Adultery A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men

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What an update brother. O like it. Usman and Dipa love story

[Itsonlyforu36]

Nice update, nice plot but go little bit slow,

Try to add more detailing, little bit of resistance so frontman try to convince her Praise her holy work , add little bit shyness as she thinks she is doing nobel work as a goddess not a hoe.

And my personal opinion try to avoid the scene of dipa with sabina (lesbo scence)

[Mrudhula]

Executive update

[ashuezy2]

9 likes out of 20. 11 more likes and new episode will be released.

[Lodabetweenboob]

Waiting for the next update

[Vissle]

Please dont just read but also support. Please like the post of writer so that he can proceed further. We want Usman chacha and Dipa love story. Its time for Usman to take away Dipa from her husband. Its time for Dipa to be usman chacha's lover and solemate.

[ashuezy2]

Looks like I have received 20 likes, this will be updated shortly.

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Looks like I have received 20 likes, this will be updated shortly.

Thank you so much writer. It's just that i can't wait to see Dipa and Usman's sexual relation.  I am so excited that Dipa and Usman will going to be one forever in upcoming night.

[ashuezy2]

Saga 7 - Scene 1 - The Hoor's desires 
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Five days had passed since Dipa came to save Usman. 

It was the middle of the night. Usman was sleeping soundly on the cot, wearing a simple white dhoti, his bare, wizened chest rising and falling peacefully. Sabina was asleep on a mat on the floor nearby.

But Dipa was awake. A familiar, restless heat was coiling in her belly. She looked at the sleeping form of Usman, not with pity or a sense of duty, but with a simple, direct hunger. This man, his body, his pleasure they were now a part of her life, a part of her own satisfaction.

She rose silently from her own mat and crawled onto the cot beside him. She leaned down, her long hair brushing against his skin, and began to lick his chest.

Her tongue traced slow, wet circles around his nipple, tasting the salt on his skin.

He stirred in his sleep, a low groan rumbling in his chest. She continued her ministrations, her mouth moving lower, her tongue dipping into his navel, then tracing a path down his belly toward the soft fabric of his dhoti. He woke with a soft gasp, his eyes fluttering open in the darkness.

Usman: (a sleepy, confused whisper) Dipa? Beti? What are you doing?

Dipa: Shhh. I was hungry for you, Usman. I couldn't sleep.

She lifted her head, her face hovering just above his groin, her eyes gleaming in the faint moonlight filtering through a crack in the tin roof.

Usman: But… Sabina is sleeping…

Dipa: She is tired. Let her rest. Tonight is for you and me.

She lowered her head again and began to kiss and lick his inner thigh, her hand moving to untie the knot of his dhoti. He let out a shuddering breath, his body coming alive under her touch.

Usman: You are… a hoor of the night… a beautiful hoor sent to torment me with pleasure…

She freed his cock from the folds of the dhoti. It was already semi-erect. She took him in her hand, her thumb stroking the head, and then took him deep into her mouth. It was not a ritual this time. It was not medicine. It was pure, selfish pleasure. His pleasure, and hers.

He moaned, a sound that was half-pain, half-ecstasy, his hands tangling in her hair. As Dipa suckled him, a voice, soft and amused, came from the floor.

Sabina: Mmm… what is this beautiful sound? Ah… I see. The goddess is hungry tonight.

Dipa lifted her head, a look of surprise on her face. Sabina was sitting up on her mat, a knowing smile on her lips.

Dipa: Chachi… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you…

Sabina: You did not wake me. The sound of your pleasure woke me. Do not stop on my account. A goddess must eat when she is hungry.

Dipa looked from Sabina’s smiling face down to Usman’s hard, throbbing cock. She smiled back.

Dipa: Come, Chachi. Join us. There is enough pleasure for all of us.

Sabina rose and came to the cot. As Dipa took Usman back into her mouth, Sabina knelt behind her, her hands moving to cup Dipa’s heavy, bare breasts. She began to squeeze them in time with Dipa’s sucking, her thumbs rolling the hard nipples. Dipa moaned around Usman’s shaft.

Sabina then moved lower, her mouth finding Dipa’s wet, waiting cunt. She began to lick and suck with an expert’s touch, her tongue finding Dipa’s clit immediately. Dipa cried out, her own hips beginning to buck, her mouth working on Usman’s cock with a new, frantic energy.

Usman: Oh, Alla-h… both of you… I am… I am dying…

Dipa: (pulling off him for a second) No, you are living! We are all living!

