on her while she was half-asleep. The thin straps had slipped off one shoulder, and the neckline was low enough that the upper swells of her heavy breasts were clearly visible.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Just then, Bhola quietly entered the room. He placed a glass of water and a tall glass of milk mixed with Jeevdhatu on the bedside table. The moment he saw her stirring, he turned and left without saying a word.
 
A few seconds later, her phone started ringing. It was Ravi.
 
Simran sat up quickly, clearing her throat before answering.
 
“Hello?”
 
“Simran? I’ve been trying to reach you. My flight will land at 8 PM. I should be home by 9.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in panic. 9 PM? She hadn’t prepared anything for dinner.
 
“Come soon,” she said hurriedly. “I’ll be waiting.”
 
They ended the call. Simran jumped out of bed, her sundress riding up slightly as she moved. She immediately called Bhola.
 
Bhola was already climbing the stairs. He appeared at her bedroom door within seconds.
 
Simran shouted, “Bhola, dinner.”
 
“Bhabhi, fikar mat kijiye,” he said calmly. “Main chicken already taiyar kar chuka hoon. Aapko bas neeche aana hai aur thoda masala daal kar finish karna hai.”
“Bhabhi, don’t worry,” he said calmly. “I have already prepared the chicken. You just have to come down and add some spices to finish it.”
 
Simran let out a huge sigh of relief. She stepped forward and hugged him tightly, her magnificent, heavy breasts squishing against his chest. The thin fabric of the sundress did nothing to hide how soft and full they were.
 
“jaan bachali tune, Bhola,”
“You are a lifesaver, Bhola,” she said, genuinely grateful.
 
Bhola smiled and gently pulled back.
 
“Bhabhi, pehle yeh doodh pi lijiye.”
“Bhabhi, have this milk first.”
 
Simran picked up the glass and drank it in one long go, finishing every drop. The cool, slightly sweet milk felt good going down.
 
She handed the empty glass back to him and said,
 
“Bhola, ab mujhe jaane do khana finish karne. Ravi aane wala hai.”
“Bhola, now let me go finish the food before Ravi arrives.”
 
“Ji, Bhabhi,” he replied with a nod.
 
As she turned to leave, a sudden realization hit her.
 
She had fallen asleep completely naked after swallowing Bhola’s cum. And now she was wearing this sundress. There was only one person who could have dressed her.
 
Bhola.
 
A small, secret smile curved her lips. She felt a strange warmth in her chest; a mix of embarrassment and something deeper. He had taken care of her so gently while she was unconscious.
 
Still smiling inwardly, Simran walked downstairs to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner for her husband, her body still tingling from everything that had happened that afternoon.
 
Simran’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. She wiped her hands on a towel and picked it up. It was a message from Ravi:
 
“Boarded the flight. Landing around 8 PM. Tell Bhola to pick me up by 9 PM.”
 
She let out a small sigh. Time had flown faster than she expected. It was already 6:30 PM.
 
She called out toward the kitchen where Bhola was finishing the last touches on dinner.
 
“Bhola… Ravi flight mein baith chuka hai. Tumhe raat 9 baje airport jaana hai usko pick karne ke liye. Please car ready kar lo.”
“Bhola… Ravi has boarded the flight. You need to leave for the airport by 9 PM to pick him up. Please get the car ready.”
 
“Ji Bhabhi,” Bhola replied immediately. He wiped his hands and went outside to prepare the car.
 
Simran continued cooking, her mind already shifting back into “wife mode.” She had almost finished everything; the chicken was simmering, rotis were ready to be made fresh, and the dal was done. The house smelled warm and inviting.
 
About forty minutes later, Bhola returned. He was sweating from the effort of cleaning and polishing the car in the evening heat. His T-shirt clung to his chest and shoulders, dark patches visible under his arms and across his back. His face was shining with sweat, and a few drops rolled down his neck. Even in this state, he looked strong and masculine.
 
“Bhabhi, car ready hai,” he said, breathing a little heavily. “Main ab jaake ready ho jaata hoon.”
“Bhabhi, the car is ready,” he said, breathing a little heavily. “I’ll go get ready now.”
 
Simran nodded, stirring the chicken one last time.
 
Bhola walked to the fridge, took out a glass of cold water, and drank it in one go. As he placed the empty glass down, he looked at Simran and said casually,
 
“Bhabhi… aaj sirf ek baar hi doodh piya hai maine. Aapki chuchiyan abhi bhi full hongi. Dard ho raha hoga na? Main kapde change karke aata hoon, phir kuch doodh nikaal deta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… today I have drunk milk only once. Your boobs must still be full. It must be hurting, right? I’ll go change my clothes and then empty some milk for you.”
 
Without waiting for permission, he stepped behind her, reached around, and cupped both her heavy breasts through the thin sundress. He lifted and squeezed them gently, checking their firmness and weight. They were indeed very full again. Milk immediately started leaking, soaking into the fabric over her nipples.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… bahut full hain,” he murmured close to her ear. “Main change karke aata hoon aur inhe thoda khali kar deta hoon.”
“Yes Bhabhi… they are very full,” he murmured close to her ear. “I’ll go change and then empty them a little.”
 
