Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Shazia's hand flew instinctively to her bare stomach, feel conscious of herself, her slender fingers hovering just above her deep navel. She didn't cover it. Instead, she let her fingertips trace the rim of the dark hollow, a slow, deliberate, incredibly sensual motion. She looked up at Rohan through her thick lashes, a coy, knowing smile playing on her glossy lips.
 
"Lagtha hai tumhari nazar ka koi neethi-neeyam nahi hai," (Looks like your gaze has no discipline or rules) she murmured, her voice dripping with playful accusation.
 
"Mera nazar sirf wahan jaati hai jahan rukne ka mann karta hai," (My gaze only goes where it wants to stop,) Rohan countered smoothly. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was just loud enough for Iqbal to hear. "Aur tumhari naabhi... woh ek aisi jagah hai jahan aadmi ghanton rukna chahe." (And your navel... is the kind of place where a man would want to stop his gaze for hours.)
 
Shazia burst into laughter again—a louder, more uninhibited, deeply slutty giggle that made her breasts bounce visibly under the sheer brown chiffon. She didn't try to suppress it. She didn't even glance at her husband. She was entirely, completely captivated by the handsome stranger.
 
"Tum kuch zyada bath karte ho, Rohan!" (You talk slightly more, Rohan!) she exclaimed, her eyes wide with mock outrage, though her smile remained firmly plastered on her glossy lips. "Lekin... dilchasp bhi ho." (But... you're interesting too.)
 
"Dilchasp?" (Interesting?) Rohan repeated, feigning offense. "Bas dilchasp? Itni mehnat ke baad, sirf dilchasp?" (Only interesting? After so much effort, only interesting?)
 
Shazia giggled again, shifting in her chair. The movement was casual, natural—but it caused the tuck of her saree to slip another fraction of an inch lower on her wide hip. The soft, squishy flesh of her lower belly was now entirely exposed, and the deep, shadowed pit of her navel sat prominently above the waistband of her petticoat.
 
"Acha, baba. Tum... bahut dilchasp ho," (Okay, fine. You're... very interesting,) she conceded, her voice a soft, breathy purr. "Aur thode funny bhi. Aur himmath hai." (And a little funny. And you have guts.)
 
Rohan his eyes locking intensely with hers. "Aur main Honest bhi hun. Main wahi kehta hoon jo mujhe lagta hai. Aur abhi... mujhe lag raha hai ki is restaurant ki sabse khoobsurat aurat mere saath baithi hai." (And am honest too. I say what I feel. And right now... I feel that the most beautiful woman in this restaurant is sitting with me.)
 
Shazia's heart fluttered so violently she was certain Rohan could hear it. The sheer, unapologetic boldness of his compliments was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Iqbal never spoke to her like this. Verma had been dominant and possessive. But Rohan... Rohan made her feel like a queen while simultaneously making her want to kneel before him.
 
"Aapki baatein sun kar lagta hai aapne bahut practice ki hai," (Listening to you, it seems you've practiced a lot,) she teased, biting her lower lip.
 
"Practice sirf tab kaam aati hai jab saamne wali aurat practice ke layak ho," (Practice only works when the woman in front is worth practicing for,) Rohan shot back instantly. "Aur tum... tum toh final exam ho, Shazia. Yahan fail hone ka matlab hai poori zindagi regret." (And you... you're the final exam, Shazia. Failing here means a lifetime of regret.)
 
Shazia's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She looked down at her lap for a moment, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her sheer pallu. When she looked back up, her eyes were shimmering with a dangerous, intoxicating mix of genuine flattery and raw, feminine desire.
 
Being uncontrollably drawn to his words, "Tum bahut ajeeb ho," (You're very strange,) she whispered, shaking her head slowly. "Ajeeb... lekin acche ho." (Strange... but in a good way.)
 
"Ajeeb aur accha?" (Strange and good?) Rohan laughed, a deep, warm sound that seemed to vibrate through the floor. "Yeh pehli baar suna hai. Usually log kehte hain 'handsome', ya 'charming', ya 'irresistible'." (This is the first time I'm hearing this. Usually people say 'handsome', or 'charming', or 'irresistible'.)
 
Shazia laughed again, throwing her head back. "Irresistible? Itna bhi khaas nahi ho tum!" (Irresistible? You're not that special!)
 
The words were dismissive, but her tone was anything but. It was breathy, intimate, laced with a teasing affection that suggested the exact opposite. She was completely playing along with his game, and she was loving every single second of it.
 
Rohan placed his hand over his heart, feigning injury. "Dil tod diya tumne," (You broke my heart,) he said dramatically. "Itna effort maar raha hoon, aur tum keh rahi ho main khaas nahi hoon." (I'm putting in so much effort, and you're saying I'm not special.)
 
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the presence of a waiter standing next to them serving the ice cream. Iqbal in an angry tone said to the waiter, “Bahuth late kar rahe ho. Bill le ke aao…” (You are very late. Bring the bill…). Just as the waiter said, “Ji sir..” to Iqbal, Rohan interrupted. “Bill baadh mein bana dena aur mujhe de dena…” Iqbal refusing, “Nahi… zaroori nahi… le ke aao…” Instead of replying to Iqbal, Rohan looked up at the waiter. Rohan being a regular guest in the resort had better familiarity and command over the staff. The waiter smiled at Rohan, “Ji Sir… aap jab bolenge bill bana dunga…” completely ignoring Iqbal. Iqbal felt shattered at this time, being totally suppressed to the point that his words carried no value.
 
Shazia observing the command and authority Rohan had seemed to feel inclined towards him. She continued with their leftover conversation. "Acha, sorry! Dil nahi thodna tha tumhara" (Okay, sorry! Shouldn’t have broken your heart) Shazia giggled, reaching out and lightly touching his forearm—a brief, feather-light contact that lasted barely a second, but it was the first time she had initiated physical touch. "Tum khaas ho. Theek hai? Khush?" (You are special. Okay? Happy?). Iqbal’s distress doubled as he turned away towards his children feeling insulted.
 
"Ab thoda better feel ho raha hai," (Now I'm feeling a little better,) Rohan smirked. "Lekin itna kam effort se kaam nahi chalega. Mujhe aur sunna hai." (But such little effort won't work. I need to hear more.)