fter spending the afternoon with her good friend
Anjali, Zoya couldn't help envying her. The recent
sexual encounter that Anjali had had with a friend of
her husband's while she was under the impression that
it was her husband was very erotic.
Somehow this had a beneficial spin off for Zoya as well
and she became even more uninhibited. Their
relationship also improved drastically and they
actually discussed the subtle nuances of sexual
orgasms, what excited them in the other sex etc.
Perhaps taking advantage of this Salman decided to tell
her what had been on his mind for a while.
"Love, If you don't mind I would like to say
something," he said playing with her nipples. They were
lying in bed. Zoya was naked and Salman's body language
distinctly showed that he was aroused..
"Sure, go ahead," Zoya was forthcoming.
"Don't allow anyone who have sex with to discharge
inside you," he managed to say.
"Why, you are jealous?" she teased.
"No, I am not jealous. In fact I care for you. In these
uncertain times, it is not clear as to who is carrying
which disease. I have a suggestion. Segregate the
people who find sexually attractive into two groups:
one with whom you can go the whole way and one with
whom you should restrict yourself to oral sex and not
allow penetration in the pussy." Zoya nodded and kissed
him.
"You are such a darling who cares so much form me.
Sure, I will bear it in mind. Of course you will always
know but if ever you don't I shall certainly take
care," she assured him.
Salman had once worked with a guy named Dave who was
into photography. Their desks were next to each other
and they got to know each other quite well. Sometimes
they would walk to the bus together after work and have
long philosophical discussion about anything in the
world. This was told to Zoya by Salman himself. Though
she found it unusual for someone like Salman at 35 to
have much in common with a 50-year-old guy but they
simply had good communication.
One day, Shekhat ran into Dave near the elevator.
"Hey, Salman, you going to lunch?" He said.
"Yeah. I going to try to run over to Connaught Place to
buy some equipment."
"I didn't know you were into photography. Mind some
company?" He asked.
They walked briskly under the newly laid train tracks
to the camera store of all camera stores. Zoya and
Salman had decided to see if photography would be a fun
hobby and Salman was going to price some equipment.
Dave was a lifelong photographic hobbyist and at times
he did some professional work on the side, such as
weddings and portraits. He had done some product shots
for a learning project they had been working on last
year.
"So, what kind of equipment are you looking for,
Salman?" Dave asked.
"I dunno. I guess some lights and filters and stuff. I
already have a nice Canon camera and a bunch of lenses.
Zoya told me to spend some money on some good
equipment, kind of a birthday present for me."
Dave looked at Salman and said, "Do you want me to show
you what kind of stuff I would buy? Maybe I could help
you throw together some stuff. What kind of photography
are you interested in?"
"I was thinking of some portrait work, some shots of
Zoya and maybe some of the spontaneous stuff you see on
the streets..." Salman answered.
They got to the store and it was packed with great
equipment. Dave really knew what he was doing and
before long, they had a pile of stuff, including some
beginning darkroom equipment, lights and other stuff.
It took both of them to carry it out of the store and
back to the office.
"Zoya is going to blow her top when she sees how much I
spent. Now I need a way to get it home. I'll take half
of it home each night."
"No need. I have my car today. I'll drive you home
after work. You still live around Green Park?" Dave
said.
"Yup and thanks, I'd appreciate it. Don't you have to
go in the opposite direction?"
"No problem. Kiran is visiting our daughter who just
moved to Kolkata. I'm batching it tonight. That's why I
brought the car."
After work, they lugged the stuff down to the parking
garage and into Dave's car. Zoya already knew to expect
them and she was glad to hear that Salman bought some
equipment for their new hobby. She was however not so
very happy to hear about the money that Salman had
spent. She told him to invite Dave for dinner, she was
going to get some takeout Chinese for all of them.
