Adultery A professor's wife entertains his students by Mir Nasir

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While she had put on the teddy and the thong as promised, but she’d taken one precaution to cover herself somewhat. She had worn it with a bra, the same one she’d been wearing earlier. That meant she was able to hide her breasts, otherwise she would have been exposed right down to the nipples in that transparent thing. She came and stood calmly in front of the boys, actually giving them time – I noticed, to look at her from head to toe. Hands on hips, she even had a hint of smile on her lips. Another truth struck me then (it was night of revelations alight); as angry as she was at losing the game and being made to strip and all; there was a part of her which was enjoying this.

The latent exhibitionist inside her, given the opportunity to come out of the closet, was now taking over and making her take pleasure in seducing two young men like that. She was feeling the power that she had over us as a woman. Part of her may also have been taking revenge from me, for acting the weakling and not saving her grace. It was like she was saying, `so, you gutless excuse for a husband, now watch your own students check out your wife’s body in your presence!’ May be it was all of that, and may be both of us were experiencing conflicting emotions that night, discovering our hidden selves.

“Hmmm, not bad” Salman commented, trying to sound indifferent but I could see the shine in his eyes as he scanned her thoroughly, “not bad at all. But honestly, do you always wear this with a bra?”
“No I don’t; and don’t push your luck about it” Roze replied calmly, and then told Tariq to get up and come to the kitchen with her to make tea; making it clear that being joint losers, they had to share the consequences together. She hardly seemed to have noticed him till then, or the fact that he was wearing her pink panties (by crossing his legs he had managed to hide his hardening cock so far from her). As she turned to leave for the kitchen, Tariq following her at a distance, she presented her full, round ass, practically naked in that transparent dress, to our view. I could tell that both the boys were stunned. From the front it must have appeared to them as if she was wearing regular panties. That thong caught them off-guard. Tariq’s eyes seemed to bulge behind his specs and even Salman’s mouth remain open for the few seconds she took to disappear from our view.

Once only Salman and I were left sitting in the guest room, I found that normal conversation was almost impossible under the circumstances. Its very difficult to retain that friendly, student-teacher relationship when the teacher’s wife has just been stripped almost-naked by the student concerned! So, making some excuse, I went to the kitchen. Another strange sight welcomed me there (was it my house that night or Alice’s Wonderland?): Tariq, by then, had developed a full-fledged erection, his cock trying to burst out of Rozi’s panties, and my wife was standing, not two feet in front of his cock, looking at it, shaking her head as she does when our son has spilled some juice on the carpet, and saying something to Tariq.

As I entered she looked at me and said, “Well, seems like your student here gets excited wearing girly panties.” There was nothing offensive in her tone. It was like she had just caught a kid in the middle of a harmless prank. And Tariq was actually telling her about his obsession as the two of them made tea. It was the typical story: he was around eleven years old and once, alone in the house, tried on a pair of his mother’s panties, and it seemed to give him an erection…., so on and so forth. Rozi seemed to be listening like a psychologist and made comments meant to indicate that she entirely understood his obsession, and did not find it offensive at all. I also remarked that a lot of boys developed that kind of thing early on in childhood, and, it appeared that the three of us were having a normal conversation. Listening to us, no one could have guessed that inside the kitchen there was a semi-nude woman, the semi-nude woman’s husband, and a young man wearing the semi-nude woman’s panties, with a raging hard-on!

Once the tea was ready, Rozi set up the china on a tray and said, with mock exasperation, “Ok, lets serve tea to His Highness! (meaning Salman).”

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Over the tea, Rozi asked Salman why he (Salman) hadn’t dressed up, to which he replied that he was just trying to make her and Tariq feel easy.
“How gentlemanly of you!” Rozi remarked, raising her eyebrows. But I could tell that, now, it was all mock-anger on her part; more of putting on a show of being affronted. She actually seemed quite comfortable with her own and the boys’ semi-nakedness. In fact, I was to one who started feeling uncomfortable, being the only fully dressed member of the party, and I said so. Salman, laughingly, invited me to take of my clothes as well, but I didn’t – partly because I was getting a hard-on again.

Salman then started making fun of Tariq, his passion for wearing women’s undergarments, and most of all, his erection, all too visible to everyone (though I couldn’t help noticing that Salman seemed to have a semi hard-on himself). Tariq responded by saying that he (Salman) was just jealous of him because he (Tariq) had a bigger `tool’ than him! It was at this point that I became almost sure they were in it together and had planned it out while Rozi and I were in our bedroom, deciding what she should wear.

