Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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A picture arrived on her screen. Shazia’s eyes became incredibly wide. It was a photo of his cock—thick, heavily veined, hard, and aggressively erect. Shazia gasped loudly. It was massive, visibly larger than Iqbal's penis.



Vickie_Photos: Dekha? Ye ab sirf tumhara hai. Socho agar tum ispe baitogi tho tumhari choot ka kya haal hoga. (Did you see? This is yours now. Just think if you sit on it what will happen to your vagina.)
 
His explicit words seeded the dirty imagination deep in Shazia’s mind, forcing her internal vaginal muscles to react, violently twitching and spasming in anticipation of such thick penetration inside it.
Shazia: Itna bada... (So big...)
Vickie_Photos: Haan. Teri garam choot ke chedh ke andhar ye sahi fit rahega.... (Yes. It will perfectly fit inside your hot cunt hole.)
Vickie_Photos: Mera lund tumhari choot ke andar daalke poori rath tumhe pelunga. (I will fuck you whole night by inserting my dick deep inside your cunt.)
Vickie_Photos: Raat bar bistar pe teri choot chodhne ke baad hi tumhe ghar bhejunga. (I will send you home only after fucking your cunt on the bed all night.)
 
Vikram’s texts became completely unfiltered, a barrage of pure lust. He explicitly described exactly how he wanted to brutally fuck her, how he wanted to bury his face deep in her sweaty cleavage, and how he would make her completely senseless with pleasure if she ever met with him.
Vickie_Photos: Tu Meri jaaneman, meri randi. Dono banogi. (My love, my whore. You'll be both.)
Vickie_Photos: Main teri dono tangein apni kandhe pe rakh ke pelunga... jab tak tumhari saans na choot jaye. (I'll put both your legs on my shoulders and fuck you... until you can't breathe anymore.)
 
Shazia closed her eyes as his graphic description of sex violently triggered her body to once again desire a dominant man’s possessive and compelling touches, vividly recalling the brutal, wet experiences with Verma in Room 508. Her fingers moved frantically, rubbing her clit in tight, fast, wet circles.
 
Vickie_Photos: Kahan ho yaar. (Where are you yaar?)
 
She picked up the phone again. Her fingers were still trembling violently as she typed, her body craving much more of the delicious digital poison.
 
Shazia: Main... main feel kar rahi hun... (I... I am feeling it...)
Her message was hesitant, incredibly breathless. It was a filthy confession, and an explicit invitation to continue.
 
Vickie_Photos: Mast hai na? (It is fun, right?)
Shazia: Uff... (Uff...)
 
She physically couldn't form the words. She sent the single sound, a soft, breathy sigh of pure, dripping wet satisfaction.
Vickie_Photos: Abhi toh picture mein hi maja aa raha hai. (It is enjoyable now with just photos.)
Vickie_Photos: Socho agar saamne hoti toh kya hota. (Imagine if you were in front of me.)
Vickie_Photos: Suno. Aise karenge. Ab video call pe aa jaao na... meri jaan. Bas ek minute ke liye. (Listen! Let’s do this. Now come on a video call, my love. Just for a minute.)
 
The request was so bold, so incredibly audacious. A video call. Shazia's breath hitched sharply. This was it. This was the ultimate, dangerous line that she needed to cross.
Shazia: Nahi... woh toh bahut zyada ho jayega. (No... that will be too much.)
Vickie_Photos: Zyada hi aacha hai. Tum bhi mujhe dekhogi. Acha feel hoga. (Too much is only better. You'll also see me. You’ll feel nice.)