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Previously: Damir is a man who was born in Bosna. He completed bachelor’s and master’s degrees in Bosna. He was a member of the swimming team, an amateur photographer and journalist for a local student newspaper. He came to the UK legally as a recipient of the British Council grant. He stayed for three years in Manchester to complete his doctoral degree. There he met another doctoral student, an English woman called Kate. They were very different in many respects, even incompatible, but they were passionately attracted to each other. After three years of wild sex and hard work, they both received PhD, got married, and moved to London. Kate joined a large international tech company, while Damir got a postdoc position at a smaller college of London University. During the last five years, Kate and Damir gradually drifted apart. Now they live together more like friends. The erotic spark in their relationship is no longer present. Kate is against anal sex, and also not very fond of oral sex.
Zahra was born in Iran. Her family moved to the UK when Zahra was 7. She studied in London, where she met her husband Malcolm who works for the same global corporation as Kate. Her husband treats her more like a servant. Moreover, her husband is cheating on her with Damir’s wife Kate. Zahra was a virgin, when she met Malcolm and during her marriage, she never experienced good healthy loving sex. Secretly, she watches female solo clips on the Internet and masturbates. Zahra works as a kindergarten teacher.
Damir was intrigued with Zahra for more than a year. When he finally got a chance to speak with her, he discovered that she might be his ideal partner. Zahra initially asked Damir if he could be her swimming instructor. Damir found a pool suitable for one-on-one swimming sessions and prepared a detailed plan for 30 sessions, starting with the basics of holding streamline and flutter kick. Damir takes Zahra to the swimming shop and helps her choose beginner accessories. Zahra shows him her body in a swimming suit, formally asking for his opinion, but in fact, creates a moment of bond of intimacy.
Starting in Part 2, Zahra and Damir go to the swimming pool on every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon, without anyone knowing it. Before swimming, they go together for lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant, which is close to both, the kindergarten and the college. After the swimming, they frequent a Chinese restaurant where they serve dumplings.
In Part 3 Zahra and Damir chat via their secret accounts, called Shirin1177 and Farhad1177. Their secret nicknames come from a famous 1177 A.D. Persian poem. During their chats, it turns out that Damir’s wife had an ongoing affair with Zahra’s husband. After that revelation, chats between Shirin1177 and Farhad1177 became a “truth-dare” type of sexting. Zahra and Damir confess they are in love.
Damir decides he wants to live with Zahra on a 24/7 basis, so he asks his friend Senad, an artist who has a studio in the attic of an old building, but now lives in Bosna, if he can use it permanently. Damir also initiated the “face the truth” meeting between all four participants and announced his solution, which he calls permanent wife-swap. There will be no official divorce. Kate and Malcolm were to be free to live in both houses, except on Saturday morning, when Zahra and Damir will use Damir’s washing machine for laundry. This agreement is reached in Part 4, after which Kate and Malcolm don’t appear anymore in Illicit Affair Series.
Starting with Part 4, Zahra asks Damir to teach her anal sex. Damir plans to accomplish this task in a similar way to his swimming lessons, who starts with the basics and a based on the small graduate process. His approach to anal sex starts with the phrase “I will wash every inch of you”, with erotic photo sessions in sensual classical lingerie, with “I will kiss every inch of you”. It turns out that Zahra also enjoys gentle spanking on her ass and symbolic cotton rope bondage. When Zahra start to enjoy rimming in various positions, Damir introduced finger penetration, combined with oral stimulation.
In the sequel, two more girls are introduced. Jill is from New Zealand, and since last year works for a large tourist agency in London, and Karolina, a Polish student and antiwar activist. Jill would like to learn how to swim like a pro. She finally managed to convince Damir to let her join his one-on-one swimming course. Karolina works as a student volunteer for an NGO whose offices are in the same building as Zahra’s and Damir’s The Atelier a.k.a. Senad’s studio. Their accidental meetings for now resulted in Zahra and Damir joining one of the antiwar marches as photographers.
The next step in anal sex is accomplished when Damir replaces his finger with a small dildo he names Amor.
