Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Panicking, Iqbal pushed his chair back, standing up. "Theek hai, chalo... chalte hain." (Okay, come on... let's go.)
 
Just then, a small, sticky hand tugged at Iqbal's sleeve.
"Papa, ice cream kahke jayenge."
 
Iqbal looked down at his elder son — his bright, innocent eyes, his chocolate-smeared mouth, his small hands still sticky from the melting dessert. Beside him, the younger one, Ayaan, was licking the vanilla from his plastic spoon, utterly content.
 
Shazia, deeply intoxicated by the rich man's attention and the filthy power she held over the situation, made a highly calculated, utterly slutty decision. She turned and gently pushed Iqbal back down onto his chair by his shoulder. "Arey, bacche ice cream kha rahe hain. Aap unko dekh lijiye na... hum bas abhi do minut mein aate hain." (Listen, the kids are eating ice cream. You just watch them please... we will be right back in 2 minutes.)
 
Before Iqbal could argue or protest, Rohan smiled triumphantly and delivered a flawless, humiliating blow. "…Waise bhi tumhe cars mein interest nahi hai, Iqbal. Tumhare liye toh saari gaadiyan same hain, right?" (Anyway you don't have an interest in cars, Iqbal. For you all cars are the same, right?)
 
Iqbal was stunned with the reciprocation from Rohan. The exact same words that he had used couple of minutes ago to downplay Rohan’s car were used brutally back against him.
 
Shazia let out a breathy, slutty giggle at Rohan's comment. The sheer female inclination to praise and align with the charming alpha male completely overrode her loyalty to her husband. She didn't realize how brutally she was humiliating Iqbal; she was entirely focused on impressing Rohan. Looking at her laughing, Rohan smiled at her laugh and placed his hand firmly on her exposed, milky-white waist. Iqbal’s eyes widened in sheer, panicking disbelief.
 
Seeing their mother laugh, the children too. They laughed completely unaware that their mother was now a desperate slut of another man. They had seen the stranger's hand on their mother's bare waist, but it meant nothing to them. Their small fingers sticky with melting chocolate, their attention already drifting back to their dessert bowls. Little did they know that their mother’s cunt would soon be claimed by the man they sent her with just a few yards away while they sat here finishing their dessert. She is not going to be back until she had milked out the stranger’s cum deep inside her.
 
Still laughing at Rohan’s comment, "Yahin bachon ke saath table par wait kijiye, hum jaldi wapas aajeyenge," (Wait right here at the table with the kids, we will be back soon,) Shazia said dismissively as they turned and walked away.
 
Iqbal sat frozen, a silent, broken spectator at the public unmaking of his marriage. He watched in absolute, crushing torment. Shazia leaned her head slightly toward Rohan's shoulder, giggling softly at something he whispered in her ear, her sexy buttocks swaying heavily with every step. Iqbal was left entirely alone at the table, boiling in his own cuckold humiliation.