Dave was glad to have something to do. He and his wife
had an empty nest situation going. Their only daughter
had married and moved to nearby Gurgaon. They were
settled into their hobbies, not much excitement but
they seemed happy. Dave perhaps got a kick out of some
of Salman's stories and milder escapades. He would
probably have a stroke if he knew about the other
escapades like the candour with which both of them had
visited the resort at St. Tropez. He was an open-minded
person, he and his wife were actually quite liberal
about life and lifestyles, as they had been English
teachers before they retired and moved to New Delhi.
When Salman and Dave got to the apartment, Zoya was
back with the food and they chowed down on it with
gusto. Salman and Zoya were now living in a 2-bedroom
apartment and it was roomy compared to the last one.
"You guys look like there is a lot of room for two
people, Zoya," Dave said.
"Yes, this is so we don't keep tripping on each other.
Besides, the second bathroom may serve as a darkroom.
Did Salman tell you that I have a minor in fine arts
and photography?" She said.
"No, he did not. How much experience have you had?"
"Very little. I was a lot shyer in those days and did
not try to assert my artistic potential. All people
tried to do was get me to pose for oil painting and
photography classes... but I was too shy in those days.
"
"Now thinks she controls the world," Salman said with a
touch of sarcasm.
Zoya gave him a dirty look.
"What I mean is that I was just a nineteen year old
girl and I thought people were trying to take advantage
of me," she said.
"How about now, Zoya," Salman said, "What if they asked
you now?"
"I think I would look at it differently. I'm older
now."
"Yeah, thirty. That's really old," Salman chided her.
Dave stepped into the family feud and said,
"You might consider posing Zoya. You are a very pretty
girl and you look like you have a nice slim figure... "
"Yeah, hon. We could use you for a subject and try out
this new equipment," Salman added. She gave him a
strange look.
"He's right Zoya. Not for racy pictures but as a chance
to try out lighting and other effects. If you like, I
can show you guys some basics of lighting as I do it.
Zoya, you may have other ideas since you studied it at
school..." Dave offered.
"Okay, that might be okay but I want to take pictures
too, not just stand there like a ninny. I'll let Salman
learn on me if I can take shots of him too. Deal?"
"Deal," Salman said, "What is your favorite kind of
photo, Dave?"
"You know, Salman, I was going to go to my camera club
meeting tonight until you invited me here. I have a
couple of my sample books in the car. Want to see
them?"
They politely said yes and he was back in a flash with
2 large photo albums. He handed them the first one.
Salman had expected some shots of his grandchildren or
a vacation but was surprised to see the wide variety of
photographs he had taken. There were different sections
in the albums, with pictures of beautiful flowers and
trees in full color and some black and whites of start
winter scenes. There were other sections dedicated to
weddings, baby pictures and other subjects. They were
beautiful.
"This is nice stuff, Dave. You are really a pro. What's
in the other book?" Salman asked.
"I wasn't sure if I should bring this one in. These are
a bit more "artistic" and I don't want to offend
Zoya..."
"Oh, come on. I'm pretty tough, you know. Now you have
me curious. Can we take a peek?" She said.
He handed them the book and was studying their
expressions as they turned the pages. These were also
very beautiful pictures, mainly figure studies of
nudes. Some were sexier than the others were but they
were all very well done. There was lots of detail in
the nudes; skin texture and color were handled
masterfully.
"These are beautiful, Dave," Salman said, "Who is this
one nude model that seems to be in a lot of the
pictures?"
"Can you keep a secret?" He asked and they nodded.
"That is my wife, Kiran, about 25 years ago. Don't tell
her I showed them to you, she would be furious."
"You sly dog you," Salman said with a grin.
"No. I think these are beautiful and very romantic,"
Zoya said. "It is a way to remember her when she was
younger..."
"And well-built," Salman added.
Dave was getting visibly embarrassed as his face was
reddening.
"I'm sorry Dave. I didn't mean to pull your leg,"
Salman said.
"No, its okay. It's just that it was so long ago and I
can't believe how fast time has gone. It seems that
Kiran was Zoya's age just yesterday," Dave responded.
He put down the albums and walked over to the pile of
equipment they had lugged in. They all started opening
the boxes and then brought out some of the equipment
from the closet, including some of the stuff Zoya used
in college.
