Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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He was teasing her, aggressively challenging her, and she was utterly powerless to resist. He instantly started to call her on video call. She waited, but her burning desire to see his hard body as well, made her thumb hover over the video call answer icon, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs. With a deep, shuddering breath, she swiped it on.
 
The screen connected, and his handsome, smirking face filled the phone. He was lying on a bed, propped up against a pile of pillows. He was completely shirtless, his chest highly muscular and defined, a light, erotic sheen of sweat on his tan skin. He was wearing only a pair of tight black boxer briefs, and the hard, incredibly thick ridge of his erection was clearly visible, violently straining against the fabric.
 
Shazia: "Bahuth bure ho tum," (You are very bad,) she whispered. Vikram giggled with dark pride in making the conservative housewife do exactly as he said.
 
Not letting her change the highly sexual mood, "Wow," he said, his voice a low, appreciative rumble. "You're even more beautiful in real time."
 
Shazia was lying on her back on her bed, still in her blouse and petticoat. She felt a massive flush of heat creep rapidly up her neck. "Aap bhi..." she managed to say, her voice a soft, breathless whisper. (You too...)
 
Vikram: "Arrey, yeh toh unfair hai," he complained playfully, his eyes raking over her on the screen. "Tum ithne kapde mein, aur main itna kam." (Oh, this is unfair. You're in so many clothes, and I'm in so little.)
Shazia: "Main aurath hun aur tum aadmi. Farak tho hoga hi." (I am a lady and you are a man. There will be a difference.)
Vikram: "Acha? Aur kya kya farak hai dikhao." (Really? What other differences are there, show me.)
 
Vikram laughed, setting an incredibly naughty, filthy tone in their conversation. Shazia stared back at his muscular chest.
Vikram: "Sharmao mat, meri jaan. Tumhare liye hi toh main hoon na. Kapde utaar do na... please?" (Don't be shy, my love. I'm here just for you, aren't I? Take off your clothes, please?)
 
His eyes were dark, incredibly hungry, fixed intensely on the screen, eagerly waiting to see her nude. She felt a massive thrill like she had never felt before. As if driven by his instructions, her hands moved to unpin her blouse. She then slowly reached behind her back, her fingers fumbling with the metal hook of her bra. She unhooked it and slowly let the straps fall from her bare shoulders. Her massive, heavy breasts spilled completely out, free and heavy, explicitly exposing her dark, hard nipples directly to his digital gaze.
 
Vikram: "Fuck," he breathed heavily, his eyes widening in absolute shock at her sheer size. "Dekho toh... kitne gore gore... aur kitne bade bade." (Fuck... look at them... so fair and white... and so big, so big.)
"Vikram..." she whispered, her voice incredibly thick with wet arousal.
Vikram: "Tumhare mamme choosne ka mann kar raha hai, Shazia. Inhe choosthe waqt tumhari doodh pee lunga." (I feel like sucking your tits, Shazia. When I suck them, I'll drink your breast milk.)
 
She reached up and possessively cupped her own breasts, squeezing the pale flesh and offering them to the camera, to him. Her thumbs aggressively circled her own dark, hardening nipples. A soft, highly erotic moan escaped her lips as she bit her lower lip in pure pleasure and closed her eyes. "Aisi baat mat karo..." she moaned, her body violently aching for his physical touch. (Don't say such things...)
 
Vikram: "Aisi hi baat karna hai," he growled, his voice pure dominance. "Ab panty bhi utaaro. Mujhe teri choot dikhni hai." (This is what I have to say. Now take off your panties too. I want to see your pussy.)