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

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Once again, my apologies for a long gap: I know I'm really testing the patience of my dear readers here; but there was no power following the cyclone affected rains in Karachi for over 18 hours. Will try and make more frequent contributions now - Mir

I watched in awe as my wife’s petite hand stretched out and touched Salman’s semi-hard cock, a little tentatively, just putting three of her fingers along the side of the shaft, feeling the smoothness. She became bolder after the first nervous touch and held the tool in her hand, encircling it between her fingers and thumb, very gently, not touching the bulb yet. The effect was almost instantaneous: Salman’s proud member came to life fully as soon as she had got in her soft palm.
“Well, is that enough?” she asked him, laughing a little, trying to sound unconcerned. But by then, I don’t thing she was fooling anyone…., hell, by then, I don’t think anyone was fooling anyone in that room. The moment my wife held Salman’s cock in her hand, it was the point of no return; of throwing all your inhibitions away.

“You’ve got to rub it a little, y’know” Salman said, thoroughly enjoying the sensation, “what…., you mean to tell me you’ve never given Sir a hand job?” he asked her.
“Of course I have” Rozi sounded almost offended at the idea, and holding his cock firmly in her hand, starting moving her hand over the shaft, giving him some lovely strokes, though she was still going slow.
A few strokes had made it clear that his organ had achieved maximum fullness, yet she continued to stroke. My mouth felt as dry as if I’d run miles, as I watched, awestruck, my wife literally giving a hand job to my student, right in front of me.

“Hey…., why is he having all the fun?” it was Tariq who cried, and quiet justifiably, I thought. Rozi laughed and told him to step closer to her. He eagerly took a couple of steps towards the right of my wife, bringing his outstretched pole of a cock within hand reach, she withdrew her right hand from Salman’s cock and used it to grab Tariq’s penis, while using her left hand to hold Salman’s cock; this being the natural position in which the three of them were standing.
None of the boys, of course, were even remotely biased about which hand she used to touch and hold their cocks (not to mention that Rozi happens to be ambidextrous anyway), and gave themselves over fully to her attentions.

She was now using both hands to hold, rub and stroke both cocks, and – I could tell, fully enjoying the control she had over both young boys standing naked before her, neither of them saying anything (even the boasting Salman had gone quiet), surrendering themselves totally; such is the power a woman holds over men!
She was increasing the speed as she moved her hand up and down, now bold enough to touch the bulb. Soon, however, she gave a short, startled cry and withdrew her hand from Salman’s cock, looking at it as if it had been burnt.
“What?” Salman asked, a little red-faced, seeming as if he already knew.