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

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But even in her fury she was smart enough. She did exactly what Tariq had done. Pushed her chair forward so that the two boys seated on the other end could not see her lower half, hoisted her hips up a little, and slid her panties off in a sitting position. Having taken them off, she turned towards me and said:

“Mind holding them for me honey, while I play the next round?”
The knife-sharp sarcasm in her voice was not missed by anyone in the room. I held out my hand and took the panties from her, a little red-faced, understanding her anger and feeling ashamed of my own weakness. I could have prevented her this indignity and she knew it….., everyone in that room knew it. They were, after all, my students. I could have just told Salman to stop the bullshit right then and there. But of course, there was a side of me which wanted it all to happen, and that side had firm control by that time.

One piece of undergarment was now saving the two participants from complete nudity, but for all that, the stakes were far higher for Rozi than for Salman. Everyone present in that room knew that if she lost this one, there was no way she could remove her bra and not expose her boobs – or so we thought, short of wriggling under the table and remaining there.

At that point, Salman raised stakes still higher.
“Hold on” he said, raising his hand.
“Why? Afraid of losing your knickers my boy?” Rozi replied. She seemed impatient, almost in a fatalistic mode, an edginess to her voice that I didn’t like – than only crept in when we had the worst of our fights, and there have been very few such occasions.
“There’s another convention in these strip games” Salman continued, ignoring the remark. “Whoever wins gets to have at least one wish that HAS to be carried out by the losers.”
Rozi looked at him with suspicious eyes. “You’re making this up” she said.
“No, why would I?” he said, “I have as much chance of losing at this stage as you do…., unless, of course, you feel that’s NOT the case and that’s the reason you want to chicken out.” He smiled.

“Don’t give that chicken out stuff” Rozi replied, haughtily, “the chicken-out-type would have been out of this room after she lost the second hand.” She was absolutely right there, but I guessed Salman was again cleverly using her grit against her.
“What kind of a wish are we talking about?” I asked, wanting to diffuse the tension.