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

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“Yes, well” Rozi began (I noticed she was listening to the story with rapt attention) “I thought this kind of thing was reserved for Hollywood teen movies only.”
“Reality does imitate fiction, you know” Tariq said, on a serious note. “Haven’t you heard of serial killers modeling themselves after fictional or movie serial killers?”
“Exactly” said Salman, glad to have support at last. “The story’s true. I’m still in touch with the guy in whose house it happened. In fact, just last Eid we met, we reminisced about that incident, and agreed that it was a wonder that those girls agreed in the first place, though they were wild things, both of them. But then, it was too much to expect them to go all the way…., in fact, no girl in her right mind would agree to a dare like that, given that boys are naturally better than girls at card games anyway.”

At this, I immediately looked towards Rozi. While I’ve always had zero interest in cards, my wife regards herself as something of an amateur wizard. Being a strong-headed woman and something of a feminist, I knew she would take this comment as little less than insulting. And I was absolutely right.
“Careful young man” she said, pointing at Salman with her petite finger, “you don’t know what you’re saying. I bet I could beat you with my eyes closed in any card game you’d like to play.”
“Whoa!” Salman responded a little exaggeratedly, though he was a bit surprised. “You really mean that? I wish I had a pack of cards with me to see how good you really are.”

“I do” said Rozi calmly, and getting up from her seat left the room. I knew she had a pack of cards (more than one pack in fact) and used to practice or play by herself at times, silently ruing the fact that I had no interest. She tried to teach me a few times but gave up after a while, saying that my heart wasn’t in it (which was the truth), but she still loved me for trying only to please her.
She was back quickly, holding a pack in her hands. She sat down, took the cards out from the carton, and placing them firmly on the table between us, looked at Salman and said, “Ready, wise guy?” (I also thought that expression was a little theatrical, but believe me, it looked so sexy on her!).

Salman, a cool customer himself, was far from intimidated. Still smiling, he raised his eyebrows quizzically and said,
“On the same terms?”
My heart jumped to my throat for a moment as I realized what he meant. But I thought to myself, ‘not in your lifetime mate…, she would NEVER agree’!
“What do you mean?” said Rozi (though I think she already understood).
“I mean, are we going to play on the same terms: losers take off one piece of clothing at the end of every hand”?
Ok. That was a critical moment. The way he said it, Rozi could have laughed it off as a joke; or, she could have taken it seriously and shown her displeasure over what was, essentially, a remarkably indecent proposal.