She went back to his cock as Sabina continued to feast on her. The small hut was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their three-way pleasure, a chain of ecstasy with Dipa at its center. Usman’s body began to tremble, his climax approaching.

Usman: I am coming, beti! I cannot hold it!

Dipa: Yes! Give it to me!

He exploded in her mouth, his hot seed a familiar, life-giving taste. At the same moment, feeling his release, and with Sabina’s tongue still working its magic on her, Dipa’s own orgasm ripped through her, a silent, screaming convulsion of pure bliss.

They collapsed into a tangled heap on the cot, a complete, self-contained, and profoundly unconventional family unit, their desires and pleasures inextricably bound together in the warm, dark intimacy of the hut.

Dipa lay in the tangled heap of limbs, her body still humming from her powerful orgasm, the taste of Usman’s life force a faint, salty memory in her throat. She looked at the old man, who was breathing heavily beside her, a look of blissful exhaustion on his face. But she could see a new fire rekindling in his eyes.

Dipa: My Love, Usman, I think you now have enough stamina for Round two.

Usman: (a slow, wolfish grin spreading across his face) Yes, you are right. I feel the power in my body to go again.

Dipa: Awesome! Chachi, I need you again. Please, lick my asshole.

Sabina: Yes, beti, anything for you.

Dipa: I am going to feed Usman now. My love, drink my milk. You deserve it.

She sat up, pulling on the old, borrowed blouse but not bothering to button it. She simply pushed the fabric aside, freeing her huge, milky breasts. Usman immediately moved, his mouth latching onto a nipple with the familiar greed of a devoted supplicant. Sabina moved to Dipa’s back, gently tilting her hips to get better access. Dipa moaned as she felt Sabina’s hot tongue begin to trace the crack of her ass.

Sabina: Let me put my fingers inside you, beti, while I lick.

Dipa: Oh, Chachi, you always know what I want.

Sabina: Oh, I know. I have been in this profession for many, many years now.

Usman: (pulling away for a breath) Ya Alla-h, aaj phir chusne ko milega. Tu mere par bahut meherban hai. (Oh Alla-h, I get to suck again today. You are very merciful to me.)

He latched back onto the nipple, sucking hard, the milk pouring from her breast into his mouth. Dipa moaned loudly, her head falling back.

Dipa: Usman, I love you so much. Kiss me.

He disentangled his mouth from her nipple and moved up, capturing her lips in a deep, wet kiss. They exchanged saliva, the taste of her milk mixing with the taste of her mouth.

Dipa: My love, suck my milk again.

He obeyed, returning to her breast. All the while, Sabina continued her ministrations, her fingers sliding deep inside Dipa’s ass, her tongue licking and probing.

Sabina: Oh Dipa, you are so wet.

Dipa: Yes, Chachi… you are making me so wet… your tongue… your fingers… ahhh…

Sabina worked her with an expert’s skill, her tongue swirling, her fingers stretching and massaging Dipa's insides. At the other end, Usman suckled with a renewed vigor, his free hand moving down to Dipa's wet cunt, his own fingers finding her clit.

Dipa: Oh God… Usman… Chachi… both of you… at the same time…

She was being worshipped from every angle, her body a being attended to by two lovers. Her breast was being drained, her clit was being rubbed, and her ass was being licked and fingered. It was an overwhelming symphony of pleasure.

Dipa: Don’t stop… please, don’t stop… I need it… I need you both… deeper, Chachi! Yes, right there! Usman, pinch my nipple… yes, bite it! I need the pain!

They obeyed her every command, their desire now completely subservient to hers. She was their queen, their goddess, and they were the instruments of her ecstasy.

Sabina: You are ready to burst, beti. So full. So responsive. Let it all out for me.

Dipa: I’m… I’m close… Chachi… Usman… I’m going to… ahhhhhh!

Her body went rigid, a massive orgasm ripping through her, triggered by the simultaneous stimulation. She screamed, a long, high-pitched sound of pure, unadulterated release. As she climaxed, Usman pulled his mouth from her breast, his own body trembling.

Usman: Now… I must be inside you now!

Dipa: (panting, her body still trembling) Yes… fuck me… both of you…

Sabina moved away from Dipa’s ass, her face slick. She gently pushed Dipa onto her back and guided Usman between her legs.

Dipa: No… Chachi, you too.

Sabina: What, beti?

Dipa: Your mouth. While he fucks me. I want your mouth.