"What we need is a good studio area," Dave said. "How
about this room. We could set up lights and bounce from
the nice white ceiling onto our lovely subject. "
"Thank you, sir," Zoya responded. It was obvious that
she liked Dave by the way she talked to him. "Well,
let's get cracking."
Before long they had set up lights in the living room
and pulled all the furniture from one side of the room
except for a kitchen stool. Dave motioned Zoya to the
stool.
"Now boys, there is one little detail. I was not
planning on doing a Playboy spread here, got it?" She
said.
"That is not the intention, Zoya, we like you just the
way you are. Are you comfortable with some close-ups of
your face?" Dave asked.
"Sure, why not. Should I change or something?" She
asked.
She was barefooted, wearing short denim shorts and a
short plain silk shirt that buttoned down the front,
untucked and no bra. Her cute belly button was fully
visible and with a bit of effort her nipples could also
be seen through the thin material. She was perhaps
interested in something more than just a passport
picture, Salman mused.
"You look great like that, babe," he said while Dave
was running around the room, adjusting spotlights and
looking at his light meter.
They began shooting film, since tons of it had been
bought that day. Salman spent lots of time through the
viewfinder peering at Zoya. She was young and pretty
and he wanted to capture the moment.
She sat with her legs crossed and uncrossed, they were
long and tan and he was getting turned on. When they
pulled the camera back to get some full body and three-
quarter shots; she unbuttoned her top button.
"Hey, it is getting very hot under these lights. " She
said.
Salman walked over and undid a few more buttons. She
just smiled at this gesture of her husband but did
nothing to stop him either. She just positioned herself
forward to show a little cleavage. Dave was snapping
away.
"Are we keeping you from anything, Dave. We appreciate
your help but we don't want to monopolize your
evening," Zoya said.
Dave looked up from the camera.
"Are you kidding? This is the most fun I've had in
years. I love taking pictures," he said. "...unless you
two want to be alone."
"We want you to be here with us, man. This is fun and
you seem like a guy who understands art," Salman said.
"In that case, Zoya if you don't mind, please lean
forward so your breasts sort of come down a bit... Uh,
is it okay if I pose you like this? You guys don't mind
do you?Pardon me, but as a photographer I feel that
whosoever has a pretty pair of breasts shold be
encouraged to show it; or else it is nature's bounty
that is wasted," he stammered.
Zoya answered by leaning forward with a very sexy smile
and unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. The inner surface
of both breasts was quite clearly seen.
"How's this, Dave?" She said.
He kept snapping shots and changing film.
"Dave, is it okay if I keep moving Zoya into different
positions and you shoot them?" Salman asked.
He agreed so Salman went over to Zoya and pulled back
her blouse fully, exposing both breasts to him. She
looked right at the camera.
"That's good, Zoya, now turn more to the right and lean
forward a little more. Try crossing your arms below
your breasts to accentuate them... there, perfect. "
Dave mumbled as he clicked the camera. Then he stopped
to change the roll of film.
"By the way, Dave, how are we going to get this film
developed with any privacy?"
"We bought the stuff to do it ourselves, remember?"
Dave countered as he clicked the camera shut with the
new roll of film.
Salman went back to Zoya and brought her shirt back
over her shoulders. He brought the shirt down lower
until it was off her completely. She was topless and
obviously excited since those nipples were erect. She
did not mind.
Dave did not mind and Salman certainly did not mind.
Zoya obviously was in two minds or perhaps three. She
was getting caught up in the whole scene.
"Zoya, please. Those shorts! You understand. This is
the age when you should be bold. Not when you are in
your fifties and sixties. "Dave's tone was clear that
he wanted her to get rid of her shorts. She looked at
her husband for any sign but Salman offered no advice.
She stood up from the stool and began her own strip
tease albeit a bit hesitantly, turning her back to the
camera and pulling off her shorts and she turned
around, facing the camera in her panties alone.
After a couple more clicks, Dave was back again
insisting on a few nude shots if she was not squeemish.
