Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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"Ek din," (One day,) Rohan continued, his voice dropping an octave, "wo kapde sukhakar neeche aa rahi thi. Jaise hi wo mere darwaze ke theek saamne se guzar rahi thi, maine darwaza khola. Maine ek shabd nahi kaha. Maine bas haath badhaya, uski nangi kamar pakdi, use andar kheencha, aur darwaza laat maar kar band kar diya." (she was coming down after drying clothes. As she was passing right in front of my apartment door, I opened it. I didn't say a single word. I just reached out, grabbed her bare waist, pulled her inside, and kicked the door shut.)
 
Shazia’s breath hitched loudly into the receiver.
 
"Plastic ki balti zameen par gir gayi. Uska jism aur saadi kapde dhone ki wajah se poore geele the. Maine use zor se gale lagaya aur deewar par patak diya. Maine uski geeli saadi uski kamar tak utha di," (The plastic bucket fell to the floor. Her body and saree were completely soaked from washing clothes. I hugged her tightly and slammed her against the wall. I hiked her wet saree right up to her waist,) Rohan said, painting the explicit picture with deliberate cruelty. "Tumhari tarah, usne jhootha naatak bhi nahi kiya rokne ka. Wo iske liye poori tarah tadap rahi thi." (Unlike you, she didn't even put on a fake act to stop me. She was absolutely starving for it.)
 
"Phir?" (Then?) Shazia asked, her voice trembling with curious arousal.
 
"Humne wahi zameen par itni wild sex ki, tum pucho mat... use hosh hi nahi raha. Hum dono bina kapde zameen pe lete hue the… Tabhi ek galti ka ehsaas hua…" (We had such wild sex right there on the floor, don't even ask... she lost all her senses. We both were lying naked on the floor... That's when a mistake was realized...)
 
"Uska pati jo har din office jaa raha tha, uss din chhutti le ke ghar mein tha," (Her husband who went to the office every day, had taken a leave and was at home that day,) Rohan explained smoothly. "Usne aane mein bohot der kar di thi, toh uska pati use dhoondhte hue chhat par gaya tha. Seedhiyon se neeche aate waqt, usne dekha ki mera darwaza thoda khula tha. Shayad usne hamare jism takrane ki aawaaz aur apni biwi ki siskiyan sun li thi, aur usne aawaaz pehchaan li. Usne darwaza khola aur usne humein zameen par nange dekh liya. Main uski taraf nahi dekh raha tha aur mujhe maalum bhi nahi pada ki woh darwaze mein khada tha… main uski biwi ko pel raha tha. Usne apni biwi ki choot mein mera lund dekh liya… aur kitni mazbooti se main uski biwi ki choot pel raha tha." (She had taken too long, so her husband went to the terrace looking for her. While coming downstairs, he noticed my door was slightly ajar. He probably heard the sounds of our bodies colliding and his wife’s moans, and he recognized the voice. He opened the door and saw us naked on the floor. I wasn't looking towards him and I didn't even realize he was standing in the doorway... I was fucking his wife. He saw my cock buried inside his wife's pussy... and how brutally I was pounding his wife's cunt.)
 
 
"Hey Bhagwan!" (Oh my God!) Shazia practically screamed in a whisper, entirely gripped by shock. Her stomach dropped. "Maar peet hua?" (Was there a fight?)
 
"Shhh... tumne mujhe dekha nahi kya? Mujhe koi maar sakta hai? Roz gym mein exercise karke body build karta hoon… apne aap ko fit rakhta hoon… yaad hai meri taakat bistar par?" (Shhh... haven't you seen me? Can anyone hit me? I exercise in the gym daily and build my body... keep myself fit... remember my strength on the bed?) Rohan laughed, a dark, arrogant sound vibrating through the speaker. "Uska pati toh mere saamne kuch bhi nahi tha… ek thappad maar diya hota toh jaake uske ghar mein gira hota." (Her husband was absolutely nothing in front of me... if I had slapped him once, he would have flown and fallen inside his own house.) Rohan chuckled at the memory. "Woh bas apni biwi ka naam pukaar ke gusse se nikal gaya. Aur ye bhi jaldi se apne nange jism ko saadi se chhupate hue jaldi se ghar bhaagi…" (He just called out his wife's name and left in anger. And she also quickly hid her naked body with the saree and ran home fast...)
 