“No way!” Salman cried. “Liar.”
“Wanna bet?” Tariq asked him.
“Sure, whenever you’re ready. Want to do it right now?” Salman challenged him back.
Tariq looked at Rozi, as if to tell him that it wouldn’t be proper in her presence. Salman picked up the cue, so to say, and asked her:
“Would you mind?”
Rozi was clearly taken aback at this line of conversation, but enjoying it nevertheless. “Umm, I don’t know” once again she looked at me (`why me?’ I thought)
“Well…,” I stammered, “I don’t know…, its not as if you haven’t seen a penis before” that was all the encouragement she needed.
“What’s the bet.” She asked, smiling.

“One who has a shorter co…., tool, gets spanked in the ass” Tariq said, without hesitation.
“Sounds good” Rozi said, still smiling, then frowned and told Tariq, “and you don’t have to be shy of using the word cock in my presence. Let’s get rid of these pretensions, shall we.”
`Great’ I thought, `she’s actually getting into this and enjoying herself, but later on, she would still blame me for whatever happens from now on.’
“Who administers the spanking?” She asked.
“You do.” Salman replied at once, and it was decided. Perhaps, she also saw in this an opportunity to pay Salman back for beating her in the cards game.

All that remained to be done was to find a measuring tape, which was duly fetched by Rozi and we were all set.

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I felt like a person going on a particularly creepy roller-coaster ride: scared of what was about to come, but bent upon experiencing the thrill anyway. I knew that all of us were taking things too far now, but felt powerless to stop it. With baited breath I watched as first Tariq got up and reached for the elastic string of Rozi’s panties that he had on, then, characteristically, got red-faced and seemed unable to take them off.
“Aw, what the…” Salman remarked, seeing Tariq’s hesitation, got up and yanked down his own briefs in one motion. There he stood proudly, with his muscled body, the result of several hard workouts, his cock dangling in between his legs. I saw that it was a semi-hard-on he had at the moment, but only required little encouragement to bring it to full attention.

Encouraged, Tariq also slid down Rozi’s panties. The moment his cock was exposed, I thought it was big, but he was bent down and it was difficult to have an exact idea. When he finally stood straight, all naked except for the watch he was wearing, I knew we had a really well-hung young man in our house, with a full, raging hard-on. Unlike Salman, who seemed totally unconscious by his nudity, Tariq stood awkwardly, very much aware of the pole protruding from between his legs.

So, we now had two butt-naked young men in our house. `What next?’ I thought, still feeling that dream like state.

“Not fair again.” Salman said. We all looked at him, quizzically. “He has a hard-on while I don’t; how do I compete with him?”
Actually, to me, it seemed we pretty much had a winner in Tariq, hard-on or not. However, it was Rozi who replied, making her best effort to sound normal, but I could tell by the way her face was flushed, that she was fully affected by the sight of two young cocks.
“Why don’t you… umm…, make it hard?” she said.
“How?” Salman asked her. To me the whole conversation seemed farcical, considering that Salman was already more than half-way up to being hard, and, in fact, seemed to be getting there by the second.
“Well…., I don’t know” Rozi laughed a little, “maybe, touch it or something.”

“Oh no” replied Salman, “Its no fun when you do it yourself. Tell you what,” he said, as if he had just thought of a bright idea, “why don’t you hold it for a second or two.”
“Don’t be ridiculous” Rozi laughed, blushing.
“Why not?” Salman asked, doing a good job of sounding actually surprised.
“O come on…” Rozi tried to say, and then looked at me again; me – her husband, who was himself experiencing a smaller yet equally hard erection at the thought of his half-dressed wife standing barely five feet from two fully nude young men.
“Uh, well…., for a few seconds” I murmured, “only if you want to” I hastened to add.
Rozi took a deep breath and said, “Ok, lets get this childish business done with” and stepped towards Salman. “What a night!” I herd her say, almost to herself, as she reached between Salman’s legs.

