Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Shazia took the empty glass from Iqbal, kept both the glasses on the recliner, and walked away, her hips swaying, while Iqbal continued to play with the children in the pool.
 
As Shazia walked down the scenic path towards their isolated room, she met Amar walking in the opposite direction, holding a tray with some eatables and drinks to serve other customers. His fast steps immediately slowed down as soon as he saw his hot, voluptuous lady guest approaching. His eyes instantly locked onto her exposed, bouncing breasts, a hungry smile forming on his lips.
 
Shazia smiled back at him, explicitly stating her intentions, "Jaa rahi hun kapde badalne... pool mein jaane ke liye," (Going to change clothes... to go into the pool,) and glided past him.
 
She reached the cottage, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Just as she was about to close the door behind her, she noticed Amar through the gap. He was walking back towards her room, but he appeared highly anxious, being incredibly careful and hiding his movements by walking stealthily on the lawn and through the greenery instead of taking the straight, paved path.
 
She quickly closed the door and stood inside, her mind racing. Curious to know exactly what he was up to, she stood near the window, parted the curtains, and peeked outside. She saw him standing hidden near a thick bush, looking frantically around trying to ensure absolutely no one was seeing him. Shazia’s suspicions were confirmed; he had deliberately followed her.
 
Her heart started beating violently faster against her ribs. She saw him creeping closer, walking directly towards the very same window she was looking out of. Leaving the curtains wide open, she quickly stepped backward into the middle of the room. She stood there. She waited. She thought. She felt a massive rush of fear, being completely alone in a room with a stalker outside.
From the corner of her eyesight, she could now clearly see a dark shade fall over the window pane. It was him, no doubt. He was standing there waiting to watch her change clothes.
 
One conservative part of her brain screamed at her to run into the bathroom to hide herself, or to call Iqbal and flee. But the other, newly awakened, incredibly naughty and filthy side of her was actively begging her to put on a spectacular, naked show for him. She vividly recalled Verma’s arrogant statement from that morning: "His eyes can look, but his hands know better."
 
Feeling an immense surge of slutty confidence knowing that she is safe, and eager to test the boundaries of her power, Shazia decided to play. She grabbed the lower edges of her maroon top. She lifted it up slowly, dragging the fabric over her stomach and her massive breasts, and pulled it completely over her head, removing it.