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

[sarit11]

“I think that’s enough.” Rozi replied, rubbing her fingers together and looking at Salman as she did. The reason was clear enough: Salman’s cock had responded to her attention and started oozing pre-cum, some of which she now had on her fingers.

“What do you mean, that’s enough?” Salman said, “we have just started.”
“In case you’ve forgotten” Rozi replied, still holding Tariq’s pole with her left hand, “the idea was to measure and compare you and Tariq in size, not to give you two a hand-job. Now to finish this silly business I think all we need to do is use a measuring tape and be done with it so that you two could put on your clothes and go home.”
“Ahhm” I cleared my throat, and said, “I think Dear its already quiet clear as to who has the bigger member.”

Roze took another look at the two hard cocks in front of her (one still in her hand actually), then looked at me and said,
“Ok. So…., its over, right?”
Even `that’, dear readers, could have been the last chance for me to retrieve control of the situation and asked the two young men to put on their clothes. But then, that was precisely what I ‘did not’ want! But how was I to say that?
Salman, bless him, saved me.
“Alright. I agree, he has the bigger cock” he said, “but I can last longer when it comes to…, to `coming’, shall I say…”
“Oh forget it” Rozi threw back her head in an exasperated gesture, “Don’t tell me you’re suggesting a competition now to see who comes first!”
“Why not?” Salman said, “Come on, we’ve gone this far so …..”

“Which is precisely the reason we must stop.” She interrupted. “We have gone to far, as it is.”
“Sir” Salman turned to me now (part of me actually winced at the idea of being further involved and having to suffer Rozi’s wratch later) “You decide…, and for a moment, put your considerations as a husband aside” well, he needn’t have worried about `that’ part at least, “She loses the game and is supposed to strip, but only does so `technically’, which means she strips without revealing anything, taking help from some books and her husband” he continues, “whereas I, the winner, actually end up taking off all my clothes. Now, when all I want is a fitting finale to this evening, she wants to back out. Is it fair?”
`Wow, the nerve…!’ I thought, even as Rozi turned towards me and everyone waited for me to say something.

“Well….” I didn’t know what to say, or, how to say it.
“Well what?” Rozi demanded, “You want me to give these boys a handjob?”
“No…, no, obvious not” I said quickly, “but I can’t deny that Salman’s got a point there.”
Rozi looked at me incredulously.
“He’s got a point?” she said, and I really winced at her tone…., I could tell where this was all going to lead later on. “He’s got a point?” she repeated, and I winced again. Then she shook her head as if saying `nothing will surprise me anymore’, turned towards Salman and Tariq, and said, “Ok boys, you get your hand-job competition, thanks to the unfailing generosity and hospitality of my husband and your teacher.” The sarcasm was killing!
“But” she cautioned, “Do not come to this house again, thinking that you’re going to be given the same treatment…, ever!” she finished with emphasis.

She then turned, started walking, and said,
“You two can now follow me to our bedroom…..” At this, all three of us looked at each other and I almost missed a beat.
“Not…” she paused and looked back, “for what you may have in mind” she proceeded with a slight, ironic smile, “but for exactly what you bargained for.” Still seeing quizzical expressions on our faces, she said, “You don’t think I’m going to give you guys a hand-job over our new guest room carpet, do you?”
Phew…, ever the careful housewife…., even when half-naked herself and about to jack off two completely nude young men, she was mindful of her responsibilities! When it comes to style, nobody beats my darling.