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(MMF, bi, wife, exh, swing, india) *** 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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