“Why are the faces of the wives in these family pictures looking tired?” I asked the photographer. “You will know,” the photographer said and winked at me. Ever since me and my entered the Photostudio with my elder son who is 5 and my younger son who is 3, to take a family picture for my younger son’s birthday, the photographer has been drooling all over my young wife’s body in her saree. In the name of helping her pose, he went touchy touchy all over my wife and was having fun. Since my wife’s concentration was all about my younger son who was constantly trying to move all over and touch anything he had his eyes on, she could not concentrate on the photographer and the pervert photographer began taking full advantage of my wife. In the name of helping my wife control my younger son, he began touching my wife’s waist, shoulders, ass cheeks over her saree, and he even touched my wife’s left boobs over her blouse. At one point my younger son pushed the lights down. As my wife caught my younger son and yelled at him, he started crying, and my wife, before consoling my younger son, “I am sorry,” she said looking at the photographer. “It's okay, madam, I have a spare, you hold the baby first,” he said and placed his hands on my wife’s shoulders and turned her towards my younger son. As my wife bent down to console my crying younger son, the photographer in the name of picking up the fallen light stand, started brushing my wife’s ass cheeks with his right shoulder and biceps. As my wife picked my crying younger son up, “Go madam, take him for a walk in the corridor and console him, meanwhile I will fix the lights,” he whispered at my wife, gently placing his left hand over my wife’s waist. My wife nodded and took my younger son to the corridor. As my wife went out of the studio to the corridor, my elder son quickly followed her to the corridor.
As I was standing alone in the Photo Studio, “What’s her name sir?” he asked. “My wife’s name is Bindu,” I said. “She looks young, how old is she?” he asked casually. “26,” I said. “She is very beautiful, where did you find her? She is definitely not from this city,” he said. “Yeah, she is from my native village in Tamil Nadu, a relative of mine,” I said. “Would you be interested in sending your wife for modeling?” he asked casually. “No, she is happy being a housewife, besides she is busy taking care of our two sons. I work in Canada and she is the only person taking care of our sons, so no time for modeling and all,” I said. “Oh she is a housewife?” he asked. “Yeah,” I answered. “As a photographer, I see a lot of beauty in her sir. She has a beautiful face, beautiful eyes, very proportionate nose, and she is gifted with tasty lips,” the way the photographer was talking about my wife’s, was kind of turning me on and shamelessly I was getting a boner inside my pants. “Sir, why are you quiet? You don’t like me talking about your wife’s beauty?” he asked. “Hey no, please go ahead,” I said. “Your wife is gifted with tasty lips. I noticed she has some nice and pearly white teeth. Not to mention her clean pink tongue. You must have been enjoying tasting her clean pink tongue while kissing her lips, didn’t you?” he said and winked at me. Without my knowledge I started shamelessly blushing, “you are lucky man sir,” he exclaimed. “Your wife is just perfect for a model. Just love the structure of your wife sir, so inviting,” he said looking right into my eyes, begging me to let him have my wife. Noticing me not getting upset, he started getting bolder, “it is a dream for a photographer like me to work with your wife sir. Your wife looks great without her saree, doesn’t she?” he said. “Excuse me?!” I exclaimed. “I mean she would look great in her blouse and petticoat, doesn’t she?” he asked. “Yeah,” I uttered. “I knew it, sir. Your wife is a goddess,” he said.
“You are a Gentleman, Sir, I respect you,” he said. “Why?” I asked. “Nothing sir, if any Indian would have been in your place he would have got angry at me for admiring his wife’s beauty, but you are definitely a true Gentleman sir, you understood my profession and let me talk to you so openly. That’s why I like NRI’s like you, Sir,” he said. For that I did not have an answer. “Sir, answer me this, on a scale of 1 to 10, how much would you rate your wife, in her blouse and petticoat?” he asked. “What?!” I exclaimed. “Definitely 10, I guess?” he said. “Well, I can’t rate, but she looks beautiful in her blouse and petticoat,” I said and smiled shamelessly, which he took it as a green signal to talk more openly about my wife. “Mmmmmm…. That means she looks hot in her blouse and petticoat,” she said and smiled at me in a naughty way. “You can say that,” I said looking away. “Sir, have you removed your wife’s blouse and petticoat, yourself?” he asked. “Excuse me?!” I exclaimed. “Or at least have you seen your wife removing her blouse and petticoat right in front of you?” he asked in a horny tone. “Obviously! I am her husband,” I said and shamelessly smiled at him as looked away. I was so horny letting the photographer talk like that about my wife and at the same time feeling guilty. “And how good does she look in her bra and panteis?” he whispered winked at me. Though I was horny, and was enjoying listening to him talking dirty about my wife, “hey!” I exclaimed. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how much would you rate your wife in her bra and panties, Sir?” he asked, getting bolder. Though I was horny, I did not answer him and encourage him, and turned away and started casually walking past him towards the corridor. “You don’t have to tell me, I will find out myself, Sir,” he said. “What?!” I exclaimed and turned around. “Just wait and watch,” he said and winked at me and went out towards the corridor.
