Illicit Affair Pt. 21
Previously. Damir, Bosnian, and Zahra, Persian, are married, but not to each other. They temporarily live in the studio of Bosnian artist Senad, who is away. Damir teaches Zahra to swim and have anal sex. He uses two dildos. The smaller one, called Amor, is for anal penetration. The larger one, with three internal steel balls, called Bouncer, is for vaginal penetration. He also occasionally uses a soft suede flogger and cotton shibari ropes. Each part in this series describes the events of one or two days of the week. Part 20 describes Friday and Saturday, while part 21 describes Sunday. Karolina is a Polish student, who works for an NGO which is in the same building as Senad's studio. Jill is from New Zealand and works for a large travel agency. She is Zahra and Damir's swimming partner. Sekou and Ibrahim volunteer for the same NGO as Karolina. Adam, Agniezska, Jacek, Grzegorz and Zuzanna are Polish students from the same college as Karolina. Damir works as a lecturer in the same college, but none of the six Poles are his students.
Illicit Affair - Part 21
Photo session ends with the first real threesome
On Sunday morning, I was awakened by the bright sun shining through the roof windows. I shifted my position on the mattress, which woke up Zahra.
- Should I make us a coffee?
- Only if you put your cock milk in it.
- I wonder who is the kinkiest person here. Do you really want me to come in your cup of coffee?
- Why not? I always swallow down.
I got up and went to make a Bosnian coffee. I poured it in two cups. I always put a sip of milk in my coffee, while Zahra drinks it black. I put them both on the kitchen table. Zahra sat on a kitchen chair near the black coffee. I took off my pajama pants and approached her. She spat on her palm and began to slide her palm up and down the entire length of my erected shaft. After a while, she put the tip inside her mouth and started to suck. Next, she cupped my balls with her left hand, and let my cock swing freely in front of her face. She stuck her tongue out and started licking it all over like it was a popsicle stick.
She spat into her right palm once more and began to jerk it while sucking the head with her mouth and teasing its tip with her tongue at the same time. Her left hand continued to massage my balls. Since I didn't come yesterday evening and didn't want to hold back, I relaxed and enjoyed her passionate stimulation. It didn't take very long for me to cum in her mouth. She waited until I stopped ejaculating, but instead of swallowing it down, she collected all of it in her mouth, bent over her coffee cup, and let the sperm slowly flow in.
When my milk was safely in, she lifted her cup and drank a sip.
- How do you like coffee with male milk?
- I like it very much.
- Will you actually drink it?
- You bet. Watch me.
I took hold of my cup and drank a few sips. Zahra followed my suit and actually drank it all. I took four eggs, a young onion, a small piece of cheese and two slices of chicken salami from the fridge and made us an omelette.
- Today will be cold, but only partially clouded. We could walk to BFI instead of taking the tube. Do you feel like walking?
- Sure I do. What shall we do after the cinema? Go to some Italian restaurant together?
- Good idea. I guess Jill eats more or less everything, so Italian will be good for her. After the meal, we can also walk home.
- Alone or with Jill?
- Probably alone but with Jill in our evening threesome fantasy.
We washed the dishes and got dressed to go out. I normally wear hiking pants, a hiking jacket and hiking shoes. Zahra's preferred outdoor clothes are the Che Guevara T-shirt, a cotton long-sleeve shirt, a Norwegian sweater, thick dimije pants, low hiking boots, a black coat and a red beret.
The building was almost quiet, except for the fade sound of the TV on the first floor. Perhaps that old lady, whom we met twice, was watching her favorite comedy show. We walked hand in hand towards BFI. In general, I like Chinese cinema. The movies shown in the West are usually very good. There is a large community of Hong Kong expats in London, so it is not difficult to get films made in that city. The movie we are supposed to watch is called In the Mood for Love, directed by Wong Kar-wai.
- Hi there.
- Hello, Jill. have you been waiting long?
- Maybe ten minutes. Anyway, the movie starts in a quarter of an hour. We have enough time.
- Let's go and buy tickets.
There was enough space, that we got three seats together. I sat on the right side, Zahra in the middle and Jill on the left. The movie was about two people whose spouses are cheating on them. In a superficial way, it is similar to our story but quite different. The movie received a lot of critical acclaim and I liked it a lot.
