Our story revolves around a beautiful, aristocrat housewife who gradually suffers from loneliness and at one point engages in sexual relations with a dirty beggar. She was then seen intercourse with some lower-class horny men.
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The afternoon time is really boring for the Dipa. Since Samir left the office, there has been no special work of her. She doesn't sleep at all in the afternoon. After Tukun falls asleep, she sometimes watches TV, sometimes listens to music. When nothing feels good, she thinks of various absurdities. Tukun is their only son. He is barely one year old. The age of the Dipa is 24. They have been married for almost four years. Sameer works in the corporate sector. After being transferred to Kolkata, Samir bought an old one-storey house. The house has been made more beautiful with some decorations. Dipa is very beautiful. Who will tell that she is the mother of one child? Rather anyone who sees her will say she is a college student. Beautiful face. Body slim, sexy, thin waist, and huge big ass. Her breasts are already huge and erect. They have become bigger after having a baby. Deepa has a lot of milk in her boobs. Tukun can't finish eating alone at all. Shortly after Tukun drinks milk, her breasts become full of milk again. Then her breasts aches. She presses her own breast and tries to get the milk out. But very little milk comes out of it. Her pain remains.
One day at noon Deepa was sitting quietly. Tukun just fell asleep. The sky became cloudy. The weather has been like this for a few days. Suddenly the sky is covered with clouds. And it is raining with lightning. With that there is a strong storm. After a while, two or three thunderbolts sounded loudly. Deepa was startled. Then it rained profusely. Tukun woke up. He started crying loudly. Deepa took him in her arms and began to seduce him and started to stop his crying.
Meanwhile, lightning was flashing so hard that Deepa herself started getting startled. Needless to say, Tukun will be scared in that case. He started crying even louder. Deepa took him in her arms and began to seduce him in various ways.
Deepa was looking out of the window and observing the horrible nature. At that moment, she saw a man standing on the verandah of their house, soaking wet. On closer inspection she realized he was an old man. The man is very thin. He is wearing a cloak. That is very dirty and clumsy. It was not long before Deepa realized that he was a beggar. The man was already completely wet in the rain. He was trembling and muttering something. Perhaps he was praying to God for relief.
Meanwhile, the violence of nature is gradually increasing. There are more thunderstorms and incessant rains. The sound of Tukun's cries was drowned out by the horrible sounds all around.
Deepa was repeatedly looking out of the window at the old man standing on their verandah. He was not getting much benefit from standing there. He was soaking wet in the rain. He was shivering in the cold. Seeing him, Deepa was really feeling very sorry this time. Both his parents were social workers. She learned from them how to love and serve the poor and helpless people. Seeing the helpless beggar standing on the porch of her house today, she could not understand how to help him.
Deepa's constant consolation has made Tukun a little quieter. Deepa decided that if he was called inside the house for at least a while, at least in this cold, he would not have to get wet in the rain.
But she could not call him. Anyway, he is a stranger. There are no men in the house at this time. Only she and one -year-old Tukun. On the other hand, she could not keep her mind still when she saw the skinny beggar shivering in the cold. A guilt was working in her mind. If she wishes, she can give him shelter in this huge house for a while so that his current troubles can be alleviated. To be honest, she went after a great dilemma.
But after a while she decided. She thought, if she doesn't help him in this situation, she will be identified as very selfish. And that would be a terrible sin. Tukun fell asleep again. She gently laid Tukun on the bed. Then she crawled forward through the window. She stared at the old man for a few moments. Then she called softly, "uncle...!"
He didn't seem to hear. So this time Deepa called out a little louder, "uncle... can you hear me?"
This time he turned his head and looked. He saw a beautiful lady calling him. He was quite surprised.
Deepa said to him, "You are soaking wet."
He said in a compassionate voice, "What shall I do, madam? This is how helpless people like us have to suffer. That is God's will."
"Don't say that, uncle. You come in. I'm opening the door."
"That won't be right, madam. I can't go in. How can a beggar as insignificant as me enter the house of a rich woman like you?"
"People have to be helped in their needs. That should be the religion of the people. You come in." Deepa opened the door of her room.
The man soaked in water for so long was really tired. He stared into Deepa's eyes for a few moments.
Seeing that the man's hesitation had not yet subsided, Deepa softly requested him, "Uncle, what happened? Come on!"
Then he moved a little and made space for him to enter the room. The man hesitated a bit and finally entered the room. Deepa's house is very well decorated. Their house is one storey but there are four big rooms. This room is basically used a lot like dining. There are a bed and several large sofas. The man looked around the room in amazement.
This time Deepa looked at him well. He will be at least 65 years old, extremely thin. The skin of the whole face is wrinkled. Seeing the room for a moment, this time the man focused on Deepa. Deepa is wearing sleeveless, noodle strap nighty. Deep cleavage of Deepa's huge boobs is visible. The man's gaze was focused on that.
Deepa did not notice that. Water was dripping from the man's cloak on the marble floor. Deepa looked at him and said, "Yeah! You're soaking wet."
The man said, "Yes, that's why I didn't want to come in. Your clean house is getting dirty for me."
"No. I don't think so. I think if you stay like this for a while, your body will get cold."
"Nothing. Madam. We have those habits."
Deepa thought for a few moments. Then she said to the man, "Listen. You go to the bathroom and take off these wet clothes for now. I'll give you another dress."
The man said in an objectionable voice, "What are you doing, madam? It won't be done by me."
Deepa said in a dominating tone, "I say you please take off these wet clothes. My parents were social workers. We know how to love poor people."
Deepa handed an unused lungi (a kind of one piece cloth which is usually worn by Indian men on their lower body) of Samir towards the man. "Take it! And there's a bathroom over there. Go there and change."
The man could not disobey Deepa's order this time. Deepa gave him a towel and the lungi. Deepa heard the sound of the shower after the man went to the bathroom. That means he is taking a bath. After a while, the man came out. The man's upper body is naked at the moment. The skin on his body is very scaly and wrinkled. The hair on the whole body, a few hairs on the head and the large beard have turned white. He brought his wet clothes by hand. He left them in one corner of the room.
Dipa said, "You don't have to worry. I will give you some new clothes."
The man looked into Deepa's eyes in surprise. As well as shivering in the cold. Seeing his situation, Deepa said in a sympathetic voice, "Oh. I see you are suffering a lot in the cold. Wait! I am making coffee for you. You sit here." Deepa handed him a plastic chair.
Then Deepa went to the kitchen to make coffee.
A few minutes later Deepa entered the room with a tray of coffee and some snacks.
The man pointed to Tukun, who was lying on the bed, and said, "Wow. Your son is very handsome."
Deepa laughed and said, "Thanks. You eat these."
He said, "There was no need for this. You have already done a lot of good."
"It's of no use. It's my duty. Take it. Get started."
When the coffee and snacks were complete, the man said to Deepa, "Thank you Madam for what you have done. I can see that there are still good people in the world."
The man kept looking at Deepa's deep cleavage as he spoke. Deepa noticed that this time. She looked a little embarrassed. In fact, such a sexy nighty is not meant to be worn in front of outsiders. But she didn't notice so much before calling the man inside. She was trying to cover her breasts with her hands.
On the other hand, there is no sign of stopping the storm and rain outside. The man said, "Ah! What a disaster!"
"Yes. The meteorologists, of course, had forecast earlier."
After a while the man became a little restless. "I'll go this time. I've troubled you a lot."
"What! Where will you go in this disaster? Wait until the storm stops."
The man breaks the silence and asks, "Who else is in your house?"
