Illicit Affair Pt. 18

Previously: Damir is a man who was born in Bosnia. He completed bachelor's and master's degrees in Bosna. He was a member of the swimming team and 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 at 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 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 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 free to live in both houses, except on Saturday mornings when Zahra and Damir would use Damir's washing machine for laundry. This agreement is reached in Part 4, after which Kate and Malcolm no longer appear in the 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, while Karolina, is 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. Damir also uses mid mid-sized dildo he calls the Bouncer. Jill encourages them to consider the Cook Islands as their next holiday destination. She also prepares details and a travel itinerary. Damir uses both dildoes to simulate a dual penetration, whilst pleasuring Zahra orally until she comes. Zahra is very loud during sex, so several inhabitants of their building know about the passion of their encounters.

Series now progresses in day-by-day fashion. Each part consists of 6 pages written in OpenOffice Writer and depicts one to four days, depending on how many interesting events happened to our protagonists in one day. Part 13, for example, covers Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, while Part 14 describes a single Thursday.

Zahra and Damir experiment with dancing naked, erotic photo sessions in the bathtub, dildoing using Bouncer, under-table blowjob, double dildoing penetration, simultaneous anal dildoing and fucking double penetration, socialist cosplay blowjob, threesome fantasies, flogging, spanking, shibari ties, loving morning 69 and female active titty fuck.

Part 18

I woke up lying on my back with a massive hard-on. Zahra was still sleeping, so I tried not to move. I thought about last night's fantasies with mixed feelings. I wondered if our love could survive a threesome experiment. Zahra shifted in her sleep and her hand touched my hip. I took her hand in mine and placed it on my cock. Zahra gasped and opened her eyes. She didn't need a lot of time to figure out, what was going on.

- You need a helping hand, comrade Damir?

- I sure do, comrade Zahra.

- Let me see if I can be of assistance..... What a nice piece of meat. I would love to have some of it for breakfast. Don't move and wait for me.

She stood up and walked to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out the butter. She opened a drawer and picked up a small spoon and a jar of honey. I had an idea of what was about to happen when she walked back to me. Zahra scraped the butter three times with a spoon and wiped it on my cock. She carefully spread the butter over the entire surface with her fingers, before she licked them clean. She then dipped a spoon into the honey and held it over my throbbing dick. Honey slowly dripped onto me. When all the honey had dripped down, Zahra used a spoon to spread the honey over the layer of butter. She put the spoon down on the bowl of butter, bent down, and began to lick passionately. Her enthusiasm was contagious.

- Comrade Zahra, you're a real dick-sucking master.

- Thank you, comrade Damir. You just lie back and enjoy.

- Hmmm.

She dipped the spoon in the honey again and wiped it against my dickhead, then started to lick it with her tongue. I was still aroused from the event of the previous evening, so an orgasm started to build quickly. Zahra put her right palm on my ball sack, her left palm around my base, and continued to eat the greasy and sweet spread off the upper part of my cock, while massaging my balls and jerking me off.

- Mhhhm..... Holy Marx and Engels, Zahra, you are going to make me cum in your mouth.

Zahra stopped sucking and lifted her head.

- Don't hold back. I want you to cum.

- Mhhhm, mhhhm, aaaahh!

With a groan, I squirted my seed down her throat. She continued to lick me clean.

- You became a fantastic lover, my lovely Persian delight.

- Thanks, comrade. Now I want to wash you before you go to work, but on Sunday I will make you come in my cup of coffee, instead of pouring milk into it.

We went to the bathroom for a quick joint shower, prepared a real breakfast, and left for work. Karolina came to my office and asked if today's lunch was still on.

- Zahra and I have to go to the travel agency at about 16:30, so we should leave the restaurant around 16:00. Can you be there earlier than we agreed, say 15:15?

- Sure. I will be there. Does Saturday's agreement still hold?

- By all means, comrade Karolina. Tax the rich.

- Thanks, Damir. See you at the launch then.

I sent a message to Zahra, to ask her if she could make it 15 minutes earlier than usual. She replied that I could order a curry for her if she was late. I attended a department staff meeting but was more focused on my evening with Zahra than the problems with hiring a new secretary, to replace Mrs. Edmonds, whose retirement will be celebrated with a small party tomorrow at noon.

I arrived at the Vietnamese restaurant at a quarter past three o'clock. Karolina was already there. She stepped towards me in a somewhat hesitating manner, as if she didn't know exactly how to behave. I hugged her in a friendly manner and kissed her cheeks. She blushed a little but quickly composed herself.

- Let's go inside. Zahra will have a curry, so I will order for her. You can tell me about the Saturday meeting.