- You choose a good movie, Jill. I'm happy we accepted your invitation.
- After watching it, I thought of the two of you. Except you took matters in a completely different direction. Someone should film your story. Two cheating spouses lead to passionate sex of the injured parties.
- How do you know there is a passionate sex? Maybe we just hold hands and stare at an imaginary centre point of the universe.
- Nonsense. When I look at Zahra, I see that mysterious smile, shared by all women who had a strong orgasm not too long ago. Do you remember, I watched you secretly in the pool before we became friends? Just the way you dry her hair tells me that you are a very passionate person.
- Well, I can't deny that we have sex almost every day.
- Is it as good as your demeanor suggests? I bet he is very good in bed.
- Yes, he is. I'm not denying it. A movie of our story, including real sex, would be X-rated.
- Damir, what do you say?
- I'm a Bosnian sex-machine. I don't talk about women I fuck, so I cannot comment on your truthful observation. Discretion is my middle name. "One orgasm per day keeps the doctor away," is my first motto. "Zero pain, all pleasure," is my second motto.
- Do you make movies or pictures when you are in bed?
- No comment.
- I bet you use your underwater camera for some dry land cinema. You are both photographers, aren't you?
- I'm not much of a photographer, just an eager enthusiast. Damir on the other hand is more of a pro.
- I worked for a student magazine when I was young. Portraits, mass events, political protests, and so on.
- Portraits, hah? Female portraits?
- Mostly, but not exquisitely. Portraits of student leaders, artists, sportsmen, and so on, half of them being men. In my private time, I specialized in female portraits only. Some of them wanted to do nude portraits also. To keep them safe, I worked solely with black and white technique. I developed the photos myself, and gave women their photos together with all negatives. In this way, I learned a lot, but also did not burden myself with the safekeeping of a potentially harmful material. A lot of time I took nude photos, where the female face was not visible, so it's harder to blackmail a woman even if some corrupt ex-boyfriend tried to make them public. Since I have been in England, I made a lot of portraits of Kate. When our marriage went bad, I took photos of some female models, but not much. Since I'm with Zahra I feel like I'm starting my life again. I like taking all kinds of pictures of her.
- Are you still working in black and white?
- Rarely, but never nude photography. We have a classical development lab at a college, but too many people are using it. I would not dare to develop some photos of Zahra over there. Digital photography is the name of the game for amateur nudes. Today discretion is easily reached. After the session, I delete all files from the camera's memory card. A model can choose a complicated password, unknown even to me, and I compress the result of the photo session in a password-protected zip archive.
- Would you consider taking photos of me? The only portraits of me are the pictures for official documents. Other pictures, when I'm in a group of people, were taken by complete amateurs and I don't like them much. I never personally knew a serious photographer. I would really like to be your model because I know you will never abuse my trust.
- I told you already that Zahra comes first. If she approves, she can be my second camera, taking photos of the photographer and his model.
- So what say you?
- I agree, but where?
- Depends on what Jill wants. We can take portraits in the park against trees, bushes and grass, we can take portraits in the urban space, against buildings, monuments and so on. We can take a lot of such photos in the Cook Islands. Inside photography is possible in Senad's studio or in a place where you live and is full of your personal items.
- Would you let Damir photograph me naked in your apartment?
- Yes. I know how good it feels that a serious photographer takes tasteful pictures of me.
- If you really want to be a model for erotic photography, you should look at classical art, to see which poses you like. You can save poses into a memory stick's folder, so I can study them. Next Sunday is okay?
- Yes. So instead of the cinema, we will have a photo session at your studio.
- It's Senad's studio. He will not consider selling it to us. Even if he would, we don't have enough money to buy it, without going to the courts and asking for an official divorce.
- Let's go inside.
We arrived at the restaurant at three o'clock. We ordered our pasta and resumed the conversation.
- You also want to think about what you want to wear during a photo session. Perhaps underwear, an unbuttoned shirt, or being topless in a skirt. You can just pose, do something static, such as reading a book for example, or actively doing something, even if it is just walking.
- I love watching you working with a camera. Why not start it today?