As he turned to leave, his hand slid down and gave her plump ass a light, possessive squeeze; just enough to feel the soft flesh yield under his fingers.
 
Simran smiled to herself at his bold little action, a warm flutter running through her body. But the smile faded quickly as reality hit her.
 
What if Ravi was here?
 
Bhola’s casual grabbing of her boobs and squeezing her ass would be impossible to hide. His actions needed to become much more careful and hidden the moment Ravi returned. The thought made her stomach tighten with anxiety.
 
She stood there for a moment, spoon in hand, staring at the simmering chicken, her mind racing between the intense pleasure she had experienced with Bhola all day and the terrifying reality of her husband coming home in a few hours.
 
The house smelled of good food.
 
But the air felt thick with secrets.
 
Simran was still catching her breath after the intense orgasm when she looked at Bhola and said softly,
 
“Jab tum mujhe choosne aao to sirf underwear pehen ke aana kaafi hai. Is tarah aasaan hota hai.”
“Just underwear is good enough when you come to suck me. It’s easier that way.”
 
Bhola nodded with a small smile and went to change. A minute later he returned wearing only a simple white underwear and a loose T-shirt. The thin fabric of the underwear was already struggling to contain his heavy, semi-hard cock.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran had finished the last bits in the kitchen. She wiped her hands and said,
 
“Chalo tumhare room mein chalte hain aur wahan karte hain.”
“Let’s go to your room and do it there.”
 
She walked ahead and sat on the edge of his bed. Bhola followed and stood in front of her. He looked at her for a second, then said in a low, practical voice,
 
“Bhabhi… aap cow position mein kyun nahi ho jaati? Is tarah main doodh jaldi pee sakta hoon.”
“Bhabhi… why don’t you be in cow position? I can drink the milk faster that way.”
 
Simran’s eyes widened in embarrassment at the word “cow position.” Her cheeks flushed red.
 
“Bhola… tum yeh ‘cow’ jaisi baatein baar-baar kyun bolte ho? Mujhe bahut ajeeb sa feel hota hai.”
“Bhola… why do you keep using these words like ‘cow’? It makes me feel so strange.”
 
Bhola looked at her gently, his voice sincere.
 
“Bhabhi, bura mat maaniye. Aap pyaar aur sundarta ki murat ho. Yeh sirf ek position hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
“Bhabhi, don’t feel bad. You are the embodiment of love and beauty. It’s just a position. Nothing else.”
 
He lay down on the bed first, flat on his back. Simran hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly got on all fours and crawled over him, mounting on top so her heavy breasts hung directly above his face. The hem of her sundress had ridden up high on her thighs, exposing the lower curves of her ass.
 
The moment she was in position, Bhola quickly reached up and pulled the thin straps of the sundress down her shoulders. The dress slipped down easily, freeing both of her magnificent, milk-filled breasts. They hung heavy and full, swaying slightly above his face.
 
Bhola’s eyes darkened with hunger. He grabbed her left breast with one hand and brought it to his mouth, while his other hand cupped the right one. He latched onto the right nipple and started sucking hard and deep.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola…” Simran gasped, her body jerking forward.
 
He sucked with strong, rhythmic pulls, milk flowing freely into his mouth. Simran tried to control her moans at first, biting her lip, but it was impossible. Each deep suck sent sparks straight to her pussy.
 
“Ummmm… aaahhh… Bhola… dheere… aaahhh…”
 
Bhola was serious about emptying her this time. He switched between both breasts, sucking long and hard, making sure not to waste a single drop. Every time he pulled off a nipple, a thin spray of milk would arc out before he latched onto the other one.
 
After a particularly long suck, he gathered a big mouthful of milk, lifted his head, and pulled Simran down into a deep kiss. She opened her mouth willingly and they smooched passionately, tongues sliding together as she swallowed her own warm milk from his mouth.
 
“Mmmphhh… ummmmm…” Simran moaned into the kiss, her body trembling.
 
They repeated this several times; Bhola sucking hard and deep, filling his mouth, then feeding the milk to her with long, filthy kisses. Each kiss grew more passionate, their tongues dancing hungrily while milk and spit mixed between them.
 
Meanwhile, Bhola’s cock had woken up again. The thick monster was now fully hard, straining against the thin white underwear, the fat head pushing the fabric upward and leaking precum.
 
Simran was trying her best to stay focused on just the milking. She knew Ravi would be home soon. But her body was betraying her; her pussy was getting wetter with every suck and every kiss.
 
Bhola kept sucking with strong, deliberate pulls, making sure every last drop was taken out. Simran’s moans were getting louder and harder to control.
 
“Aaahhh… Bhola… aaj tum bahut zor se choos rahe ho… aaahhh… meri nipples bahut sensitive ho rahi hain…”
“Aaahhh… Bhola… you’re sucking so hard today… aaahhh… my nipples are so sensitive…”
 
Bhola switched to the left tit again, sucking even more greedily, determined to finish the job properly this time.
 
