Illicit Affair Pt. 09

On Wednesday I had a rather busy and extended working day at the college, so I couldn't have lunch before four o'clock. Zahra came at three and waited for me. This time we went to the student canteen, where they, among other things, serve fish and chips. Because of this delay, we were also late at the swimming pool. Jill was already anxious because we weren't there.

- Hello Zahra. Are you still on your period?

- Yes. How are you?

- I already finished swimming. I also did the drills that Damir prescribed. Can you ask him to show me the next drill before his session, because I'm in a hurry?

- Of course.

When I got out of the shower, Zahra asked me to postpone my swimming session and attend to Jill first.

- Show me how you do that two kick board drill... Yeah, that's it. You are doing well. We can move on to the next drill. Visualize that you start swimming from the wall and perform a few arm strokes. If you stop your left hand near your hip and perform the last stroke, also stopping your hand near the hip, you will find yourself in the correct position. Head in front, arms facing back, forehead initiate the turn while arms are relaxed just waiting for the rest of the body to turn for 180 degrees. Okay? Left arm, right arm, forehead down, turn.

- Can you show me first?

- Sure.

I slipped into the water, pushed off the wall, performed five strokes and performed the flip.

- Once again, please.

- Okay. I will do right, left, right, left stop, right stop, turn. If it is easier, count. One, two, three, four stop, five stop, turn.

Jill tried and her attempt was not bad at all. She just concentrate to much on her count, so that she initiated turn from almost a total halt. This is impossible. Moving one's head in the right downward direction is not enough. It's simple: no speed, no turn.

- You are on the right track. Now repeat this several times, so that five stroke count will become automatic. Then you will just go stroke, stroke, stroke, stop, stop, turn. Your arms are correctly relaxed. You need just a little more speed.

Her second attempt was already better, and by the time she performed this drill for tenth time, she was almost perfect.

- Thanks Damir. Will you be here on Friday?

- Yes. We need one more drill, to turn against the wall. Then you will be all set to swim a proper freestyle.

- Bye Zahra. See you after-tomorrow.

I swam my usual 4500 meters session of 90 seconds medley intervals. After our dinner, instead of taking the tube we went for a long walk home.

- I really wonder why Jill was in such a hurry today. Do you think she went on a date?

- Ask her another time. I think she would like to chat with you.

- I wonder if Jill fantasizes about you when she masturbates?

- I doubt it. She must know a lot of men who flirt with her. She may even have frequent casual one-day affairs with some random Tinder users. She looks like she can take care of things.

- I see how she looks at you.

- How?

- She has this unmistakable Fuck-me-Damir look.

- You exaggerate, I'm sure. Even if you don't I very much doubt that she fantasize about threesome with us. Perhaps she's fantasizing about taking over your boyfriend. Do you fantasize about 69 with Jill? - )

- Would you like to watch us sixty-nine? A little girl on girl attention? - )

- Only watch? - )

- You can also comment or clap or shout hurray. - )

- I should spank you for even suggesting something like that. - )

- Bla bla bla. You totally neglected my curvy butt these last three days. - )

- I will make it up to you. - )

By the time we got back to Senad's studio, it was already eight o'clock. After we undressed, Zahra went directly to the bathroom. She came out of the bathroom completely naked. I raised my eyebrows, so she answered

- Tampon.

I walked to her and hugged her. It was too cold in the apartment for walking around naked, so I increased the temperature on the thermostat. I hung my bathing suit on the radiator and walked over to the hanger, where I took a red beret and a black coat. I helped Zahra put on her coat and also put a beret on her head. I led her to the desk and removed all the papers, photo equipment and computer from it. With a slight push, I indicated that I wanted her to lie down on the table with her upper body, which she did without hesitation.

I walked over to the closet and took out a soft red and black leather flogger. Zahra was looking at me the whole time. When she saw what I had in my hand, she smiled widely. I placed the flogger next to her head. I bent down to her head and kissed her on the mouth.

- Are you ready for this?

- Will it hurt?

- No. Not with me. This one is more for stroking than hitting. A role play if you will.

