Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Stepping Out and Pushing Boundaries
The next morning of Wednesday, Shazia got ready to drop her son at college, her spirit soaring with an intoxicating energy. She deliberately bypassed her usual shapeless clothes and wore a tight-fitting, vibrant yellow cotton kurti. The side-slits were cut daringly high, ending just below the fleshy curve of her buttocks. She left her dark hair open, feeling the cool morning breeze caress her bare neck. As she walked through the college gate, the sway of her wide hips and the pronounced bounce of her milk-swollen breasts commanded the collective male gaze like a physical, magnetic force.
 
The college watchman, a man in his late fifties, stopped dead in his tracks and now openly stared, his hungry eyes lingering intensely on the bounce of her breasts every time she took a step past him. A few fathers, standing in a group nearby, abruptly stopped their conversation; their eyes dropped, hungry and blatant, completely glued to the exposed curve of her hips and the jiggle of her buttocks.
 
On the way back, she stopped to buy vegetables from a young, wiry vendor in his early twenties. He looked up, his gaze instantly snagging and lingering a little too long on the straining fabric across her chest.
 
"Madam aaj bahut acche hai," (Madam, today they are very nice,) he said, his voice smooth and practiced. He was explicitly referring to her massive boobs, while his words were safely put forth as if he was merely talking about the fresh vegetables on his cart.
 
Shazia knew exactly what he was looking at. She leaned forward slightly over the cart to examine some spinach, knowing well that the movement would make the thin yellow cotton stretch to its absolute tearing point across her breasts, making her dark nipples press visibly against the fabric.
 
"Acche hain toh theek hai. Ye ek kilo sabzi dena," (If they're good, then fine. Give me a kilo of spinach,) she said, her voice dripping with casual seduction. As he weighed the vegetables, she deliberately shifted her shoulder, letting her dupatta slip entirely down her arm, completely exposing her bare shoulder and the deep, shadowy curve of her neckline. The vendor's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and he almost dropped the weighing scale in sheer shock and lust. Shazia paid him, and a slow, deliberate, wicked smile played on her glossy lips. She carried her son on the side of her hip, and walked away, physically feeling his burning eyes ruthlessly undressing her swaying ass.
 
Returning to the quiet sanctuary of her home, she placed her toddler on the bed and put him to sleep. She took a fresh, lingering bath, and wore the same tight-fitting yellow kurti again. Feeling incredibly beautiful and dripping with a secret arousal, she clicked a few selfies highlighting her deep cleavage and posted them. She accidentally left the privacy setting to 'Public' instead of 'Private' as Iqbal had taught her, but as the notifications immediately began to roll in, she deliberately chose to leave it that way. She absolutely loved reading the desperate, lust-filled comments from strange men. She felt deeply curious to know exactly what men thought of her voluptuous body, and these filthy comments were feeding her that exact validation she had been longing to know.
 
While she was checking her incoming friend requests to add any known contacts, her eyes snagged on a specific profile picture. It was a muscular young man, completely shirtless, wearing only low-slung jeans that showcased a deep V-cut pointing to his groin. Feeling a sudden, sharp spike of curiosity and raw physical attraction, she opened the profile: Vickie_Photos. The name on the profile read Vikram Vishwakarma. She scrolled through his grid. He was incredibly handsome, in his late 30s, a fitness model and a photographer. Most of his posts were gym pictures, showcasing his chiseled, sweaty, shirtless body in highly seductive, flexing poses. Finding him wildly interesting, and feeling a deep, dirty sense of pride that a stud like him had sent her a request, she quickly added him.
 
A few minutes later, a notification appeared. It was him. Vikram Vishwakarma. His message was simple but effective: "Wow... just wow. Looking like a queen."
 
A massive thrill went through her chest. They chatted briefly, his compliments flowing freely.
"Your husband is a very lucky man," he typed.
 
Shazia blushed, feeling a rush of feminine pride. "Thank you," she replied.
 
Returning his compliments, she texted him, "Aap bhi bahuth handsome ho." (You too are very handsome.)
 
"Acha? Tumhe kaise patha?" (Really? How do you know?) Vikram asked.
"Aapke profile photos dekha maine.." (I saw your profile photos..) Shazia replied.
"Ohh. Tho aapko mein pasand aaya.." (Ohh. So, you did like me)
 
Ignoring the direct flirtation but enjoying the heat of it, Shazia tried to change the topic. "Aap karthe kya ho?" (What do you do?)
 
Vikram replied, "Kartha tho main bahuth kuch hun. Filhal tumhari khoobsurathi dekh raha hun." (I do lots of things, but for now, I am admiring your beauty.)
 
Shazia blushed and giggled in her empty bedroom, typing, "Bathao na.." (Tell me na..)
 
Vikram responded, "Main tho modelling kar raha hun aur saath mein photography ka kaam. Gym trainer ka kaam bhi kar letha hun." (I am doing modelling work and also some photography. I also work as a Gym trainer.)
 
Shazia replied smiling, "Acha. Isliye aapka fitness ithna acha hai…" (Okay. That’s the reason for your fitness...)
Vikram: "Haan ji. Aur ab tum tumhari khoobsurathi ka raaz humein bhi bathaiye?" (Yes. And now you let me also know the secret of your beauty?)
 
Shazia smiled and thoroughly enjoyed the flirty conversation with him. She found it incredibly exciting to be complimented and appreciated by such a handsome, muscular fitness guy. After some introduction filled with fun and flirting, she excused herself saying she had to work.
Shazia and Vikram continued to chat similarly the next day for a considerably long time. Shazia found him highly attractive when he shared his photos with her, and she openly passed her admiring comments to him. Mixed with his casual outdoor photos, Vikram also kept sending her his sweaty workout photos in the gym, deliberately showing off his fit, hard body to her. While she initially tried to ignore commenting on such explicit photos, he persistently prompted her interest, asking her, "Aapko ye kaise laga…" (How did you like this...) "Ye mere biceps dekho…" (Look at my biceps...) "Isme mera thighs ka workout kar raha hun. Thighs dikh raha hai?" (I am doing my thighs workout in this. Can you see the thighs?) Shazia was hopelessly compelled to respond, her own body heating up at the visual display of his raw masculinity.