I thought it would be difficult to convince Zeenat, but I knew I could work on two of her weaknesses. One, was her desire to appear before the camera, something she still missed since giving up her modeling career. Though of course, she had never done it without her clothes on but once, when in jest, I said she could have earned a lot by becoming a nude model if we were in a more liberated country, to my surprise I could see that she didn’t really take it as a joke
And replied how she wished we could have been in America or Canada. That response always gave me hope. Besides, she had never really disagreed whenever I wanted her to wear revealing clothes. Second, and more important, was an element of greed in her. She is the sort of woman who loves making money. Although I earn enough for us to lead a comfortable life she still wants more and always complains that her job doesn’t pay enough. The amount Ejaz mentioned was almost twice her salary as a school teacher.
To cut it short, I raised the subject very casually over dinner that night, acting as if I couldn’t have cared less and that of course Zeenat could not do it. I soon had her all eager and excited. The only apprehension on her part was for being recognized but that was soon removed when I told her that the brochure would only be seen by an exclusive lot. The next day I was talking to Tim (short for Timore, the photographer) on the number given by Ejaz. Tim said first I should talk to Mrs. Ansari (the business woman)
And settle a time with her so that she could meet the model and give her approval. That having been done, Zeenat and I left our son at Zeenat’s sister on a Saturday and arrived at Mrs. Ansari’s place on the address given to me over the phone. It was an upscale area of the city where the rich and trendy usually lived. We were seated in a tastefully decorated guest room by a servant, and soon greeted by a woman probably in her late forties, a little plump, her complexion on the dark side.
But she had a nice smile and certainly knew how to present herself. She was well educated as evident from her fluent English. She asked us to call her by her maiden name, Shehla Over a cup of tea we soon got to know that she was a widow, had a teen age son studying in England and took care of herself and her son thru the rent she received on property left by her husband, complimented nicely by her lingerie business. Pleasantries over, Shehla asked us to follow her and took us to a room inside the house.
It was a little dark in there, with dim lights placed at angles so as not to create a glare. It was simply furnished with a sofa, a dressing table and a small wardrobe. The floor was carpeted and in a corner there was what I can only call a changing corner. Two curtains were hung from a delicate frame at right angle to each other forming an L, high enough to cover a person of average height up to the neck. Shehla then turned to Zeenat and smiling nicely said:
“I know you’re very pretty dear, and from what I can see you’ve got a good figure as well, but just to be sure could you please take off your clothes.” Blushing slightly Zeenat started stripping. She was wearing (based on my choice) black trousers, tight on her shapely hips, and black t-shirt that accentuated her boobs. The neckline was also a little tantalizing. Black suits her superbly as it contrasts against her fair complexion. Though Zeenat is far from a lesbian but she did tell me about one sexual experience of a mild nature
She had with another girl while in college and she didn’t seem embarrassed while narrating it. She, sometimes, also demonstrated a keen interest in lesbian scenes when we watched porn together. So I knew she wasn’t immune to bisexual feelings, and my cock started hardening as I saw her stripping to her underwear for another woman, even though I knew it was strictly for business. She took off her t-shirt first, revealing her white bra inside (white because it highlighted the outline inside the black t-shirt,
My suggestion of course) and then opened the front button of her trousers, pulled down the zipper and let drop her trousers down to her ankles. She then bent down to take off black sandals from her lovely feet, toes painted bright red, just as I like it. She then removed her trousers altogether, taking care not to entangle the golden anklet she was wearing on her right foot. There she stood, the only items on her besides her panties and bra, the gold anklet, her watch and a black necklace she was wearing,
Not to mention the black ear-rings. Whenever I looked at Shehla as my wife took her clothes off, she was watching Zeenat with great interest and, it may not be wrong to say that she seemed to be enjoying the show as much as I. She asked Zeenat to turn around slowly and looked at her appreciably from all angles, finally telling her that she had a marvelous figure for a mother. “But there’s one more thing” she said. “Would you mind putting on a thong for me?” She asked Zeenat who looked uncertain.
“You see,” Shehla continued “you will have to pose a few shots in thongs too, they’re very much in demand nowadays, so I’d like to see how your hips look in a thong.” Zeenat looked at me and I nodded my consent. Without waiting further, Shehla went to the wardrobe and came back with some tiny bits of black cloth in her hand that she handed over to Zeenat and asked her to change behind the curtains. Zeenat went into the changing corner and came
Back soon as there was very little to “change”. Obviously, i’ve seen my wife naked innumerable times, but I must say she made me skip a beat there. She looked so sexy and utterly desirable trying to cover herself in those strings and straps (that’s the only way to describe them) Shehla had asked her to wear. The bra was much too deep and narrow to hold back her boobs and as for the thong: well, not only did it show everything from the back (as thongs do), even the front patch was much too narrow.
It was designed for a woman who shaves her pussy, which Zeenat doesn’t (I like it trimmed, not shaved) and I could see bits of her pussy hair peeping out from the corners. Zeenat was red in the face though she was smiling sheepishly, and I thought it was wholly unnecessary and totally devilish of Shehla to make Zeenat wear those. But that wasn’t all from her side. She came close to Zeenat, making sure she missed nothing, even putting her hand casually on her butt,
Just near the butt crack, complimenting her yet again for the shape of her hips. She pointed out a moles on her left hip and right boob, even touching the one on the breast (a little above the nipple) very lightly and remarking half-seriously how it would look great in the photographs. Then, just before telling her to dress again, she just brushed Zeenat in between the legs, over the narrow fabric, and told her to either shave or at least “trim them a little more.”
Well, I know Zeenat must have shown a lot more to her gynecologist but somehow or the other, I found this spectacle extremely sexy. Another woman touching my wife over her most private area and actually telling her what to do with her bush! And it was simply mind blowing to imagine that my wife would be appearing the same way, all but naked, in front of a young, male photographer.
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