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of sucking, kissing, and Simran’s soft, needy moans.
 
And both of them knew they had to stop soon; before things went any further.
 
Bhola kept sucking with deep, rhythmic pulls for almost fifteen full minutes, emptying both of Simran’s heavy breasts completely. Milk flowed steadily into his mouth as he swallowed with soft, satisfied gulps. Simran’s body had relaxed into the pleasure, but her hips had started moving on their own. Even though she was trying to stay focused, her pantyless, dripping pussy was grinding slowly and involuntarily against the hard ridge of his cock through his underwear.
 
When Bhola finally released her nipple with a wet pop, he looked up at her, breathing heavily. His own cock was rock-hard again, straining painfully against the thin fabric.
 
Simran was still flushed and needy. She looked down at the massive bulge and whispered,
 
“Ab mujhe letne do… aur tum palat jao. Main thak gayi hoon.”
“Now let me lie down… and you turn around. I’m tired.”
 
Bhola hesitated for a second.
 
“Bhabhi… der ho jayegi. Ravi Sahib jaldi aa jayenge.”
“Bhabhi… we might get late. Ravi Sahib will be here soon.”
 
But Simran’s voice was firm, laced with lust.
 
“Bas palto.”
“Just turn around.”
 
He obeyed. They quickly shifted into a 69 position; Simran lying on her back, Bhola above her. She wanted one last taste before Ravi came home. She needed to feel that monster in her mouth again.
 
She reached up and slowly pulled his underwear down. The huge snake sprang free immediately; thick, dark, and rock-hard, veins bulging along the shaft, the fat purple head already leaking fresh precum. It hung heavy and intimidating right above her face.
 
Simran’s eyes darkened with hunger. She leaned up and planted a deep, wet kiss right on the sensitive tip, her soft lips pressing firmly against the leaking head.
 
Bhola let out a low, surprised groan.
 
“Ummmm…”
 
Simran smiled to herself. A naughty idea flashed in her mind. She wanted to show Preeti exactly how huge it was. She reached for her phone lying nearby.
 
“Bhola… kya main tumhare lund ki ek photo le sakti hoon?”
“Bhola… may I take a snap of your dick?”
 
Bhola looked surprised but didn’t hesitate.
 
“Zarur, Bhabhi.”
 
Simran held the phone up and took a clear photo of the massive, erect cock hovering above her face. She had to move her head back a little just to fit the entire length in the frame. Then she said,
 
“Phone upar se pakad lo ek second ke liye.”
“Hold the phone from the top for a second.”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Bhola took the phone. Simran placed her left hand beside the thick shaft for scale; her small, delicate hand looking tiny next to the enormous girth. She asked him to take another photo, making sure the comparison was obvious.
 
Bhola, still holding the phone, looked down at her with lust-filled eyes.
 
“Bhabhi… mujhe ek chhoti si request hai.”
“Bhabhi… I have a small request.”
 
Simran looked up at him, lips parted.
 
“Tell me.”
 
Bhola’s voice was husky.
 
“Aap mere lund ko muh mein lekar bahut sundar lag rahi hain. Mujhe aisi ek photo chahiye… please.”
“You look very beautiful with my dick in your mouth. Let me have one picture like that… please.”
 
Simran’s cheeks burned, but a filthy thrill ran through her.
 
“Shhh Bhola… tum bahut badmash ho.”
“Shhh Bhola… you are too naughty.”
 
Bhola kept looking at her with pleading eyes.
 
“Please, Bhabhi… bas ek.”
“Please, Bhabhi… just one.”
 
Simran bit her lip, then smiled shyly.
 
Simran was still on her knees, breathing heavily, her swollen lips glistening with spit and precum. She looked up at Bhola with hesitant, conflicted eyes.
 
“Bhola… nahi… yeh galat hai…”
“Bhola… no… this is wrong…”
 
But Bhola didn’t back down. He kept his voice soft, almost pleading, while his massive cock throbbed just inches from her face.
 
“Bhabhi… please… bas ek photo… aap itni sundar lag rahi ho… mera lund muh mein liye hue… main dekhna chahta hoon… aap bahut pyari lagti ho aise…”
“Bhabhi… please… just one photo… you look so beautiful… with my cock in your mouth… I want to see it… you look so cute like this…”
 
Simran shook her head again, cheeks burning red.
 
“Bhola… please mat maango… yeh bahut gandi baat hai…”
“Bhola… please don’t ask… this is very dirty…”
 
Bhola kept insisting gently, his voice low and full of desire.
 
“Bhabhi… ek baar… sirf ek… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain… aapki aankhein upar dekh rahi hain… bahut achha lagta hai mujhe… please Bhabhi…”
“Bhabhi… just once… only one… your lips are stretching so much… your eyes are looking up… it looks so good to me… please Bhabhi…”
 
He asked again and again, his tone patient but persistent. After several long minutes of his soft begging, Simran finally gave in with a defeated, embarrassed sigh.
 