- I want to.

- When I hit you, it will hurt less than if I hit you with my hand.

- Just start.

I took the flogger in my right hand. With the left hand I took Zahra's black coat at its bottom and lifted it to her back, so that buttocks were fully exposed. I trailed my flogger all across Zahra's lovely curves from her tailbone to the backs of her knees. She purred like a little pussycat. When I hit her, once on every cheek, she moaned a little and demanded that I hit her harder. I obeyed her wish and then proceed to caress her back with dozens of soft suede strips. I put the flogger back on the desk. I started first to gently kiss her cheeks and then proceed to covering her ass with tiny bites that didn't leave any marks. Her moans got louder, so I picked up the flogger again and hit each cheek twice. She was obviously already very aroused, but I was not in a hurry. I put the flogger on the ground, knelled, took each of her cheeks in my hands, spread them and proceeded to lick thoroughly all the area around her rosebud. This got her even more excited, so I stood up and smacked her three times on every cheek.

I took to the couch and motioned her to sit down. I took of my pants and underpants. I put both of my hands on her head and brought the tip of my penis closer to her mouth. She open her mouth wide without hesitation. A small movement of my hips put the head of my cock in her mouth. We established the eye contact.

- Just keep them wide open.

I started to slowly fuck her mouth, while holding her head in place with my hands. Her facial expression was telling me she was okay with this little experiment. Her tongue was massaging me in such a way that I almost finished, so I stopped fucking her. I bowed down and kiss her. I went back to the desk and picked the flogger, then stepped back to couch.

When I started to caress her breasts with the straps, Zahra purred again like a little kitten. I tried two very light strokes, one on each boobie. She moaned again and I started caressing her rounded belly, then moved on to her inner thighs. As I gently moved the straps over her clit, she again moaned loudly in pleasure. I dropped the flogger on the floor, knelt down and started sucking her pleasure button. In less than a minute, it came so hard that she was shaking all over for a while.

When she recovered after an orgasm, she asked me again for something new.

- Finish on my face and boobs.

I took off her coat and took off her beret before standing in front of her again. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around my cock. I continued to gently fuck her mouth and she helped me by bobbing her head up and down on my shaft. It didn't took long, when I felt my semen boiling in my balls. I pulled out for a couple of inches. Zahra took my well lubricated cock in her tiny hands and started to jerk me off. I was already so excited that it took me less than 30 seconds when my semen erupted all over Zahra's lovely face. She started to laugh. My last two spurts covered the area between her boobs.

- Wow. So much sperm.

- Uh. I was saving it for two days.

Zahra started to lick my sperm with her tongue, then proceeded to trail her boobs with her palms and lick her fingers one by one. We went to shower once again. After we washed each other, we put down the mattress and lie down.

- Two weeks ago, it would not have occurred to me that something like this was possible.

- What was possible?

- Such passionate lovemaking. I never once had an orgasm with Malcolm. It was mostly my fault because I know nothing about good sex, apart from what you thought me in last two weeks. I used to have a hard time getting wet and sex didn't turn me on at all. It's like being in a vicious circle. The worse the sex was, the more I didn't want it. The more I didn't want it, the less I got wet and it was painful.

- You and Malcolm never discussed this?

- No. He is a gentleman and does not talk about such things. I think he had sometimes used the services of female escorts. I didn't blame him at all, because I couldn't make him happy myself. Even when he started a relationship with your wife, I didn't blame him. I don't have your courage to drastically change something. If you hadn't asked me if that coffee was for you, I would have gone crazy with feelings of guilt because of hidden self-pleasuring.

- Did you ever had problems with lubrication when you masturbate?

- No never.

- I have a hard time believing that's even true because you're so good in bed.

- Not true at all. You think I'm good because I accept what you initiate. You are the one who is really good. I still can't believe Kate replaced you with Malcolm.

- Let it go, it's over. It doesn't look like you have a lubrication problem now.

- Of course not. I want you. I want you so bad that I keep getting wet. It's enough to know you're coming. When I walk towards the Vietnamese restaurant, I'm aroused because I know you're coming.