As I was about to go out of the corridor, the photographer came inside holding my both sons’ arms in a polite way, and my wife was happily watching my sons happily getting inside along with the photographer. As he let my sons walk free, “Mohan, hold Arun, he will push the lights again,” my wife said. “It's okay, Bindu, they are kids, let the boys play around and get used to the surroundings, only then they will be in a good mood while taking pictures, or else, you know, they will cry while taking pictures, do you understand, Bindu?” the photographer said. “I understand,” my wife said and smiled at him. “Wait, how do you know my name?” she asked. “Your husband told me,” the photographer said and looked at me. As I walked towards them and handed his camera over to him, “your husband was telling me how much he loves you, Bindu,” he was telling my wife and my wife was looking at me and feeling proud of me. As I stood near them, “your husband thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispered with a smile. My wife smiled at him and looked at me, “guess what?” he whispered. “What?” she asked and looked at him, “he even said you are sexy,” he said and my wife started blushing. “Mohan…!!” she exclaimed and was blushing like a teenager. “You are, Bindu,” the photographer said. “My God, this is so embarrassing,” my wife was blushing. “Here Mohan, take your Sexy wife to the Photography Backdrop,” the photographer said casually, placing his hands over my wife’s shoulders and sending her towards me. My wife was blushing, “my God, look how she is blushing….!” the photographer exclaimed and my wife was still blushing. He came near us, “don’t blush Bindu, it is making you look more sexy,” he whispered and smiled at my wife. She smiled at him and came along with me towards the Photographer Backdrop. As the photographer said “Kids go fetch this balloon,” and threw a balloon at us, both our sons started coming towards us to fetch the balloon. “You never told me I look sexy, but you told the photographer” my wife whispered and blushed. “You are honey,” I whispered. “Stop it Mohan, I am a mother of two sons now,” my wife said blushing, putting her head down. “Mother of two boys, but you are still young and sexy. Even the photographer acknowledged,” I whispered and smiled at her. “Probably he was complimenting me to make the picture come good,” my wife whispered looking at the photographer, who was fixing the lights and looking at my wife. He started throwing a few more balloons near us so that my sons could play happily and come towards us, and all of a sudden he placed his camera on a tripod and started playing with our sons and my wife started enjoying the way he was playing and making our sons happy.
“He seems like a nice guy, Mohan,” my wife whispered while watching the photographer play with our sons. “Who? The photographer?” I asked. “That’s why he was complimenting me all this while,” my wife said. “That’s his profession, I guess, to get the people in a good mood for the photos,” I said. “Oh yeah, Mohan,” my wife acknowledged. “You guys ready?” the photographer asked, playing with my sons. “Yeah,” we both said. “Let's go to your daddy and mummy, guys,” he said and cheerfully took my sons towards us. My wife was watching him playfully take our sons towards us and started admiring the way he was handling our sons.
As he started making me stand and pose for the family picture, he started adjusting my wife’s posture. The photographer, in the name of adjusting my wife’s posture, he started feeling my wife up, and my wife started to feel uneasy and was not cooperating nicely with him. “Mohan, he is touching you everywhere,” she whispered into my wife’s ear. “Shhh… Bindu, it is his profession, he is doing all this in order to get the perfect picture, let's cooperate with him,” I whispered. “Mohan, did you see, he just touched my boobs over my blouse, and he even grabbed my waist, as if I am his girlfriend,” my wife whispered complaining. “Bindu, do you love me?” I whispered. “Yes, Mohan, Yes, why are you asking me now?” my uneasy wife asked. “He is the best photographer in the town, only he can take the best family picture of us. If you love me you have to cooperate with him, and let him do whatever he wants with you,” I whispered. “How Mohan? How can I?” my wife whispered into my ears. “When he is touching you, just close your eyes and think that I am touching you, okay?” I whispered. “Mohan, do you think this will work?” my wife whispered. “I am very much sure about it, Bindu,” I whispered. “Alright Mohan, let's see how it goes,” my wife agreed.
Meanwhile my sons started playing with the balloons, and the photographer looked at them and smiled at us, “alright, let the little ones play, meanwhile we will take pictures of you both,” the photographer said and came towards us. As my wife looked at me, “alright, Mohan, hold Bindu like this and close your eyes,” he said and readily wrapped his arms around my wife’s waist and hugged my wife. Initially my wife was taken aback and was just placing her hands around his shoulder and looked at me. “Bindu, now wrapped your arms around my neck,” the photographer said in a professional tone. My wife looked at me, as if seeking for my permission to hug him, and the moment I gave her the nod, she closed her eyes and started hugging the photographer with her arms around his neck. “Good,” the photographer said. “Are you comfortable, Bindu?” the photographer asked, hugging my wife by her waist. Biting her lips, she opened her eyes and looked at me, “she is comfortable,” I said to the photographer. “Good, now you come Mohan, hold Bindu, just like I was holding her, and Bindu, you hold Mohan, just like you were holding me, okay?” he said. I said okay and my wife nodded without even looking him into his eyes. I hugged my wife just like he was hugging my wife and posed for the picture and he complimented us and took our pictures.
