Monday, 2 September 2013

YOUNG INDIAN WIFE

After 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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