Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Shazia's breath caught. Her eyes were fixed on him—on the thick, throbbing length of him, on the way it twitched under her gaze, on the bead of moisture that gathered at the tip and slowly, agonizingly, dripped down. The sight of his erect cock, ready to conquer her pussy right while her husband waited unknowingly (or perhaps knowingly) just a few hundred yards away, tipped her completely over the edge. The desperate, sludgy heat in her lower belly eradicated her last ounce of shame.
 
"Nahi... please Rohan... theek nahi hai..." (No... please Rohan... this isn't right...) she whispered, but the words were a hollow, mechanical echo of a resistance she no longer felt. Even as she spoke, her thighs were parting, her body betraying her, her eyes never leaving the sight of his erect, throbbing penis.
 
Rohan smiled—a slow, dark, knowing smile. He understood exactly what her 'no' meant. It meant yes, but I need to pretend otherwise. Yes, but I need you to take responsibility. Yes, but hurry, before I lose my nerve.
 
He climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. He knelt between her spread legs, his cock jutting forward, and reached for her ankles.