It was time for his another picture, “Now, similar pose, come Bindu,” he said and readily hugged my wife’s waist and made her wrap her arms around his shoulders. This time my wife cooperated thinking that just hugging him back was the pose, and hugged him back. As the photographer was hugging my wife by her waist and my wife was closing her eyes and hugging him back with her arms around his shoulders, “here is the pose, Mohan, watch this,” he said and gently took his hands off her waist and placed his hands over my wife’s ass cheeks over her saree. “Mmmmm,” my wife gently moaned as she was taken aback and opened her eyes and looked at me. “Just place your hands like this Mohan. Don’t press like this okay?” he said and all of a sudden squeezed my wife’s ass cheeks and broke the hug and went to take the picture. My wife was confused and I quickly hugged my wife and placed my hands on her just like he said and posed for the camera and he took the picture. This time he showed us the picture on his camera and my wife looks pretty impressed with it as the picture looks so romantic in a good way. My wife looked at me and smiled, “do you like it, Bindu?” he asked. “Yes,” my wife said and smiled. As we went to the Photography Backdrop, “the picture has come really good, Bindu,” I whispered. “Yeah, Mohan,” my wife whispered. “It is all because of your cooperation, Bindu,” I whispered. She smiled at me, “Mohan, will he give these photos as soft copies? I want to share them with my friends and make them feel jealous,” my wife whispered and smiled. “Yeah, he will, Bindu, don’t worry,” I whispered.
It's time for another picture, “now similar pose, come Bindu,” he said and came towards my wife and hugged my wife with his arms around his waist and my wife readily wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight and closed her eyes. The moment he placed his hands over my wife’s ass cheeks over her saree, my wife started biting her lips and let him feel up her ass cheeks softly and was moving her ass in an uneasy way. Without even telling about the next pose, the photographer continued roaming his hands all over my wife’s asscheeks and feeling up my wife’s ass and my wife on the other hand was hugging him and biting her lips and letting him feel up her ass cheeks over her saree. “Mohan, come here,” the photographer said. As I went near them, “just hold Bindu, like this, and kiss her like this,” the photographer said and grabbed my wife’s ass cheeks over her saree and planted a kiss on her cheek. The kiss on her cheek surprised her and she opened her eyes and looked at me and then closed her eyes. “Don’t press too hard, okay? Just press affectionately like you really love her and want her to be with you forever. Like this,” he said and started grabbing my wife’s ass cheeks affectionately like he wants her badly. My wife on the other hand was moving her ass cheeks uncomfortably as she was yet to get used to another man’s hands other than mine feeling up her ass cheeks. The photographer noticed it, “Bindu, when Mohan is going to hold you like this, don’t move your posterior like this okay?” the photographer whispered. “Mmmmm,” my wife whispered back, with her arms still around his neck and hugging him and closing her eyes. “And, Mohan, while kissing her cheeks, kiss her cheeks softly, okay? Not like this,” he said and started kissing my wife’s left cheeks. “Mmmmmm,” my wife moaned and started biting her lips. That little moan of my wife gave him the signal that she was feeling horny and I could feel it as well. “Now you do it, Mohan, come,” the photographer said and took his hands off my wife’s ass cheeks and went to handle the camera.
As I hugged my wife with my hands over her ass cheeks, my wife hugged me with her arms around my neck, just like she was hugging the photographer. “Mohan, I cannot handle him, he is getting too touchy, and even kissing my cheek,” my wife whispered. “I know,” I whispered. “Though I try telling myself that you are the one who is hugging me and not the photographer, it is giving me a new feeling when he is touching me Mohan. I could literally feel a new pair of hands feeling me up and a new person romancing me, Mohan. Feeling guilty for letting another man other than you touch me and even kiss my cheek, Mohan,” my wife said. As she was whispering, I started feeling horny, “Bindu, I understand what you are trying to say, but we need perfect pictures right? Especially the romantic ones. Imagine how jealous your friends will feel if they see our romantic pictures,” I whispered. “Oh Mohan, especially to that Sunitha, since you are in Canada most of the time, she used to make me jealous by sharing a lot of pictures with her husband,” my wife whispered. “Guys, are you ready?” the photographer said. “Yes,” we said. As we posed just like he showed us, he clicked the pictures and came and showed it to us on his camera. “Wow!” my wife exclaimed, “you like it, Bindu?” the photographer asked. “It's beautiful,” my wife said. “It's romantic,” the photographer said and smiled at me. “Mohan, what do you think?” he asked. “It is really good, like you said, it looks very romantic,” I said. “All credits should go to your wife, because she cooperated really well, Mohan,” the photographer complimented. My wife smiled at me, “Credits should go to my husband as well, nothing without his support,” my wife said, hugging my arm. “Mmmmmm.. You guys are naturally romantic… Shall we go for a couple more romantic poses?” the photographer asked. My wife looked at me, for my answer, “two more romantic poses, and then we can proceed with the family photos,” the photographer was whispering as my wife waited for my answer.
“What do you say, Mohan?” my wife whispered. “What do you say, Bindu?” I whispered. “Two more poses right?” my wife asked the photographer. “Well we will try with two more poses, if you are comfortable we can proceed further, if you are not, after these 2 poses we will proceed with the family pictures,” the photographer said. “Okay,” my wife said, looking at me. “Cool then,” the photographer said and went towards the camera tripod. As he was fixing the camera, “Just 2 more pictures, Bindu, just cooperate with him like you cooperated so far okay. With these pictures you can make your friend Sunitha jealous, think about it,” I said. “That’s what I was thinking, Mohan,” my wife said and smiled at me. As I smiled back at her, “but I am worried about this photographer, Mohan, what if he gets too touchy,” my wife whispered. “Just enjoy yourself,” I whispered and winked at my wife. “Mohan..!” my wife exclaimed, and started feeling shy. “Look at him, he is cute, come on, go ahead and enjoy yourself,” I whispered with a smile, and for a moment my wife blushed and looked at him. “Hey just for two pictures right, go ahead,” I whispered, giving my wife a green signal to romance him. “Alright, just for two pictures, okay, after that I am not going to let him touch me,” she whispered. I just smiled at her. The photographer fixed the camera on the tripod and came towards us.
