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

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She had him there and he knew it!
“We can all put our clothes on again, I presume?” It was more of a rhetorical question on her part. “Mind putting my bra back on again, dear?” I obliged immediately, picking the bra up again, though not without some disappointment, I am ashamed to admit.
“Hold on. What about granting the winner’s wish?” Salman asked, not willing to give up yet.
“If this wish is about me sitting here naked holding this rather heavy book, you can think again.” She said, as she balanced the book with one hand and raised the other a little so that I could slip the bra-strap over her right shoulder.

“No, nothing like that.” Salman said.
Ok, I’m listening” she said, while I put the bra-strap over her left shoulder.
“My wish is” said Salman, pausing to give effect, “that you go to your bedroom once you have put on your clothes, then take them off again, and put on your sexiest nightwear. Then come back, go the kitchen, make us all some tea, serve it and drink it sitting here with us, in whatever you’re wearing.”

I could only marvel at his cheek. He was talking to my wife, in front of me, his teacher, as if he was addressing his girl-friend. (I also happened to think it was a very good idea!).

Rozi was putting her panties back on again, in that sitting position, the way she took them off. She listened to his “wish” calmly, got up, picked up her jeans, slid inside it, tied the front button and pulled up the zipper. As she reached for her shirt, she looked at me and said:
“Ok. You heard him?”
So once again, the responsibility of the whole thing was conveniently placed on me.
“Well…” I began, uncertainly, “Considering that its only a night dress….., and, umm… if I deny this request….., wish…., he will make another one…, and, well…, a bet’s a bet…, like you said.., but of course, if you don’t want to do it….”
“Ok dear. I’ll do it.” She said, apparently without emotion, but the disdain in her eyes was clear. Once again that made me feel resentful.

I wanted to shout and tell her, ‘listen: I DID NOT put you into this situation. You did!’ But of course I didn’t do anything of the kind.
“And may I remind you” she said to Salman, “I’m not the only `loser’ around here.” Literally, I suppose, she was pointing out that the “wish-concept” applied to Tariq as well, but the way she put stress on the word `loser’, I knew she was figuratively taking me in the loop, taunting me for my weakness to protect her from her own ill-conceived plans.
“Sure” said Salman, “I have something special planned for my pal here.” He said, patting Tariq’s bare shoulder. “He will put on a pair of `your’ panties” he said, pointing with his index finger at Rozi, “and will spend the rest of the evening like that.”
I thought Tariq would be furious at this, but the way he looked at Salman only showed embarrassment and a sense of being let down a little, as if a person whom you trust has just leaked out some secret concerning you.

“No way.” Replied Rozi. “I’m not going to ruin my lingerie by letting it be worn by a man.”
“You could lend him an old pair.” I blurted out, and realized how stupid that must have sounded.
“Thank you dear” Rozi turned to me with that icy stare, “so thoughtful of you.”
“Preferrably” Salman continued, “the ones you already have on…., in fact I insist on this one…., if, of course, Sir allows” he gestured towards me.
“Sir”, by that time was getting desperate to leave the room and take a leak and would have agreed to anything. So I mumbled something like “I don’t see any harm in it” and started to leave the room with my wife.
“And be sure you are honest when choosing your sexiest nightdress” Salman called out (I could have given that boy a medal for his sheer guts and cheek, “Of course, I have complete faith on Sir’s integrity and I’m certain he will make sure you do choose the sexiest one” he finished.
The sarcasm wasn’t lost on me!