- Today?
- Yes, today. What are you doing after lunch, Jill?
- Nothing special. I will go to our apartment and watch a movie. Perhaps I will call my parents, and eat something for dinner. Get to bed early.
- When we finish eating, it will be four o'clock. Enough time for us to return to the studio and improvise a photo session. It doesn't matter that we are not ideally prepared. It will be a test session. Watching Damir with a camera is more fun than watching TV. We can do it from five to six. If you leave our place at six, you will be home at seven o'clock. Enough time to watch the news, wash yourself, and go to bed.
- What do you say Damir?
- I'm ready if you two are. All I need is to pick my camera and concentrate, thinking about the light, shadows, mise-en-scene, and your body. I can switch from chatting mode to working mode in a matter of seconds. This is one of the advantages of digital technology. I only work nude scenes with sepia mode or black and white. Too many details in full colours tend to be pornographic when printed. I want photos to speak about the loveliness of a model, not representing the shallow reality.
- We can work with a book. Women read books in different poses and in different outfits.
- I can also work with a couple of you. What colour are your panties, Jill?
- White.
- Good. Zahra, you can put your black set for contrast. We can be playful and creative. We only live once, so if the two of you are ready to pose, I'm ready to record it. Jill?
- It sounds better than a movie and popcorn.
Suddenly we were all three anxious to eat as soon as possible. We left the restaurant at 15:50, and arrived at the Atelier at 16:40. When we were passing the first floor, I heard the faint sound of a TV somewhere. Perhaps the old lady is totally alone and desperate for human contact. Or perhaps she was there with her old husband, and they enjoyed their own us-bubble, like Zahra and me. Us against others. Zahra unlocked the door and we stepped in.
- Jill, please strip to your underwear. Zahra, you can bring your black lingerie set and put it on, while I prepare the camera.
- To my panties?
- No. Socks, panties and undershirt.
- I don't have a proper undershirt. I'm wearing one of those white I-Love T-shirts.
- Love what?
- New Zealand.
- That's perfect. I see you have tennis socks, a sporting T-shirt and classical white cotton panties. It could be more perfect.
During our dialogue, Zahra went to the closet and undressed until she was naked. It was so natural and shameless. Jill and I both watched with open mouths the lovely curves I adored so much. First, she put on the black chemise, then black satin panties and finally, she sat down in the armchair and pulled up the black stockings.
- The two of you together are like a poster from United Colours of Benetton.
- What should we do?
- Lay down on the sofa, each on your own side. Take off your headbands.
I went to the bookshelves and picked two books by Slavoj Žižek. I handed them to Zahra and Jill.
- Open it on a random page and start reading... That's it. Pay no attention to me.
I walked around and took photos of them, in the panorama mode and sepia tone. When I finished, I told them to stand up and hold their hands.
- Walk towards me... Walk away from me... Now sit down in the armchairs and read...
After some time, they forgot about me and my camera. I took plenty of photos, mostly from a medium distance. Jill and Zahra were ready to play around. Zahra stood up and took her chemise off. I recorded her undressing with the camera. When she finished the undressing, she took the pile of clothes to the bathroom. When Zahra returned, Jill was ready to repeat the same action. She slowly undressed her I Love NZ T-shirt for my peeping camera. Her boobs were smaller than Zahra's and her figure was taller and very athletic. Besides swimming, Jill worked out in fitness twice a week.
When they were both topless, I told them to go reading on the sofa again. Their nipples were erect. Perhaps they were cold a little or aroused, I couldn't tell. When I finished, I told them to stand up and hold their hands again.
Walk towards me... Walk away from me... Now sit down in the armchairs and read...
Jill stood up and offered her hand to Zahra. Zahra took it and stood beside Jill. Jill stretched her left arm across Zahra's shoulders. I immediately started to press the button on my camera. When Jill held Zahra's head with her hands, she bent down her own head and gently kissed Zahra's lips for the first time. They immediately jumped apart as if something embarrassing had happened.
- I liked your kiss. It will look good in the photos. Kiss each other again.
- Where is this leading us?
- Don't worry Jill. We can call it a day anytime you want.
- You are not angry?
