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

[sarit11]

Don't worry Chandrub: I'm not going to leave it in the middle like this.

Once we were back in our bedroom I rushed to the toilet to relieve the pressure on my bladder. When I came out of the toilet I saw that Rozi had taken out the collection of her nightwear and spread them out on the bed.
“So which one do you think I should wear?” she asked, so casually as if asking what she should wear while going out somewhere.
Cautiously, I picked out a blue, lacy kind of thing, pretty but not quiet revealing.
“Are you sure that’s the sexiest one I have?” she asked, looking at me intently, “after all, your student is relying on your integrity.” I could feel the resentment clearly, but hell, I was also getting angry at this stage…., why did she keep blaming me; she got herself into this fix? So this time I threw caution to the wind and picked a thin, transparent teddy, steel-grey in color;

something that didn’t leave a lot to imagination. She gave a little laugh (there was no humor in it though) as she saw what I had picked and said,
“I knew you’d go for this.” Then she gave me one of her old panties, pink in color, for Tariq, and told me to go join the boys. Just as I was leaving she called me again and asked:
“What’s it going to be….., panties or thong?”
I looked back and tried to guess whether she was testing me further – as to how “low” I could go towards exposing her in front of my students. I could not read anything into her expressionless face and replied, without hesitation, “Thong”. What the hell, I said to myself, once again angry at her anger.

Back in the guest room I saw that Salman was still in his briefs while Tariq had put on his own pair. But that was soon to be replace by Rozi’s panties – pink! I thought that was a deliberate affront.
Somewhat to my surprise, Tariq didn’t appear as pissed off with Salman as he should have been for landing him in that situation. They seemed to be sharing some secret, from the looks they exchanged when they saw the pair of panties I had brought with me. The fact is – I didn’t know it at the time, but both of them, from that point onwards, had it all planned out.
Salman made some half-hearted attempt at pulling his leg as Tariq took the panties from me and turned around to replace his cotton briefs with them. As he took off his briefs I couldn’t help noticing that he had a nice, slim ass, with almost no hair around his back…, almost like a girl’s.

He seemed to struggle with the panties a little as he tried to jack them on to fit his crotch but managed finally. As he turned around I was surprised to see that he had developed a semi-hard on, and he seemed embarrassed about it. At the time I thought it was the idea of wearing Rozi’s against his own cock that was making him hard. Salman kept passing remarks on his (Tariq’s) situation, saying he looked `oh so pretty’ and calling him names like `chikna’ etc but Tariq seemed to be paying no attention to him. Somehow the whole thing looked like a show, as if they were doing it for my benefit.

`Almost’ I thought, `as if they’ve done it before!’ And that was when the truth struck me…. Being somewhat of a cuckold doesn’t mean you’re dumb. Fact was: Tariq “liked” wearing women’s underwear, and Salman knew it! He didn’t think of that “punishment” for Tariq on the spur of the moment. That made me ask myself the next question: `are they bi?’ I had no way of knowing for sure, but then there was no time to concentrate on such questions as Rozi entered the room.