Illicit Affair

Previously.

Damir, Bosnian, and Zahra, Persian, are married, but not to each other. They temporarily live in the studio of Bosnian artist Senad, who is away. Damir teaches Zahra to swim and have anal sex.

He uses two dildos. The smaller one, called Amor, is for anal penetration. The larger one, with three internal steel balls, called Bouncer, is for vaginal penetration. He also occasionally uses a soft suede flogger and cotton shibari ropes.

Each part in this series describes the events of one or two days of the week. Part 20, for example, describes Friday and Saturday, while Part 21 describes Sunday.

Karolina is a Polish student, who works for an NGO which is in the same building as Senad's studio.

Jill is from New Zealand and works for a large travel agency. She is Zahra and Damir's swimming partner.

Sekou and Ibrahim volunteer for the same NGO as Karolina.

Adam, Agniezska, Jacek, Grzegorz, and Zuzanna are Polish students from the same college as Karolina. Damir works as a lecturer in the same college, but none of the six Poles are his students.

Zahra, Jill, Karolina, and Damir have private emails, whose names are Shirin1177, Kiwi1177, Antifa1177, and Farhad1177.

Illicit Affair - Part 27

Saturday morning was the start of a sexually charged weekend. I woke up still spooning Zahra. Today was the day of a big pro-peace march, with many trade unions encouraging their members to attend. I prepared a variant of an English breakfast with chicken sausages and turkey ham. Zahra was still asleep, so I waited.

Farhad1177

> Are you up?

Farhad1177

> Are you up?

Antifa1177

> I'm up. I couldn't sleep from excitement.

Farhad1177

> We are still in the phase of waking up. I prepared the breakfast, but comrade Zahra is still sleeping like a princess. I will wake her up soon.

Antifa1177

> I think that Ibrahim, Tom, and Sekou are already in our building. You can supercharge them with a lovemaking session with Zahra.

Farhad1177

> Will you come in early?

Antifa1177

> Yes. I will be there in one hour.

Farhad1177

> We will prepare you breakfast if you care to come up. Okay?

Antifa1177

> Okay. See you. Over and out.

Kiwi1177

> I'm up now.

Farhad1177

> Are you in the mood for love?

Kiwi1177

> Good one. I am. Are you?

Farhad1177

> I am.

Kiwi1177

> And Zahra?

Farhad1177

> Also. Today she slept longer, we have a busy day in front of us. We will both play the role of photographers in today's pro-peace march. You know how I enjoy this hobby of mine, even if it isn't erotic. Tomorrow we have so much time, I can take photos of you alone that you might really like. We can also finally preview photos from last Sunday. They are still not sorted and edited because my week was rather busy. Tomorrow we will have enough time to do this together.

Kiwi1177

> Do I have to wear something special, or do you just want me naked?

Farhad1177

> I will show you my home fashion catalogue with Zahra. If you like it, we will do a similar album for you. I will delete all files from my camera and let you keep the rest in a password-protected archive. You will be the only person knowing what the password is, so no one besides you can watch the photos.

Zahra has four sets of lingerie, black, white, blue, and red. Tomorrow they will be clean for you to wear. Since you are 10 centimeters taller than Zahra, her chemises will be shorter than they usually are, but they will be long enough to cover your waist.

Kiwi1177

> I love to pose for you, but you know that already. I like how you fucked me last Sunday. I'm sure you can come up with many new ideas for our threesome. I'm only in my pajamas now and my hand is inside my pants.

Farhad1177

> Don't you have panties on?

Kiwi1177

> No. I sleep without panties, except when I have a monthly period.

Farhad1177

> So you are rubbing yourself while texting me?

Kiwi1177

> You bet I am. At this moment, I can think only about your hard cock. I want to watch from close range how this monster of yours stretches Zahra's tight pussy while she wriggles her cute butt on all fours like Red Riding Hood playing the role of wolf's bitch. Better yet, you can make a movie with your underwater camera while you fuck me. Or you can fuck me in front of a mirror.

Farhad1177

> I have an idea concerning mirrors. Now I have three nude models, so I might invest in some things that are missing in the studio. Photographers' studios are similar but not quite the same as the painter and sculptor studios. I know a colleague from the college who wants to get rid of three classical portable oval mirrors, which are quite big. We can use them for sex and photography, as you want. With those mirrors, I can make you watch my penetration into your pussy.