“Theek hai… bas ek photo… aur kuch nahi. Samajh gaye?”
“Okay… just one photo… and nothing else. Understood?”
 
Bhola’s eyes lit up with excitement.
 
“Ji Bhabhi… bas ek.”
“Yes Bhabhi… just one.”
 
He stood up straight in front of her while Simran remained on her knees on the bed. His enormous 10-inch cock stood proudly in front of her face, thick and veiny, the fat purple head still leaking precum.
 
Simran took a deep breath, then opened her mouth wide. Bhola didn’t wait. He pushed his hips forward and shoved the thick head straight into her mouth.
 
“Ummmmphhh…!” Simran moaned around the girth. Even just the head was a challenge; it stretched her lips obscenely wide, filling her mouth completely. She could only take about 20% of the length before it pressed against the back of her throat.
 
Bhola started moving his hips slowly, sliding the thick cock in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. Simran’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue pressing against the underside. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room.
 
“Gluck… gluck… mmmphhh… slurp… gluck…”
 
Bhola looked down at her and smiled. He reached for his phone, switched to camera mode, and started taking pictures.
 
Click. Click. Click.
 
Simran looked up at him with watery eyes, her mouth stuffed full, trying to protest.
 
“Mmmphhh… Bhola… mmmphhh… nikaalo… mmmphhh…”
 
Her words came out completely garbled around the thick shaft, sounding like desperate, muffled moans. Bhola kept clicking, taking photo after photo from different angles.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho… jaise koi kaam devi… sirf mera lund choosne ke liye bani ho… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain… bahut pyari ho aap…”
“Bhabhi… you look so beautiful… like a sex goddess… made only to suck my cock… your lips are stretching so much… you are so adorable…”
 
He took several more shots; capturing the obscene contrast of her milky-white skin against the dark, veiny monster, her small hands resting on his thighs, her heavy breasts swaying with every thrust of his hips.
 
Then, without telling her, he quietly switched the phone to video mode and started recording.
 
Simran tried to pull back to speak, but Bhola held her head gently in place and pushed a little deeper.
 
“Mmmphhh… Bhola… nikaalo… mmmphhh…”
 
She struggled for a few seconds, her hands pushing weakly against his thighs, but Bhola didn’t let her go easily. When she finally managed to pull off with a loud, wet pop, thick strings of spit and precum connected her lips to the fat head. She gasped for air, swallowing the juices in her mouth.
 
“Bus Bhola… bahut ho gaya…”
“Enough Bhola… that’s too much…”
 
But Bhola immediately moved forward again and pressed the thick head back against her lips. Simran looked up at him for a second, her eyes dark with lust and hesitation, then opened her mouth without resistance. She took him back in and started sucking with real passion this time; deeper, wetter, hungrier.
 
“Ummmmphhh… slurp… gluck… mmmphhh… sluuuurp…”
 
She worshipped the massive cock now; licking the underside with long, slow strokes, kissing the thick veins, sucking the head hard while her hands stroked the shaft she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the leaking tip, drinking every drop of precum like it was nectar.
 
Bhola groaned, still recording secretly.
 
“Bhabhi… aap bahut achhe se choos rahi ho… aapka muh itna garam aur geela hai… mera lund pura geela ho gaya hai aapke thook se… choosiye… zor se choosiye mera lund…”
“Bhabhi… you’re sucking so well… your mouth is so hot and wet… my cock has become completely wet with your saliva… suck… suck my cock hard…”
 
Simran moaned louder around the thick shaft, her head bobbing faster, completely lost in the filthy act of worshipping her servant’s monster cock while her husband was on his way home.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran had no idea Bhola was recording everything on her own phone.
 
She was completely lost in the moment, sucking his massive cock like a pro. Her head bobbed with hungry, rhythmic strokes, taking as much of the thick shaft as she could manage. She pulled back occasionally to lick the entire length from the base to the tip with long, wet, filthy strokes of her tongue, dragging it slowly along the bulging veins.
 
“Ummmm… slurp… mmmphhh… gluck… sluuuurp…”
 
Her tongue flicked and swirled around the fat, leaking head, tasting every drop of his precum. She looked up at him from time to time with lust-filled eyes while her lips stretched wide around the girth. The contrast was breathtaking; her beautiful, innocent face worshipping that dark, monstrous lund.
 
Bhola glanced at the phone screen. It was already 7:15 PM. Ravi would be landing soon. He needed to hurry.
 
He closed his eyes, gripped her head a little firmer, and shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. Simran moaned loudly around the thickness as he exploded.
 
Waves of thick, hot cum blasted straight into her mouth. Jet after heavy jet flooded her tongue and throat. Simran gulped desperately, swallowing as fast as she could, but it was too much. Thick white cum overflowed from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in messy rivers and dripping onto her heavy, leaking tits.
 
“Gluck… gluck… mmmphhh… ahhhhmmmm…”
 
She drank everything she could like the eager cock-sucker she had become, her throat working visibly as she swallowed load after load. In the video, she looked absolutely beautiful; eyes watery, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched obscenely around his pulsing cock, occasionally looking up at him with pure lust while cum spilled from her mouth.
 