Unknowingly projecting herself into the shoes of the caught wife, a spike of genuine fear hit Shazia. "Phir? Phir kya hua? Uski biwi ko ghar se nikal diya hoga... divorce de ke?" (Then? Then what happened? He must have thrown his wife out of the house... by giving a divorce?)
 
Rohan laughed out loud, a sound dripping with wealthy condescension. "Tum kya sochti ho… woh tumhari jaisi kamzor aurat thi jo ro padegi?" (What do you think... was she a weak woman like you who would start crying?)
 
Shazia was unable to digest the blunt insult, but her desperate curiosity completely overpowered her wounded pride. "Toh… kya kiya usne?" (So… what did she do?)
 
Rohan continued, "Ussi raat main doston ke saath waqt bita ke kareeb ek baje ghar aaya. Ghar ka darwaza khol raha tha, ki maine seedhiyon par uske kadmon ki aawaaz suni. Wo bhaagte hue mere floor par aa rahi thi. Wo daud kar mere paas aayi. Usne ek patli si nightdress pehni hui thi. Wo mere andar aane se pehle hi mere apartment mein ghus gayi, mujhe kheench kar andar kiya aur zor se pakad liya. Hum dono ne ek doosre ko paaglon ki tarah kiss kiya. Darwaza lock karte hi, humne apne kapde utaar diye. Uski choot poori tarah geeli thi, bas mera lund wapas andar lene ke liye tadap rahi thi. Maine us raat apne bistar par use bohot der tak pela. Phir, jab wo mere seene par thi, maine usse uske pati ke baare mein poocha. Tumhe pata hai usne kya kaha?" (That same night I spent time with friends and came home around 1 AM. I was opening the house door, when I heard her footsteps on the stairs. She was rushing up to my floor. She came running to me. She was wearing a flimsy nightdress. She stepped into my apartment even before I did, pulled me inside, and grabbed me tightly. We both kissed like crazy. Locking the door, we stripped off our clothes. Her pussy was completely wet, just starving to take my cock back inside. I fucked her for a long time on my bed that night. Then, while she was on my chest, I asked her about her husband. Do you know what she said?)
 
Shazia curiously asked, "Kya?" (What?)
 
Rohan chuckled. "Lagta hai wapas jaane ke baad unka bohot bada jhagda hua tha. Par wo nidar thi. Usne use saaf-saaf bata diya ki wo bistar mein usse bilkul khush nahi thi aur use ek asli mard ki zaroorat thi. Usne khul ke bataya ki use main kitna pasand aaya aur jab tak usne aake humein disturb nahi kiya, usne mere saath kitna maza kiya. Uske pati ne behas ki, uska chhota sa ego toot gaya tha. Usne use bistar par patka aur waisi hi wild passion ke saath chodne ki koshish ki jaisa usne abhi describe kiya tha. Par wo buri tarah fail ho gaya. Wo do minute mein hi thak kar jhad gaya." (It seems after she went back, they had a massive fight. But she was bold. She made it crystal clear to him that she was completely unsatisfied with him in bed, and she needed a real man. She explicitly told him how much she liked me and how much she enjoyed it with me until he came and disturbed us. He argued with her, his tiny ego shattered. He threw her on the bed and tried to fuck her with the same wild passion she had just described. But he failed miserably. He got tired and cummed in just two minutes.)
 
