25-10-2025, 02:35 PM
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Saga 10 - Scene 2 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Usman stared at Dipa’s naked form. He slowly reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her magnificent breasts.
Usman: Alla-h… I missed the smell of these breasts. More than life itself.
Dipa: (a low, throaty whisper) Take them. They are yours. They have been waiting for you.
He leaned forward, burying his face between the heavy globes, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing in ecstasy.
Usman: Mmmm… yes… the smell… milk, and you… it is the scent of paradise.
He lifted his head slightly and focused on her right nipple, dark and hard, beaded with a tiny droplet of milk. He licked it, a slow, deliberate circle with the tip of his tongue, his eyes locked onto hers. He wanted to see her reaction, needed to watch her face as he claimed this part of her. From the shadows, Sameer leaned forward, his gaze also fixed on his wife’s face, desperate to witness her response.
Dipa gasped, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open again, finding Usman’s intense gaze. A visible tremor ran through her body.
Dipa: Ahhh… Usman… yes…
Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping as he took the entire nipple into his mouth, his suckle strong and steady. Milk flowed instantly, filling his mouth. He drank greedily, but his eyes never left hers. He watched the subtle shifts in her expression, the way her eyelids grew heavy, the slight flare of her nostrils, the way she bit down softly on her lower lip. Each sign of her pleasure fueled his own arousal.
Dipa: Mmmm… it feels… so good when you look at me like that… when you drink from me… it makes me feel… ahhh… so full… and so empty… all at once…
Her hands, which had been resting at her sides, moved as if of their own accord. They slid down Usman’s chest, over his flat belly, coming to rest on the hard bulge in his trousers. She felt the thick, rigid shape of his cock straining against the fabric. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across her face. Her fingers began to move, gently rubbing, outlining his shape.
This has gone beyond physical pleasure, Sameer thought, watching them from the darkness, his own hand tightening instinctively on his aching erection. Look at them. The way he looks at her… the way she’s touching him… it’s not just fucking. They’re… connected. Emotionally involved. The thought was a spike of pure agony driven directly into his heart, and yet, paradoxically, it made him even harder, his need to witness this profane intimacy overriding everything else. He had to watch.
Dipa: You are so hard for me already, my love. Just from tasting my milk. My body makes you strong, doesn’t it?
Usman: (pulling away from her breast, milk glistening on his lips) Everything about you makes me strong. Your milk… your touch… just looking at you… ahhh…
He groaned as her fingers found the button of his trousers, expertly unfastening it, then sliding down the zipper. She reached inside, her hand closing around his bare, hot, thick shaft.
Dipa: Yes… feel that. Feel how much I want you. How much my body responds to yours.
She began to stroke him, a slow, steady rhythm, her eyes still locked with his, her smile growing wider, more predatory. He was completely under her spell, a willing instrument in her hands.
Usman: Dipa… beti… please… I need…
Dipa: What do you need, Usman? Tell me. Tell me my love, what you desire.
Usman: I need to be inside you. Now. I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to empty myself into you.
Dipa: And you will. But first… more pleasure. For both of us. Lie back on the sofa. Let me worship this beautiful cock that belongs only to me.
He obeyed instantly, leaning back against the cushions, his erection jutting proudly upwards. Dipa knelt on the floor before him.
Dipa: Look at it… so thick… so hard… resurrected just for me. My power did this. My milk. My touch.
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precum from the tip.
Dipa: Mmmm… you taste even better down here. Salty. Strong.
She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity, her hand continuing to stroke the long shaft. Usman groaned, his hips beginning to thrust weakly against her mouth.
Usman: Oh, A-llah… Dipa… your mouth… it is… perfect… Is it better than your husband’s dick, Dipa?
The question hung in the air, cruel and deliberate. From the shadows, Sameer let out a choked sob. His own wife, kneeling before another man, being asked to compare their cocks. It was the ultimate humiliation. His erection throbbed with an agonizing intensity.
Usman looked down at Dipa, a cruel, triumphant smile spreading across his face.
Dipa: (pulling back slightly, her eyes glittering) My husband is a dog. A loyal pet who licks my feet and obeys my commands. You… you are a king. Tasting his queen. There is no comparison.
Sameer doubled over in the darkness, clutching himself, silent tears of shame and unbearable arousal streaming down his face. A dog… licking her feet… The words burned themselves into his brain, fueling a firestorm of conflicting emotions. He wanted to scream, to run in there, … and he wanted, more than anything, to stay exactly where he was and watch.
Usman: My queen. Today, I want everything from you. Every hole. Every drop. Every last dirty secret in that beautiful head of yours.
Dipa: (her voice a low, throaty purr) Then take it, my king. It is all yours. Rule me.
She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat opening effortlessly to accommodate his thickness. She worked him with an expert rhythm learned over weeks of devoted practice, her free hand moving between her own legs, her fingers finding her soaking wet clit. She rubbed herself as she sucked him, lost in a world of pure sensation, utterly oblivious to her husband’s silent agony in the shadows.
Sameer watched, tears streaming down his face, his body rigid with a mixture of unbearable pain and uncontrollable lust. His wife… his beautiful, treacherous wife… kneeling on their living room floor, expertly fellating another man while calling her husband a dog, her own fingers buried in her cunt… she was the horniest, most depraved, most magnificent creature he had ever known. And she was completely, utterly, devastatingly his. And not his at all.