By 7:25 PM, both of them were sitting on the bed, breathing hard. Simran was still topless, cum and milk smeared across her breasts and chin. She reached for her phone absentmindedly and unlocked it.
 
Her eyes widened in shock.
 
The video was still playing on the screen; clear footage of her on her knees, sucking Bhola’s huge cock with sloppy, hungry enthusiasm. The audio captured every wet slurp, gluck, and moan perfectly.
 
“Bhola… yeh kya kiya tune?!”
“Bhola… what have you done?!”
 
she scolded, her voice a mix of anger and embarrassment.
 
“Tune video kyun banaya? Yeh galat hai… bahut galat!”
“Why did you make a video? This is wrong… very wrong!”
 
Bhola immediately moved closer, cupped her face gently with both hands, and pulled her into a deep, passionate smooch. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting the remnants of his own cum. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes with raw honesty.
 
“Bhabhi… ek baar dekho na… aap kitni sundar lag rahi ho isme. Mujhe batao main galat hoon kya?”
“Bhabhi… just look once… how beautiful you look in it. Tell me, am I wrong?”
 
He switched on the video and held the phone in front of her.
 
The footage played: Simran on her knees, eyes looking up at him with pure lust as she sucked his thick cock. Her head bobbing, lips stretched wide, tongue swirling, spit dripping down her chin onto her swaying tits. The way she moaned around his girth, the way her breasts jiggled with every movement; it was raw, filthy, and undeniably beautiful.
 
“Bhabhi… dekho… aapki lips itni stretch ho rahi hain mera lund lete hue… aapki aankhein upar dekh rahi hain… kitni pyari lag rahi ho aap… jaise sirf mera lund choosne ke liye bani ho… yeh video dekh kar mera lund phir se khada ho raha hai…”
“Bhabhi… look… your lips are stretching so much taking my cock… your eyes are looking up… you look so adorable… as if you were made only to suck my cock… just watching this video is making my cock hard again…”
 
Simran stared at the video, her face burning with shame… but she couldn’t look away. The sight of herself worshipping his monster cock was turning her on all over again.
 
Bhola kept the video playing, his voice low and filthy.
 
“ dekho Bhabhi… jab aapne mera lund muh mein liya tha… aur dono haath se sehla rahi thi… tab aap itni sundar lag rahi thi… aapki jeebh jab tip pe ghum rahi thi na… bahut current ja raha tha mere lund mein… aap bahut achhe se choos rahi thi… jaise professional randi ho… lekin meri pyari Bhabhi ho aap…”
“Look Bhabhi… when you took my cock in your mouth… and were stroking it with both hands… you looked so beautiful… when your tongue was swirling around the tip… so much current was running through my cock… you were sucking so well… like a professional whore… but you are my sweet Bhabhi…”
 
Simran’s breathing grew heavier as she watched herself sucking him so eagerly. She bit her lip, unable to deny how hot the video looked.
 
Bhola smiled and whispered,
 
“Bhabhi… aapko dekh kar lagta hai ki aap iske liye bani ho… mera lund choosne ke liye… aapki sundar si face… mera mota lund muh mein liye hue… bahut sexy ho aap…”
“Bhabhi… looking at you, it feels like you were made for this… for sucking my cock… your beautiful face… with my thick cock in your mouth… you look so sexy…”
 
Simran didn’t reply. She just kept staring at the video, her thighs pressing together as fresh wetness leaked between her legs.
 
The evidence of her submission was now saved forever on her own phone.
 
 
Simran sat there on the bed, still breathing heavily, her lips swollen and shiny, thick strands of Bhola’s cum still clinging to her chin and dripping slowly onto her heavy breasts. She stared at the phone in her hand, the video still playing on loop; her own face, eyes half-lidded with lust, mouth stretched obscenely around his massive cock, sucking and moaning like a desperate whore while cum overflowed from her lips.
 
She didn’t know what to say.
 
After a long, heavy silence, she finally whispered,
 
“Ab tum jaake ready ho jao. Mujhe bhi jaake ready hona hai.
“Now you go and get ready. I also have to go and get ready.”
 
Bhola nodded obediently, still naked, his spent but still impressive cock hanging heavy between his legs.
 
“Ji Bhabhi.”
 
Simran quickly adjusted her sundress, pulling the straps back up over her shoulders and smoothing the fabric over her cum-streaked breasts. She grabbed her phone and hurried out of his room, her legs still shaky from the intense orgasms.
 
Once upstairs in her own bedroom, she locked the door and leaned against it for a moment, heart pounding. She opened the video again and watched it in silence.
 
God… I look so sexy in this.
 
The sight of herself on her knees, sucking Bhola’s enormous cock with such hunger; her cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, eyes looking up at him with pure lust while thick cum leaked from the corners of her mouth; made her pussy twitch again. She had not only sucked her servant’s dick… she had swallowed his cum twice. And now it was all recorded.
 
