Adultery The Making of a Slut from a Wife - Shazia

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Part 13: The Breaking Point and The Confession
That night, the tense dynamic in the apartment reached an absolute, explosive boiling point. Iqbal’s silent, punishing anger had slowly, insidiously mutated into something else entirely over the past three days: an unbearable, desperate, highly toxic horniness. He hadn't touched Shazia since the resort. The mental image of her walking away with that posh, handsome, rich alpha male had been torturing his mind relentlessly. But the constant, obsessive replay of that scene in his head had slowly twisted from pure, emasculating jealousy into a dark, sick, voyeuristic arousal. He desperately needed to know exactly what had happened.
 
Unlike the past couple of days, Shazia wasn't sitting in the corner crying. She wasn't hiding her face in guilt. Entering their bedroom that night after dinner, she was standing casually near the dressing table, brushing her damp, freshly washed hair. She was wearing a dangerously sheer, crimson red satin nightgown that clung tightly to her heavy curves. The deep V-neck practically spilled her full breasts out, the dark outline of her prominent nipples clearly visible against the thin fabric. The room smelled heavily of her expensive jasmine perfume and an undeniable, intoxicating aura of raw female sexuality. She looked at him through the mirror, her heavily lined eyes locking onto his. There was no fear in her eyes. Only a dark, predatory confidence.
 
Shazia slowly put the hairbrush down. She turned and walked around the room, letting the sheer gown dbang seductively over her wide hips, compelling him to watch.
 
After the lights were turned out and the apartment was completely silent, Shazia lay on the very edge of the mattress, her back turned to him. The three-day cold war still hung heavily in the air.
 
For ten agonizing minutes, neither moved. But Iqbal’s mind was a torturous, burning loop. He desperately needed to know what happened that night. The silence was killing him more than the betrayal.
 
"Kyun kiya tumne aisa?" (Why did you do that?) Iqbal’s voice suddenly pierced the darkness. It wasn't an angry shout; it was a rough, desperate whisper.
 
Shazia’s eyes opened in the dark. A slow, victorious smile crept onto her lips. She turned over to face him. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, his fists clenched.
 
"Maaf kar dijiye..." (Forgive me...) she whispered softly, her voice dripping with calculated innocence. "Maine aapko chot pahunchayi." (I hurt you.) Shazia raised her eyebrows, her hands gently resting on his chest. "Main toh bas.. aapko khush dekhna chah rahi thi... jis tarah aap maza le rahe the jab woh resort ka ladka mujhe dekh raha tha aur main uske saath baat kar rahi thi.. woh sab sochke... yaad hai aapne kya kaha jab hum pool se wapas room aagaye the… par Rohan ke aate hi aap badal gaye." (Oh, I just... wanted to see you happy... the way you were enjoying when the boy in the resort was looking at me and I was talking to the him.. thinking of all that... remember what you said when we returned to our room from pool…but as soon as Rohan came, you changed.) 
 
Iqbal turned his head to look at her. He saw the sheer crimson satin of her nightgown. "Kyun gayi tum uss gair mard ke saath? Jabki tum jaanti thi..." (Why did you go with that stranger? When you knew...)
 
"Main khud gayi... ya aapne mujhe jaane diya?" (Did I go myself... or did you let me go?) she challenged, her voice shifting into a wicked, teasing venom.
 
Iqbal frowned, his brow furrowing. "Bakwas. Agar main jaanta tha ki wo tumhe apne bistar par le jaa raha hai... ki wo tumhe pelne wala hai... toh kya main tumhe uske saath jaane deta?" (Nonsense. If I knew he was taking you to his bed... that he was going to fuck you... would I let you go with him?)
 
Shazia propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes narrowing as she completely dismantled his fake innocence piece by piece.
 
"Sach mein? Toh jab hum table par baithe the, aur uski bhookhi nazrein meri cleavage aur chhati par gadi thi .. Jab baaton ke beech main uthi thi, meri saadi ka pallu sarak gaya tha, aur wo besharmo ki tarah meri nangi naabhi ko ghoor raha tha... uski nazrein ithni tez thi ki mujhe lagi ki shayad main uske saamne nangi baiti hun…kya apne nahi dekha ki woh mujhe pelne ki bookh se dekh raha tha?" (Really? So, when we were sitting at the table, and his hungry eyes were fixed on my cleavage and chest, when I stood up during the talks, my saree pallu had slipped, and he was shamelessly staring at my exposed navel... his looks were so piercing that I felt I was naked in front of him… Didn’t you notice that he was looking at me with the hunger and desire of fucking me) she fired back, her voice sharp and unrelenting.
 
Iqbal’s breath hitched. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but he had no words.
 
"Aur dance floor par?" (And on the dance floor?) Shazia pressed relentlessly. "Jab usne sabke saamne mujhe apni baahon mein jakad liya tha. Uske haath meri nangi peeth aur kamar ko daba rahe the... aapne dekha nahi?“(When he grabbed me in his arms in front of everyone. His hands were squeezing my bare back and waist...did you not see it?)
 
Iqbal swallowed hard. His breathing quickened.
 
"Uska lund meri gaand mein ragad raha tha" (His cock was rubbing against my ass,) Shazia continued, her voice dropping to a dirty whisper. "Ye sab dekhne ke baad bhi aap bol rahe hain ki aapko maloom nahi tha? Aap restaurant mein the. Aap chahte toh aakar mujhe rok sakte the. Par aap chup rahe. Kyun?" (Even after seeing all this you are saying that you didn't know? You were in the restaurant. If you wanted, you could have come and stopped me. But you stayed quiet. Why?)
 
“Shayad jab uss raath ko aapne mujhe Verma ji ke room mein chhod kar gaye the… Shayad tab bhi aapko maalum nahi tha ki Verma ji mujhe pelne walein hain… haina?”
 
"Shazia, chup raho!" (Shazia, shut up!) Iqbal growled, trying to muster his anger. He felt guilty and trapped by her words. He had no escape but to accept the fact that he used to let her do it and his anger towards her wasn’t reasonable with he himself being at fault.
 
"Nahi, aap suniye!" (No, you listen!) she snapped back, leaning closer, exposing his hypocrisy. "Aap mujh par apna gussa isliye nikal rahe hain kyunki aap uska kuch nahi bigad sakte! Aap usse darte hain. Agar aapko itni hi takleef thi, toh aapko aakar mera haath pakadna chahiye tha. Aapko use peetna chahiye tha aur apni biwi ko wapas lana chahiye tha. Par aap wahan se hile tak nahi!" (You are taking your anger out on me because you can't do anything to him! You are afraid of him. If you had so much problem, you should have come and held my hand. You should have beaten him and brought your wife back. But you didn't even move from there!)
 
Shazia paused, letting her words sink in, before delivering the ultimate psychological blow.