28-06-2020, 12:45 PM
While she had put on the teddy and the thong as promised, but she’d taken one precaution to cover herself somewhat. She had worn it with a bra, the same one she’d been wearing earlier. That meant she was able to hide her breasts, otherwise she would have been exposed right down to the nipples in that transparent thing. She came and stood calmly in front of the boys, actually giving them time – I noticed, to look at her from head to toe. Hands on hips, she even had a hint of smile on her lips. Another truth struck me then (it was night of revelations alight); as angry as she was at losing the game and being made to strip and all; there was a part of her which was enjoying this.
The latent exhibitionist inside her, given the opportunity to come out of the closet, was now taking over and making her take pleasure in seducing two young men like that. She was feeling the power that she had over us as a woman. Part of her may also have been taking revenge from me, for acting the weakling and not saving her grace. It was like she was saying, `so, you gutless excuse for a husband, now watch your own students check out your wife’s body in your presence!’ May be it was all of that, and may be both of us were experiencing conflicting emotions that night, discovering our hidden selves.
“Hmmm, not bad” Salman commented, trying to sound indifferent but I could see the shine in his eyes as he scanned her thoroughly, “not bad at all. But honestly, do you always wear this with a bra?”
“No I don’t; and don’t push your luck about it” Roze replied calmly, and then told Tariq to get up and come to the kitchen with her to make tea; making it clear that being joint losers, they had to share the consequences together. She hardly seemed to have noticed him till then, or the fact that he was wearing her pink panties (by crossing his legs he had managed to hide his hardening cock so far from her). As she turned to leave for the kitchen, Tariq following her at a distance, she presented her full, round ass, practically naked in that transparent dress, to our view. I could tell that both the boys were stunned. From the front it must have appeared to them as if she was wearing regular panties. That thong caught them off-guard. Tariq’s eyes seemed to bulge behind his specs and even Salman’s mouth remain open for the few seconds she took to disappear from our view.
Once only Salman and I were left sitting in the guest room, I found that normal conversation was almost impossible under the circumstances. Its very difficult to retain that friendly, student-teacher relationship when the teacher’s wife has just been stripped almost-naked by the student concerned! So, making some excuse, I went to the kitchen. Another strange sight welcomed me there (was it my house that night or Alice’s Wonderland?): Tariq, by then, had developed a full-fledged erection, his cock trying to burst out of Rozi’s panties, and my wife was standing, not two feet in front of his cock, looking at it, shaking her head as she does when our son has spilled some juice on the carpet, and saying something to Tariq.
As I entered she looked at me and said, “Well, seems like your student here gets excited wearing girly panties.” There was nothing offensive in her tone. It was like she had just caught a kid in the middle of a harmless prank. And Tariq was actually telling her about his obsession as the two of them made tea. It was the typical story: he was around eleven years old and once, alone in the house, tried on a pair of his mother’s panties, and it seemed to give him an erection…., so on and so forth. Rozi seemed to be listening like a psychologist and made comments meant to indicate that she entirely understood his obsession, and did not find it offensive at all. I also remarked that a lot of boys developed that kind of thing early on in childhood, and, it appeared that the three of us were having a normal conversation. Listening to us, no one could have guessed that inside the kitchen there was a semi-nude woman, the semi-nude woman’s husband, and a young man wearing the semi-nude woman’s panties, with a raging hard-on!
Once the tea was ready, Rozi set up the china on a tray and said, with mock exasperation, “Ok, lets serve tea to His Highness! (meaning Salman).”
The latent exhibitionist inside her, given the opportunity to come out of the closet, was now taking over and making her take pleasure in seducing two young men like that. She was feeling the power that she had over us as a woman. Part of her may also have been taking revenge from me, for acting the weakling and not saving her grace. It was like she was saying, `so, you gutless excuse for a husband, now watch your own students check out your wife’s body in your presence!’ May be it was all of that, and may be both of us were experiencing conflicting emotions that night, discovering our hidden selves.
“Hmmm, not bad” Salman commented, trying to sound indifferent but I could see the shine in his eyes as he scanned her thoroughly, “not bad at all. But honestly, do you always wear this with a bra?”
“No I don’t; and don’t push your luck about it” Roze replied calmly, and then told Tariq to get up and come to the kitchen with her to make tea; making it clear that being joint losers, they had to share the consequences together. She hardly seemed to have noticed him till then, or the fact that he was wearing her pink panties (by crossing his legs he had managed to hide his hardening cock so far from her). As she turned to leave for the kitchen, Tariq following her at a distance, she presented her full, round ass, practically naked in that transparent dress, to our view. I could tell that both the boys were stunned. From the front it must have appeared to them as if she was wearing regular panties. That thong caught them off-guard. Tariq’s eyes seemed to bulge behind his specs and even Salman’s mouth remain open for the few seconds she took to disappear from our view.
Once only Salman and I were left sitting in the guest room, I found that normal conversation was almost impossible under the circumstances. Its very difficult to retain that friendly, student-teacher relationship when the teacher’s wife has just been stripped almost-naked by the student concerned! So, making some excuse, I went to the kitchen. Another strange sight welcomed me there (was it my house that night or Alice’s Wonderland?): Tariq, by then, had developed a full-fledged erection, his cock trying to burst out of Rozi’s panties, and my wife was standing, not two feet in front of his cock, looking at it, shaking her head as she does when our son has spilled some juice on the carpet, and saying something to Tariq.
As I entered she looked at me and said, “Well, seems like your student here gets excited wearing girly panties.” There was nothing offensive in her tone. It was like she had just caught a kid in the middle of a harmless prank. And Tariq was actually telling her about his obsession as the two of them made tea. It was the typical story: he was around eleven years old and once, alone in the house, tried on a pair of his mother’s panties, and it seemed to give him an erection…., so on and so forth. Rozi seemed to be listening like a psychologist and made comments meant to indicate that she entirely understood his obsession, and did not find it offensive at all. I also remarked that a lot of boys developed that kind of thing early on in childhood, and, it appeared that the three of us were having a normal conversation. Listening to us, no one could have guessed that inside the kitchen there was a semi-nude woman, the semi-nude woman’s husband, and a young man wearing the semi-nude woman’s panties, with a raging hard-on!
Once the tea was ready, Rozi set up the china on a tray and said, with mock exasperation, “Ok, lets serve tea to His Highness! (meaning Salman).”
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