My age is 25 and my wife is 23. She is very beautiful and her best feature is her full breasts which I have made bigger by squeezing and playing with them often. Her pussy is small and extremely tight. Whenever I fuck her it feels amazing. Even today her pussy is simply irresistible.
It was Valentine’s Day. My wife and I had planned to go out for dinner in the evening and I had decided I would fuck her hard that night. When I returned from the office she was already dressed in a beautiful saree. She looked so stunning that I wanted to fuck her right there, but I controlled myself thinking the night was still ahead.
She said she wanted to get some photos clicked. I told her it was already 8 PM and most studios would be closed, but she insisted. I took her around the city but every studio was shut. Finally she gave me one more address. When we reached there the studio was still open.
My wife was happy and we both went inside. A young guy was sitting at the reception and another man, the cameraman, was inside taking photos of a boy. The cameraman came out and asked if we wanted photos. I said yes, both of us. He asked us to come inside.
He showed us a small room to get ready. Then he said he would first take my wife’s solo photos. My wife agreed and told him to take hers first then ours together. He said okay.
He asked me to sit on the side on a table and I sat there. He positioned my wife and started taking shots from behind. Then he asked her to come to the center and showed her how to stand. He touched her hand first and told her to stay like that. While taking photos her hair kept falling on her face so he went close and tucked her hair behind her ear with his fingers. Sometimes his fingers brushed her cheeks. My wife seemed to enjoy it.
He touched her cheeks like this several times. After taking a few photos he asked me to join. He made me stand behind her and placed one of my hands on her breasts and the other on her thigh. In doing so he also got to touch her breasts and thigh. He looked very pleased.
He took our photo. Her saree pallu was at the back so he suggested she bring it forward for better shots. My wife said she didn’t know how to drape it properly. The cameraman offered to help but said he wasn’t expert either. Finally he suggested taking seated poses.
He explained how she should sit and guided her hands. He held her hand and placed it near her breasts, pressing her left breast lightly. Then he placed her other hand on her cheek, brushing it again. He took the photo.
Later he went behind her to show the digital photos. While standing close he brushed her breasts with his elbow. He asked her to come back after two days.
Two days later my wife said give me money to collect the photos. I gave her 150 rupees. She said she would go in the evening. I decided to follow her secretly because I suspected the cameraman would not miss the chance with her alone.
In the evening she went to the studio and I followed. No one was at the reception. There was a small glass window through which I could see everything inside.
The cameraman came out from the inner room and said, “Madam you came. I was waiting for you.” My wife smiled and said okay. He praised her saying her photos were very good and she looked very beautiful. She felt happy.
He said the photos would have been better if the pallu was in front. My wife replied she didn’t have the saree now as it belonged to her friend. The cameraman immediately said he had a saree and would click free photos if she wanted. She agreed.
He told her the saree was inside and she could wear it. She said she didn’t know how to wear it. He said wear the blouse and petticoat and he would drape the saree. She went inside and changed into the red blouse and petticoat.
She called him and said she was ready. He smiled and asked her to come out as no one was there. When she came out I was stunned. She looked gorgeous in the tight red blouse. Her fair skin and full breasts were clearly visible. The blouse perfectly hugged her curves and her slim waist looked amazing.
The cameraman praised her saying she looked very beautiful. His eyes were full of lust. He went close and started draping the saree. His cock was already hard inside his pants.
He placed his hands on her stomach first. Then slowly his hand moved down to her ass and pressed it lightly. My wife didn’t stop him, only her breathing became faster.
While draping the pallu he touched her breasts and squeezed them hard. My wife was getting aroused. He took full advantage and started massaging her breasts over the blouse. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh. My wife’s eyes were half closed and she had a small smile on her lips.
He opened the hooks of her blouse and removed it. Then he unhooked her bra and took it off too. Her big round breasts were now completely bare with stiff pink nipples. He grabbed both breasts with his hands and squeezed them hard. My wife moaned, “Aahh ahhh…” and said “Press harder… even harder…”
He sucked one nipple hard into his mouth while squeezing the other. My wife pressed his head deeper into her chest. His hand then moved down to her pussy. She became even more excited.
His fingers caressed her inner thighs and then reached her wet pussy lips. My wife shivered. He removed her petticoat and all remaining clothes. She stood completely naked, her body glowing with lust, her pussy already dripping.
My wife grabbed his cock and stroked it. She opened his pants, pulled out his thick hard cock and started sucking it with her hot wet mouth, taking it deep and sucking hard.
Then he lifted my wife roughly in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, and carried her while pushing his rock-hard cock deep into her tight pussy in standing position. He fucked her so hard while carrying her, slamming her body up and down on his thick shaft with powerful thrusts. My wife screamed in pleasure and pain, “Aahh… fuck me harder… oh yes!” He pounded her mercilessly in the carry and fuck position, his heavy balls slapping against her ass as her bouncing tits pressed against his chest. Her tight pussy stretched wide around his girth, creaming heavily on his veiny cock.
After that he laid her naked on the bed, spread her legs wide and slammed his thick cock into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. She cried out loudly from the rough stretch but soon started moaning like a feral slut as he fucked her harder and harder. He pounded her with raw intensity, his hips slamming against her like a machine, destroying her tight little cunt. She screamed in pleasure, “Fuck me harder… ohh yes… more… don’t stop!” He choked her lightly, slapped her bouncing tits, and hammered her dripping pussy mercilessly.
He came deep inside her with powerful spurts, filling her wrecked cunt with his hot thick cum. My wife also climaxed hard at the same time, her body shaking violently and her pussy clenching around his pulsing cock.
After some time he fucked her again even harder in the same position, pounding her cum-filled pussy with savage strokes. The room was filled with the wet slapping sounds of rough sex and her loud moaning.
After they finished he took many close-up photos of her used and swollen pussy. He spread her swollen pussy lips showing his cum inside and also took photos with his cock half inside her. My wife gave her a copy of all these photos later.
I used to secretly look at those photos when she was not home and masturbate hard seeing my wife’s stretched pussy and the cameraman’s cock inside her.
Now whenever my wife feels horny she goes to him and gets fucked hard. I know everything but I don’t stop her because it makes me happy to see her satisfied. A happy wife means a happy life.
My wife is now completely free. She goes to him without hesitation, gets naked and lets him fuck her dripping pussy for hours. I know all this from the glow on her face and the marks on her body. I enjoy imagining it and masturbating.
In the next story I will tell how the cameraman made my wife his bitch.