Adultery Rare opportunity in my career !!

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She did not seem to object, and so I finally pulled the fabric away, completely baring the back of her body. The contours of her soft bottom were incredible and I fired off another series of shots in an effort to capture this tantalizing bodyscape bathed in the soft lights in the studio.

Feeling bolder, I asked her to pull the fabric around her and sit up while I snapped some shots, and then I asked her to stand and cover her body with the fabric while I moved around the studio and took some pictures from several angles. I could tell that we were nearing the end of our session, and so I made one last calculated move to see how far she would go in the name of art.

"We're down to our last few shots today, Rujuta," I said in a very relaxed voice. "This is the time to create some final loving images just for your husband." I watched her intently and I could see that she was not quite sure of my intentions, so I continued in the same calm voice. "You have been a wonderful model for me all afternoon, but you came here to create something beautiful for Karan. Try to imagine that he is the one standing here looking at you instead of me.

She looked at me with those large innocent eyes that seemed to be asking what I wanted her to do. I did not speak another word, but after a short pause, I gave a small nod to signal my intent. She continued to stand without saying a word for what seemed to be an eternity, and then released her grip on the fabric without warning. In one glorious moment, the satin cloth lay on the floor and she stood before me completely naked. I am sure that my gasp was audible as I stood silently and gazed at her. Her body was more magnificent that I imagined, the breasts even more perfect and that soft patch of hair between her legs even more inviting. She hardly moved and I noticed that the room was suddenly silent.

I managed to break out of my brief reverie and jumped up to get some pictures. The scene was almost dreamlike and I was afraid that I would blink and she would be gone. As I started to move around the studio snapping photos, Rujuta instinctively tried to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms. I worked with this natural pose for a short time, and was about ready to ask her to change position when I realized that it did not seem right to break the silence. Instead, I did what I seldom do as a photographer—I made physical contact with my model. I moved closer, turned her face gently with my hands, and then brushed her hair off her shoulders. I stepped back to get some shots and then moved back to make some other slight alterations.

As I grew bolder, I took the hand that covered one of her breasts and gently moved it to her side. As I worked, I allowed my own hand to graze her soft flesh as I slid her hand to a new position. I did the same with her other hand so that I could have an unobstructed view of the private parts that she had struggled so hard all afternoon to conceal from my view. The room was still eerily silent as I gently guided her body through a series of poses. I watched her expressions intently to be sure that she was not uncomfortable or frightened, but all I saw was an enigmatic smile and what I took to be a serene look in her eyes.

Feeling bolder, I asked her to pull the fabric around her and sit up while I snapped some shots, and then I asked her to stand and cover her body with the fabric while I moved around the studio and took some pictures from several angles. I could tell that we were nearing the end of our session, and so I made one last calculated move to see how far she would go in the name of art.

"We're down to our last few shots today, Rujuta," I said in a very relaxed voice. "This is the time to create some final loving images just for your husband." I watched her intently and I could see that she was not quite sure of my intentions, so I continued in the same calm voice. "You have been a wonderful model for me all afternoon, but you came here to create something beautiful for Karan. Try to imagine that he is the one standing here looking at you instead of me.

She looked at me with those large innocent eyes that seemed to be asking what I wanted her to do. I did not speak another word, but after a short pause, I gave a small nod to signal my intent. She continued to stand without saying a word for what seemed to be an eternity, and then released her grip on the fabric without warning. In one glorious moment, the satin cloth lay on the floor and she stood before me completely naked. I am sure that my gasp was audible as I stood silently and gazed at her. Her body was more magnificent that I imagined, the breasts even more perfect and that soft patch of hair between her legs even more inviting. She hardly moved and I noticed that the room was suddenly silent.

I managed to break out of my brief reverie and jumped up to get some pictures. The scene was almost dreamlike and I was afraid that I would blink and she would be gone. As I started to move around the studio snapping photos, Rujuta instinctively tried to cover her nakedness with her hands and arms. I worked with this natural pose for a short time, and was about ready to ask her to change position when I realized that it did not seem right to break the silence. Instead, I did what I seldom do as a photographer—I made physical contact with my model. I moved closer, turned her face gently with my hands, and then brushed her hair off her shoulders. I stepped back to get some shots and then moved back to make some other slight alterations.

As I grew bolder, I took the hand that covered one of her breasts and gently moved it to her side. As I worked, I allowed my own hand to graze her soft flesh as I slid her hand to a new position. I did the same with her other hand so that I could have an unobstructed view of the private parts that she had struggled so hard all afternoon to conceal from my view. The room was still eerily silent as I gently guided her body through a series of poses. I watched her expressions intently to be sure that she was not uncomfortable or frightened, but all I saw was an enigmatic smile and what I took to be a serene look in her eyes.

I wish the session could have gone on forever, but the silence was shattered by the sound of the chime in the historic clock that I kept in the front room. When I set my camera down, Rujuta knew that we were finished, and she turned without a word to return to the dressing area. She had just given me the most memorable afternoon of my career, yet I was unsure how she felt about these last few minutes. I was afraid that I may have offended or humiliated her by urging her to bare herself completely, but when she came out wearing her street clothes again, she kissed me on the check and whispered, "Thank You" in my ear. She then headed home to her husband while I retreated to the bathroom to relieve my horniness in the only way I could at the moment.

Rujuta came back to the studio a week later to pick up her album. I invited her to take a seat in the small lounge area that I had set up in the back of the shop and we spent the better part of an hour looking over the images that we had created together. Every time we came to one of the more revealing photographs, she would flash a tight, enigmatic smile as if to indicate that she still could not believe that she had posed for me like that.