“Here is the new pose, it is similar to the previous poses, with some slight changes,” he said and stood in front of my wife and smiled at her. “Ready, Bindu?” he said. As my wife smiled and nodded, “Cooperate with me more than the last pose, because the output of this pose will depend solely on your cooperation,” he said and grabbed my wife’s waist. My wife’s exposed waist came into his right hand, and he pulled my wife by her waist and started hugging my wife and my wife who was really in a mood to cooperate with him for the picture, readily wrapped her arms around his neck and started hugging him back. As he took my wife into complete embrace, my wife started feeling like she was getting used up by him, “mmm… just a sec,” she said and tried to break the hug. “What happened, Bindu?” the photographer asked, placing his right hand over my wife’s waist and almost pinching my wife’s waist. “Just a moment, I will have a word with my husband,” my wife said, and took his hand off her waist and came towards me. “What happened now?” I whispered. “Mohan, this is new to me, and I can feel him romancing me all together,” my wife whispered. “That’s okay,” as I started my sentence, “that’s okay? Mohan, the guy is romancing me for good, don’t you see it?” my wife whispered. “Please, Bindu,” I whispered. “What please, Mohan? He is romancing me like he really wants me,” my wife whispered. “That’s the whole point, Bindu, he is teaching me how to pose in such a way that I hold you like I really want you,” I whispered. “Bindu, I want these two pictures at any cost okay, not for you stupid friend Sunitha, but also to show to my friends in Canada that we are a romantic couple, though we stay so far from each other, we are still a romantic couple when we are together. Just cooperate with him okay?” I said in a bold tone. “Okay, Mohan, I am gonna cooperate with him, just for you, but I want to tell you one thing, he is not being professional, he is taking advantage of us and romancing me for real. He is trying to turn me on, god damnit!” my wife exclaimed.
“Is there any problem? Can we stop the romantic photoshoot?” the photographer asked politely, standing behind my wife and quietly placing his left hand over her waist. “No, we will proceed,” my wife said, turning towards her right. “That’s good, Bindu,” he said and inserted his left hand which was on my wife’s waist further inside her and rested his hand on my wife’s navel and pulled her towards him and hugged my wife from behind. My wife just closed her eyes and bit her lips. “I love the way your wife is cooperating, Mohan, I am pretty sure that two pictures we were going to take are going to come out really good,” the photographer said and turned my wife around and readily hugged my wife. As my wife wrapped her arms around his neck and started hugging his back, the photographer started feeling my wife up completely and began kissing and sniffing her neck and cleavage. “Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmmm,” as my wife started moaning, the photographer continued romancing my wife. “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm mfffffff mmmmm,” as my wife continued to moan, my sons started fighting for the balloons. By the time I went to control my sons, and was spending a good 1 to 2 minutes with my sons, the photographer started kissing her neck and cheeks and my wife was totally in his control now. The photographer brought his lips close my wife’s lips and tried to kiss her lips, but she was hesitantly taking her lips away, but as the photographer continued showering my wife’s chin and cheeks with kisses, my wife looked into his eyes and he whispered something looking at her lips and all of a sudden began kissing my wife’s lips and my wife began kissing his lips back this time. They were passionately kissing each other’s lips hugging each other like lovers.
Meanwhile, I was controlling my sons and at the same time watching the photographer romance my wife and taste her lips, through the mirror. As he tried to tongue kiss my wife, my wife broke the kiss and looked him into his eyes, “my husband is here,” my wife whispered, licking her lips. I could clearly hear that, but pretended as if I was busy with my sons. “He won’t mind, Bindu, let's enjoy ourselves, come on,” he whispered and started kissing my wife’s lips. Though she began kissing his lips back, the moment he brought his hands and inserted underneath my wife’s saree pallu and grabbed my wife’s boobs over her blouse, “mmmmmm… no..” my wife whispered and tried to pull his hands off her boobs over her blouse. As the horny photographer tried to squeeze my wife’s boobs over her blouse and tried to kiss my wife’s lips, she forcibly broke free from him and came towards me. “What happened, Bindu?” I asked, looking at my wife’s face. Her lips and entire mouth region were glittering with the photographer’s saliva, which my wife wiped it quickly, “nothing, Mohan, he is ready for the pose,” my wife said. “Mohan, come here,” the photographer called. As I went near him, “ready to pose, Mohan?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “You and Bindu, go near the Photography Backdrop, meanwhile I will keep your sons engaged,” he said and sent my and my wife towards the Photography Backdrop.