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Once again, my apologies for a long gap: I know I'm really testing the patience of my dear readers here; but there was no power following the cyclone affected rains in Karachi for over 18 hours. Will try and make more frequent contributions now - Mir

I watched in awe as my wife’s petite hand stretched out and touched Salman’s semi-hard cock, a little tentatively, just putting three of her fingers along the side of the shaft, feeling the smoothness. She became bolder after the first nervous touch and held the tool in her hand, encircling it between her fingers and thumb, very gently, not touching the bulb yet. The effect was almost instantaneous: Salman’s proud member came to life fully as soon as she had got in her soft palm.
“Well, is that enough?” she asked him, laughing a little, trying to sound unconcerned. But by then, I don’t thing she was fooling anyone…., hell, by then, I don’t think anyone was fooling anyone in that room. The moment my wife held Salman’s cock in her hand, it was the point of no return; of throwing all your inhibitions away.

“You’ve got to rub it a little, y’know” Salman said, thoroughly enjoying the sensation, “what…., you mean to tell me you’ve never given Sir a hand job?” he asked her.
“Of course I have” Rozi sounded almost offended at the idea, and holding his cock firmly in her hand, starting moving her hand over the shaft, giving him some lovely strokes, though she was still going slow.
A few strokes had made it clear that his organ had achieved maximum fullness, yet she continued to stroke. My mouth felt as dry as if I’d run miles, as I watched, awestruck, my wife literally giving a hand job to my student, right in front of me.

“Hey…., why is he having all the fun?” it was Tariq who cried, and quiet justifiably, I thought. Rozi laughed and told him to step closer to her. He eagerly took a couple of steps towards the right of my wife, bringing his outstretched pole of a cock within hand reach, she withdrew her right hand from Salman’s cock and used it to grab Tariq’s penis, while using her left hand to hold Salman’s cock; this being the natural position in which the three of them were standing.
None of the boys, of course, were even remotely biased about which hand she used to touch and hold their cocks (not to mention that Rozi happens to be ambidextrous anyway), and gave themselves over fully to her attentions.

She was now using both hands to hold, rub and stroke both cocks, and – I could tell, fully enjoying the control she had over both young boys standing naked before her, neither of them saying anything (even the boasting Salman had gone quiet), surrendering themselves totally; such is the power a woman holds over men!
She was increasing the speed as she moved her hand up and down, now bold enough to touch the bulb. Soon, however, she gave a short, startled cry and withdrew her hand from Salman’s cock, looking at it as if it had been burnt.
“What?” Salman asked, a little red-faced, seeming as if he already knew.

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“I think that’s enough.” Rozi replied, rubbing her fingers together and looking at Salman as she did. The reason was clear enough: Salman’s cock had responded to her attention and started oozing pre-cum, some of which she now had on her fingers.

“What do you mean, that’s enough?” Salman said, “we have just started.”
“In case you’ve forgotten” Rozi replied, still holding Tariq’s pole with her left hand, “the idea was to measure and compare you and Tariq in size, not to give you two a hand-job. Now to finish this silly business I think all we need to do is use a measuring tape and be done with it so that you two could put on your clothes and go home.”
“Ahhm” I cleared my throat, and said, “I think Dear its already quiet clear as to who has the bigger member.”

Roze took another look at the two hard cocks in front of her (one still in her hand actually), then looked at me and said,
“Ok. So…., its over, right?”
Even `that’, dear readers, could have been the last chance for me to retrieve control of the situation and asked the two young men to put on their clothes. But then, that was precisely what I ‘did not’ want! But how was I to say that?
Salman, bless him, saved me.
“Alright. I agree, he has the bigger cock” he said, “but I can last longer when it comes to…, to `coming’, shall I say…”
“Oh forget it” Rozi threw back her head in an exasperated gesture, “Don’t tell me you’re suggesting a competition now to see who comes first!”
“Why not?” Salman said, “Come on, we’ve gone this far so …..”

“Which is precisely the reason we must stop.” She interrupted. “We have gone to far, as it is.”
“Sir” Salman turned to me now (part of me actually winced at the idea of being further involved and having to suffer Rozi’s wratch later) “You decide…, and for a moment, put your considerations as a husband aside” well, he needn’t have worried about `that’ part at least, “She loses the game and is supposed to strip, but only does so `technically’, which means she strips without revealing anything, taking help from some books and her husband” he continues, “whereas I, the winner, actually end up taking off all my clothes. Now, when all I want is a fitting finale to this evening, she wants to back out. Is it fair?”
`Wow, the nerve…!’ I thought, even as Rozi turned towards me and everyone waited for me to say something.

