Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Vickie_Photos: Bas! Yeh toh mera kaam kar degi. (That's it! This will kill;,.'do the job for me.)
Vickie_Photos: Mujhse control nahi hoga. (I won't be able to control myself.)
Vickie_Photos: Kya gora badan hai... aur beech ka naabhi... main toh bas isse chatna chahta hoon. (What a fair, fair body... and the navel in the middle... I just want to lick it.)
 
His words were filthy, explicit caress. Her hand was already moving instinctively, sliding down her stomach, down, under the wet lace of her panties. She was beginning to feel incredibly wet in her pussy.
Vickie_Photos: Kya hua. There? (What happened. Are you there?)
Shazia: Main aapki baatein padh rahi hoon aur... aur kuch kar rahi hoon. (I'm reading your words and... and doing something else.)
 
The confession was a blatant dare, a highly erotic challenge.
Vickie_Photos: Kya kar rahi ho? Batao na. (Really? What are you doing? Tell me.)
Shazia: Wahi jo aap keh rahe ho. (Exactly what you're saying.)
Vickie_Photos: Ahhh meri Shazia... ek baath bolun? (Ahh my Shazia... Shall I tell you something?)
Vickie_Photos: Mera lund ekdum kadak ho gaya hai tumhari photo dekh kar. (My dick has become rock hard seeing your photo.)
 
The explicit mention of his hard cock sent a fresh, violent wave of arousal through her core. Her own husband never talked like this. This was so filthy, so new, so forbidden.
Shazia: Haan? Kyon? (Really? Why?)
Vickie_Photos: Haan. Tum jo ithni sexy ho tho khada kyon nahi hoga? Aur abhi ye sirf tumhe dekhna chahtha hai. (Yes. Why will it not get erect when you are so sexy? And now it wants to only see you.)
Vickie_Photos: Soch raha hoon ki tumhari choot par mere khada hua lund ko rakhthe hue ragadne mein kitna maza aayega. (I'm thinking of how much pleasure it would be to place my erect dick on your pussy and rub over it.)
Vickie_Photos: Aur fir usko tumhari andar daalke, poora pel dunga. (And then fuck by inserting it completely inside you.)
Shazia: Par main married hoon... mere bache hain... (But I'm married... I have kids...)
 
She typed it as a final, feeble attempt to hold onto her reality. The mention of her being married and having kids wasn't a deterrent for him; it was a non-issue. And for her, at that moment, it was not just liberating but actively testing her ultimate potential of being fiercely wanted by a stud, despite being married and having children.
 
Vickie_Photos: Toh kya hua? Main jaanta hoon. Usse kya farak padta hai? (So what? I know. What difference does it make?)
Vickie_Photos: Bas thoda time enjoy karte hain. Tumhare pati ko pata nahi chalega. (We'll just enjoy for a little while. Your husband won't find out.)
Vickie_Photos: Bas maze karte hain na aaram se. Main tumhare liye ek resort book kar dunga. Hum wahin maze karenge. (Let's just enjoy ourselves comfortably. I'll book a resort for you. We'll enjoy ourselves there.)
Shazia: Resort? (Resort?)
Vickie_Photos: Haan resort mein privacy hoga. Main tumhe wahan chodunga... chaar taraf tumhari choot ki awaaz goonjegi. (Yes. Resort will be very private. I will fuck you there... the sound of your pussy getting fucked will echo in all four directions.)
Vickie_Photos: Samjhi? (Understood?)
 
The single, demanding word made her stomach clench with hot desire. It was a challenge. A playful, highly explicit challenge. She felt a massive surge of power, a desperate desire to push him, to make him work for it.
Shazia: Nahi samjhi ? (Didn't understand ?)
 
His reply was instant, a mock scolding that made her glossy lips curl into a wicked, slutty smile.
Vickie_Photos: Arrey Pagli. Main tumhe chodhna chahta hoon. Wahin pe sab samjha jaayega. (Oh, silly girl. I want to fuck you. You'll understand everything right there.)
 
The dirty word "chodhna" (fuck) hit her like a physical, electric jolt, but his playful tone disarmed her defenses completely. She giggled in her empty room, feeling incredibly bold, feeling desperately desired.
Shazia: Aap aisi gandi baath kyun kar rahe ho? (Why are you talking so dirty?)
 
His response was a delicious, aggressive taunt that made her toes curl.
Vickie_Photos: Mere feelings ko gandi baat keh rahe ho. (You consider my feelings dirty?)
Vickie_Photos: Tumhare jaisi khoobsurat cheez ko dekh kar aadmi apni feelings mein nahi reh sakta. (You're calling my feelings dirty. A man can't just stay in his feelings after seeing a beautiful thing like you.)
Shazia: Feelings? Lag toh raha hai aapke dimaag mein nahi, kuch aur mein hai. (Feelings? It seems like your feelings are not in your brain but somewhere else.)
Vickie_Photos: Haan, dimaag mein nahi hai. Tumhari wajah se. Soch raha hoon ki tumhare saare kapde utaaru aur tumhare is badan ka puja karun. Kya khamak hai tumhare! (Yes, it isn’t in my brain. I'm thinking about how I should strip you completely naked and worship your body. What a mischievous person you are!)