A Housewife Or a Whore

[Snigdha]

Amit asked her something on the stairs which swept her off her feet, literally.
 
Amit: "Aparna, do you think what you are doing is right? You are taking a total stranger to your room. What if he finds you too hot and cannot control himself? What if he bangs you? What will your servants think when you take this stranger to your personal bedroom? What will your husband think when you tell him this?"
 
His questions struck her heart, fair and square. His words had such a genuine ring to them.
 
Aparna: "I never thought so much Amit. Please seat yourself in the drawing room. I will join you in ten minutes. Is there anything specific that you want me to wear?"
 
Amit: "Don't worry. I don't intend to do anything that I told you. Let's go and decide the dress and lingerie for the photo session. I would be requiring 3-4 dresses for the session. You can decide about the change of lingerie. You will have to consider what Rishi would like to see you in."
 
Aparna felt a shade jittery taking him inside the room.
 
Amit: "Aparna, you certainly have some taste when it comes to interiors."
 
The way he looked at Aparna's curves, she got the double entendre meant quite nicely.
 
Amit: "Well, I meant it in reference to your room."
 
Amit looked quite naughty as he toyed with her gently.
 
She had an impressive collection of both dresses and lingerie's. It took some time and effort to finalize them. Aparna had never thought of Amit as a photographer but the skill with which he chose the dresses and lingerie, surprised her. Amit was quite a skilled person when it came to handling Aparna.
 
Aparna collected the dresses and made her way towards the box room. Amit stopped her. He told her to change in front of him. She had never done such a thing ever. This had only happened in her imaginations. It seemed Amit came into her life to clear her paradoxes of life. She felt nervous at the sheer thought of changing in front of him and yet a larger part of her wanted it as well. Ever since her first meeting with Amit - her life was full of sweet paradoxes.
 
Amit had taken out his camera and started to take a few clicks vaguely.
 
Aparna: "Amit, I am quite sure that you will ensure the safety of the pictures you are about to take. I don't think there is any need to tell you the importance of it."
 
Amit assured her that he will take care of same. He put the camera on burst mode as he clicked a few pictures. Aparna started to undo her sarree. Amit's camera came alive. He checked the pictures for lighting etc. The lighting in the room was a shade low or had Aparna deliberately kept it that way. Amit was totally floored to see Aparna, stand in front of him, in a blouse and sarree. Her back towards him made it even more exciting for him. He was an ass man but Aparna did not know of this yet.
 
Aparna was not able to face him for another reason. She was cursing on her decision of choice of lingerie for the day. She had chosen to wear the crotch less panties with the cup less bra. The paradox was killing her once again. She wanted to turn and show him her jewels but felt shy at the same time as well. She felt as if her legs would give away. She pulled a settee and sat down. Amit offered her a glass of water. She smiled and took a few sips. The small things that he took care of always made her feel go all mushy inside.
 
Amit eyed her as she slowly sipped the water. He stopped her as she was about to take a sip. He stepped back and then told her to go on. As if he instinctively knew that a few drops will leak her lips and make their way down to the cleavage. He was much thankful that the camera was on burst mode. He adjusted his raging hard on as he looked at the pictures captured.
 
Aparna blushed some more at the realisation of what she had just done and the shots that might have been captured in the camera. She looked into the huge mirror in front of her. The water had made the blouse stick to her skin. She dreaded wearing the seamless bra. Her erect dark chocolate nipples did not make it any easier. They poked out like erect pebbles.
 
Aparna came to senses as she felt something brush against her blouse. Amit had cupped her boobs and was kneading them firmly but quite slowly. Aparna did not know what to do, how to react, should she move away or should she get closer. Her thought process had gone numb. The only thing active in her body was her cunt. It churned out juices like anything. She felt so kinky to realize that her crotch less panties would not soak her juices today. Her face gleamed as she imagined what might happen. She placed her hands on to his, which cupped her breasts, and removed them slowly away.
 
Amit could not decide what to do - whether to take her pictures from a distance or to feel her up close. He felt a paradox for the first time after meeting her. A few deep breaths and there was clarity in his head. He would enjoy his paradox and Aparna as well.
 
Aparna undid her blouse hooks slowly and started to peel of her blouse. It was Amit's turn to choke for air to see Aparna go through the whole process of undressing. He could not afford to lose the opportunity to click such an awesome setup. His body ached to touch her but only his eyes could do the same at the moment.
 
Her young supple breasts resting on the seam of the bra, the contrast of her dark chocolate nipples against her fair skin and her overall posture made her look nothing less than a goddess. Amit wanted to worship her for long but his camera kept him busy.
 
Aparna loosened the cord of petticoat. She felt too shy to stand up and remove the petticoat. The whore inside her made her turn and face Amit as she stood up. She let her petticoat fall to the ground. She stood in front of him.