28-06-2020, 12:09 PM
For a moment every man in that room was stunned. First, that she actually had the guts to keep her word. Second, there is no way I can describe the eroticism of the scene unfolding before me: my wife, seated almost topless barring her black bra (my favorite) in our guest room, in front of my own students, within touching distance of them. Her full, rotund, milky breasts seemed to be forcing their way out of the twin cups holding them. She has a black mole towards the upper mound of her right breast, and that mole, which hitherto had only been seen by me, was now visible to both my students, who were gaping unashamedly at the semi-nude woman in front of them – their own teacher’s wife.
“If you’re thru staring, maybe we can start the next round” Rozi’s voice shook us out of our trance. Her voice had an icy cutting edge to it that showed how pissed off she was.
“Sorry” it was Tariq who murmured. Salman turned and looked at him as if asking `why the hell are you sorry?’
“Before we start” Rozi said, “aren’t you supposed to take off something as well?” she pointed at Tariq. She was absolutely right of course. We had all become so engrossed in watching Roze take off her shirt that we complete forgot Tariq. Of course, he had also lost the hand which only meant that he had to get rid of the beige cotton casuals he was wearing. So, seated around the table, we now had one fully dressed gentleman (that being me), one guy wearing his jeans but no shirt, another wearing nothing but his jockey briefs, and last – but by no means the least, an attractive 40 year old woman who happened to be the fully dressed gentleman’s wife, saved only by her bra from being topless!
“If you’re thru staring, maybe we can start the next round” Rozi’s voice shook us out of our trance. Her voice had an icy cutting edge to it that showed how pissed off she was.
“Sorry” it was Tariq who murmured. Salman turned and looked at him as if asking `why the hell are you sorry?’
“Before we start” Rozi said, “aren’t you supposed to take off something as well?” she pointed at Tariq. She was absolutely right of course. We had all become so engrossed in watching Roze take off her shirt that we complete forgot Tariq. Of course, he had also lost the hand which only meant that he had to get rid of the beige cotton casuals he was wearing. So, seated around the table, we now had one fully dressed gentleman (that being me), one guy wearing his jeans but no shirt, another wearing nothing but his jockey briefs, and last – but by no means the least, an attractive 40 year old woman who happened to be the fully dressed gentleman’s wife, saved only by her bra from being topless!