She replayed the part where she had been on all fours, Bhola eating her pussy from behind, her body shaking violently as she squirted all over his face. The volcanic orgasm she had experienced was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her legs had given out, her mind had gone blank, and she had actually lost consciousness for a few seconds.
 
Things were changing very fast inside this house.
 
Simran shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away for now. She quickly took a bath, washing away the dried cum and milk from her body, but the memories refused to leave. After drying herself, she chose her outfit carefully; a pair of stretchable black capri pants that hugged her pear-shaped ass perfectly, accentuating every curve and making the soft, round globes look even more inviting. On top she wore a simple but low-cut white top that showed a generous amount of cleavage. The fabric was soft and clung to her heavy breasts, her nipples faintly visible whenever she moved.
 
She looked incredibly sexy; the kind of woman who could make any man lose his mind.
 
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Around 10 PM, Ravi finally arrived home. Bhola had picked him up from the airport and brought him back safely. Ravi looked tired but happy to be home. He had dinner with Simran at the dining table while Bhola served them quietly.
 
After dinner, they went upstairs to the bedroom to retire for the night. Ravi changed into his nightwear and lay down on the bed, pulling Simran closer.
 
“Simran… how was your day?” he asked, kissing her forehead softly.
 
Simran froze for a split second, her mind flashing through everything that had happened; Bhola’s cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum, the way she had moaned like a slut while sucking him, the intense orgasms he had given her with his tongue, the video now saved on her phone.
 
She forced a small smile and snuggled closer to her husband, trying to sound normal.
 
“It was… fine. Just the usual. Preeti came over in the evening. We talked for a while. How was your flight?”
 
Ravi started telling her about the journey, completely unaware of the storm that had been raging in his own house just hours earlier.
 
Simran listened, nodding at the right moments, but inside her head, the guilt and excitement battled fiercely.
 
The night had finally brought Ravi back home.
 
But the secrets between the walls of their house had grown much heavier.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

The next update will have the obvious scene, but i hope to get some twist. Apologies for delayed update but this story takes time, more than it use to before. Plus lot of things have changed in my life personally. So lets see how best and fast we can get the updates. Also can you guys post the best stories you have read till date? I want to read them too. 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Thank you for the update sir. Please take care of yourself & Please do take of your health. 
The illustrations are so appealing and complement the narrative so well, adding to the overall reading experience. On a whole it is both unique and powerful, with beautiful prose, captivating plot, and intriguing characters. Thank you for an absolute surreal reading experience.
One request sir. Updates and story can wait. But requesting you to stay interactive with your fans.

Thanks brother. I will ofcourse. But don't call me sir. Also if you want please add descriptive images.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I wanted to take a moment to truly commend you on the latest updates of your story. The narrative is progressing with such an incredible sense of fluidity; it feels remarkably realistic and grounded. 

One of the most commendable aspects of your writing is the pacing—nothing feels rushed or forced. The intimate encounters between Bhola and Simran are perfectly situational and feel like a natural evolution of the plot rather than just scenes added for the sake of it. The way you have built the tension between a Simran and her servant Bhola is masterful, and the organic growth of their dynamic deserves the highest praise.

The depth and detail you pour into every intimate sequence are simply staggering. Every line, every word, and every flicker of emotion is captured with such precision that it leaves a profound impact on the reader. The way you describe Simran’s visceral reactions to Bhola’s touch is so intricately woven and beautiful that it compels the reader to go back and re-read sentences multiple times just to soak in the intensity. It is erotica at its finest—bold, evocative, and deeply immersive.


What truly sets this story apart and breathes life into the text is the raw, raunchy, and authentic dialogue. Using Hindi for the "dirty talk" and lewd exchanges between Simran and Bhola is a stroke of genius. Since Bhola is a villager and a servant, those raw, unfiltered words add a layer of realism that makes the scenes feel incredibly potent. It adds a "soul" to the story that English alone couldn't capture. I am eagerly looking forward to seeing Simran embrace this side( Dirty Talk)of her even more. As she sheds her inhibitions and starts using those bold, explicit Hindi words( Lund , Choot. Gaand, Lund Choosna, Choot Chaatna, Choot Chodna)more frequently, it adds a unique fire to the story. The more she opens up and uses that raw language, the more impactful and breathless the narrative becomes.


Perhaps the most beautiful and distinguishing feature of your work is the complex portrayal of Simran’s character. Unlike so many clichéd stories on this site where the wife eventually loses respect for her husband, Simran’s deep love and immense respect for Ravi remain a constant. Even though she finds herself powerless against her sexual desires and Bhola's allure, her heart belongs to her husband. The lingering sense of guilt and remorse she feels after each encounter adds a layer of psychological depth that is rare in this genre.

That fear of losing Ravi and her unwavering affection for him is exactly what keeps the reader hooked; it makes her human and her predicament relatable.
I honestly hope you continue to maintain this balance. It is vital that her love for Ravi never diminishes, otherwise, the story risks becoming just another "run-of-the-mill" tale where the husband is humiliated and the wife becomes indifferent. Those clichéd tropes are everywhere, but your story is special because of the conflict.