“Well….” I didn’t know what to say, or, how to say it.
“Well what?” Rozi demanded, “You want me to give these boys a handjob?”
“No…, no, obvious not” I said quickly, “but I can’t deny that Salman’s got a point there.”
Rozi looked at me incredulously.
“He’s got a point?” she said, and I really winced at her tone…., I could tell where this was all going to lead later on. “He’s got a point?” she repeated, and I winced again. Then she shook her head as if saying `nothing will surprise me anymore’, turned towards Salman and Tariq, and said, “Ok boys, you get your hand-job competition, thanks to the unfailing generosity and hospitality of my husband and your teacher.” The sarcasm was killing!
“But” she cautioned, “Do not come to this house again, thinking that you’re going to be given the same treatment…, ever!” she finished with emphasis.

She then turned, started walking, and said,
“You two can now follow me to our bedroom…..” At this, all three of us looked at each other and I almost missed a beat.
“Not…” she paused and looked back, “for what you may have in mind” she proceeded with a slight, ironic smile, “but for exactly what you bargained for.” Still seeing quizzical expressions on our faces, she said, “You don’t think I’m going to give you guys a hand-job over our new guest room carpet, do you?”
Phew…, ever the careful housewife…., even when half-naked herself and about to jack off two completely nude young men, she was mindful of her responsibilities! When it comes to style, nobody beats my darling.

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As she started moving towards the door-way leading out of the guest room, the two naked young boys following her like pied-piper’s rats, their cocks sticking out before them, I had an inspiration.
“Wait.” The three of them stopped in their track, and Rozi looked at me with a kind of `now what’ look on her face. “Why don’t you lead them to the bedroom holding their cocks in your hands….., y’know, the way you sometimes…” I left it unfinished because the look on her face was turning incredulous; it was now the `what kind of a husband you are?’ look. However, she knew what I meant. Sometimes, in our bedroom, we liked to play around where Rozi would grab hold of my cock and walk around in front, leading me like a beast, my cock held firmly in her grasp. I always loved the feeling (perhaps it appealed to my latent masochism).

Without saying a word, she took a step back as in reverse, and asked both the boys to stand by either side of her, then she calmly took one cock in each of her hands (Tariq on the right, Salman on her left), and started walking towards the bed-room, the two young studs (looking almost dazed with lust) obediently following her, watching as her full round buttocks (visible under the thin sheath of the teddy) moved in unison, the curves actually touching each other as she walked, her ass-crack barely covered by the string of the thong, her flip-flops making almost no sound on the floor: `like two beasts being taken by the female for mating’ I thought to myself.

Once in the bedroom, she drew out the sliding stool that comes with her dressing table – one that she had used countless number of times for doing her make up in front of the mirror, and calmly settled her ample ass on the comfortable foam covered cushion. No words needed to be spoken now; it was pure instinct that was working in that room. In fact, any kind of rational thought on the part of those present might have ended the bizarre scene which was taking place; it was one of those moments when human beings let themselves be led by their basic instincts instead of mind. We all knew that a certain barrier was about to be crossed……, we were going too far and a rational part of my mind (and I’m sure Rozi’s mind too) cried out to stop this madness, but I wasn’t listening to it.

Both the boys stood in front of her, either side again, as if the three of them had been doing something like this for years. She again took one cock in each hand, though the boys had, inadvertently, switched places, and now Salman’s cock was in her right hand and Tariq’s in her left. I watched, mesmerized, as my wife started first to fondle….., yes, now she was actually taking her time, enjoying herself….,

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I could see it on her face: the flushed cheeks, eyes slightly drunk with lust, the way she always looked when aroused while making love with me. So, yes, she actually fondled the two hard cocks in her hands, running her hands lovingly over Tariq’s long pole and feeling Salman’s shorter but thicker hardness, even pausing to touch their balls. Then very slowly, she started stroking, building up the pace gradually…., this was better than any porn movie I had ever seen or will ever see! My own cock was trying to burst thru my pants and I could clearly feel a wet patch inside my underwear.


“Can’t you take off the top at least…?” Salman pleaded, his voice coming in little gasps as he gave himself over to the pleasure his cock was receiving. “She’s wearing a bra anyway….” This time he was talking to me, not yet letting me give up my role as a referee.
“Dear” Rozi called out to me before I could say anything, “would you please help me out. I am, as you can see, a little preoccupied here.”

I knew what this statement on her part was intended to convey to me: the idea whether I would accede to the demands of exposing my wife further in front of my students, was a foregone conclusion now, and there was no need to actually ASK me if I would let that happen!
Taking the insult in my stride (perhaps, actually enjoying it!), I moved towards had back and taking the thin straps of the teddy, pushed them down over her smooth, ivory like shoulders, down to her waist, but for the black bra she was wearing, exposing her from the top. For the second time that night, her ample cleavage was exposed, her mounds of delicate flesh struggling to work their way out of the tight black cups holding them.