- There is no need to over-analyze this. Do you two feel like kissing? Then do it.
I stepped to Zahra and kissed her. She was trembling with excitement and responded to my kiss as if we would be alone. I turned around to Jill and kissed her gently on the lips. She didn't pull away from me and even kissed me back. I put my arms around their shoulders and pulled them closer. I kissed Zahra, then Jill and finally gently pushed their heads together. They both took the hint and kissed each other hungrily. Zahra broke her kiss and leaned again toward me. We kissed like when we were alone. She broke the kiss with me and I kissed Jill's mouth. Jill parted her lips and started to suck my probing tongue.
- Take off her panties.
I stepped away and lifted my camera. Jill knelt in front of Zahra and slowly peeled her black satin panties to her ankles. Zahra lifted one foot, then another and was now wearing only black stockings. Jill pressed her head towards Zahra's crotch and rested, while Zahra put her hands on the top of Jill's head. This pause gave me the time to take several photos of pussy eating situation.
Next, Zahra motioned Jill to stand up. Zahra knelt down and peeled of white cotton panties off her body. She let her head rest near Jill's pussy, tongue out of her mouth and looked up to meet Jill's gaze. I danced around them and took pictures of them in a compromising position. When I was satisfied with the photos I took, I suggested we all go to shower. Nobody uttered the word "threesome," things just naturally progressed. Girls removed their socks and stockings and entered first.
I brought my camera with me and started taking pictures of two girls washing each other with the shower head. They took their time, flirting with me and my camera. When they were finished, I took a large towel and dried Jill off, then took another one and carefully dried off Zahra's curves. I went back to divanhana and left the camera on the desk. I stepped into the tub and took the shower head in my hands. I took a quick shower, while the girls were watching me.
We went back to the divanhana. I picked up the camera and prepared it for a photo session.
- I will take pictures of you two making love. Do it slowly. Okay, Jill?
- Okay.
- I want you to kiss every inch of Zahra's body. Be sure to suck her nipples. No need to stick to some perfect scenario. There isn't any. Just be creative and remember: every inch of her.
The digital camera works without a sound, so I switched on the artificial "click." Jill started kissing Zahra, who purred like a little kitten, all the time trying to look in my camera. It turned out that Jill was a natural "girl on girl" player. My camera was constantly shifting distances and angles, but always aware of Zahra's looks. I took a closeup of Jill's face and mouth on Zahra's nipple, a closeup of aroused Zahra's facial expression, a closeup of her erect nipples, and so on. It was like a man with the camera turned his device into a sex toy.
Jill turned Zahra around, on her belly. She proceeded as I told her; no inch was left untouched, but besides kisses, Jill added a massage and relaxed Zahra's back muscles. I was never far from Zahra's ears, with the camera doing "click...click...click." Zahra started to moan softly. I put the camera back on the desk and joined the action on the mattress. Jill understood that it was the sharing time. I lay down and turned Zahra on her left side. I held her right leg in the air and tried to penetrate her from behind.
- Help me, Jill.
Jill took my throbbing erection into her left hand and used her right hand to part Zahra's pussy lips. She guided my cock straight in. Zahra was soaking wet, so I entered her easily and deeply. I wrapped my right arm around her boobs, starting to play with her nipple. Zahra moaned loud, while Jill started to lick her clit. She was now totally into threesome thing and licked my advancing shaft and my balls from time to time. I started to vigorously fuck Zahra who was moaning louder and louder.
- Yes! Yes! Yes! Aaaaah...keep fucking me, DAMIIIR!
She was crying, laughing, panting, and shaking, all at the same time. Jill was totally mesmerised.
- Wooow Zahra! O my God! I never imagined a woman could come so intensely. You guys are fantastic lovers.
- Is it okay if we make you come, Jill?
- Hell, yeah. Fuck me like you fuck Zahra.
- For you, we will change the position. Lie down on your back.
Jill did as she was instructed. I turned to Zahra, who recovered from the strong orgasm less than a minute ago.
- Come here on the right side.
I lay down on her, caught her legs with my shoulders below her knees and lifted them up, as I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. After that, I turned my head to the left side and kissed Zahra. In turn, Zahra kissed Jill, Jill kissed me, I kissed Jill, Zahra kissed me and so on and so on.
