Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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As her bare legs lifted up when she fell onto the bed, Iqbal leaned forward, caught the waistband of her wet white leggings, and pulled them entirely off her thick legs. He threw the wet fabric aside and fell on top of her naked body. His lips crashing against hers in a deep, desperate, tongue-thrusting kiss.
 
Iqbal pulled Shazia even closer, his hot breath fanning her ear. "Dekha usko? Photo kheenchne ke bahaane kaise ghoor raha tha bhooke kutte ki tarah," (Did you see him? Under the excuse of taking the photo, how he was staring like a hungry dog,) Iqbal chuckled, a dark, twisted sense of cuckold pride dripping heavily from his husky voice. "Uski aankhein toh tumhare mamme se hat hi nahi rahi thi. Lekin aisi cheez par sirf mera haq hai. Wo apne quarter mein jaake muth maar raha hoga." (His eyes weren't moving away from your tits at all. But only I have the right to a thing like this. He might have gone to his quarters to jerk off.)
 
Shazia felt a massive, rushing wave of wet heat completely flood her panties. Hearing her own husband openly acknowledge, and actively encourage, another man's dirty, desperate lust for her body was the ultimate, filthy aphrodisiac. Shazia hugged her husband tightly and kissed him back passionately, closing her eyes as she physically felt his naked, hard body rub aggressively against her wet skin.
 
She was feeling incredibly turned on. She deliberately ground her wide hips backward, aggressively rubbing her thick, naked thigh against his throbbing, hard cock.
 
"Aapko achha laga? Jab woh mard meri jism ko dekh kar tadapte hain?" (You liked it? When that man suffered looking at my body?) she giggled, a deeply corrupted, utterly slutty sound echoing in the room. "Aap bhi na... mera sab aap hi ka toh hai. Jo karna hai aap hi kar sakte hain..." (Oh you... it's all yours anyway. Whatever is to be done, only you are allowed to do it...) she whispered seductively, deliberately pressing her soft breasts heavily against his arm.
 
"Uss saale naukar ka lund khada kar diya tune aaj," (You made that bloody servant's cock hard today,) Iqbal growled, completely losing control. He aggressively grabbed her boobs with both hands and began ruthlessly licking her stiff nipples. The pale, milk-swollen globes bounced heavily under his assault, her dark, stiff nipples pointing directly at his mouth.
 
"Aahh... Iqbal... kya aapne dekha ki wo meri cleavage dekh kar pagal ho raha tha?" (Aahh... Iqbal... Did you see that he was going crazy looking at my cleavage?) she taunted filthily, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his neck, actively feeding his dirty cuckold fetish.
 
He sucked her dark nipples violently, biting the sensitive flesh with his teeth, while his right hand reached down to aggressively rip her wet lace panty aside. Shazia’s pussy was already dripping wet. The public display by the pool, and the intense knowledge that the room boy might be masturbating to her naked body, had left her vaginal hole soaking with hot, slick juices. Fuelled entirely by this twisted, cuckold-like pride and the intense, dripping thrill of her public exhibitionism, the sexual tension between the husband and wife skyrocketed to an absolute, violent boiling point.
 
Both of them were soon frantically feeling each other’s naked bodies, entirely hidden beneath a thin white bedsheet. The boring, conservative illusion of the respectable parents vanished entirely from the room.
 
Iqbal’s penis had suffered agonizingly all throughout the day in the pool, going painfully hard and soft every now and then because of Shazia's explicit displays. It was finally his time now to end the suffering. Iqbal aligned his rock-hard erection perfectly with her swollen, dripping pink slit and thrust his hips violently forward, burying his thick cock to the absolute hilt in one brutal, seamless plunge.
 
"AAAAHHH! Yes!" Shazia screamed loudly, her head thrashing wildly against the white hotel pillows, completely surrendering to the violent stretch.
 
Iqbal fucked her with the triumphant, highly aggressive energy of a king who had just flaunted his most prized, naked jewel to the starving peasants. Slap. Slap. Slap. The incredibly loud, wet sounds of his pelvis violently colliding with her thick thighs echoed sharply in the air-conditioned room.
 
