Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Amar, the room boy, had been passing through the pool deck on some errand when he had spotted her. He had frozen mid-step, his tray nearly slipping from his grasp. The sight of the high-class housewife—the same woman who had deliberately stripped naked in front of his peeping eyes just an hour ago—now standing in the pool with her clothes turned completely transparent, was too much for his young, lust-addled mind to process.
 
He had found an excuse to linger. He busied himself with imaginary tasks—wiping down already-clean tables, rearranging pool chairs that didn't need rearranging, refilling water pitchers that were already full. All the while, his eyes never strayed far from the goddess in the water.
 
Shazia, of course, knew he was there. She had spotted him within minutes of entering the pool. And instead of feeling alarmed or violated, she felt a warm, familiar flush of exhibitionist pride spread through her chest. She began to play for him.
 
When she laughed at her children's antics, she threw her head back, thrusting her breasts forward against the clinging pink fabric. The dark circles of her areolas, visible through the wet bra and kurti, pointed directly toward the pool deck where Amar stood frozen. When she moved through the water, she didn't walk normally; she glided with a slow, deliberate, swaying gait, her wide hips undulating beneath the surface, the wet white leggings gripping her thighs and buttocks with every step.