In fact, I believe that to compensate for her "cheating," Simran should become even more affectionate, respectful, and dedicated to Ravi. By showering him with even more dignity and fulfilling his every wish, she tries to balance the scales of her secret life. This internal struggle—the contrast between her raw lust with Bhola and her heightened devotion to Ravi—is what will keep this story superior, unique, and a "super-hit" in every sense of the word.

You have a remarkable talent for storytelling, and your ability to balance extreme heat with genuine emotional stakes is top-tier. Thank you for consistently delivering such high-quality updates. Please keep up this fantastic work; you have created something truly extraordinary here!



Regards
Rocky ❤️

Bro i think and i am sure many readers would agree here that you write better than me.  You have given me too much generosity in applauding the script. I try my best. I read a lot of cuckold stories, you know i like the concept of cuckold because of the buildup, but it soon turns to humiliation and makes my dick go soft. Erotica need not be humiliation if its cuckold. It just means someone knows something and allows it to continue. I think a lot to create the ultimate cuckold story ever where its so lucrative that the reader doesn't feel sad for the husband character bad at all. But alas, its not possible. However, i plan to create the ultimate hallucination slowly. Lets see if i like it. If i do, so will you guys; i am sure. Thanks again for such nice words.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Guys a little busy in personal life. Will take some time for the next update.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I think time has come that a deposit money should be taken from writer Till they complete the story. The story writing should be free but once the story is written the deposited money should be given back to the writers. The writer who keep the story incomplete their whole deposit should be kept by the site owners. The number of Writers are increasing who keep their stories incomplete.

I totally agree. I have exams. After that next update I have planned. I can give an update today. But its no use. Not given enough attention. Even i hate i am doing this. I am flattered that you guy are angry. It means you liked what was happening. If only i could have given enough time to it. Really sorry.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Looks like this story is also getting abandoned midway like every other great stories, this has become habit of many writers they starts something good but eventually fails to put an end to that as a result we readers gets trapped in imagination only about what will happen next

It wont get abandoned midway

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

To be honest, i never saw the story go so much. I was writing it while gooning away for my own benefit. Then i just thought how about share it with others. The response was overwhelming. I am truly sorry for making you guys feel like this. I will do the needful but give me this month. I have exams. It can't be i start writing erotica now. I hate it too. Sorry again.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I really feel guilty. You guys really like the story so much. I have never seen so many comments on any other unfinished story. Ok. I will try to do something as soon as possible. But lets not put a date to it. I will do one. But it will take at least 10 to 12 days. Everyday i will try to make one or two scenes and compile them. After wo weeks, i should be able to give you guys a well deserved update.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

I didnt forget you guys. Just a small scene from the upcoming episodes. I was busy with my exams. two more left. Will be published coming Saturday. 

He grabbed her right leg and lifted it high, resting it on his left shoulder. This position spread her legs wide open, completely exposing her freshly eaten, swollen pink pussy. Her puffy lips glistened with her own thick white cream and his spit. He gripped her left thigh firmly with his right hand and slid his other hand under her raised right leg to grab a handful of her soft, juicy ass cheek, pulling her dripping cunt right toward his face.

Before Simran could react, Bhola buried his mouth against her pussy and gave it a hard, hungry smooch — lips sucking on her swollen folds, tongue pressing flat against her clit.
“Aaahhhhhh… Bholaaa…!” Simran screamed in pure joy and pleasure, her hands flying to his head. Her knees buckled slightly as a fresh jolt of electricity shot through her body.
Bhola pulled back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with her juices.
“Kyuki aapki choot itni meethi aur garam hai Bhabhi… main intezaar nahi kar paaya… sorry… bahut tasty hai aapki yeh pink choot… main isko choosne ke liye pagal ho jaata hoon…”

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Editing in progress. Should be ready. Will post soon. But quite a few pages. 

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

A quick recap will be good before we continue ahead

Page no 32.

[doodhwale_bhaiya]

Simran stepped out of the washroom, wiping her hands on a small towel, when a sudden jolt of panic hit her.
 
The photos. The video.
 
The memory of Bhola recording her while she was on her knees sucking his massive cock flashed in her mind like lightning. She had completely forgotten about it in the rush of getting ready for Ravi. Her heart started hammering in her chest.
 
She hurried out of the washroom and froze in the doorway.
 
Ravi was sitting on the bed, holding her phone in his hands, scrolling through something with full concentration. The screen glow lit up his face in the dimly lit room.
 
Simran’s heart skipped a beat. For a terrifying second, she thought he might have opened the gallery.
 
She forced herself to stay calm. Instead of snatching the phone (which would immediately make him suspicious), she walked casually toward the bedside table on Ravi’s side, pretending to search for something.
 
“Ravi… have you seen my hair clip?” she asked, opening the drawer and rummaging inside while subtly trying to glance at what he was doing on her phone.
 
Ravi looked up briefly, still focused on the screen.
 