- You are my muse and inspiration of erotic endeavors. Fall asleep now because tomorrow is another day.

On Thursday I had a lot of work at the college again. Zahra came to my office. For lunch, we ordered chicken biryani from an Indian restaurant. The last meeting dragged on until five in the afternoon.

- I need to stretch a bit. Shall we go for a walk in the park? It will rain again for most of the day tomorrow.

- It's fine with me.

- What were you doing? I hope you weren't bored?

- No I browsed through Good girls guide to bad girls sex?

- Really!?

- No, I'm joking. I browsed through the materials on Stop the War coalition web page. Maybe we should join one of the marches.

- Let's ask Katarina. By the way, yesterday morning I forgot to call Ferida. I must call her in the evening. Please remind me if I forget.

Outside was cloudy but not so cold as previous days. As we were leaving, I held the coat for her so she could put it on more easily. I put the beret on her head. We both laughed at the same time remembering yesterday's love making.

- It occurred to me that you could walk around the apartment wearing a coat and a beret and wearing slippers.

- I thought it would be something like that. You would get tired of it after a while. Being with you means always experiencing something new. One experiment after another.

- The main thing is that you like my experiments.

- Words cannot express how much I feel loved. Just keep experimenting.

- Are things moving too fast or too slow?

- They certainly don't go too fast. I'm not a porcelain doll. You will not break me. Sometimes in my imagination I say what they say in porn.

- And this is what?

- Fuck my ass. Or, shove your big cock in my tight ass.

- Big talk from a small girl. Perhaps its time to introduce you to Bosnian method of orgasmic pussy licking. During the weekend when your period will end.

- And this is?

- A surprise for you. For Saturday evening.

- What about a small hint?

- Sorry, no go.

When we arrived home it was already dark. Zahra warmed up the pizza for us. After we ate and cleaned up, I called Ferida.

- Zdravo Damire. Kako si? (Hi, Damir, how are you)

- Akšam hajrola Ferida. Imaš li pet minuta? (Good evening Ferida. Can you spare five minutes)

- Imam, samo reci. (Yes, just tell me what you want)

- Tražim stan za dvoje. Neću moći zauvijek živjeti kod Senada. Treba mi rezervna varijanta. Molim te da pitaš naše ljude u Londonu, da li neko može da mi iznajmi mali, jeftin stan u roku od par meseci. Evo, samo to. (I'm looking for an apartment for two persons. I can't stay at Senad's place for ever. I need Plan B. Ask our compatriots in London, if someone wants to rent me a small and affordable flat in thee period of next few months. That is all.)

- Nema problema, Damire. Pitat ću i nazvati te ako saznam za neku interesantnu opciju. Usput, kako si? (No problem Damir. I will ask and call you if I find something of interes. By the way, how are you?)

- Ja sam super. Zaista sjajno. (I'm super happy)

- Ova mala Perzijanka te je zaista osvojila. Drago mi je zbog tebe. Čao Damire. (That little Persian girl really won you over. Bye, Damir.)

- E, hvala ti puno. Vidimo se. (Thanks a lot. See you.)

Zahra came from bathroom and sat down next to me.

- What were you talking about?

- I asked her to inquire around our diaspora, if someone has a small flat where we could stay on more permanent basis. Senad and I have agreement only until March. Perhaps you can also contact your parents, if they know some Iranians, who would be willing to rent us a small apartment.

- I will call them tomorrow.

- Okay. Let's go to bed early.

We prepared the mattress and bedding and turned off the light.

- We never made love on the mattress.

- You re not bleeding anymore?

- I am, but very little.

She slid her right hand down my body until she felt my erection under my pajamas. She started stroking it.

- You are ready for love. Can I continue?

- Of course.

She slid her right hand down my body until she felt my erection under my pajamas. She started stroking it, crawled under the blanket with her head, removed the pajamas, took hold of my cock and put it into her mouth. I let her lick, suck and slurp for few minutes, and then I pushed the blanket away. Zahra lifted her head.

- Let's take off our pajamas. Leave your panties on.

