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

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“Well, nothing outrageous I can assure. The one we played at my friend’s house, we decided that the losers with all get their butts spanked by each other and then by the winner.”
“Oh, and there’s nothing outrageous about it at all!” Rozi replied, sarcastically. “Forget it.”
“No, no…., hold on” Salman raised his hands again, his muscular biceps almost shining in the overhead white light. “I didn’t say I was suggesting the same here. What I intended was something far more reasonable.”

`As if anything could be considered reasonable tonight’ I thought.
“As what?” asked my wife.
“Well, tell you what: if I win I’ll let you know the deal afterwards, and you can do the same; and we’ll leave it to Sir, here” pointing to me, “to decide if the `wish’ is reasonable enough to be carried out or not; in fact, he can even change or amend the order if thinks fit.”
Great! As if I didn’t have enough on my hands with a pissed-off wife, all but naked, sitting next, and an increasing urge to pee with a raging hard on at the same time. But even in that state, I knew why he was involving me: any suggestion endorsed or given by me would not be so far out of the way as to be totally unacceptable to my wife.

At the same time, I knew that he had now seen the hidden side of me; the side which would actually enjoy watching my wife being made to do a slow strip-tease; the side that he’d never seen in a classroom!
“I’m just raising the stakes slightly” he said, as if taking the word out of my mind, “and we all know who wants to back out when the stakes are raised….., the one who has a greater fear of losing.”
“Start the last round.” Rozi said, and started shuffling the cards.
“You mean….?” Salman said.
“Yeah, yeah. What ever! If you’re so keen on getting your butt slapped I can’t help you” she waived her hands, her posture on the verge of being arrogant, but I could sense the fear inside. It was in her eyes now.

That she continued despite her fear is something I find remarkable.
Well, for all her bravado, she lost the last round.
The silence in the room was deathly. I didn’t know which part of my anatomy was exerting a higher pressure now: my bladder wanting to empty its contents, or my balls asking me to let out the sperm thru my rock hard member?
‘Is my wife really going to expose those exquisite breasts of hers in front of my students…., just like that?’ I couldn’t believe it. Yet, hadn’t she already taken off the rest of her clothes? But so far she had more or less successfully hidden those parts which really make a woman nude; how would she manage now?