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Usman stared at Dipa’s naked form. He slowly reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her magnificent breasts.
Usman: Alla-h… I missed the smell of these breasts. More than life itself.
Dipa: (a low, throaty whisper) Take them. They are yours. They have been waiting for you.
He leaned forward, burying his face between the heavy globes, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing in ecstasy.
Usman: Mmmm… yes… the smell… milk, and you… it is the scent of paradise.
He lifted his head slightly and focused on her right nipple, dark and hard, beaded with a tiny droplet of milk. He licked it, a slow, deliberate circle with the tip of his tongue, his eyes locked onto hers. He wanted to see her reaction, needed to watch her face as he claimed this part of her. From the shadows, Sameer leaned forward, his gaze also fixed on his wife’s face, desperate to witness her response.
Dipa gasped, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open again, finding Usman’s intense gaze. A visible tremor ran through her body.
Dipa: Ahhh… Usman… yes…
Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping as he took the entire nipple into his mouth, his suckle strong and steady. Milk flowed instantly, filling his mouth. He drank greedily, but his eyes never left hers. He watched the subtle shifts in her expression, the way her eyelids grew heavy, the slight flare of her nostrils, the way she bit down softly on her lower lip. Each sign of her pleasure fueled his own arousal.
Dipa: Mmmm… it feels… so good when you look at me like that… when you drink from me… it makes me feel… ahhh… so full… and so empty… all at once…
Her hands, which had been resting at her sides, moved as if of their own accord. They slid down Usman’s chest, over his flat belly, coming to rest on the hard bulge in his trousers. She felt the thick, rigid shape of his cock straining against the fabric. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across her face. Her fingers began to move, gently rubbing, outlining his shape.
This has gone beyond physical pleasure, Sameer thought, watching them from the darkness, his own hand tightening instinctively on his aching erection. Look at them. The way he looks at her… the way she’s touching him… it’s not just fucking. They’re… connected. Emotionally involved. The thought was a spike of pure agony driven directly into his heart, and yet, paradoxically, it made him even harder, his need to witness this profane intimacy overriding everything else. He had to watch.
Dipa: You are so hard for me already, my love. Just from tasting my milk. My body makes you strong, doesn’t it?
Usman: (pulling away from her breast, milk glistening on his lips) Everything about you makes me strong. Your milk… your touch… just looking at you… ahhh…
He groaned as her fingers found the button of his trousers, expertly unfastening it, then sliding down the zipper. She reached inside, her hand closing around his bare, hot, thick shaft.
Dipa: Yes… feel that. Feel how much I want you. How much my body responds to yours.
She began to stroke him, a slow, steady rhythm, her eyes still locked with his, her smile growing wider, more predatory. He was completely under her spell, a willing instrument in her hands.
Usman: Dipa… beti… please… I need…
Dipa: What do you need, Usman? Tell me. Tell me my love, what you desire.
Usman: I need to be inside you. Now. I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to empty myself into you.
Dipa: And you will. But first… more pleasure. For both of us. Lie back on the sofa. Let me worship this beautiful cock that belongs only to me.
He obeyed instantly, leaning back against the cushions, his erection jutting proudly upwards. Dipa knelt on the floor before him.
Dipa: Look at it… so thick… so hard… resurrected just for me. My power did this. My milk. My touch.
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precum from the tip.
Dipa: Mmmm… you taste even better down here. Salty. Strong.
She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity, her hand continuing to stroke the long shaft. Usman groaned, his hips beginning to thrust weakly against her mouth.
Usman: Oh, A-llah… Dipa… your mouth… it is… perfect… Is it better than your husband’s dick, Dipa?
The question hung in the air, cruel and deliberate. From the shadows, Sameer let out a choked sob. His own wife, kneeling before another man, being asked to compare their cocks. It was the ultimate humiliation. His erection throbbed with an agonizing intensity.
Usman looked down at Dipa, a cruel, triumphant smile spreading across his face.
Dipa: (pulling back slightly, her eyes glittering) My husband is a dog. A loyal pet who licks my feet and obeys my commands. You… you are a king. Tasting his queen. There is no comparison.
Sameer doubled over in the darkness, clutching himself, silent tears of shame and unbearable arousal streaming down his face. A dog… licking her feet… The words burned themselves into his brain, fueling a firestorm of conflicting emotions. He wanted to scream, to run in there, … and he wanted, more than anything, to stay exactly where he was and watch.
Usman: My queen. Today, I want everything from you. Every hole. Every drop. Every last dirty secret in that beautiful head of yours.
Dipa: (her voice a low, throaty purr) Then take it, my king. It is all yours. Rule me.
She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat opening effortlessly to accommodate his thickness. She worked him with an expert rhythm learned over weeks of devoted practice, her free hand moving between her own legs, her fingers finding her soaking wet clit. She rubbed herself as she sucked him, lost in a world of pure sensation, utterly oblivious to her husband’s silent agony in the shadows.
Sameer watched, tears streaming down his face, his body rigid with a mixture of unbearable pain and uncontrollable lust. His wife… his beautiful, treacherous wife… kneeling on their living room floor, expertly fellating another man while calling her husband a dog, her own fingers buried in her cunt… she was the horniest, most depraved, most magnificent creature he had ever known. And she was completely, utterly, devastatingly his. And not his at all.
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