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

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I could see it on her face: the flushed cheeks, eyes slightly drunk with lust, the way she always looked when aroused while making love with me. So, yes, she actually fondled the two hard cocks in her hands, running her hands lovingly over Tariq’s long pole and feeling Salman’s shorter but thicker hardness, even pausing to touch their balls. Then very slowly, she started stroking, building up the pace gradually…., this was better than any porn movie I had ever seen or will ever see! My own cock was trying to burst thru my pants and I could clearly feel a wet patch inside my underwear.


“Can’t you take off the top at least…?” Salman pleaded, his voice coming in little gasps as he gave himself over to the pleasure his cock was receiving. “She’s wearing a bra anyway….” This time he was talking to me, not yet letting me give up my role as a referee.
“Dear” Rozi called out to me before I could say anything, “would you please help me out. I am, as you can see, a little preoccupied here.”

I knew what this statement on her part was intended to convey to me: the idea whether I would accede to the demands of exposing my wife further in front of my students, was a foregone conclusion now, and there was no need to actually ASK me if I would let that happen!
Taking the insult in my stride (perhaps, actually enjoying it!), I moved towards had back and taking the thin straps of the teddy, pushed them down over her smooth, ivory like shoulders, down to her waist, but for the black bra she was wearing, exposing her from the top. For the second time that night, her ample cleavage was exposed, her mounds of delicate flesh struggling to work their way out of the tight black cups holding them.

She had increased the pace of her strokes now and I could sense the rising excitement of the two boys as their breathing quickened and sweat started running down their brows despite the ceiling fan running overhead.
“Show us your breasts….., please” Salman panted.
“Yes….,” it was Tariq who joined in now, “Please…., just once…., you’re so beautiful.” Raw animal lust was now taking over the two boys and had it been not for a strong behavioral shaping since childhood that conditioned them against such behavior, the two of them would have forcefully snatched off her bra themselves.

The time for words was over now. Still standing behind Rozi’s back, I took hold of the clasp that held her bra in place, and unhooked the clasp in one, silent motion. As the tiny garment lost its hold on her flesh, I moved my hands up towards her shoulders again, holding the thin straps of the bra, intending to move them down her shoulders. As if acting a well-rehearsed scene, she simply let go of the boys’ cocks for a moment, letting her arms drop by her side, facilitating my work. With a thudding heart and trembling hands, I moved the bra straps down her arms, rid her of the undergarment and threw it on the bed nearby, fully exposing my wife’s proud beasts to my students, this time with no world atlas to shield her from their young, lusty eyes.