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Aditi - Attending Photo Shoot

This past New Year day my wife gave me an incredible present. It was a photo album, which she made me promise never to show to anyone else. I reluctantly agreed. I say reluctantly because it is a shame she will not let me share it with the world. You see, it is filled with high quality, glossy color photos of Aditi in various stages of undress and in all kinds of provocative poses.

The pictures were taken by a professional photographer, and I rate them as being nearly of the same quality as the glamorous erotic shoots are done for a magazine. There are pictures of her in elegant attire, in flimsy lace nighties and undies, and in revealing swim suits. I would put her up against centerfolds anytime.

It is real shame others can’t see these pictures, I told her. But I promised her. I had asked Aditi to have some cheesy pictures taken a couple of times during our marriage, but she never showed much interest. She said she thought she would be too embarrassed to ever pose foe a photographer.

After giving me the album, she laughed and said it had taken some doing to actually go through with it. She made three appointments with Monty, a photographer friend of ours, before she had them taken. She chickened out of an October appointment at the last moment. She canceled a second appointment the week before. Thanks giving because her period started.

She finally had the shoot the week after Thanksgiving. The photographs made Aditi look unbelievably sexy. On New Year morning, after she gave me the album, I soon had her back in our bedroom making passionate love. Since then we have kept the album in a dresser drawer, and I have looked at it more times than I can count.

When Aditi comes into the bedroom and sees me looking at them, she grins, knowing she is about to get fucked now. Aditi had been evasive when I asked how it was for her. Last night she saw me looking at the album and said, “You really love those, don’t you, Sanju?” I nodded eagerly and grinned. She said, “Would you like to see more?”

I nodded even more avidly. “Did you do another shoot?” I asked. Aditi shrugged and replied coyly. “Well, no. But I had more pictures taken that day. They were to be just for me, but I will let you see them if you want to.” I was nodding and panting like a puppy dog indicating how much I did.

Aditi went to one of her dresser drawers to retrieve the key to the cedar chest at the foot of our bed where she keeps personal keepsakes. She kept talking as she opened the chest. “I want to warn you, honey. These pictures are a lot more risqué.” Wow, I thought. I was so excited; I figured all I had to do was touch my hard cock and I would come.

Aditi retrieved another album from the bottom of the chest. She clutched it to her and said, “Before I let you see this, I want you to promise me you won’t be upset. You will see me completely exposed. Does that bother you?” I shook my head as I reached for the album, but she still held on to it.

“Wait,” she said. “There’s more.” “More?” I said. I had to restrain myself from just grabbing the album. “There’s somebody else in some of the pictures,” she said, watching my reaction closely. What she saw was a shit eating grin and eyeballs popping out of my head. “His name is suraj. He’s an assistant of Monty’s and a male model.

Sanju, you’ve always claimed you’re not the jealous type. These pictures will put you to the test. They show us naked, fooling around, in all kinds of suggestive poses. Sure you can handle it?” My dick was actually throbbing as I nodded. Aditi finally handed me the album. The first pictures were of Aditi in lingerie like I’d never seen her wear.

Every square inch of her luscious body was exposed. There was even a close up of her juicy cunt with her pussy lips apart with her fingers. Then I got to the pictures with suraj, a tall, well built, dark skinned black man. The pictures started out with him in tux and her in a short white dress. She wore pearl necklace, matching earrings and white spiked heels.

Their dancing poses turned to undressing and suggestive poses. I almost came in my pants when I saw my wife bent over backward in suraj’s arms, her strapless dress off her boobs, his tongue touching one of her erect nipples. There was one of suraj, his coat off, shirt open, trousers at his knees. Aditi was curtsied in front of him. His huge black cock stood out.

Her dainty hand held it, and her open mouth was only an inch from his the big head. Next there was Aditi; dress bunched around her waist, lying on a circular bed with suraj hunched over her, his tongue practically touching her exposed cunt. I groaned when I saw the next ones. suraj had his trousers down to his knees. Aditi’s dress was around her waist.
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