Kiwi1177

> I love the idea of making a home sex video. We could fuck and film, edit the footage, watch it, and delete it. I'm very aroused about the idea of being a voyeur. We only need two more cameras, one for distance shots, one for closeup, and one handheld.

Since we are three, we could film three movies. We would call it The Voyeur Plus, because the third person not only watches how the other two fuck, but also directs and records the sex of the couple in action.

Farhad1177

> This is an excellent idea. I know that we could produce movie clips that would top all kinds of porn tube best-of lists, but I'm not ready to sacrifice my anonymity for success in this endeavor.

Kiwi1177

> I totally agree, but I would like to see the product before we press delete.

Farhad1177

> Sorry Jill, but duty calls me. See you, wash you, kiss you, lick you, suck you, bite you, spank you, fuck you tomorrow. BTW, today we will watch Utu and Once Were Warriors. Over and out.

Kiwi1177

> Bye-bye, king of pussy eaters.

Lina knocked at the door. Zahra was already finished with her breakfast, so Lina and I ate alone, while Zahra cooked three new cups of coffee. Lina was eating with a great appetite, as was I, both with great expectation considering the success of today's march. Zahra poured our coffees and went to prepare our photo equipment. After we finished with breakfast, I took two big bags with our laundry to my car.

When I returned to the Atelier, I met Zuzanna at the stairs.

- Good morning dr. Omerbegović.

- Good morning Zuzanna. Are you looking for Karolina?

- Yes. Do you know where she is?

- In the studio where we live with Zahra. They are probably talking or washing the dishes. Come with me to the attic.

- The four of us will be together today if I understand correctly.

- It seems that this is Karolina's general idea. Do you have a camera?

- Only a phone but it can make quite decent pictures. I will be sort of a bodyguard for your wife.

- Karolina told me, that you train in martial arts. Kickbox, unless I'm mistaken.

- Yes. Soon it will be 10 years since I started practicing

- I've been a swimmer for more than 20 years.

- Karolina told me that.

We arrived at the door of Senad's studio. I knocked loudly and waited for Zahra to open the door since I hated the idea that Zuzanna could find Lina and Zahra in some intimate positions. Lina did not seem to be eager to explain to Zuzanna that we would soon be more than just her friends, so I would never reveal the secret to Lina's mates.

- Is it time to go, girls?

- Yes. I have to pick a megaphone, and Zuzka will pick a banner. If you have your cameras ready, we can go.

- I'm ready.

- Zahra, did you put my telephoto lens in the bag?

- Yes. I packed you a spare memory card, a spare set of batteries, three lenses, filters, all that I could think of.

- Good. So we are all set to go.

The corridor of our building was buzzing with young and old, men and women, with banners and without, Europeans, Asians, and Africans. A bunch of extreme diversity, with only a common theme that some part of their clothing confesses their belief in the idea of democratic socialism.

When we passed, most of those people greeted Lina, she was obviously a well-known figure. A few people complimented us on our outfit, referring to the three matching berets. Zahra's face and outfit, especially her dimije pants, showed that she was Muslim from West Asia, so a group of five boys addressed her in Farsi. She spoke with them for a good 10 minutes, while Lina, Zuzanna, and I were talking in a mixture of Polish, Czech, and Bosnian. Slowly people started to move towards the starting point of the march We left the building and went with the flow.

The four of us together were an interesting and photogenic mix of colours, clothing styles, and props, so the photographers from serious media, like BBC, The Guardian, and The Independent, took our photo. Lina told me a lot about many regular participants and even introduced me as a new important figure in their movement, which was definitely not quite true, but I would never contradict Lina in front of her acquaintances.

I took a lot of photos, the spirit of camaraderie and nonviolence was prevailing everywhere. The march was over in one hour. We faced some policemen at a close distance, but except for a few insults nothing came out of it. At some point, I saw Adam and Agnieszka, but they were talking to some people I didn't know, so I did not interfere with their conversation.

Ibrahim and Sekou were at the head of the march, among those who carried the biggest banner, so I haven't talked with them.

