Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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"Mujhe... mujhe jaana hai!" (I... I have to go!) she choked out, shoving at Rohan's chest with sudden, panicked urgency. As she pushed him, she moaned slightly with the fullness of her vagina now suddenly returning to feel empty when his erect cock pulled out of her wet cunt hole. "Time kya hua?." (What’s the time?)


She scrambled off the bed, her legs unsteady, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. The panties were still tangled around her calves—she bent down and yanked them up, the wet fabric sliding over her thighs, settling back into place. She pulled her bra cups up over her breasts, hooked her blouse closed with shaking fingers, and began frantically smoothing down her rumpled, bunched saree. The fabric was wrinkled, her hair disheveled, her lips swollen. She looked like exactly what she was: a woman who had just been thoroughly, vigorously fucked.
 
Rohan rose from the bed, utterly unhurried. He pulled on his trousers, buttoned his shirt with lazy, casual movements, and watched her panic with a dark, victorious smirk. He had successfully hunted, entirely conquered and fucked the prized, voluptuous trophy wife of that weak CFO husband. Radiating the arrogant pride of a man who felt absolutely zero fear at the prospect of looking at her cuckolded husband in the eye just minutes after breeding his wife, Rohan casually stood up and began zipping his trousers. "Relax, baby. Main bhi aa raha hoon," (Relax, baby. I am coming too,) he chuckled smoothly, highly amused by her paralyzing panic over a man he didn't respect in the slightest.
 
Shazia didn't answer. She was already moving toward the door, her heels clicking frantically on the floor, her heart hammering with a mixture of post-coital bliss and rising terror. The night was far from over. And somewhere in the restaurant, her husband was waiting.
 
As they were stepping out of the room, Rohan leaned over her again to kiss her lips.
"Rohan... please… ruko…" (Rohan... please… stop,) she said, panting, as she frantically adjusted her slipping pallu to cover her exposed cleavage. "Bahut time ho gaya hai. Mujhe jaana hoga. Woh sach mein pareshan ho rahe honge." (It's been too long. I have to go. He must really be getting worried.)
 
Rohan groaned as he locked the door shut while she rushed out of the room. Walking briskly back through the landscaped pathways of the resort, she could hear the clicks of her heeled sandals matching the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat in the silent night. Every shadow felt like an accusing eye. Shazia’s heart was hammering against her ribs. Her lips felt swollen, her inner thighs were sticky with Rohan's cum, and she felt like a walking confession of absolute infidelity. She did not walk close to him like the way she did before. Rohan noticed it. He was familiar with this guilt of the wife after she cheats on her husband. "Relax Shazia… Kuch nahi hoga… Daro mat," (Relax Shazia… Nothing will happen… Don’t be afraid,) Rohan said, seeing her in a state of panic. "Main hoon tumhare saath… Remember, tumne enjoy kiya. Don't look guilty. Look satisfied." (I am with you… Remember, you enjoyed. Don't look guilty. Look satisfied.) Rohan instructed as she walked breathing hard with fear and anxiety.