She had increased the pace of her strokes now and I could sense the rising excitement of the two boys as their breathing quickened and sweat started running down their brows despite the ceiling fan running overhead.
“Show us your breasts….., please” Salman panted.
“Yes….,” it was Tariq who joined in now, “Please…., just once…., you’re so beautiful.” Raw animal lust was now taking over the two boys and had it been not for a strong behavioral shaping since childhood that conditioned them against such behavior, the two of them would have forcefully snatched off her bra themselves.

The time for words was over now. Still standing behind Rozi’s back, I took hold of the clasp that held her bra in place, and unhooked the clasp in one, silent motion. As the tiny garment lost its hold on her flesh, I moved my hands up towards her shoulders again, holding the thin straps of the bra, intending to move them down her shoulders. As if acting a well-rehearsed scene, she simply let go of the boys’ cocks for a moment, letting her arms drop by her side, facilitating my work. With a thudding heart and trembling hands, I moved the bra straps down her arms, rid her of the undergarment and threw it on the bed nearby, fully exposing my wife’s proud beasts to my students, this time with no world atlas to shield her from their young, lusty eyes.

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Rozi’s breasts are like fully ripe mangoes, sagging just a little after childbirth and breastfeeding, but beautiful nevertheless. The nipples are light brown, the color of tea made with a lot of milk. They’re big, covering a substantial area on the mound – almost a whole mouthful, and very, very sensitive. The slightest bit of arousal has those tips stiff and erect…, and this was exactly the way they were once I had rid them of the restraining bra cups! I knew for sure how aroused she was.

No sooner had her breasts been exposed then Salman reached forward and placed her hand on her left boob. She gasped at his touch over her sensitive nipple and all at once the pace of her strokes slowed down, which was for the best because had she continued a couple of minutes he might have exploded, judging by the amount of pre-cum leaking out of his shaft. In less than a second Tariq was reaching out for her other tit.

Finding no resistance, the two boys first touched, then caressed, fondled, and finally started squeezing the full, juicy tits of my wife. The effect was such that Rozi had all but given up her efforts on giving them a hand job, though she was still holding on to their hard cocks with both hands. Her mouth was half open and her breath quickening as she let the two boys feel her tits – the first time in her life that not one but TWO men other than her husband were taking pleasure from her boobs.

Finally, as usual taking the lead, Salman removed her hand holding onto his cock, knelt down beside the stool she was sitting on, and bending forward, took one of her tits in his mouth, and started sucking.
Maybe there was some last semblance of resistance from Rozi at that point, and something like `don’t…’ might have come out of her mouth, but if that was the case, it just got lost in the short gasps she was taking, her heart thumping overtime with arousal. And when Tariq also knelt down and took her other breast in his mouth, she was practically moaning with pleasure, her eyes closed, head thrown back in delight, the first beads of sweat now appearing on her brow and neck. Finally, she even put her hands on the back of the boys’ heads, actually urging them on to suck and taste her tits and nipples all they could.

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At that point I also started taking off my clothes. Not because I wanted to join the action…, no way! That was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted was to see my wife being taken and used sexually by those two young studs….., but for one, my cock had actually started hurting, having to fight against the restraining double fabric of my briefs and trousers. Second, remaining fully dressed under the circumstances seemed pretty ridiculous, to tell you the truth.

I had removed my shirt and was in the process of sliding my trousers off my legs when Salman took the next lead, stopping me in my tracks. He stopped sucking her breast, and told her to stand up, which she did, gently removing Tariq’s mouth from her other breast. When she was up on her feet, he first let the teddy drop on to the floor and then took hold of the thong she was wearing from both ends of the waist. Of course I knew what he was about to do but a part of my mind STILL could not believe it! Cool as a cucumber, he removed the last shred of clothing my wife was wearing, taking his time, sliding it down slowly over her shapely legs. There was zero resistance from Rozi, and she obediently stepped out of her thong as he reached all the way to her feet. After removing the thong he didn’t throw it away at once.

