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

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I felt like a person going on a particularly creepy roller-coaster ride: scared of what was about to come, but bent upon experiencing the thrill anyway. I knew that all of us were taking things too far now, but felt powerless to stop it. With baited breath I watched as first Tariq got up and reached for the elastic string of Rozi’s panties that he had on, then, characteristically, got red-faced and seemed unable to take them off.
“Aw, what the…” Salman remarked, seeing Tariq’s hesitation, got up and yanked down his own briefs in one motion. There he stood proudly, with his muscled body, the result of several hard workouts, his cock dangling in between his legs. I saw that it was a semi-hard-on he had at the moment, but only required little encouragement to bring it to full attention.

Encouraged, Tariq also slid down Rozi’s panties. The moment his cock was exposed, I thought it was big, but he was bent down and it was difficult to have an exact idea. When he finally stood straight, all naked except for the watch he was wearing, I knew we had a really well-hung young man in our house, with a full, raging hard-on. Unlike Salman, who seemed totally unconscious by his nudity, Tariq stood awkwardly, very much aware of the pole protruding from between his legs.

So, we now had two butt-naked young men in our house. `What next?’ I thought, still feeling that dream like state.

“Not fair again.” Salman said. We all looked at him, quizzically. “He has a hard-on while I don’t; how do I compete with him?”
Actually, to me, it seemed we pretty much had a winner in Tariq, hard-on or not. However, it was Rozi who replied, making her best effort to sound normal, but I could tell by the way her face was flushed, that she was fully affected by the sight of two young cocks.
“Why don’t you… umm…, make it hard?” she said.
“How?” Salman asked her. To me the whole conversation seemed farcical, considering that Salman was already more than half-way up to being hard, and, in fact, seemed to be getting there by the second.
“Well…., I don’t know” Rozi laughed a little, “maybe, touch it or something.”

“Oh no” replied Salman, “Its no fun when you do it yourself. Tell you what,” he said, as if he had just thought of a bright idea, “why don’t you hold it for a second or two.”
“Don’t be ridiculous” Rozi laughed, blushing.
“Why not?” Salman asked, doing a good job of sounding actually surprised.
“O come on…” Rozi tried to say, and then looked at me again; me – her husband, who was himself experiencing a smaller yet equally hard erection at the thought of his half-dressed wife standing barely five feet from two fully nude young men.
“Uh, well…., for a few seconds” I murmured, “only if you want to” I hastened to add.
Rozi took a deep breath and said, “Ok, lets get this childish business done with” and stepped towards Salman. “What a night!” I herd her say, almost to herself, as she reached between Salman’s legs.