Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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The words "aapke liye" (for you) acted like pure magic. It completely shut down Iqbal’s usual controlling, paranoid nature. He immediately felt a massive surge of his wife’s devotion and love toward him. Although he clearly knew that the dress was explicitly exposing his wife’s massive assets, he could not stop her now because of her flattering statement that she was doing it entirely for his pleasure. His ego swelled. He stood up, pulled her hips flush against his groin, hugged her in a highly possessive manner, and kissed her deeply on the lips.
 
Shazia giggled, her pussy throbbing with the success of her manipulation. She was incredibly happy that she could create the exact desired effect on him. She giggled again and gently pushed his chest, breaking the kiss. "Ye sab baadh mein ji.. pehle lunch karle.. bachon ko bhook lag rahi hogi." (All this later... first let's have lunch.. the kids must be getting hungry.)
 
They left the cottage and first went to the restaurant within the resort that offered a lavish lunch buffet to their guests. As soon as they entered the grand dining hall, Shazia could physically feel the heavy weight of many male eyes looking at her—lingering on her bouncing, braless chest and curvy ass for at least an extra second longer than usual.
 
While they sat at their table having their lunch, Shazia leaned forward, her deep cleavage completely spilling out of the maroon top. She giggled and whispered to Iqbal, "Woh ladka... kabse mujhe hi ghoor raha hai..." (That guy... he’s looking at me since long.)
 
Not turning his head directly, Iqbal carefully watched with the corner of his eyes at the exact direction Shazia had pointed. Iqbal saw that it was the same muscular room boy, Amar, who had led them to their room. Standing there near the serving counter, he was looking directly towards their table. Of course, undoubtedly, his attention was absolutely fixated on the hot, voluptuous wife.
 
A month ago, catching a servant staring at his wife would have triggered a violent, paranoid, screaming rage in Iqbal. He would have dragged Shazia indoors immediately. But today, sitting in an expensive resort after having once pawned her body to a billionaire, a dark, twisted, highly intoxicating cuckold psychology completely took over his mind. Instead of feeling threatened or angry, Iqbal felt a massive, rushing surge of arrogant superiority –
Look at this poor, sweaty bastard, Iqbal thought, his cock twitching in his pants. He earns in a month what I spend in a day. He is completely dying to just touch her naked skin, but he can't. She is my property. She is my wife.
 
Shazia’s recent attachment with him and her sweet words "aapke liye..." naturally added a strong, impenetrable layer of security to him, making him feel there was no risk, but only pure enjoyment with his wife. The sheer, filthy thrill of knowing another man was desperately, painfully lusting after the exposed skin and massive curves of his wife made Iqbal’s cock twitch. Within seconds, his penis reacted with a slow, throbbing erection directly inside his formal trousers. The public exhibitionism wasn't an insult; it turned out to be an ultimate ego boost, exhibiting Shazia as his exclusive, untouchable trophy wife.
 
Iqbal looked back at Shazia, a dark smirk on his face, and replied, "Iss dress mein tum ithni hot lag tho rahi ho... actress jaisi, koi dekhega kyon nahi.." (In this dress, you look so hot.., like an actress. So why wouldn’t someone look.)
 
Shazia’s heart leaped with slutty pride at his encouragement. She giggled, saying, "Chup raho," (Keep quiet,) in a funny, flirtatious tone.
 
After some time eating and feeding their playful children, Shazia raised her bare arm and called the room boy directly. When Amar came over and stood intimately close next to her chair, she looked up at him. "Bhaiya thora cheeni milega, bachon ko..." (Brother, can we get some sugar, for children…)
 
Standing close to her and looking down from the top, Amar was gifted a flawless, unobstructed view. Because of her steep bending angle while leaning forward to feed her son, the loose maroon neckline gaped completely open. He had a direct, top-down view into the deep, shadowed valley of her massive cleavage. He could clearly see her heavy, braless breasts colliding and jiggling against each other with her movements. He could explicitly see the pale, heavy inner slopes of her massive tits, the sheer volume of her fleshy breasts completely mesmerizing him. Her nipples had hardened with the cold AC of restaurant creating a visible impression on her top.

   
 
Shazia, looking up at him, caught his dark eyes lingering heavily over her exposed chest. He was completely frozen, feasting on the sudden, close view of her naked flesh, his mouth falling slightly open in pure lust.
 
"J-Ji... abhi laya madam," (Y-Yes... bringing it right now madam,) he stammered, his face flushing a deep red as he quickly turned around to fetch her order. He practically ran to the counter and returned moments later with a small cup of sugar and a spoon.