Zahra and I were for once not holding hands because we kept them busy with our cameras. A decent number of older participants were ready to pose for us and then chat about their lives, Margaret Thatcher, Jeremy Corbyn, and Tariq Ali. In the end, I can say that marching with this colorful crowd of people was a very positive experience for Zahra and me.

After the march was over, we returned back to the Atelier. We left our equipment and went to the car. Lina called the Indian restaurant and ordered three masala dishes, to be delivered to my old address. We took the laundry to the basement and turned on the washing machine. Almost immediately after that, our order was delivered. We ate in the kitchen and cleaned it.

I brought the computer and we all crammed into a 140 cm wide bed in the guest room. Zahra was in the middle, which felt the best. We watched a film called Utu, about a painful part of New Zealand's history. After the movie we put the second round of laundry in the washing machine and went upstairs to watch Once Were Warriors, which turned out to be a contemporary drama about poverty and alcoholism.

By the time we arrived back to the Atelier it was 5 o'clock. Zahra prepared us a kettle of boiling water which we used to make us instant noodles cup. After we cleaned up, we looked at each other questioningly. Are we really going to love each other here and now, or is it too early? I said we could at least take a shower and brush our teeth, and then let go with the flow. If we have concerns of any nature, we can at least spend one nudist evening together.

Girls immediately agree with my reasoning.

- Let's go to the working desk and strip. We can form three piles of clothes on the desk. Let's do it simultaneously. We should first switch off all the lights, except the bathroom one.

I went to the bathroom and turned on the light. Zahra went to the entrance, where the switches are, and turned all of them off. We stepped towards the working table, Zahra in the middle, I on her right side and Lina on her left side. I started with a sweater and they both followed my example. I took off my shirt, and they followed. I took off my undershirt, and they followed.

- Now you unhook the bra, which I don't have.

- Yes, Master Omerbegović.

I took off my pants, and they followed. I took off my underpants, and they followed. Finally we took off our socks. We were all fully naked. I extended my arms to both of them and we walked into the bathroom. We all stood up in the bathtub and I turned on the shower. Zahra took the bottle of shampoo and squeezed it in our palms. We each washed mostly ourselves. When we were finished, we all went to the sink and shared the same toothpaste. In less than 15 minutes we were fully prepared to improvise our version of an international nude day.

When we returned to divanhana, it was almost pitch dark. We pulled down the mattress and laid the bedding on top of it. Zahra lay in the middle of the mattress, Lina on her left side and I on her right.

- Do you like the feeling of being naked?

- Yes.

- Me too.

- Can we start with The Voyeur? Do you both understand its rules?

- I'm all for it. I would like to be the first voyeur. The two of you are so used to making love, that it should not be a problem for you.

I nodded in approval and looked at Zahra.

- Are you ready to teach Karolina some new tricks?

- Please call me Lina, when we are alone.

- Sure, Lina. Do you have any idea, what you want us to do?

- Just make love like when you are alone.

- How much involvement do you want?

- I will watch you two and masturbate.

I kissed Zahra, who was closer to me. Zahra kissed Lina like she wanted to tell her she was welcome in our bed. I leaned across Zahra and gently kissed Lina's mouth. I turned Zahra on her left side and spooned her. I fondled her boobs until her nipples became hard. I let her fall on her back again. Lina was very close to her, carefully watching the events. I smiled at her and started to very slowly kiss Zahra's body, from neck to boobs, down the stomach. I stopped at her pussy and lick it for a minute or two, then proceeded to kiss her inner thighs, followed by kissing her legs all the way to her toes. Zahra moaned softly, while Lina held her right hand.

- You see Lina, what the warm-up looks like. It's called kiss every inch of me.

- I love being so close to you. Thank you both for this experience.

I told Zahra to flip around on her stomach. I started to whisper in her ear how beautiful she was, followed by kissing her neck. I proceeded to kiss her back going down the spine. I kissed and bit her butt for a few minutes, then moved down her legs, all the way to her heels. All this time, Lina held Zahra's hand.

- This is one sort of foreplay. Lina, please remember that the skin is the largest sexual organ.

- Will you do this to me as well?

