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

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Thanks once again for all the appreciation; this is what keeps a writer going.

To Chandrub: I have a confession to make - I'm basically lazy by nature, and the kind of person who gets bored of something very easily. For me the best part of sex is the gradual buildup, the tension, the seduction....., when a perfectly normal woman loses her inhibitions and gives way to the enticements of forbidden lust! That's what drives me.

Once a story is thru with that part, the rest I prefer to leave to the imagination of my readers. This is the way, in my opinion, short stories should be written, whether erotic or otherwise. In fact, one of my fans actually took the pain of completing "When my friend came to stay" on one of the forums , though he never bothered to give me any credit!

The next round started amidst tension so thick you could slice it with a knife. Rozi looked so determined to win it seemed as if she had finally unsettled even Salman, who was, perhaps, also distracted by her breasts. She did win the round, and the look of relief on her face was immense. The look on Tariq’s face, however, told a different story. The result meant that Salman went down to his briefs, but Tariq was to go “full monty” as the brits might say!

He looked around, a look of disbelief on his face, and laughed a little uneasily.
“Come on, you guys seriously don’t mean it” he asked, adjusting the glasses on his thin, yet attractive face.
“I didn’t ask that when I was supposed to remove my shirt” replied Rozi, icily.
I actually felt for the poor guy. He never claimed to be a champion unlike Rozi and Salman, and hadn’t won a single hand. When it finally dawned on him that no one in the room was kidding, he got up first, stood for a second, then realized what would happen if he took off his briefs like that, sat down again, pushed his chair forward against the dining table as much as he could so that his lower half of the body was under the table and totally hidden from our view, and in that position, hoisting his hips up a little, he managed to slide his briefs down his legs. When he left them lying on his feet, Salman (sitting next to him – Rozi and I were on the other side) tapped him on the shoulder and said,
”Up here….., where everyone can see them” and he pointed to the table.
Tariq, now totally hapless, bent down, picked his white briefs up in his right hand and was about to place them on the table, then, habitual good manners got the better of him and he placed them gently on the back of an empty chair beside him.

In this way, Tariq had become momentarily irrelevant to the scenario. The fight was now directly between the two “champs”.
The next round ended with Rozi losing her pants. Salman, though down to his briefs, had regained his composure. Nobody said a word once the round ended. Rozi simply got up, her face expressionless, pushed her chair back, opened the front button of her trousers, slid down the zipper and rolled down her pants as easily as if she was doing it in the privacy of her bedroom. Tariq and Salman watched intently, unashamedly, at her plump, shapely, smoothly waxed legs, and whatever little was visible of her round, full ass, though they were only getting a side view at best.