Adultery My Wife Bindu Tasted by the Photographer

[novelistcasanova]

“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.

[novelistcasanova]

“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.  

[novelistcasanova]

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.

[novelistcasanova]

To Be Continued ...!

[Vk1019]

superb hot update

[Desmond Miles]

Yesss.... Keep them cumming!

[Siva2019]

What a story...

[Ananthukutty]

Superb

[Payal]

Interesting n nice story

[novelistcasanova]

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.  

[novelistcasanova]

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.

[novelistcasanova]

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.  

[novelistcasanova]

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

[novelistcasanova]

To Be Continued ..!

[Desmond Miles]

Thanks for the back to back updates, bro..
Well, honestly, the last parts felt kind of rushed.. She should be under the seduction, yes. But, all the things she does with the photographer should've been in the name of good photo results and her envy to her friends, and this part completely ignored her husband's point of view.. Hope you make it more hot next time with her being more shy and reluctant on their dialogues..
Good luck

[Bhaskar l]

Good story pls continue
And also nice writing

[novelistcasanova]

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.

[novelistcasanova]

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.


The End.

[Desmond Miles]

Sudden end, sadly.. Anyway thanks for this good story, friend. Hope you write more cheating love stories with the husband being a voyeur and slowly starts supporting.

[fuckandforget]

Fantastic