Series now progresses in day-by-day eskişehir escort fashion. One part, 6 pages in OpenOffice Writer, depicts two to four days, depending on how many novelties there are in the life of the couple in love.
Part 13
Monday morning we woke up early. After breakfast, we went to work. We met Karolina on the stairs halfway down.
– Good morning. Are you going to work?
– Good morning Karolina. Yes, we go to work.
– I went through your pictures from Saturday’s march. Some of them are very good indeed. I uploaded several of them on our web page. I hope you don’t mind.
– Of course, I don’t mind. This was our agreement from the beginning.
– We cannot pay you.
– This is okay. You never promised you would.
– Okay then. See you around.
– Today we go swimming. We will return late. Tomorrow afternoon we are free, so we can go somewhere for dinner together.
– I would like that. You are an interesting couple, I know that talking to you will be fun. See you tomorrow.
Monday is usually a very busy day for me, and that Monday was no different. I barely managed to prepare a new plan for Zahra and Jill.
Damir> Hello Jill. Below is the plan for today’s practice. Please bring fins, kickboard, snorkel, and nose clips. See you in the afternoon.
Session 10
10x push off into a streamline and return to the wall
10 x 25m flutter kick with board and snorkel
10 x 25m catchup freestyle with board
10 x 25m single-hand freestyle with snorkel
10 x 25m freestyle with snorkel
10 x 25m flutter kick on the back in bullet position
10 x 25m single-hand line pull backstroke
Jill> Thanks. I will definitely be there around 17:00.
After lunch, Zahra and I went directly to the swimming pool. Jill was late, so we waited and talked.
– What shall we do tonight?
– Go to sleep, what else?
– Not good enough for an insatiable couple. We must not disappoint our audience.
– That was a low blow. You told me, you don’t care if I’m loud when you fuck me.
– I’m sorry. It was an attempt to humor you, but a silly one. In fact, I love that you are loud. It boosts my male ego.
– I forgive you. Look, Jill is coming!
– This one sounds like a line from a pornographic video. Zahra informed Damir that Jill is coming.
Zahra showed me her middle finger and I started to laugh. Suddenly Jill approached us from behind.
– Good afternoon lovebirds. I see you are in a good mood today. What’s the joke about?
– Zahra just said that you are coming. Do you get it? “Jill is coming”.
– Sure I got it. It’s wide of the mark. Jill is rarely coming these days. If you want this to change, Damir should find me one of his Bosnian friends.
– You are a good sport, Jill. Thanks.
– Don’t mention it. Let’s go swimming.
The learning curve was slowly but unmistakably going up. Both girls were improving their swimming with each additional repetition. They understood swimmer’s slang well enough, that it was enough for me to say the name of the drill, so our session ended up earlier than I expected. After my additional drill, 1 kilometer = 10 times 100 medley, was completed, we went to the dressing room. As always, I dried Zahra’s long black hair. Today I divided it into halves and made her two braids. I helped her to put on the black coat and the red beret. Jill was ready before us. Her hair was blond and rather short, so it took her less time to dry it. We stepped into a cold Monday evening.
– Next time we must remember to bring your earmuffs.
– Winter will come soon. In Auckland is very hot and dry these days. I called my mother earlier today.
– Jill, have you ever visited the Cook Islands?
– Yes. When we offer holiday packages at a new destination, we must review the local situation and speak with accommodation providers, trip organizers, tour guides, drivers, diving instructors, you name it. Some things are easier to arrange eye to eye. I was there for two weeks, checking everything and talking to everyone. It is definitely worth going there for a shorter holiday. If you decide, you want to go there, I will help you organize the plane tickets with a stopover of your choice, perhaps Darwin, Hong Kong or Singapore. I will also reserve accommodation for you if you let me know, what you prefer.
– I do not like the idea of a huge all-inclusive mega hotel in a tropical paradise. A smaller hut, preferably alone on the premises.
– Far away from the maddening crowd?
– If something like that is still possible in our era. Zahra, have you any experience with diving?
– No. I went snorkeling with Malcolm, my ex-husband, during eskişehir escort bayan holidays on Rhodes. Did you ever try it?