While he fucked her relentlessly, Shazia felt his hot, desperate kisses showering all over her body—sometimes on her face, sometimes mashing against her lips, sometimes biting her shoulder, neck, chest, and breasts. Iqbal roared like a beast, his hands aggressively grabbing her heavy, bouncing breasts and squeezing them brutally hard as he pounded her dripping wet pussy.
 
Shazia moaned aggressively, violently bucking her wide hips upward to take every single inch of his hard dick deep into her womb. Her inner vaginal walls clamped down fiercely on his shaft, aggressively milking him with intense, rapid spasms. The intoxicating, filthy thought of the waiter's desperate lust actively fueling her husband's thrusts pushed Shazia right over the psychological edge.
 
As Iqbal pounded her, Shazia’s mind suddenly began to vividly fantasize about Amar while her husband’s cock was buried inside her cunt hole, fucking her senseless. She explicitly recalled the roughness of the hard-working laborer’s male hand on her breast. She recalled his desperate, curious eyes peeping hungrily through the window as she stripped herself entirely naked for him to see.
 
While her husband’s penis was pounding into her vagina and drilling it sore, she secretly, filthily imagined Amar lying above her and fucking her. She imagined his rough, calloused hands desperately running all over her pale body, feeling her smooth skin and violently squeezing the extreme softness of her breasts and ass. Within seconds, her physical excitement peaked, heavily fueled by her illicit, adulterous thought of Amar brutally fucking her. Her pussy firmly clamping down on Iqbal's thrusting cock, while in her mind, it was Amar's rough, calloused hands gripping her hips, Amar's hungry mouth on her breasts, Amar's thick, desperate cock pounding into her wet, willing hole.
 
With her eyes tightly closed, her moans became significantly louder, turning into screams. Her hips began to rise involuntarily, aggressively responding to the forceful fucking thrusts that she felt smashing against her soft vaginal surface. Her delicate hands ran frantically over Iqbal's sweaty back and reached all the way down to his firm, muscular buttocks. She gripped his ass cheeks incredibly firmly, physically feeling the rapid movement of his ass muscles while he fucked her.
 
Iqbal was completely surprised, noticing the sudden, wild change in the movements of his wife’s body under him. For the first time in their marriage, he saw her body violently struggle underneath him, desperately, hungrily seeking the ultimate sexual pleasure. The explicit sight of her writhing in ecstasy triggered him instantly, and he fucked her even harder and much faster.
Her toes curled tightly into the white sheets, and a massive, shuddering, earth-shattering orgasm ripped violently through her entire body. Her pussy gushed hot, slick fluids entirely over his pumping cock.
 
Iqbal physically felt her violent, milking climax grip his shaft. The incredibly strong, crushing contractions of her vagina on his penis made Iqbal completely lose his control. He let out a loud, guttural shout of pure release, completely emptying his hot, thick load of semen deep inside his wife’s twitching hole.
 
Hearing him cum, Shazia opened her eyes slightly, her voluptuous body still convulsing in perfect rhythm with the man’s body above her as he ejaculated his warm fluids deep into her womb. With her half-closed eyes and the highly explicit expression of immense pain and pleasure mixed on her flushed face, Shazia looked up at Iqbal’s face. It was flushed dark red with the immense sexual orgasm, moaning silently as he gave slow, deep thrusts to push every last drop of his ejaculation deep into her.
 
But in her filthy, completely corrupted mind, the face of her husband was instantly, seamlessly replaced by Amar. Desperately wanting to retain that handsome, muscular face in her fantasy, Shazia closed her eyes tightly again. She hugged the man above her incredibly tightly, completely pretending it to be Amar, and she bit down brutally hard on his sweaty shoulder while her body remained floating in the intense, orgasmic feeling.
 
Thoroughly exhausted from the passionate, aggressive sex, Iqbal collapsed and lay on top of his wife. Shazia, taking deep, ragged breaths, felt the man’s penis gradually becoming smaller and softer inside her wet vaginal hole. Losing its rock-hard stiffness, the male organ smoothly, wetly slipped entirely out of her dripping vagina.
 
They both lay naked, tangled intimately inside the thin white bedsheet, and slowly drifted off to sleep, along with both of their children sleeping soundly on the exact same large bed beside them. Both of them slept, completely drained of energy, entirely unaware that this arrogant, highly satisfying cuckold high was about to be violently, brutally shattered by a much bigger, far more dangerous predator that very evening.