As he was throwing all the balloons at my sons and started playing with them, “What’s the pose?” I whispered. “We just have to hug each other and pose, Mohan,” my wife whispered. As I was standing quietly, waiting for the Photographer to come and take our picture, “Mohan,” my wife whispered. “Yes, Bindu,” I whispered. “While teaching me how to pose, the photographer kissed my lips,” my wife whispered. “I am sorry, Mohan,” my wife whispered. “Hey, why are you sorry? Come on,” I whispered. “How could I kiss another man on the lips,” my wife whispered, acting as if she did not enjoy the kiss. “Come on, you did it for the sake of photos, right? That too for me, so don’t worry about it,” I said. “Yeah, Mohan, I just cooperated only for you, so that the photos will come good and show them to your friends in Canada,” she whispered. The way my wife was pretending as if she was not enjoying and was letting her photographer hug her and kiss her lips all for the sake of me, was getting me more horny. “Thanks Bindu,” I whispered, smiling at her. “But you must know only one thing, the photographer is kissing me too much, and is trying to turn me on, Mohan. I am trying my best to control myself, Mohan,” my wife whispered. This time she sounded almost genuine, but at the same time was letting me know that she was getting turned on as well and it was not her fault. “Let him turn you on, Bindu, our house is right at the next block, we can go home and enjoy making love, after this,” I whispered. “But he is a nice guy, Mohan, very friendly and supportive,” my wife whispered.
“Yeah, Bindu, I like him,” as I whispered casually looking at me playing with my sons. “I like him as well, Mohan,” my wife whispered without her knowledge. “Ready guys?,” the photographer asked, making my sons play with the balloons. “Yes,” we said and he came toward us. “What was Bindu complaining to you about? Me? She told you that she hates me?” the photographer asked, smiling. “No, she doesn’t hate you, come on. As a matter of fact, she likes you, that’s why she was cooperating with you, didn’t you, Bindu?” I asked, smiling. My wife nodded, smiling at the photographer. “Oh thank you, Bindu. Initially I was worried how I would convince her to teach her how to do this particular pose, which has kissing in it. As I started kissing her lips, she was in two minds whether to kiss my lips back, but when I convinced her telling her that she was doing it for you, for the romantic photos you wanted to show your friends in Canada. After that she started cooperating, Mohan, as I started to kiss her lips again, this time she started kissing my lips back and cooperated with me really well. Thank you, Bindu,” the photographer said. “No, I did not kiss his lips back, Mohan,” my wife said. “Oh! Really?” the photographer exclaimed. “We have to appreciate her for at least cooperating, shouldn’t we? Instead of complaining that she did not kiss your lips back when you kissed her lips,” I said in a little bold tone, “yeah,” my wife said looking at the photographer. “Well, all I want is the best outpicture in the picture,” the photographer said, smiling at me. “So do we,” I said. “Fair enough, shall we go for the photoshoot?” he said. “Sure,” we said and went towards the Photography Backdrop and took our position and my wife and I hugged each other and kissed. The photographer quickly clicked the pictures and came towards us and showed it to us. It looked very romantic, more than me, my wife was very happy with the way the picture had come. “It's beautiful,” she said. “Isn’t it?” I said, smiling at her. “My training never fails, Bindu is a quick learner and as a result of that it came out this good. If she kissed my lips back while I was training her how to pose, the picture would have come much better,” the photographer said. “Please don’t blame her, she must have been shy, that’s it,” I said. “To be honest, I am not happy with the way the picture has come, I think we should go for a retake and retraining as well,” the photographer said. Before we could talk, “Bindu, get ready for the training,” he said and started to go towards the camera. “Wait..! Where did she go wrong?” I asked. He turned around and came towards us, “Mohan, she did everything fine, except the kissing part, I am not satisfied there,” he said looking at my wife’s lips. He was looking as if he was going to eat my wife’s lips. “Okay, I will tell her,” I said and he nodded and went towards the camera and started fixing his camera on the tripod.
“Bindu, did you hear what he said?” I said. “Yeah,” my wife uttered. “Kiss him back nicely this time okay?” I whispered. “Mohan, I already told you,” as my wife started to talk. “Told me what?” I asked softly. “That the way he is kissing my lips is turning me on,” as my wife started talking about kissing him back and he is turning her on with his kisses, I started getting more horny. “I already told you not to worry about getting turned on, our house is nearby and we can make love as soon as we go home,” I said. “Or, you don’t like him?” I asked. “Oh no, Mohan, I like him, he is such a nice guy,” my wife said. “If you like him, nothing should stop you from kissing his lips back,” I whispered. As I was saying my heart rate began to rise as I was super horny. “What if I get carried away while kissing his lips back, Mohan?” my wife whispered. “I will take care, Bindu, just go with the flow,” as I was saying, the photographer came towards us. “Come, Bindu,” he said and placed his hands over my wife’s shoulders and turned her towards him. “You don’t like kissing on the lips?” the photographer whispered looking at my wife’s lips. “No, it is just that it is new to me,” my wife whispered. “New, what? Kissing my lips?” he whispered looking at my wife’s lips and placing his hands over my wife’s waist. “Yeah,” my wife whispered. “I will handle you carefully, okay?” he said and planted a kiss on my wife’s lips, and immediately gave two more kisses on my wife’s lips. “By this time you should have gotten used to me kissing your lips,” he said and this time as he was kissing my wife’s lips, he sucked both her lips and broke the kiss and looked at my wife’s lips and wiped saliva off my wife’s lips. My wife was clearly horny and was licking her lips looking at his lips, “now you kiss my lips three times like I kissed yours,” he said. My wife looked at me, and I smiled at her, “mmm… go ahead, Bindu,” I said. The next moment, my wife held his face and planted her first kiss on his lips and looked at me, “beautiful,” I exclaimed. Realizing that I was encouraging her, she held his face again and started to plant a kiss on his lips again, and the cheeky photographer started to kiss her lips back and started sucking my wife’s lower lips and let her lips free. “Got used to kissing my lips, Bindu?” he asked, releasing my wife’s lower lip from his lips. Wiping her lips off his saliva, “yeah,” she whispered. “Alright let’s practice the pose again, Bindu,” he said and smiled at my wife. My wife looked at me, and I smiled at my wife as well, “ready?” the photographer asked. “Yes,” my wife said. “Bindu, come and hug me,” he said and my wife readily wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.
