Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Rohan, who was looking straight ahead talking to the child sitting opposite the table, suddenly saw a massive, fair expanse of skin on the peripheral side of his vision. When she stood up with her right elbow flexed as she had her hand with food raised up, her voluptuous body apparently was facing Rohan. Her sheer brown saree had moved to the side, violently revealing her bare, milky-white midriff and her deep, round navel boldly to him standing closely right in front of him.
 

 
Shazia noticed Rohan’s sudden silence. She looked down and found his eyes absolutely feasting on her exposed midriff and navel. She quickly, covered her navel by pulling the saree with her left hand. With a dirty, knowing smile directed at Rohan, she excused herself, saying, "Aati hun." (I’ll come.)
 
As she walked away toward the washrooms, her hips swaying under the saree.
 
   


 
Rohan watched her go with unblinking eyes before standing up himself. "Main bhi apna glass refill karke aata hoon," (I'll go refill my glass too,) he said dismissively to Iqbal, walking toward the busy bar.
 
Iqbal let out a massive, shuddering breath, feeling a tremendous sense of relief. The suffocating alpha presence was temporarily gone. He quickly signaled the waiter to come to him. He hastily ordered ice cream for his children and asked him to bring the bill immediately, desperately hoping to escape with his family to room soon.
 
While Shazia was returning to the table, wiping her hands, a fresh wave of that intoxicating, musky Tom Ford cologne arrived right behind her. Rohan approached her swiftly in the dim light. He leaned down slightly over Shazia’s bare shoulder, a fresh drink in his hand.
 
"Main toh bar pe hi rukne wala tha... par kya karun, aapki khoobsoorati mujhe wapas kheench layi," (I was going to stay at the bar... but what to do, your beauty pulled me right back,) he murmured smoothly into her ear.
 
Shazia’s heart fluttered violently against her ribs. The rich scent of him so close made her toes curl in her high heeled sandals. She looked up at him, a massive, brilliant smile breaking across her glossy lips. Her eyes completely betrayed her raw, undeniable sexual attraction to the alpha. The expression was clear – “I want you in me as much as you want me.”
 
As Rohan and Shazia reached the table together and sat back down on their chairs, Iqbal felt sick to his stomach. He was intensely upset, not only because Rohan had returned, but also because he explicitly saw his wife sporting a broad, glowing smile, giggling softly, and sitting noticeably closer to Rohan than before.