Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Part 5: The Resort and the Voyeur
Saturday morning arrived, bringing with it a palpable, electric energy inside the apartment.  Shazia moved frantically, quickly preparing her children for the trip. In truth, she was far more excited than the children themselves while getting them ready, her mind entirely consumed by the filthy, exhibitionist fantasies she planned to unleash. Once the kids were set, she slipped into one of her new outfits: a tight-fitting, vibrant pink kurti paired with stark white leggings. The outfit was bright and perfectly fitted, molding to her massive curves and getting her perfectly ready for the trip.

  
  



When Iqbal walked into the room and saw her, he literally could not control the wide, possessive smile that spread across his face. Shazia noticed his staring, her dark eyes sparkling with a secret thrill.
 
"Kya..?" (What..?) she asked, a coy, inviting smile on her glossy lips.

"Kuch nahi..." (Nothing...) Iqbal murmured, shaking his head. But the lingering smiles they exchanged clearly expressed deep messages of renewed love and intense sexual desire.
 
Iqbal then drove his family in his car, the atmosphere light and joyous as they happily enjoyed their journey to the lush outskirts of the city. They finally reached the luxurious Eagle Resort on Saturday afternoon. The property was a sprawling, breathtaking paradise of lush green lawns, a massive, sparkling swimming pool, and highly private, air-conditioned cottages scattered among the trees. It was Shazia’s very first time visiting such a high-end resort. She looked out the car window at the vast space, the large greenery, and the isolated, scattered rooms. It instantly confirmed exactly what Vikram had explicitly promised her in those dirty digital messages—absolute Privacy.
 
Iqbal completed all the check-in formalities and met them outside the resort’s main office room. They stood together, waiting for the assigned room boy to lead them to their private cottage. While their children started to run around the grass playing, Shazia appeared incredibly excited, standing close and talking animatedly with Iqbal.
 
Suddenly, a room boy appeared from the lobby. He was a rugged, North Indian guy, working in this resort in Hyderabad to make his living. He looked unusually, strikingly handsome to be a mere room boy. He was wearing his standard resort uniform, but the fabric completely failed to hide his tall stature and his heavily gym-toned, muscular body. The thick veins on his forearms and the broadness of his chest were undeniable. Shazia’s eyes grew incredibly big the instant she saw the man. A sharp, wet spike of raw physical attraction flooded her; she felt an instant, magnetic pull toward his raw masculinity.
 
He spoke to them in a highly polite, friendly way, introducing himself as Amar and explaining the resort facilities to the couple as he led them to their private room, guiding them along a scenic path passing through the garden and the shimmering pool. Upon entering the cottage, Iqbal casually tipped the room boy and immediately went into the washroom to relieve himself.
 
Amar lingered behind. He made some final settings and adjustments to the room, smoothly opening the heavy curtains on the windows for them and politely answering Shazia’s questions while she walked around, checking their luxurious room.
 
Just before leaving, Amar stopped at the door. He turned and looked directly at Shazia, his eyes sweeping shamelessly over her heavy, voluptuous curves for a lingering second. "Agar kuch chahiye tho aap mujhe bula lijiye," (If you need anything, you can call me,) he said, his voice dropping to a slightly husky register.
 
"Kaise?" (How?) Shazia asked, her heart hammering against her ribs at his intense gaze.

He took a subtle step closer and pointed to the phone on the bedside table. "Aap reception ko bol sakthe ho Amar se bath karna hai, ya fir mera number bhi le lijiye." (You can tell the reception you want to talk to Amar, or just take my number). Saying so, he confidently dictated his mobile number to her, holding her gaze before he finally turned and left the room.
 
In the privacy of the cottage, they quickly freshened up. Shazia, acting on her highly premeditated, slutty plan, changed into her newly purchased outfit: a tight-fitting, deep maroon cotton top paired with dark blue skinny jeans. The denim was ruthlessly tight, aggressively gripping her thick thighs and molding perfectly to the massive, fleshy curves of her ass, practically splitting her ass cheeks. The maroon top had a wide, dangerously low-cut U-neckline and thin shoulder straps that forced her milk-swollen breasts to heave and bounce heavily with every single step she took.
 
Initially, Shazia wore the outfit with her bra, but the cut was so deep in the front and the back that wearing a bra completely exposed the thick straps and a portion of her bra cups, ruining the modern look. A dark, rebellious urge took over. Shazia decided not to wear a bra. She completely removed her lingerie and slipped the maroon top back on over her naked flesh. She was feeling incredibly different and highly exposed without wearing a bra, wondering nervously if she was looking good or simply too slutty. The sheer, unsupported weight of her massive tits pulled against the thin cotton. She kept checking herself in the full-length mirror, mesmerized by the way she looked.
 
Iqbal, who had been playing with the children and waiting for her to get ready, stood up. "Chalein kya...?" (Shall we go?) he asked, turning toward the mirror.
 
Shazia replied, "Haan..." (Yes...) and turned around, walking near to them. The uninhibited bounce of her massive, braless breasts immediately caught his eye.
 
Iqbal’s jaw literally fell open. "Ye...." (This....) he stammered, staring in absolute shock at her exposed, heaving chest and the skin-tight denim hugging her crotch.
 
Before his old, conservative anger could fully flare and he could say something to stop her, Shazia smiled sweetly and stepped intimately close to him. "Ye aapke liye... aapko khush karne ke liye... kaise lag rahi hun...?" (This is for you... to make you happy... How do I look?).