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

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Guys: Believe me I'm having as much fun writing this story as you're having reading it. But as you can guess, I'm really pressed for time these days. Thanks a lot for sticking with me and supporting this story despite my irregular updates and all too frequent delays - Mir

As she started moving towards the door-way leading out of the guest room, the two naked young boys following her like pied-piper’s rats, their cocks sticking out before them, I had an inspiration.
“Wait.” The three of them stopped in their track, and Rozi looked at me with a kind of `now what’ look on her face. “Why don’t you lead them to the bedroom holding their cocks in your hands….., y’know, the way you sometimes…” I left it unfinished because the look on her face was turning incredulous; it was now the `what kind of a husband you are?’ look. However, she knew what I meant. Sometimes, in our bedroom, we liked to play around where Rozi would grab hold of my cock and walk around in front, leading me like a beast, my cock held firmly in her grasp. I always loved the feeling (perhaps it appealed to my latent masochism).

Without saying a word, she took a step back as in reverse, and asked both the boys to stand by either side of her, then she calmly took one cock in each of her hands (Tariq on the right, Salman on her left), and started walking towards the bed-room, the two young studs (looking almost dazed with lust) obediently following her, watching as her full round buttocks (visible under the thin sheath of the teddy) moved in unison, the curves actually touching each other as she walked, her ass-crack barely covered by the string of the thong, her flip-flops making almost no sound on the floor: `like two beasts being taken by the female for mating’ I thought to myself.

Once in the bedroom, she drew out the sliding stool that comes with her dressing table – one that she had used countless number of times for doing her make up in front of the mirror, and calmly settled her ample ass on the comfortable foam covered cushion. No words needed to be spoken now; it was pure instinct that was working in that room. In fact, any kind of rational thought on the part of those present might have ended the bizarre scene which was taking place; it was one of those moments when human beings let themselves be led by their basic instincts instead of mind. We all knew that a certain barrier was about to be crossed……, we were going too far and a rational part of my mind (and I’m sure Rozi’s mind too) cried out to stop this madness, but I wasn’t listening to it.

Both the boys stood in front of her, either side again, as if the three of them had been doing something like this for years. She again took one cock in each hand, though the boys had, inadvertently, switched places, and now Salman’s cock was in her right hand and Tariq’s in her left. I watched, mesmerized, as my wife started first to fondle….., yes, now she was actually taking her time, enjoying herself….,