Sabina smiled and positioned herself at the head of the cot. Usman entered Dipa with a single, powerful thrust, and at the same moment, Sabina took Dipa’s mouth in a deep, consuming kiss.

Dipa was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her pussy being filled by Usman’s hard cock, her mouth being possessed by Sabina’s expert tongue, her breasts being squeezed by their free hands. It was a perfect, seamless loop of pleasure, a three bodied organism moving as one.

Usman: I am coming! Dipa! Sabina! I am coming!

Dipa: (muffled by Sabina’s kiss) Yes! Fill me!

He roared as he came, his hot seed flooding her womb. As she felt his release, Dipa climaxed again, her body bucking and spasming, her teeth biting down gently on Sabina’s tongue. They all collapsed together, a tangled, sweaty, spent heap, their individual desires momentarily satisfied in a shared, explosive release.

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I don't know why but Dipa is fall in love with Usman chacha. Well you should because Usman understand your emotion and physical need. Dipa should give her rest of life to usman

[Vissle]

Please update next

[ashuezy2]

Saga 7 - Scene 2 - The Hoor's Desires
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Next morning.

The first hint of grey light was filtering through the cracks in the hut wall when Dipa woke. The air was cool and smelled of wet earth from the night's rain. Sabina was still sound asleep on her mat. Dipa turned and saw Usman lying on the cot, his eyes open, watching her. A soft, gentle smile was on his face.

Dipa: You are awake.

Usman: I have been awake for some time. I was watching you sleep. You look so pretty, beti.

Dipa: (smiling) Let's go for a morning walk, my love. Just you and me. The air smells of earth, rain, and something undefinably peaceful.

Usman: A walk? With you? It would be my honor.
She got up and found a simple, clean, light blue sari of Sabina’s. She wrapped it around her blouse and rest of the naked body, forgoing a petticoat, bra, or panties. The cool cotton felt soft against her skin. Usman, with a newfound energy, stood and put on a fresh white kurta and pajama. He looked less like a patient and more like a dignified elder.

They slipped out of the hut into the quiet, waking slum. The air was fresh and cool. Dipa took his arm, linking it with hers, and they began to walk slowly along the path by the canal. With every step, his elbow brushed against the heavy, unsupported side of her breast.

Usman: I never thought I would see a sunrise again. And certainly not like this, with the most beautiful woman in the world on my arm.

Dipa: There will be many more sunrises for you, Usman. I am here now.

Usman: The world seems new to me. The colors are brighter. The air is sweeter. You did not just heal my body, Dipa. You resurrected my soul.

Dipa: I only gave what was needed. You were the one who was brave enough to receive it.
They walked in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the quiet intimacy. They reached a more secluded spot, where a large banyan tree grew by the water's edge, its roots creating a natural bench.

Dipa: Let’s sit here for a moment.
They sat on the roots, their bodies close, looking out over the still water of the canal.

Usman: Stay with us, Dipa. Be our light. Sabina and I… we are your family now. You are the heart of this home.

Dipa: (after a long pause) I am happy here. For now, this is my home.
He turned to her, his old eyes full of a love so profound it made her breath catch in her throat. He leaned in and kissed her, not with the desperate hunger of before, but with a deep, tender affection. She kissed him back, her hands coming up to cup his face.

Dipa: My love…
Usman: My hoor… my life…
His hand moved from her face down to her chest, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her breast through the thin cotton of her sari and blouse.

Usman: Even after all the milk you have given… you are still so full. So heavy.

Dipa: They are always full for you, Usman.
She took his hand and placed it fully on her breast, pressing his palm against her nipple. It hardened instantly under his touch.

Usman: I want to taste you again. Not like a desperate patient. But like a man tastes his beloved.

Dipa: Then taste me.

She unbuttoned her blouse, the morning air cool on her warm skin. She freed her breast, and he lowered his head, his mouth closing over the nipple with a soft, loving reverence. He suckled gently, not for nourishment, but for the sheer pleasure of her taste, her closeness.

Dipa: Yes… just like that…

Her own desire stirred, a slow, warm current spreading through her. She looked down at his lap. Even through his pajama, she could see that he was hard for her.

Dipa: You are ready for me again, my love.

Usman: I am always ready for you, Dipa. My body now lives only for your touch.
She gently pushed his head away from her breast.

Dipa: Then show me.
She stood up and unwrapped her sari, letting it fall in a heap on the ground. She was completely naked in the soft morning light. She knelt before him, unfastened his pajama, and freed his hard, thick cock.