Though he hugged my wife back and readily placed his hands over my wife’s ass cheeks over her saree, “mmmm.. Not like that, Bindu,” he said and broke the hug. “Come and hug me like you love me and you want me desperately,” he said. “Okay, ready?” he said. “Yes,” my wife said and this time came walking towards him from at least a 4 feet distance and hugged the photographer, hitting her boobs against his chest and wrapped her arms around his shoulder and hugged him tight. The photographer readily hugged my wife back and placed his hands over my wife’s ass cheeks over her saree again and started kissing my wife’s lips and my wife started kissing his lips back. As he began tasting my wife’s lips, his hands were busy groping my wife’s ass cheeks and she was moving her ass cheeks uncomfortably, but she was kissing his lips back nicely. As much as I was enjoying watching the photographer groping my wife’s ass and kissing her lips, I was enjoying the way my wife, who was hugging him and kissing his lips, now slowly started holding his face and kissing his lips back. She was totally in his control now and was enjoying the way she was getting kissed on her lips, and was happily kissing his lips back. As the photographer started to lose control and tried to dig his right hand between my wife’s ass crack over her saree, my wife began moving her ass uneasily. “Wait, Bindu…” he said and all of a sudden broke the hug. As their lips parted, my lips had turned reddish pink as the result of the photographer licking, sucking, chewing and tasting her naturally pink lips. “What happened?” my wife asked in disappointment. The photographer had clearly turned her on and got my wife in his control. “Mmmmm… why were you moving uneasily when I was holding you, Bindu? You are not wearing your panties inside?” he asked. “I am wearing,” my wife said, breathing heavily and tried to hug him and kiss his lips, “are you sure?” he asked, trying to pull his lips a bit away from my wife. “Yeah,” my wife whispered and tried to kiss his lips again. “I can see you wearing a white color bra inside,” he whispered, drifting my wife’s blouse aside, “but are you sure you are wearing your panties inside,” he whispered, taking his lips close to my wife’s lips. “Yeah,” my wife whispered, looking into his eyes and smiling at him and started kissing his lips. Though he started kissing my horny wife’s lips back, and went down kissing her neck and cleavage and kissed her cleavage, and made her moan, he looked into her eyes again and licked his lips. My wife opened her eyes, “what?” she whispered and smiled. “Are you wearing your panties inside?” he whispered with his lips close to my wife’s lips. As my hory wife was about to kiss his lips, “can I touch your panties?” he whispered. As my wife whispered “okay,” and started kissing his lips, the photographer lifted my wife’s saree along with her petticoat from the front and inserted his right hand inside my wife’s black color panties and started fingering my wife’s pussy and at the same time started kissing my wife’s lips back. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…., “ my wife moaned arching her head back, letting him kiss her neck and cleavage at the same time fingering her pussy.
Meanwhile my sons who were playing with the balloons started running outside, towards the corridor, which my wife, who was getting her pussy fingered, saw that and even saw me running after then, began to cut loose and let the photographer play with her body. As I was in the corridor watching my sons play with the balloons, through the glass I could see the photographer removing my wife’s saree and my wife happily helping him remove her saree with a big smile on her face. As he removed my wife’s saree, he started removing his t-shirt, which my wife was watching with her hands on her waist with a smile on her face. “Take your blouse off, Bindu,” he said looking at my wife’s boobs over her sky blue blouse, and started removing his jeans. As she playfully nodded a “no,” he grabbed my wife’s boobs over her blouse and squeezed them and tried to rip my wife’s blouse off her boobs. “Hey hey hey…!” my wife exclaimed with a smile. “Don’t tear it, I will remove,” my wife said, and smiling at him and watching him stare at the way she was taking off her blouse, she started removing her sky blue color blouse. She was enjoying the way he was drooling watching her remove her blouse. “Hey, never seen a woman remove her blouse before,” my wife said playfully with a smile. “I have seen many women removing their blouses, but I have never seen a beauty like you remove her blouse,” the photographer said, removing his jeans and standing only in his underwear. “You are a player aren’t you?” my wife said removing her blouse and placing it on top of her saree. “Player, me?” he said, drooling at my wife’s boobs over her white bra. “Yeah,” my wife said, enjoying the way he was ogling at her boobs in her white bra. “Now I am just you slave, Bindu,” he said and went near my wife and placed his hands gently over my wife’s waist, looking right into my eyes. “Do you tell this to all the women you have been with?” my wife asked softly, looking at his lips. “No, Bindu, you are special,” he whispered with his lips close to my wife’s. “Really? How special am I?” my wife whispered and closed her eyes and brought her lips close to his to kiss his lips, “Bindu, can you take your petticoat off for me?” he said. Though my wife was a bit disappointed that he did not kiss her lips when she took her lips close to his lips, “please” he said, holding my wife’s face, and my wife started undoing her petticoat knot.