"Wo mujhe ye batate hue zor-zor se hass rahi thi. Phir, usne use aur zaleel kiya. Usne bol kar bataya ki maine uske saath theek kya kya kiya tha. Usne use bataya ki mera lund kitna bada aur mota tha, maine use kitne junoon se choda, kaise maine use ek devi ki tarah treat kiya, aur wo mujhe kitni buri tarah chahti thi. Apni khud ki namardangi ka ehsaas karke, aur kyunki uski biwi ne uska mazak udaya aur use majboor kiya, wo poori tarah haar maan gaya. Usne use mere saath affair rakhne ki ijazat de di, bas shart ye thi ki kisi aur ko iske baare mein pata na chale." (She was laughing out loud while telling me this. Then, she humiliated him even further. She verbally described exactly what I did to her. She told him how big and thick my cock was, how passionately I fucked her, how I treated her like a goddess, and how desperately she wanted me. Realizing his own impotence, and because his wife mocked and compelled him, he completely gave up. He agreed to let her have an affair with me, provided no one else knew about it.)
 
Shazia exhaled, a mix of pure awe and deep arousal vibrating in her voice. Mocking a husband’s manhood was the ultimate taboo, yet hearing about it filled her with a dark, arrogant power.

"Wo beizzati," (That mockery,) Rohan explained, acting as her guide into this twisted world, "aur use khone ke uske gehre darr ne, us pati ka dimaag poori tarah badal diya. Uski beizzati hi uski hawas ban gayi. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki wo uske liye kabhi kaafi nahi ho sakta, aur wo adhura-pan hi use garam karne laga. Uss din ke baad, unka rishta poori tarah badal gaya. Wo khuleaam mere apartment mein aane lagi. Uske pati ko theek se pata hota tha ki wo kahan hai, main uske nange jism ke saath kya kar raha hoon, aur kiska paani wo apne andar ghar wapas le jaa rahi hai. Wo chup-chap accept kar chuka tha. Kabhi kabhi, wo mere apartment mein aati thi. Kabhi kabhi, main use chhat par milta, use apne kamre mein kheench ke, aur paaglon ki tarah pelta. Wo apne pati se asantusht thi, aur apni hawas poori karna chahti thi. Usne mujhe dhoondh liya aur hum dono ne iska poora maza liya. Jab bhi uska pati mujhe building mein dekhta, wo kabhi mere aankhon mein aankhein nahi daal paata tha. Wo aadmi sirf society mein apni jhoothi izzat khone se darta tha. Ye affair kuch saal tak aaram se chalta raha, jab tak wo log shehar chhod kar nahi chale gaye aur mera usse contact nahi toot gaya." (and his intense fear of losing her, completely rewired the husband’s brain. His humiliation itself became his lust. He realized he could never be enough for her, and that inadequacy actually turned him on. After that day, their dynamic changed completely. She started coming to my apartment openly. Her husband knew exactly where she was, what I was doing to her naked body, and whose cum she was bringing back home inside her. He had silently accepted it. Sometimes, she used to come to my apartment. Sometimes, I used to meet her on the terrace, pull her into my room, and fuck her like crazy. She was dissatisfied with her husband, and she wanted to fulfill her lust. She found me and we both enjoyed it immensely. Whenever her husband saw me in the building, he could never even make eye contact with me. That fellow was only worried about losing his fake respect in society. The affair went on smoothly for a couple of years, until they moved out of the city and I lost contact with her.)
 
Shazia sat completely frozen. The sheer, monumental audacity of that woman shattered Shazia's conservative mind. She squeezed her thighs tightly together. A sudden, wet heat pooled in her panties. The psychological dominance of the neighbor was incredibly intoxicating.
 
The apartment was dead silent, save for Shazia's heavy, uneven breathing. Rohan's story had brilliantly reprogrammed her panic into a calculated, dirty confidence. The neighbor wasn't a victim; she was a queen who had weaponized her infidelity to tame her husband.
 
"Shazia... are you listening to me?" Rohan asked softly.
 
"Haan..." she whispered, her voice no longer trembling with fear, but vibrating with a dark, awakening realization.