Dipa: You have given me such beautiful words, my love. Now, let me give you a beautiful feeling.
She took him in her mouth, her movements slow, sensual, and full of the affection she felt for him. It was not the desperate healing of before, but an act of pure, romantic love. He groaned, his hands in her hair, his body trembling with a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

Usman: Dipa… my Dipa… I am…

Dipa: Yes, my love. Give it to me.

He came with a deep, shuddering sigh, his release a testament to the life she had given him back. She took it all, then lay her head in his lap, a profound sense of peace settling over them both as the sun rose higher, casting a golden glow over the strange, beautiful new world they had created together.

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Saga 7 - Scene 3 - The Hoor's desires
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Dipa rested her head in Usman’s lap, a profound sense of peace settling over her. After a moment, she lifted her head and, with a slow, deliberate tenderness, began to clean his soft penis with her tongue, licking away the last traces of his release. He sighed, a soft, contented sound, his hand gently stroking her hair.

Usman: Ready for round two, my love?
Dipa looked up at him, a new, mischievous glint in her eyes. The anilingus she had received from Sabina had awakened a new curiosity in her, a desire to explore, to taste, to possess every part of the men she took as her own.

Dipa: I want to lick your ass.
Usman stared at her, his eyes widening in shock, then clouding over with a dark, intense arousal. He felt his cock, still soft in her hand, begin to stir and harden again with surprising speed.

Usman: Oh, you are making me erect again. Come.
He stood up, his body trembling slightly with anticipation.

Dipa: Turn around for me, my love. Bend over the root of this great tree. I want to worship you from behind.
He obeyed without question, placing his hands on a large, exposed root of the banyan tree and bending at the waist, presenting his wrinkled, aged backside to her. She knelt on the ground behind him, her hands coming up to cup his buttocks.

Dipa: So strong, even now. You have been through so much, and still, you are a man. Let me taste you. Let me taste your strength.
She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over his skin before her tongue darted out to trace the deep crack between his ass cheeks. He gasped, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the root.

Usman: Dipa… no one has ever…

Dipa: Shhh. I am the first. I am the only one. I am yours, and I will worship every part of you.
She parted his cheeks with her hands, exposing his anus. She licked it, slowly at first, then with more confidence, her tongue swirling and probing, learning the textures of his body. He was moaning now, low and deep in his throat, a sound of pure, shocked pleasure.

Usman: Ahhh… yes… right there… it feels… I cannot describe it…

Dipa: You don’t have to describe it. You only have to feel it.
She pushed her tongue inside him, and he cried out, his hips bucking back against her face. She held him steady, her mouth working on him with a focused intensity, bringing him to a new, unbearable peak of pleasure. His cock was now a rigid bar of iron, pressing against the rough bark of the tree.
After several minutes, she pulled away. He was panting, his body trembling.

Dipa: Now. You are ready. Fuck me now, my love. Fill me with the life I gave back to you.
He turned, his eyes blazing with a love and lust so intense it was almost frightening. He pressed her back against the thick trunk of the banyan tree, one of its low-hanging roots a perfect perch for her to sit on. He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

Usman: You own me, Dipa… my body, my soul… it is all yours.
He entered her with a single, powerful thrust. She gasped, the feeling of him inside her again, here in the open, even more thrilling than before.

Dipa: Yes… fuck me against this tree… let the earth see how you worship me…
He began to move, his rhythm deep and steady, a primal dance in the soft morning light. They were hidden from the main path, but the risk of discovery was a sharp, delicious spice.

Usman: Every thrust… every breath… is your name…

Dipa: Harder, my love. Show me how alive you are. Fuck my in the open in this morning. 
He increased his pace, his body slamming against hers, the sound echoing softly in the quiet air. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her mouth finding his. They kissed, a deep, frantic, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues wrestling as he fucked her.

Dipa: I’m… I’m close… Usman…

Usman: Me too… together, my love... together!
They cried out at the same time, their bodies convulsing, his hot seed flooding her as her own orgasm ripped through her. They clung to each other, panting, their bodies slick with sweat, their shared climax a final, powerful seal on their strange, profound love.

They slowly dressed, their movements languid and sated. He helped her wrap her sari, his hands lingering on her waist. She helped him tie his pajama, her fingers brushing against his soft cock. They walked back to the hut, arm in arm, their shared secret a warm, glowing presence between them, the morning ritual complete.