He kept them in his hand for a few seconds, rubbed his hand over them like one crumples a used sheet of paper, felt something, smiled at Rozi and said,
“Gosh, you’re wet!”
With that he reached out with his hand and touched her between the legs. An electric current seemed to run thru Rozi’s body as he touched her pussy and her breath came out in a visible, sharp gasp. I watched from a sideways, 60 degree angle as my student continued groping between my wife’s legs, feeling the soft wetness of her pussy, his fingers going deeper and deeper until they seemed to disappear altogether.

At first, Rozi only watched his hand playing with her most private area, as if unable to react. Then, as his fingers started giving rise to deep, carnal pleasures, she gave herself totally over to her body’s desires, moaning loudly (as she always does when we make love), her eyes half-closed, her head tilting from one side to another. Salman never relented and kept up the pressure until the moans got louder and louder, turning into cries, and then shrieks, as she came…., almost falling over on the bed towards her left as her legs became weak, unable to bear the intense reaction her body was going thru.

When Salman realized what had happened, he withdrew his hand, and Roze sat down, panting, on the edge of the large double bed. He paused for a moment, took one look at me…, I had got rid of my clothes by then and was rubbing my own dick…., then he turned around and started rearranging the pillows lying on the bed, one on top of the other. My heart leaped as I realized what he was preparing for.

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Satisfied with the pillows, he turned again to Rozi, leaned towards her, putting his arms round her, kissed her softly on the mouth and told her, gently, to lie down on the bed, brushing his hands against her tits again as he withdrew. Rozi just nodded slightly and like an obedient dog (or bitch!), did as he said, her head propped up a little on the pillows. Once he had her where he wanted, he got up on the bed himself, settling himself on his knees near her outstretched feet. He then took hold of her feet one by one and placed them on his, touching her neatly pedicured toes as he did so. I realized that he hadn’t been boasting about his sexual escapades. This was certainly not a guy who had never fucked a woman before.

Roze responded by hoisting her hips up a little and opening up her thighs, a posture that brought into light her wet, neatly shaven pussy (she ALWAYS keeps it shaven, though I don’t mind a bush as well), white on the outer rims and pink like a rose on the inside. Salman’s cock had lost none of its stiffness, and holding hips with both hands, he brought the tip of his cock to her pussy hole, his pre-cum touching and mixing with Rozi’s own wetness. He just needed one push to enter her well-lubricated, mature pussy.

With one swift stroke he was all the way in. He stayed like that for a second or two, looking at Rozi’s face, awaiting her reaction. She looked into his eyes and though she said it silently, still there was no doubt about what words her lips formed: `fuck me’ was what she said, and fuck her he did! Withdrawing his cock almost to the tip, he plunged in her again, harder….., drawing a noise from her, then repeated the action again, and again…, each time quicker, and harder, until he was really giving it to her, pacing his strokes well.

I watched, fascinated, as my own student fucked my wife in front of me, right on the bed we had made love hundreds of times. I watched as my wife wrapped her legs around his back, and held his ass firmly with her hands, increasing the force of each push. I watched, mesmerized, as his hips bounced between my wife’s legs, and his hard, thick rod kept disappearing inside my wife and kept resurfacing again. This was utterly mind blowing…., nothing like I’d ever even imagined in my wildest fantasies.

I watched as my wife put her arms around him and pressed him towards her, so that he was not lying on top of her, in her arms, his chest crushing her breasts…., and then, his mouth sought hers…., their lips met, fiercely, urgently…, opening up and letting their tongues explore each other’s mouth from the inside…, in a long, passionate French kiss. He was not just fucking her; he was making love to her….., they were like two lovers, totally oblivious to any other presence in the room.

As good as it was, I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He was fast building up to a climax. Indeed, within probably a minute (though it seemed like an eternity), he abruptly stopped after a thrust, his face contorting to an expression of what could either be construed as immense pain or pleasure, first his entire body tensed, his back almost in building an arch, then he let go…., with one of the loudest, most satisfying noises of `aaahh…’ that I’ve ever heard. And he was really letting go…., I mean, he came in a gush…, his body undergoing spasm after spasm, as his balls emptied their contents thru his penis into my wife’s vagina, while she held on to him tightly, whispering “yes, yes…,” again and again.

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I know this has been a long gap and I'm not going to make any excuses except that work's really killing me these days. Thanks a lot for all those who remained loyal and patient - Mir

He lay panting on top of her for quiet a while. Then even the panting stopped and he still lied there, his cock, probably flaccid by now, still inside my wife. It almost seemed as if he had gone to sleep. Meanwhile, Tariq, his long pole still erect, was getting restless. Finally, Rozi took his head in her hands and raised it gently. His eyes were still half-closed with pleasure. She raised her own head a little and kissed him gently on the lips and then murmured something in his ear, to which he finally raised himself up and extracted his near-to-limp cock out of her pussy. He then laid down on his back beside her, totally exhausted.

