Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Shazia giggled, hearing him appreciate her erotic dance. Rohan took full advantage of the crowded, dark floor. He didn't just hold her hand; he wrapped his arms completely around her sweaty, exposed waist. As the crowd bumped into them, their bodies collided repeatedly. Shazia physically felt his flat, muscular chest aggressively crushing against her soft breasts.
 
"Mujhe ek baat batao, Shazia," (Tell me one thing, Shazia,) Rohan said, his posture relaxed and confident while dancing with her. "Tumhara husband tumhe kabhi compliment karta hai? Aise... openly?" (Does your husband ever compliment you? Like... openly?)
 
The question was a direct, surgical strike. Deliberately placed to force a comparison. Shazia's eyes instinctively flicked toward Iqbal for the briefest microsecond before returning to Rohan.
 
"Wo... wo apne tareeke se karte hain," (He... he does it in his own way,) she replied diplomatically, but her voice had lost its earlier enthusiasm. It was flat, evasive.
 
"Apne tareeke se?" (In his own way?) Rohan repeated, raising an eyebrow.
 
The question was a blade, and he twisted it with a casual, almost friendly smile. Shazia, caught completely off guard, let out a surprised, breathy giggle. She didn't defend her husband. She didn't argue. She just laughed—a soft, complicit laugh that explicitly confirmed Rohan's point.
 
"Uff... bahut bheed hai yahan..." (Uff... it's very crowded here...) Shazia gasped, her face flushed a deep red as her buttocks bumped heavily into his groin.
 
Rohan's smirk widened. Hook, line, and sinker. " Shazia. Main soch raha tha... shayad thodi der aur baat karein? Yahan... ya kahin aur?" (Shazia. I was thinking... maybe we talk a little more? Here... or somewhere else?)
 
The invitation was ambiguous, leaving the door open for interpretation. Shazia bit her lower lip, her heart hammering against her ribs. She knew exactly what he was suggesting. She knew she should say no. She knew Iqbal was sitting right there, his face red with suppressed fury.
 
But the wet, throbbing ache between her thighs was screaming louder than her conscience.
"Yahan theek hai," (Here is fine,) she murmured softly. "Abhi ke liye." (For now.)
 
"Abhi Ke liye," (For now,) Rohan repeated, his dark eyes sparkling with promise. "I like that. 'For now' ka matlab hai aage bhi kuch ho sakta hai." (I like that. 'For now' means something could happen ahead too.)
 
Shazia giggled, a soft, secretive sound. "Tumhari dimaag mein sirf ek hi cheez rehti hai na?" (Only one thing stays in your mind, doesn't it?)
 
"Jaantha un… just hold onto me," (I know… just hold on to me) Rohan whispered huskily, his hot breath fanning her bare neck, sending shivers down her spine.
 
Under the perfect guise of protecting her from the surging crowd, his hands roamed with absolute, terrifying boldness. His palms slid over the completely bare, milky-white expanse of her back, explicitly tracing the deep groove of her spine, left totally exposed by the back of her blouse. He moved his hands to her front, aggressively squeezing her soft, squishy love handles. His fingers explicitly traced the rim of her deep, sweaty navel, dipping intimately into the dark hollow.