"I just hope you are not embarassed. Please don't be,"
Dave said.
Suitably encouraged, Zoya sat and took her panties off
her bare feet. Her pussy was well manicured. The pubic
hair was trimmed with a triangle covering the mound and
the silhoutte of the actual lips of the pussy clearly
visible.
She stood nude, her face red with excitement facing
Dave and Salman. It was a very sexy moment but Dave
never lost his professionalism.
"This is not embarrassing you, is it Zoya?" Dave asked.
"Not really, just a bit odd," she replied.
"This is a photographer's fantasy and in this setting,
nothing is out of bounds. I shall remain the faceless
eye of the camera. Continue with whatever you would
like to do. Also, feel free to kick me out whenever you
like," he said as he stopped to change his films again.
Zoya got away from the hot lights and walked over to
the fridge for a coke.
"Anyone want a cold one?" She asked, as she came back
into the room.
She was amazing, parading around fully nude in the
house wearing nothing except a light chain in the
ankles, a couple of bangles, necklace and some
intoxicating perfume. Their guest was standing there
and talking with her as if she were fully clothed.
Salman could see that she had some ice in a glass. It
reminded him of an incident when she had to take off
her clothes to entertain certain clients and his boss
was present all throughout.
"Hey, Zoya. I don't really know how to say this to you.
However do you know that if you rub the ice cube over
the nipples they stand out beautifully. All
photographers use this. Would you please?" Dave asked.
Zoya did not reply. She picked one and looked at Dave
as if asking him for further instructions.
"Just run them around the edges and they will stand
out. Looks like they are already out," he said as if he
were discussing her shoes or something.
It was true, they were quite excited looking already.
She was beautiful in the naked state. She walked up to
her husband and said, "You look like your tongue is
going to fall out. Do you have anything to say?"
Salman shook his head. Dave was ready again and he
asked her if she would be offended by anything.
"Come on, Dave. I am already nude. I can't take off
anything more. What do you have in mind?" Zoya asked.
"Just a few erotic poses. Nothing more. I repeat, if at
all you feel uncomfortable, I will leave right away,"
Dave said.
"OK. Tell me," she said.
"Look, Zoya. A girl can be nude but the lips of her
pussy can remain hidden if she does not open her legs
because nature has covered it beautifully with the
pubic hair. So, I would just like you to open the legs
slightly so that the eye of the camera can see the
lovely labia. Which only Salman has been seeing till
now," Dave said, winking at Salman.
With that, she kneeled on the floor in front of the
camera and spread out her knees and bent backwards,
exposing delicate pink labia and black pubic hair to
the camera. Dave remained passive and kept shooting.
As time passed, Salman could see that she was a natural
for anything exhibitionistic and modeling was for
indeed for her. He just watched her and got more turned
on.
"Now just a minute," Salman said after a few more
poses. "You didn't think you would get away Scot free
did you? Dave, you said that you were the unjudging eye
of the camera. Would you be offended if we got a bit
more romantic?"
Dave said no and began to reload again. Salman
undressed quickly to Zoya's consternation. This was
very weird and she was quite uncomfortable about seeing
her husband naked with his friend from work. Dave must
have read her mind because he said,
"Zoya, don't be shy or nervous. Just be you. I am only
an instrument and I will not be taking any of this film
with me tonight. Just do what you do and we will see
what develops. Pardon the pun..."
Both Zoya and Salman laughed at the shop worn pun but
it broke the tension. They were to consider Dave only
as an entity connected to the camera and not as another
human being in the room.
Salman lay back on the floor and asked Zoya to rub his
penis back to full awakening. She was feeling
uncomfortable but only a little bit. The excitement of
playing with Salman's cock replaced the discomfiture.
She then took his cock into her mouth and began a slow
sucking that started to drive him crazy. Dave's heavy
breathing could be heard but he was remaining
professional as two nude people were interacting in
front of him.