– When I was still a student in Bosna, we went to visit a fellow student from Neum. This is a small piece of the Adriatic coast, which belongs to Bosna. He is a qualified diving instructor. I went with him a couple of times, so I’m familiar with the basics. If you want, we could take a beginner’s diving class in the Cook Islands.
– With you, I’m ready to try anything you say.
– Wow, Damir, you are one lucky man.
– I know I am.
We arrived at the Chinese restaurant. Zahra and Jill chatted about the Cook Islands most of the time. I was mostly quiet. In my head, I planned a lovemaking session for Tuesday afternoon. I interrupted them:
– Can you prepare us details? Say three weeks in late July and early August? Is it possible to have two 3-day stopovers, one in Singapore, and the second one in Hong Kong?
– Yes. If you plan in advance, stopovers are easy to incorporate. Let me see the calendar. Is the interval from July 20 th until August 10 th okay for you?
– Yes.
– For me also. With that far in advance, I will be able to get a leave.
– Good. We are settled. I will prepare you details before Wednesday’s swimming session.
We parted at the train platform as good friends by hugging each other. When we finally got back to Senad’s studio, we were both tired.
– Have you meant it? Are we really going to the Cook Islands for a holiday?
– Yes. I see no obstacles unless you are afraid of flying.
– I’m not. I would love to watch exotic coral reef fishes with you.
– Okay. This is our ultimate test. During the long trip, a couple is exposed to many possible awkward situations and also possible boredom. If we can stand each other company 24/7 for three whole weeks, then our decision to break up previous marriages was the correct one.
– Shall we go to sleep?
– Okay. Let’s go.
Tuesday morning started with sunshine. We prepared the breakfast and went to work. I called Senad and told him that all was okay with his studio. We chatted for about a quarter of an hour about our mutual comrades in Sarajevo and Tuzla. Later I had a consultation with students about their seminal work until lunchtime. I strolled to the Vietnamese restaurant. For once I was there before Zahra arrived.
– Hello. How are you? Is everything okay?
– Everything is fine. Did you have a busy day?
– Rather busy in fact. I supervise a group of students working on a joint project. They came to my office today to review together with me the materials they have prepared so far. They were working very hard and there was a lot of material. I took some with me. I will try to review it until tomorrow. One of the boys will come by my office to pick it up tomorrow morning.
– All work and love for today and no sex?
– No. Love, sex, love, work. But first, let’s go in and order some tasty Pho.
At 16:30 we were back in our nest. I put my laptop on the desk and turned it on. When it was ready for use, I looked up the Cohen song Dance Me to the End of Love. I set the player on repeat mode and selected the icon “play”. I took off my gore-tex anorak and cap, and Zahra put down her coat, beret, sweater, and pants. I grabbed the beret and placed it back on her head.
– Zahra Khanum, can I invite you for an erotic dance?
– Yes, Damir Agha. You may.
I walked up to her. Neither of us was a very good dancer, but that didn’t bother us. It was our intimate life, where there was no one to judge us, where only our rules applied. We danced without shoes, just in socks. We danced through the first reprise of the song, and then, as the audience applauded, I undid the top two buttons of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and threw it into an armchair. Now she was wearing stockings, blue cotton panties, and a blue cotton undershirt. We danced one more repetition of the song, and then during the intermission, I took off her panties and threw them into the armchair as well. We danced a third repetition after which I put Zahra on my back and carried her to the bathroom.
I took off also her undershirt and socks and helped her get into the tub. She sat on the bottom, whilst I took the shower in one hand, the soap in the other, and started washing her thoroughly. I left the door open so Cohen was still playing for us. I knew the lyrics by heart. Zahra almost knew it, so we sang the song together as if our bathroom was a karaoke room.
– This is love. Of course, it can also be foreplay.
– Are you trying to fuck me?
– I don’t have to try. I can see your cheeks are already blushing, your nipples are hard, and your breathing is faster than before. In a minute or so, you will beg me to escort eskişehir fuck you.
– Never.
– Wait for me in the tub. In fact, please keep showering yourself like this, sitting down.