“Mine battery is very low,” he said casually. “Hence using yours. I’m just ordering a new office bag from Amazon. The one I have is falling apart.”
 
His own phone was charging on the same bedside table, screen dark.
 
Simran felt a wave of relief wash over her, but she kept her voice light.
 
“Of course, no problem,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her right ear with her right hand, trying to look completely normal. Inside, she was cursing Bhola furiously.
 
That idiot… recording everything on my phone! What if Ravi had opened the gallery?
 
She sat down on the edge of the bed, still pretending to look for something, her mind racing. Ravi continued browsing for a few more seconds, then handed the phone back to her.
 
“Thanks, baby,” he said, kissing her cheek lightly before lying back on the bed.
 
Simran took the phone with a small smile.
 
“I’ll just go drink some water and be back,” she said, standing up quickly.
 
She walked downstairs to the kitchen, her heart still pounding. The moment she was alone, she unlocked the phone with her fingerprint and opened the gallery.
 
The first thumbnail that appeared made her breath catch.
 
It was a clear, high-resolution photo of her on her knees — mouth stretched obscenely wide around Bhola’s enormous, thick cock, her eyes looking up at him with pure lust, spit and precum dripping from her lips. The contrast was breathtaking: her beautiful, innocent face stuffed with that dark, veiny monster. The video thumbnail right next to it showed the same scene in motion.
 
Simran stared at it, a strange mix of terror and arousal flooding her body. If Ravi had seen even one of these…
 
She wanted to delete them immediately. Her finger hovered over the delete button.
 
But then a deep, forbidden tingle ran through her stomach. She felt her pussy twitch at the memory. The sight of herself sucking Bhola’s cock like that was incredibly hot. She couldn’t bring herself to delete them just yet.
 
She quickly searched the phone settings and found the “Hidden Album” feature. She moved all the photos and the video into the hidden folder, which could only be unlocked with her fingerprint.
 
She let out a long, shaky breath.
 
Safe… for now.
 
But the knowledge that those explicit videos and photos existed on her phone — proof of her cheating, her submission, her hunger — made her thighs press together tightly.
 
She stood in the kitchen for a moment longer, trying to compose herself before going back upstairs to her husband.
 
The secrets were multiplying.
 
And Simran was sinking deeper into them with every passing hour.
 
Simran slept a little more comfortably than she expected. After the intense, exhausting afternoon with Bhola, her body had finally given in to deep, dreamless rest. She woke up around 7:30 AM feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and lingering guilt. Her breasts were tender, her lips still slightly swollen, and between her legs there was a pleasant soreness. She freshened up quietly, avoiding too much eye contact with herself in the mirror.
 
Ravi had already left for the office by the time she came downstairs. He had kissed her forehead gently before leaving, whispering that he had an important day ahead. Simran hadn’t asked for details, and Ravi hadn’t offered any. Neither of them had brought up the Bangalore meeting again.
 
What Ravi hadn’t told Simran — and what she hadn’t thought to ask — was the true nature of that meeting.
 
 
The meeting had been scheduled with the owner of a rapidly growing AI-based app company. On paper, it was a straightforward networking and expansion project for their Indian operations, building on their successful setup in Korea. But the moment Ravi stepped into the luxurious conference room, he understood this was no ordinary client.
 
The owner was a woman in her late thirties — an absolute bombshell. Tall, confident, with sharp features, long dark hair, and a body that turned heads even in a professional setting. She wore a tailored black business suit that hugged her curves perfectly — full breasts, narrow waist, and hips that swayed with natural authority. Her name was Meera Kapoor, a wealthy Indian entrepreneur who had spent most of her life abroad.
 
The initial discussions were professional. But after the rest of her team left the room, Meera had asked Ravi to stay back for a “specific discussion.”
 
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her long legs, and looked at him directly.
 
“Mr. Ravi… can you help us understand what goes on in the mind of the normal Indian public as far as sex is concerned?”
 
Ravi had been completely taken aback. The question was direct, almost clinical, but delivered with a sultry undertone that made the air in the room feel heavier.
 
Meera continued without missing a beat.
 
“We are expanding our AI platform in India. It’s… adult-oriented. Soft porn, personalized fantasies, virtual companions — that kind of thing. But we need authentic cultural insights. What turns Indian men and women on? What are their hidden desires? Their taboos? Their fantasies? We don’t want generic data. We want real, grounded understanding. And since you’re heading this project, I thought it best to discuss this privately with you.”
 
The conversation quickly turned very sexual.
 
Meera spoke openly about kinks, fetishes, the Indian male fantasy of the “innocent yet slutty” woman, the appeal of forbidden relationships, the obsession with breasts and curvy figures, the secret desire for dominance and submission. She asked Ravi pointed questions about what Indian husbands really want in bed, what wives fantasize about when their husbands are away, and how technology could tap into those unspoken needs.
 
Ravi found himself both professional and uncomfortably aroused. Meera was magnetic — beautiful, intelligent, and completely unapologetic about the nature of her business. By the end of the meeting, Ravi was sweating slightly, his mind racing with images he knew he shouldn’t be having.