Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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When she bent over to catch her younger son, who was attempting a wobbly swim toward his father, she made sure her back was turned toward the pool deck. The soaked pink kurti rode up her spine, exposing the bare skin of her lower back. The white leggings, stretched to their absolute limit across her bent-over posterior, became almost completely transparent. Amar, standing fifty feet away, could see the distinct, dark outline of her panty cutting across her fleshy buttocks, the fabric so wet it looked painted onto her skin.
 
Iqbal, playing with the children, noticed none of this. He was entirely absorbed in the role of the doting father, tossing his sons into the air, teaching the elder one to float on his back, laughing at their endless demands for "one more time." But occasionally, when he turned to look at his wife, he caught the way the wet fabric clung to her curves, and a possessive, satisfied smile crossed his face. She was his. This spectacular, voluptuous goddess was his wife.