I went to the living room to fetch a reflector and camera. I set up the reflector and started taking photos from various angles, distances, and heights. I didn’t forget all the details, like face portrait, water cascading over her boobs, pussy being washed. I took more than 100 photos in a time span of five minutes.
– Please stand up and keep showering. Pick up the soap as well.
– Like this?
– Yes. Moreover, tease me, tease the photographer. Speak to me whatever comes to your mind.
– I bet your pants hide a massive hard-on.
– You would have won that one.
– I bet you want to kiss every inch of my skin.
– You won again.
– I bet you never have a better model than me.
– True. You are the most beautiful, most relaxed, most playful model of my entire career. These photos would easily become commercial. Our secrets will never be shown to any third party, but I bet that many “adult” magazines would be more than happy to promote your modeling.
I took further 100+ pictures in less than 10 minutes, from all feasible positions. I turned off the camera and reflector and put them back in the living room. Zahra called me back to the bathroom. She was bent over, with her hands grabbing the edge of the tub.
– Wash me.
I took the soap and lubricated my palms and fingers with it. I carefully washed the area around her rosebud and penetrated her with my middle finger, to wash the beginning of her anal cavity. When I was done, I washed my hands and stepped in front of her, facing away. I bent my knees so that she could throw her arms around my neck. I lifted her and took her to the mattress. We put it onto the floor and covered it with a shit.
– What’s on the menu today?
– I have a new dildo, called Bouncer. It’s bigger than Amor, and contains three rotating weighted balls inside the silicon shaft.
I brought the bouncer and lay down next to Zahra. I felt her pussy with my fingertips to confirm that it was already moist. I lay down on my left side and pulled her to me. I placed her right leg over mine, opening access to her pussy. I grabbed the bouncer with my hand and pressed lightly between her labia. The tip easily penetrated Zahra’s insides, so I increased the pressure a little. The bouncer slowly, millimeter by millimeter, planted itself inside her as I kissed her lips. In a few minutes, I managed to put a whole length in Zahra’s pussy. Zahra moaned as Bouncer’s base touched her clit. Cohen was still singing “dance me, dance me”, which was a perfect accompaniment to slow and gentle sex.
I rotated Zahra to her stomach. I put my left hand below her belly and further so that I could press Bouncer inside Zahra’s pussy. I started to softly sing Cohen’s lyrics into her ears, while my right hand roamed all over her spine, hips, thighs, and buttocks. Zahra was pushing her pelvis against my left palm, while three magic bolls magically massaged her pussy walls and her pleasure button rubbed against my palm. I started to gently spank her buttocks which elicited an even louder moan from Zahra’s mouth. Cohen and I were still singing to her. She closed her eyes and pushed back against my hand with even more fervor than before. When she was finally very close, I stopped what I was doing, before it could become painful. I gently pushed Zahra onto her back, pulled Bouncer out of her, started to suck her clit and at the same time started to penetrate her slowly with the dildo. In less than a minute, she screamed amidst a strong orgasm while I slowly pulled Bouncer out of her. She was crying again, as always when the orgasms came after the edging play. I lay by her side and she clenched her arms around my neck. I kissed her tears tenderly, while Cohen continued to sing accompanied by a burning violin.
– You are a very good girl and a fantastic lover. When I decided to persuade you to leave Malcolm, I never expected that our sexual life would be so wonderful.
– I love you, Damir, I love you more than I can tell with words.
– Will you clean our new friend?
– Where are you going?
– Nowhere. I was telling you the truth before. I must review the remaining materials from today’s session with my students. It will take me an hour or an hour and a half at the most.
Zahra stood up and went into the bathroom, to wash and disinfect the dildo. I went to the desk, took the materials from my bag, and started to read them. I wrote my comments with red ink directly on the margins of the printed sheets. Suddenly two sets of fingers covered my eyes.
– Who is it?
– A girl looking to be spanked?
– No, a pen sharpener. I heard there is a pen around here in dire need of sharpening.
– Sorry, it must be some misunderstanding. Here are only hard-working members of the working class.
– In front of every hard-working member of the working class, there should be the soft lips of a gently sucking working girl.
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