- Help me to enter Jill.
Zahra sat down, grabbed my cock and led it straight into Jill's wet and receptive pussy. I started to fuck her with slow and deep thrusts, while we exchanged kisses in all possible combinations. Zahra reached with her right hand between our bodies, Jill's and mine, and found Jill's little pleasure button. By now Zahra became an expert in handjobs while being fucked by me, so she started to fondle Jill's clit with gentle circular movements. In less than a minute she screamed
- Faster Zahra, faster!... O my God, I'm coming! aaahhhh
I felt her spasm around my hard dick, which was planted to the end in her. My balls were banging at her, probably virgin, rear entrance. Zahra kissed first me, then Jill. Jill slowly pulled herself together.
- Wooow, this is the best sex of my life. My first orgasm apart from masturbation. I never imagined you Bosnians are so good.
- You will find yourself one of my compatriots, and then you will have nonstop fun in bed.
- Do you want to say that...
- No. No. What I said was stupid. I apologise. I'm not throwing you out, by no means.
- Forget it. I overreacted. Zahra, what should we do with a potent Bosnian?
- Lick him and rub him and suck him early in the morning.
- Are you serious?
- No. Look at his hard-on. He won't be able to sleep unless we give him a helping hand and a friendly mouth.
- Let's kneel in front of him like they do it in porn clips.
- You watch porn, naughty girl? I should spank you for this.
- Perhaps I will ask you to once, but right now we will be your cocksucking bitches.
I sat down on a sofa. Jill and Zahra knelt in front of me. Jill took the initiative and took hold of my throbbing cock. She gulped it down with one soft move. Then she took it out and pulled it to the right-hand side, where Zahra's mouth was already waiting. Zahra became an excellent cock pleaser during the last months, therefore, she was able to put it even deeper than Jill.
- Now let's do it together until he cums all over our boobs and faces. Play him like a harmonica.
Jill held the base of my cock with her right hand and put her mouth on the left side of the upper part of my shaft. Zahra used her right hand to massage my balls while her mouth played the right-hand side of my meat harmonica. Zahra looked at Jill's moves on one side of my cock and repeated them to a perfect symmetry. I was already close to cuming when I fucked them, so when I experienced this quadruple stimulation, I couldn't hold back much longer. I groaned. Zahra knew I will cum any second so she stop sucking me and lifted her upper body. Jill guessed, what was about to happen, so she removed her mouth and pushed my penis lover.
The first jet hit Jill in the face and neck. Before the second jet, Jill turned the cock in Zahra's direction so it hit Zahra's boobs. The third jet hit Jill all over her chest. The next two squirts ended up in Zahra's throat as she leaned forward and took my cock in her lovely mouth.
Zahra started to trace her boobs with her finger, and she licked them clean afterward. Jill was not sure what to do and hesitated.
- It's totally okay if you don't eat my sperm. Zahra loves it, but many women do not. It's perfectly normal if you find the taste repelling.
- I would like to do what Zahra is doing.
- Lovemaking cannot always be perfectly symmetric.
- Now we really need a shower. Will you stay with Damir and me?
- What do you think, Damir?
- I would hate to throw you out on the street. We made love together, so we must take care of each other. You can go to work from here tomorrow morning. I will give you one of my pajamas so you can sleep here. The mattress is very large, we can all fit on it.
- Thanks, mates. I will stay with you.
- Let's go take a shower.
We went into the bathroom one by one. We lay on the mattress, Jill on the left side, Zahra spooning her, me spooning Zahra.
- You girls are great.
- I like you both.
- We like you too, Jill.
- As Zahra said, you are our best friend with benefits.
- Good night.
- Good night, Jill.
- We might repeat this next Sunday.
In the continuation of their illicit affairs, Damir proposes a photo session to Jill, involving nudity and creative posing, using his photography skills. Following their meal, they head back to the studio where Jill strips down to her underwear, revealing her athletic figure and white cotton panties. As they pose and read, Damir captures their interactions with his camera, capturing their intimacy and natural chemistry. This marks a new phase in their relationship, as they delve deeper into their shared desires and explore their feelings for each other.