His cock, as it lied on one side against his leg, totally used up, was glistening with my wife’s pussy juice. As my eyes went to Rozi’s pussy – quiet visible as she still had her legs wide open (all traces of modesty having been erased after being fucked by Salman), I saw that her pussy was dripping with Salman’s come. In fact, it would be correct to say that I had never seen her pussy as wet as I saw it then. To me, it was a most beautiful sight: my wife’s clean shaven pussy lathered by this young stud’s come!

Before Tariq could make a move I stepped forward, climbed on the bed, looked at him and said:
“Sorry…., I’ll just take a minute.”
In retrospect, you might say that this could have been one of the most absurd, bizarre scenes ever: a husband about to penetrate his own wife’s cum-soaked pussy, apologetically telling a young man to wait for a minute before he could fuck her! It was as if I was obstructing him from using the phone or something.

Having stopped Tariq in his tracks I settled myself over Rozi’s legs and holding my cock in hand, entered her in one quick motion. My cock felt like it had gone into a pouch pack of butter! The inner walls of her womb were covered with Salman’s cum, and I was experiencing, for the first time, how a sloppy second felt like!

Despite the fact that there was next to no pressure on my cock as her vagina had already been stretched and loosened by Salman’s tool, the experience of feeling another man’s cum inside my wife’s womb, and the whole pressure-laden background leading to the situation, were such that just after three strokes I felt like emptying my sacs inside her.

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I stopped after the third stroke as Rozi looked at me, almost expressionless but with a slight question mark in her eyes. Despite my immense desire, I pulled out, climbed off her and, looking towards Tariq, told him:
“All yours” in such a matter of manner as if offering him the use of work station.

Tariq, undoubtedly puzzled by my behavior, was however too full of lust to think much about these matters. As soon as I got off my wife, he was settling himself down on top of her, rather awkwardly as it was, clearly showing that it was about to be the first fuck of his life.

I watched, transfixed again, the very size of his cock breathtaking despite his obvious inexperience, as Rozi once again opened herself wide and, sensing the boy’s lack of experience, took hold of his long rod and guided it towards her pussy hole.

Once she had the tip of his penis touching her wet pussy, she nodded at her and he pushed, tentatively at first. This time I had a sideways view as his long tool started disappearing inside my wife. Once he was fully inside, he stayed put for a few seconds, no doubt savoring the feel of a woman’s pussy for the first time. Rozi let him take his time. Then, he pulled out, still tentative, and pushed back in again, with a little more force. With a shorter interval, he repeated the action, growing in confidence with each stroke. With the 5th or 6th stroke, he pushed in hard, with force, and Rozi let out a sudden, loud groan. It reminded me of the sound she had made the first time I had entered her, still a virgin. Tariq stopped with a start, looking worried.
”Did I hurt you?” he asked her. She shook her head and said,
“No…, just keep doing it” and closed her eyes.

Despite her denial, I could see that she had felt a bit of pain, but I also realized something else: she WANTED to experience this pain as it came coupled with a new, almost forgotten pleasure….., Tariq, with his enormous tool, had touched her deep…., so deep that she had never experienced this with my own moderately sized tool, or even Salman’s average length.

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Tariq, though looking a little uncertain, re-started the fucking but with less force. However, as he got into rhythm again, he - unconsciously, increased his pace again and by the time she had wrapped her legs around his ass and her arms around his back and was pressing him towards her, he was really pounding into her, making her groan and moan with each stroke.

Expecting him to last a long time – this being his first fuck and all, was of course too much. He came a few minutes later, his lips meeting Rozi’s and his tongue inside her mouth, his body tensing as Rozi grabbed hold of his hips and pushed him all the way inside. He came hard…, harder even then Salman; shuddering and shivering as his body felt the spasms of pleasure hitting him all over, collapsing in Rozi’s arms like a dead man once the last drop was out.

Rozi let him take his time, patting the hair on the back of his head gently as he lied on top of her. Finally, he got off and lied down on her left side, Salman already lying to her right, watching the whole show with a laid-back, satisfied smile on his face: two satisfied, naked young men, lying on either side of my equally naked wife, having just fucked her to their heart’s desire…., what a scene!