As my wife started undoing her petticoat knot, the photographer who who was holding my wife’s face with his lips close to my wife’s lips, started kissing my wife’s lips and my wife who was waiting for her lips to get kissed by the photographer, started kissing his lips back passionately ignoring her sky blue color petticoat fall around her feet. As the photographer was sucking, kissing, and tasting my wife’s lips like some tasting a rasagulla, my wife got off her petticoat and lifted with petticoat which was around her leg with her right left behind and grabbed it with her right hand and threw it over her saree and blouse. Even the way her anklets jiggled when she got off her petticoat and lifted her right leg and took her petticoat off, and her bangles that jiggled with she threw her petticoat over her saree and blouse sounded sexy. Now my wife was only in her white bra and black panties. Since her hands were free now after throwing her petticoat away, she readily placed her hands over his waist and started kissing his lips back passionately. “My God, your lips taste so sweet, Bindu,” the photographer said, breaking the kiss for a second, but she just smiled at him for less than a second closing her eyes and continued kissing his lips passionately. “Mmmmmm… the best lips ever,” he said, breaking the kiss again smiling at my wife. My wife loved the way he was enjoying himself and encouraging her. She smiled at him naughtily enjoying all the attention and encouragement she was getting, and started kissing his lips more passionately. While the photographer was kissing her lips back passionately, my horny wife brought her hands down from his waist and placed them over his ass cheeks on top of his underwear. “Mmmmmm…. Feeling ticklish,” he said and broke the kiss. “When you did that to me?” as my wife was saying, he was smiling at my wife and took his hands behind her and started unhooking her white bra hooks. “Tit for tat, yeah?” he said smiling. As my wife said, “yeah,” biting her lower lips and smiling at him, he cheekily took her white bra off my wife. While he was removing my wife’s white bra off, my wife casually took his hands off her bra and collected her white bra from his with her right hand. As my wife was about to throw her white bra over her saree, petticoat, and blouse, the photographer started grabbing my wife’s ass cheeks over her black panteis and began sucking my wife’s right breast, “mmmmmmmm,” she moaned biting her lips and squeezing her white bra in her hand, as she did not expect him to suck her boobs all of a sudden. As he moved his mouth to taste my wife’s left breast, the Thali (Mangalsutra) which I tied to my wife got stuck on his ear, which my wife gently took it off his ear and put it over her shoulders, so that he can have clean access to both her boobs. The photographer now started tasting her left breast as well. Throwing her white bra on top of her saree, blouse, and petticoat, my wife started enjoying the way the photographer was sucking her boobs, placing her hands over his shoulders gently. Placing her hands over his shoulders gently, she was licking her lips and biting her lips watching the photographer taste her boobs one after the other. She was so horny that she couldn’t stop herself from kissing her forehead encouraging him to taste her lips further. Now taking his hands off my wife’s ass cheeks over her black panties, he started grabbing both my wife’s boobs, “Bindu, you are incredibly delicious,” he exclaimed, smiling at my wife. As my wife smiled back, he started hugging my wife, who was now only in her Black panties, and of course she was wearing the Thali (Mangalsutra) I tied, and bangles, ankles, and a thin waist chain which was resting over her black panties.
The sight was no less than any porn movie, the photographer was only in his underwear, and my wife was only in her Black panties, and they both were hugging each other, with my wife’s nude boobs crushing against his bare chest and the lips refusing to part. Lifting my wife’s legs and wrapping them around his waist, he started carrying my wife towards the table, and pushing all the things off the table, he placed my wife flat on the table. As he grabbed my wife’s Black panties elastic, my wife all of a sudden started feeling shy and started covering her face with her hands, but cooperated well when he started removing her Black panties off by lifting her waist up when her Black panties went past her panties covered portion. “Mmmmmmmm…. My god, what’s that amazing smell,” he exclaimed sniffing my wife’s Black panties which he removed. My wife started feeling shy and immediately grabbed her Black panties from him, “it's wet and dirty,” she said and pulled it off him and threw it on top of her saree, petticoat, blouse, and white bra. “It's wet, but not dirty,” he said, winking at her. As my wife was naughtily smiling, “mmmmm… let me taste it,” he said and all of a sudden he started spreading my wife’s legs and started pulling her waist towards the edge of the table and started sniffing my wife’s pussy. “Mmmmmmm… no….,” my wife exclaimed and tried to sit up, “why?” he said and started pulling his underwear down and in the name of putting his underwear aside, he flaunted his erect cock in front of my wife. My wife was spellbound looking at his cock and got off the table. “Why, Bindu? I shouldn’t sniff your pussy?” he said and started walking close to my wife, and the moment his erect cock touched my wife’s inner thighs, “mmmmmm.. Next time okay?” she whispered, breathing heavily as she could not control herself as his erect dick was rubbing against her inner thighs. The photographer clearly knew that my wife had fallen for his erect cock and would do anything for him now, and began teasing my wife. “Next time? Okay then, I will put on my underwear,” he said and tried to go towards his underwear.
