Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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His free hand slid down her body. Over her bare stomach. Into the deep, shadowed hollow of her navel—his middle finger pressing into the depression, circling its rim, dipping into its depths. Then lower. Across the soft swell of her lower belly. And finally, finally, between her spread, trembling thighs.
 
Rohan’s fingers found the hole of her vagina. Shazia was soaking—the slick, hot evidence of her arousal coating his fingers the instant they touched her folds. He slid two fingers inside her without resistance, burying them to the knuckle in her tight, wet heat. Her inner walls clamped down on the intrusion, gripping his fingers with a desperate, involuntary spasm.
 
"Fuck," he breathed. "You are so fucking wet. So wet for me."
 
Shazia couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. His fingers were moving inside her—slow, deep, deliberate strokes that curled upward to press against the ridged, sensitive spot on the anterior wall of her vagina. His thumb found her clitoris and began tracing slow, tight circles around the swollen nub. His mouth was still on her breast, sucking her nipple with a steady, rhythmic pull. She was being stimulated from three different points—her nipple, her clit, her G-spot—and the combined sensation was pushing her rapidly, inexorably toward the edge.
 
Shazia turned her face away from him to the side, closing her eyes tightly, while her legs reciprocated by holding him firmly between her thighs. The intense, aggressive grope, sucking, and fingering sent a massive rush of hot, dripping wet arousal. She absolutely loved the thrill of being aggressively used and felt up by a rich, handsome stranger in his room, all while her husband was just fifty yards away in a restaurant looking after her children.
 
"Aah... Rohan... main... main nikalne wali hoon..." (Ahh... Rohan... I'm... I'm about to come...)
 
Rohan stopped.
 
His mouth left her breast. His fingers slid out of her pussy —slowly, agonizingly, leaving her empty and aching and desperate. She whimpered at the loss, her hips bucking upward, chasing his touch.
 
"Not yet," he murmured, his voice a dark, teasing rumble. "Not until I'm inside you."
 
Rohan’s hands gripped her inner thighs, spreading them wider, opening her completely. The panties still tangled around her calves kept her ankles close together, which forced her knees outward, which in turn spread her pussy wide—an explicit, vulnerable, utterly inviting display.  With his one hand, Rohan placed the thick, swollen head against the entrance of her vaginal hole. The contact was electric—a jolt of pure, animal sensation that made them both gasp. He held there for a moment, letting her feel the size of him, the heat of him, the promise of the invasion to come.
 
"Mmm… ahh!" Shazia shrieked, her back arching off the mattress, her inner walls clenching around nothing, aching to be filled. "Rohan... please... ab... abhi..." (Rohan... please... now... now...) Feeling compelled by his insistence and the dirty, adulterous thrill of the secret rendezvous, she complied.
 
It was the ultimate surrender. Rohan smirked victoriously and didn't waste another second. He flexed his hips. His erect penis directly hit against the wet opening of her pussy and slipped upward, brushing teasingly against her vaginal folds. An electric pulse triggered through her body as she realized the hit and miss. "Mmm… ahh!" Shazia shrieked, her back arching entirely off the mattress, her toes curling as he teased her completely. The realization that the penetration was just about to happen gave Shazia the ultimate high. She could feel his erect penis pressed against the surface of her pussy, and his rough fingers aggressively grazing on her inner thighs.