I wanted nothing more than to fuck Rozi now and experience, once again, the feeling of another man’s sperm inside her womb. But as I got on the bed once more, Rozi, understanding what I was about to do, told me to stop.
”We’ll do it once the boys leave” she said, decisively, ignoring the pleading in my eyes.
“It is late enough as it is” she said, firmly.
At that point, the boys finally got up, Tariq a little reluctantly but Salman hurrying up a bit, saying that his mother would have called on his cell by now (his cell phone was still in the guest room with his clothes). Tariq had no such concerns as his folks were away and being the only child, he had the house pretty much to himself.

Rozi got up, patted both the boys on their rumps and told them to get moving, and asked me to fetch her a nightgown or something. I got hold of two bathing robes, one for each of us. Once the boys had put their clothes on and had given a good bye kiss to Rozi on each of her cheeks, it was all over for the night except for my still hard cock, pulsating with desire.

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Soon as we moved back to our bedroom, we took off our bathing gowns and hit the mattress. None of us said a word as I climbed on top of her, inserting my cock, aching with desire, inside her pussy, still wet but nothing like it was when I had entered immediately after Salman had emptied his load. I didn’t mind though. The need was too great, too urgent. There was no attempt at foreplay or prolonging the sex – she’d already been fucked twice anyway…., I came hard after roughly a dozen strokes or so, in gushes, her vagina filling up with a load of sperm for the third time that night, all from a different cock.


Once the panting had seized and my heartbeat had returned to normal, lying on her side, I asked her why she didn’t let me fuck her in front of Salman and Tariq. Turning towards me, she said,
“You might have felt guilty afterwards, once the sex was over, and you had satisfied your own desire….., for all I know, this is the way you may actually be feeling now.”
I considered her point and, in all honesty, told her that I didn’t feel that way.
“So what kind of a husband actually feels good about watching his wife get fucked by other men?” she asked. Though the question was critical, to my relied, there was more genuine curiosity in her voice than anger.

There was no need to hide anything any longer, for better or worse. I told her everything: my fantasies about watching her expose herself in front of other men, even watching her have sex with them….., etc.
She listened silently. But I could tell she was still puzzled and making a sincere effort to understand.
“At first” she said, “I thought it might be your way of opening me up to the idea of you having sex with other women in future, but somehow, I don’t even think that’s the case…, though if it is” she warned, hurriedly, “be under no illusion that I would ever allow you to bring two of your female students in the house and have sex with them here.”

I assured her that this was far from the case, “Even” I remarked, lightly, “if I were to find two female students who would be willing to have sex with a middle-aged professor.”
“Well” she said, turning to the other side, “if two young men can find the idea of having sex with a professor’s middle-aged wife so exciting, you can always get lucky.”
I laughed, kissed her lightly on the head, whispered “I love you” in her ear, and placing my hand over her naked ass, shut my eyes to go to sleep…., while part of my mind thought about the next day: it was going to be a Sunday and since our son was still at her aunt’s, we had the house to ourselves…., it seemed almost certain the boys were going to visit us again tomorrow. I could already feel my cock stirring at the thought!

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(Alright guys: this completes, as far as I am concerned, the story or at least the first part of it. I could continue with it but personally, I would rather leave it to the readers’ imagination to continue with what the two boys would do to the professor’s wife, come the next day.

Once the seduction’s over, the story loses its charm for me, but I could write a second part if you want me to. Otherwise, I was thinking of starting my other story, “When my friend came to stay” on this forum, like my loyal reader, Chandrub suggested. Tell me what guys think – Mir)

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Mir Nasir

Ok Chandrub: I'll go with your wish at the moment. In fact I'll do better and complete "When my friend came to stay" on exbii. As for this particular story, I'll write a part-II some day.

Guys: I just can't thank you enough for all the appreciation and praise. Its great to know you liked this story. I plan to continue with a part-II for this one some day. Meanwhile, I enjoy one of my earlier works "When my friend came to stay" now being posted on this forum. After this I intend to write a story on brother-sister incest. The plot has been working out in my mind for weeks and I can't wait to get down to writing it.

Thanks once again

fluffmaster
absolutely authentic intellect....this one was a piece of art...Nasir sb u r the undisputed master of literary erotica,,,,for once I have lost all inhibition that I had,it feels nourishing and rewarding to be living in this age ,this time u have a massive following and I dare u to take me as ur most loyal lieutenant....will follow u always, anywhere