He was teasing my wife with his erect cock, “no, not that,” my wife exclaimed and went close to him and stood right opposite to him, and he even came closer caressing his cock against her inner thighs. My wife’s hands were dying to grab his erect cock, but out of shyness or something, she was just placing her hands over his thighs close to his cock. “Next time you can do whatever you want?” she whispered. “You mean, you will let me sniff you pussy?” he whispered, moving his waist against my wife gently and rubbing his cock against my wife’s inner thighs. “Yeah,” my wife whispered, sweating profusely, at the same time trying to control herself from holding his erect cock with her hands. “You mean I can have your pussy anytime and anywhere, Bindu?” he whispered, getting more close to my wife crushing his erect cock against my wife’s inner thighs, making my horny wife spread her inner thighs to accommodate his erect cock between her thighs. The moment his erect cock went between her thighs and touched her pussy, “mmmmmmm…. Anytime and anywhere,” she moaned, breathing heavily. The photographer, understanding that my wife wanted his cock badly, grabbed my wife’s right hand with his left hand and made her grab his erect cock. The moment my wife grabbed his erect cock, “mmmmmm,” she started moaning, biting her lips. Immediately he started grabbing my wife’s naked ass cheeks and started kissing my wife’s lips, “mmmmmmmm….” my wife moaned and started stroking his cock and began kissing his lips back passionately. The photographer, whose hands were grabbing my wife’s naked ass cheeks, started spreading my wife’s ass cheeks and started carassing my wife’s asshold and pussy as the same time, making my wife moan in pleasure. “Mmmmmm…” as my wife moaned and broke the kiss for a moment, the photographer brought his hand towards her front and started grabbing my wife’s pussy and started fingering my pussy. “Mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm,” my wife started to moan, and her knees were getting weak. Realizing that, the photographer grabbed my wife by her waist and made her sit on the edge of the table and made her sleep on the table and started inserting his erect cock inside my wife’s wet pussy. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm,” my wife started moaning as his erect cock went inside her pussy. “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm mmmm mmmm mmm mmm mmmm,” my wife started moaning the deeper and deeper his cock went inside my wife’s pussy, Resting his body completely on top of my wife, the photographer started making love to my wife and my wife started hugging him. Hugging my wife back, crushing his chest against my wife’s naked boobs, he started kissing my wife’s lips and continued making love to her. Afte a good 5 to 10 minutes of enjoying my wife’s wet pussy, he came inside my wife’s pussy
After making love to my wife, he made her get dressed, and took our family picture.
After a couple of days, as I dropped my sons at school and came home and parked my car inside my portico and entered inside my house, my wife had just had her shower, with a towel wrapped around her head, and wearing her nighty and offering pooja at the pooja room. She was looking sexy today, in her thin white nighty, see through, I could see her black bra she was wearing inside, and her white color panteis as well. As my wife started walking around lighting the Agarbatti and spreading the Agarbatti scent all over the house, I was enjoying the view of my bra and panties inside her thin nighty. I waited for my wife to finish the pooja by planting the agarbatti at the door entrance and coming inside, so that I can take her inside my bedroom and enjoy her nicely in bed. My wife feels great in bed after taking shower for two main reasons; the first reason is that she will be clean and confident, therefore she will cooperate with you nicely in bed without any hesitation; the second reason is that taking showers makes her horny and she will happily let you make love to her. With these two things being said, my wife was finishing her pooja by planting the agarbattis at the door entrance. As my wife’s both hands were about her head planting the agarbattis at the door entrance, the morning sun was hitting against her, revealing her beautiful shape inside her nighty, and revealing her white bra and white panties she was wearing inside, “my God, Bindu, my baby, I can’t have you in bed now,” I said. As my wife started blushing, I could see another person behind my wife, it was none other than the photographer, “Bindu, my baby, I missed you,” he said and hugged my wife from behind and entered inside. Throwing the photo album on the sofa, he came towards my wife and lifted my wife’s nighty off my wife, and as my wife stood only in her white bra and white panties, he hugged my wife in her white bra and white panties and carried her inside my bedroom and started making love to my wife. Like I said, my wife feels great in bed after taking shower for two main reasons; the first reason is that she will be clean and confident, therefore she will cooperate with you nicely in bed without any hesitation; the second reason is that taking showers makes her horny and she will happily let you make love to her. The photographer must have been enjoying my wife nicely in bed in my bedroom, and my wife must have been cooperating nicely with him.
As the photographer was enjoying my wife in my bedroom, I opened the album and saw our family pictures. My wife’s face in the family picture looked exactly like the faces of all the women in the photo studio albums. “My God, this guy has been enjoying many peoples wives and my wife is one among them,” I said to myself. After enjoying my wife in bed, he left the place without even thanking me for letting him have my wife. Ignoring him I went to check on my wife, and my wife was sleeping naked. I was horny, though I wanted to wake my wife up and ask her to take a shower before I enjoyed her, but somehow my nicely used up and thrown wife lying on bed naked got me excited. As I got naked and spread her legs apart and slept on top of my wife and started making love to my wife, “mmmmm… Rajesh, you are back, mmmmmm… I told you, you will love my pussy,” my wife said in a tired tone. Only then I came to know that the photographer’s name was Rajesh. As my wife started cooperating nicely with me thinking that I was the photographer, “mmmmmm mmmmmm…” I started to moan making love to my wife, “Mohan, sorry, I thought it was, Rajesh, mmmm …” my wife started to moan now. “You liked him in bed didn’t you, Bindu mmm?” I moaned, making love to my wife. “Mohan, mmmmmmmmmmm… mmmmmmm mmmm…” my wife started moaning. “You can have him next time as well, okay? Mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm,” I moaned, making love to my wife and I was about to cum. The moment my wife moaned and whispered, “mmmmmmmm mmmm mmmmmmm thank you Mohan, I love him,” without her control, I lost control and came inside my wife’s pussy.
Though I have been enjoying my wife since we got married, this sex was something different.
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