- Only if you want me to.

- I want.

- By now Zahra's pussy is surely very very wet, as her moans are telling me.

I told Zahra to flip again. I took hold of her left knee and foot and bent her left leg into the 90-degree angle. I also bend her right leg and lay down at the top of her. Lina let go of Zahra's hand and moved her face closer to Zahra's hips. I knelt between Zahra's legs and put the tip of my dick into her pussy. I supported myself with my extended arms, so Lina was able to see how my dick slowly slid into Zahra's pussy. Zahra started to moan again.

Lina found Zahra's hand again and squeezed it lovingly. I lay on top of Zahra so that my crotch was rubbing against her clit. I started to rock back and forth, while my cock was fully inside her. Her moaning was getting louder. Lina could not be silent anymore.

- Keep fucking her and make her come.

- I will show you some additional positions, which work fine for girls that are fucked.

I pulled out and knelt again. I caught Zahra's ankles with my hands and put them around my waist. She wrapped her legs forcefully and held me close with her arms. I kissed her and turned to Lina.

- Help me. Put your hand on my cock and put it in Zahra's pussy..... Good girl. You can watch anything you like.

I continued to fuck Zahra again, slowly in and slowly out, until she started to moan loudly. I stopped again, took off Zahra's ankles, and put them on my shoulders. She was elastic enough for this position. This time I didn't have to say anything. Lina grabbed my cock and put its tip at the entrance to Zahra's Persian delight. I started to fuck her until she was ready to come.

- Kiss her, Lina. Kiss her mouth.

Lina was not embarrassed. She connected her lips with Zahra's and kissed her lovingly. Zahra began to breathe rapidly. I put my right hand around her and started toying with her rosebud. These three simultaneous actions brought her above the top. She parted her lips with Lina and moaned.

- Fuck me Damir! Keep fucking me! Just like this! Fuuuuck me! aaaaaaah

- Oh my God! This is so hot. I love watching it. Zahra, you are fantastic.

Zahra was panting and shaking all over. Lina was kissing her and caressing her hair.

- You were so good. You are so beautiful.

- Thank you. I'm sorry if I was too loud.

- Nonsense. I would love to enjoy myself so much, that I would shamelessly scream my orgasm for all those stupid fucks to hear.

I lay down on Zahra's left side. I stroked both girls' hair with my hand.

- You two are so very cute. Now it's time for me to enjoy watching how my two girlfriends devote themselves to pleasing each other when I'm not home.

- We should wait for Zahra to rest.

- I can go on, no need to wait for me.

I stood up and sat on an armchair with a semi-hard cock.

- I don't know what to do. I never made love with a girl. Help us with instruction, Master Omerbegović. Be our director.

- Okay. I will help you in the beginning. Listen very carefully, because I will say this only once. Zahra, lie on your back... That's it. Just relax. Are you relaxed?

- Yes.

- Okay. Lina, have you watched my foreplay?

- Yes. Should I imitate you?

- Precisely that. Think of the mantra: I will kiss every inch of you, and act accordingly. If you elicit a moan from Zahra, then you are doing something right. Just go for it. You are not some sissy, you are an Antifa warrior, so act accordingly... Zahra, don't hold back when you are making love to Lina. Don't think that I will be jealous if you come while Lina licks your pussy. I'm a voyeur by my own choice... Okay, time for action. Lina, kiss Zahra because you love it.

Lina was not a coward and all she needed was a little encouragement.

- Girls, turn on your sides and face each other... That's it. Kiss each other... Good girls. Now bring your boobs together... That's it. Good girls... Zahra lay on your back again... Lina, kiss her everywhere as I did... From up here you look lovely... Now the big thing. Lick her pussy and clit for two minutes at least.

Lina managed to make Zahra moan softly. The pride could be seen on her face, despite the dim light in the studio.

- Now go to down thighs... That's it, Lina. Good girl. You see how easy it is.... Now it's time to switch. Lina lay on your back. Zahra, kiss every inch of her.

Zahra didn't need any instructions to perform the oral ministration for the third time this afternoon. She was a natural learner because in the last months, she lost all of her shyness. She obviously enjoyed the excitement of being the active partner, so her moans were even louder than Lina's.