She did what I suggested. I lied on top of her, pressing my dick against her crotch. I knew she felt my pressure on her pleasure button. I started to slowly move back and forth, as if I was inside her pussy. She started purring like a little kitten, as always on that stage of initial arousal.

- Please fuck me.

- We can't. Your menstruation is not yet finished.

- Please. I will wash myself again and bring the towel. Please.

- Okay. I will fetch the towel I use for swimming.

Zahra disappeared to the bathroom. I removed all the bedding and put a large towel on the mattress, folded in half to be able to absorb more. Zahra returned and lied beside me. I motioned her to bend her knees at the right angle and climbed on top of her in the classic missionary position. When the head of my cock founded the entrance to her inner love chamber, I felt that she was even wetter than normally. I stopped thinking about few stains of blood which will end up on the towel, and started fucking her gently. I could feel my crotch rubbing against her clit. Soon she started moaning, so I increased the pace of my thrusts. I wanted for this to be as brief as possible, because I was still afraid that I might hurt Zahra in some way. I didn't try to hold of as long as possible and soon we were both near the climax. I took Zahra's right hand and guided fer fingers to her pleasure button. She immediately started to vigorously rub herself with circular motion of two fingers. I continued the pace of my thrusts and this double pleasure soon elicited her, loud as always, orgasm. I was so close that I continued fucking her after her final scream. In ten seconds I finished and started pumping my seeds into Zahra's pussy. We both panted when this short and intense episode ended.

Zahra's eyes were wet.

- What's wrong?I can see you are crying.

- I'm so happy. I don't know why I'm so emotional, perhaps because of my period, but this was the strongest orgasm I ever had.

- Okay, then. As long as you are not hurt in any way.

There were few drops of blood on the towel and on my flaccid cock as well. Zahra picked the towel and we went to the bathroom for the last time. We shower together as we always do, put the bedding back to the mattress and finally went to sleep.

On Friday morning, when we left for work, it was raining lightly. On Fridays, I have less work, so I can finish before 2 p.m. I managed to call Kate about me using our wash machine tomorrow, and she confirmed that she and Malcolm will be away from London. I didn't ask about details and she didn't offer any further information about their planned trip.

Zahra and me went again to a Vietnamese restaurant for lunch and talked about Jill while we waited.

- If she comes to swim again today, will you teach her how to do a crawl turn?

- Yes, probably if she wants to. Maybe someone else already taught it.

- I doubt it. I watched the people coming twice now. Nobody does competitive turns like that except you. All the women are secretly watching you.

- Does that worry you?

- Not in the least. Your behavior clearly says that you love me. As long as this is so, I have no cause or desire to be jealous.

- When will you teach me how to turn?

- When you start to swim a perfect freestyle.

- Jill is swimming perfectly then?

- Not at all, but that's not my problem. Sometimes less is more. Jill would do well to find a serious coach who would take her back to the basics.

- What if she proposes to take part my practice sessions?

- It's up to you to say yes or nay. In principle all three of us can squeeze into one swimming lane. I will swim on the left side of the lane and you two will swim on the right side. When Jill starts, you wait for her to swim about 5 meters or so, and then you push off. I'll be swimming parallel to you, but I'll also try to have a little peek at what Jill is doing and maybe give her some advice. As I've said, it's up to you. Did she say she wants back to the basics course?

- No, but I'm sure this is what she would ask, if she wasn't afraid, because you made it clear after day one that you are with me and don't want any third party to flirt with you. As long as you don't start to dry her hair, I don't mind if you help her out. I will lose nothing, while she can gain a lot.

I put my fingers on Zahra's wrist.

- You are my perfect Persian working girl and I love you dearly. By the way, after when our sex stats to be boring, we could start watching Persian and Bosnian movies on the Internet.

- Our sex will never be boring, 'cause your imagination transgress all possible red lines.

- That's not really true. Even Bosnians have a certain limit that we do not cross, only that this limit is further than that of most Western Europeans. For example, non-consensual sex is out of the realm of admissible for us. Three people with one consensus and in one bed, as an abstract possibility, however is no taboo for us.