Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Having spoken to him intimately just some time ago, and already harboring a secret, dirty infatuation for his muscular body, Shazia’s anxious heartbeat began to slow its terrified pace. A highly satisfied, naughty smile presented itself on her glossy lips.
 
She gracefully lifted one of her now-naked legs and pulled the pant leg entirely off through her ankle. She then lifted her other leg and did the exact same. Shazia stood up perfectly straight, tossing her jeans carelessly onto the bed.
 
Instead of quickly rushing to dress up, she now stood completely exposed in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but her tiny, sheer panties, in an incredibly relaxed manner, softly humming a tune and casually adjusting her dark hair.
 
She turned and walked slowly towards the large, full-length mirror. The mirror was mounted on the exact same wall as the window Amar was peeping through. She stood slightly far from the mirror and struck a pose, acting entirely as if she was simply checking her own reflection. The highly explicit reality, however, was that she was deliberately letting the servant outside to see her voluptuous body entirely naked except for the small scrap of lace covering her pussy.



Watching her own sexy figure in the mirror, she took a deep, theatrical breath and held it, expanding her ribcage. She raised both of her delicate hands, placed them gently on her bare shoulders, and slowly, sensually moved her hands lower. She physically traced her own body for his viewing pleasure—feeling her breast mounds, running her palms directly over her hard, protruding nipples, tracing the deep curve of her waist, and finally moving her hands away to rest on the extreme flare of her wide hips.
 
Keeping her hands firmly on either side of her hips, she slowly rotated her pelvis, twisting her upper body to look over her shoulder at her own fleshy ass in the mirror. Openly admiring her own buttocks, she adjusted her glutes, flexing the muscles, and ran her finger explicitly along the edge of her panty line, adjusting the fabric so it sat perfectly, splitting her ass cheeks to highlight the deep cleft.
 
She hummed loudly enough, not only to make it explicitly known to him outside that she was completely relaxed and unbothered, but to also calm her own intensely aroused, anxious feelings. Looking at her own incredibly sexy figure in the mirror, Shazia smiled wickedly and struck a few more highly erotic, seductive poses, shifting her weight to emphasize her curves.
Shazia didn't just pose; she put on a highly explicit, perfectly executed softcore performance. She knew with absolute certainty she was being hungrily watched by a man, and she desperately wanted him to see absolutely everything.
 
Outside, Amar stood frozen near the window, aggressively holding his rock-hard erection through his trousers. He stared at her swaying ass and her open breasts, his eyes bulging as if he had never seen a woman so incredibly thick, fair, and voluptuous in his entire life. He looked around frantically for a second to ensure no one was walking down the path, before he eagerly pressed his face back to the window to continue watching the sexy, naked woman.
 
He watched, completely mesmerized, as Shazia picked up her bra from the bed and started strapping it onto her chest. She pinned the hooks behind her back and reached into the cups, adjusting her breasts, scooping the soft flesh to ensure they fit and spilled perfectly out of the bra. Shazia then picked up the tight pink kurti and white leggings that she had originally worn that morning.
 
Before putting them on, she looked directly towards the window one last time to confirm if he was still watching her naked body. He was. Ending her spectacular show to him, she then started sliding the tight leggings up her thighs, and then, pulled her kurti top over her head.