As things got hotter, Salman remained on his back and
on his prodding she mounted him. It was a very special
moment for her. She was totally nude and while a
stranger watched her she directed her husband's cock
into the luscious folds of her pussy all the while
maintaining eye contact with Dave who despite the bulge
in his pants remained a professional to the core and
kept on clicking. She could feel the firm grip in which
her vaginal lips held her husband and they made wild
love, seemingly oblivious to the older man with the
camera that was recording their lives. Her breasts
moved freely with the strokes but she just them. They
both finished in a splendid simultaneous orgasm and he
caught the whole thing on film.
When they caught our breath they noted that Dave had
put the camera down.
"That was beautiful and spontaneous," he said. "You
said you wanted romance, that was the essence of
romance and I got great close-ups of both your faces
during the moment of truth. These shots will need to be
touched up and processed in your new darkroom and I'll
be glad to show you how when you want me to... if you
want me to," he said.
"Dave, we really appreciate what you did. It was quite
a trick for you to get us relax without knowing that
you were trying to get us to relax. We need to
reciprocate in some way," Salman said.
Zoya took the cue and walked over to him, still nude,
and placed her hand on his crotch. She said, "Dave. I
know this turned you on as it turned us on to know you
were watching us. I see that you have quite a nice
erection and I also know that you are frustrated. Will
you let me give you some release?" She said as he
dumbly nodded.
She led him to where she and her husband had just made
love. The air was still thick with the musk of their
body fluids. She had him lie down and she unzipped his
fly and pulled down his pants and underwear just enough
to expose a respectable erection. She grasped and
admired it. It was slightly different from that of her
husband;a trifle thickr and longer. Before proceeding
any further she pulled Dave's head down to her breasts.
"Won't you like to do justice to these just like you
have done to our poses?" she asked.
It took Dave no time to take her nipples in his mouth
and suck them. Zoya moaned with pleasure. Slowly she
returned her attention to his cock and licked the
underside. Gradually she made her way to its head which
was now glistening with pre-cum. It was obvious that
Dave was very excited. Like an expert, she opened her
mouth and took just the head of his cock in her mouth
and sucked at it somewhat like an ice cone.
After a while she opened her mouth wider and took as
much of his cock in her mouth as came in. Her eyes met
that of her husband and an unsaid message was exchanged
that she would respect the agreement that we had
entered into. In order to enhance the pleasure for both
herself and Dave she arranged it such that they were in
a 69 position.
While his tongue was finding its way into the depths of
her pussy, her breasts and mouth were taking care of
his cock. Soon Dave reached an earth shattering climax
and discharged his load into Zoya's mouth. The sheer
force of its expulsion was such that some of it must
have managed to find its way to her stomach. She wiped
some over her own body that of her husband and that of
Dave and that was all.
While Zoya was on the job, Salman noted that there were
three shots left in the final roll of film so he
recorded the image of the naked Zoya giving their
friend a nice blow job. He got it all on film.
While Salman put on his jeans, Zoya just wiped herself
casually but remained naked as they eventually walked
Dave to the door. For Salman it was indeed a big put on
to see his wife seeing off someone at the door. Fully
nude. The lovely breasts, the erect nipples, the
gorgeous ass, the manicured pussy, the shapely legs and
the painted toes of her bare feet. All visible. And yet
so nonchalantly.
"I hope you had a nice time. I really had a lovely
one," Dave said.
"We too had a great evening," Zoya replied speaking for
both of them.
"One thing I will say. You have great body confidence.
Exploit it. And thank you, Salman. You are lucky to be
married to a sexy and lovely lady."
They warmly said goodbye and he left with a smile. But
before leaving he again planted a kiss on one of Zoya's
nipples and motioned Salman to kiss the other one.
Salman complied and it sent a searing sensation in
Zoya; to get her nipples kissed at the same time by
different persons. Dave disengaged himself from the
nipple and planted a quick kiss on the lips of her
pussy.
After his departure both Zoya and Salman had another
wild session of lovemaking and realized that they had
crossed another major boundary in their sensual,
exhibitionist and exploratory journey.
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