- We try to organize a really big event with some trade unions. The main topic will be "welfare, not warfare". We have to work out a lot of details. I count on you and Zahra to be our photographers, but I also want someone adult, calm, and eloquent in the room, when we discuss the banners, speakers, and so on. Some of the activists are so immature. Enthusiastic and nice to talk to, but totally immature. A person like you is a valued comrade, if you join us, at least part-time. Among my friends, I can only trust Ibrahim, that he will really carry out what we agreed upon.

Zahra entered the restaurant. She put her coat and beret on a hanger and walked toward our table. She hugged me and kissed my mouth, then stepped to Karolina, hugged her, and kissed her cheeks.

- We were just debating the plan for Saturday's. I will go to a meeting downstairs. Will you come?

- There will be enough of you, right? You will have the meeting of senior personnel, won't you?

- Yes, but you can come with Damir if you want.

- I will stay at home and cook us lunch. Will you also come?

- We planned to go for lunch together with union representatives.

- I will not go with you. I will eat with Zahra.

- I would also like to accept the invitation. I will try. I will ask Ibrahim or Sekou to take our guests to lunch. By the way, Damir told me, that you two are going to the travel agency. Where will you go for holidays?

- We will go to the Cook Islands. In the summer of course. We are booking early, to avoid any possible disappointment.

- Where exactly is that?

- In the middle of the ocean, but not very very far from New Zealand. In Polynesia.

- Good for you. I hope you have a nice summer with sharks and whales.

- It's their winter actually, but it's not cold.

- And you, Karolina, where do you intend to go?

- I will spend most of the summer with my family and my girlfriends in Krakow. As a family, we will go to the Adriatic coast. Perhaps I will meet my Bosnian swimmer there.

- You are probably talking about Croatia.

- Yes, but all eastern and southern Europe can be found there; Poles, Czech, Slovaks, Russian, Ukrainians, Slovenians, Bosnians, Serbians. Perhaps this year there will be fewer Russians and Ukrainians, due to the sanctions and war.

When we finished lunch, Karolina walked back to her campus, while we went to the tube station. We arrived at the travel agency office around half past four. Jill was already there, as she promised. Jill was a serious businesswoman, thus she could be completely trusted in business matters. We signed some papers, filled out a few Internet forms, paid with a credit card, and our next holidays were booked.

- Do you have time for coffee?

- Of course. How was your working day?

- Business as usual. The kids behaved well, nobody tripped, no injuries, and no illness.

- We are actually going to have a change in our department. Our most trusted secretary Mrs. Edmonds will retire, so we had a meeting today about what present to buy for her, about the details of the farewell party tomorrow, and who is going to replace her.

- Tomorrow at five?

- Tomorrow at five. From tomorrow onwards we will try to practice medley swimming.

We arrived at the coffee house and ordered three cappuccinos. Jill said "You can explain to me, what we do tomorrow.", so I pulled the tablet out of my bag, opened my plans, and handed it to Jill.

Session 14

10x push off into a streamline and return to the wall

10 x 25m flutter kick in the streamline position with snorkel

10 x 25m freestyle with snorkel

10 x 25m backstroke flutter kick in streamline

10 x 25m single-hand backstroke

10 x 25m breaststroke kick in bullet position with snorkel

10 x 25m breaststroke kick in a streamlined position

10 x 25m dolphin undulations with a snorkel in a bullet position

- What is single-hand backstroke?

- This is a drill where you imitate the line pull, but instead of grabbing the line, you put your hand below the line buoys and continue the stroke toward your hips. For breaststroke, we want first your kick to become perfect, before we add new drills for the pull and synchronization. A good dolphin kick is the most difficult of the three kicks, so we start slowly. Think of lying in the water on your stomach and pushing your head into the water. The rest of the body will follow in a line which reminds of the sinus curve. If this is done properly, you will travel down the pool in a straight line. Legs remain together and relaxed. I will demonstrate it tomorrow while you will repeat it after me.

- How about if we go somewhere else together, as friends?

- Do you have something special in mind?

- Maybe cinema. I went once with my flatmates, to some romantic comedy and it was terrible. I went a few times alone to the BFI Southbank. They show good films there. Perhaps we can go there together on Saturday afternoon or Sunday before lunch.

- This Saturday we can't. Damir has a meeting at 11:00, so in the afternoon, we will be doing laundry. Sunday however is a possibility. Can you check the program?

- At noon there is a Chinese movie. I can read you the notes.

Jill read out loud and we agreed that it sounded promising.

- Before my relationship with Damir, I watched a lot of Iranian cinema over the Internet, because I had a lot of free time. Now the days seem too short for everything. We haven't been to the cinema in the last month. I would like to go.

- If Zahra agrees, it's fine with me, so Sunday at noon in front of BFI.

We parted at six o'clock. Zahra and I went home. We prepared a light dinner and started to talk.

- What are you still missing in how we spend our time together? Going to theatre, going to movies, going to sports events, going to concerts, going out of London?

- Nothing in particular. I could go to any such event with you, but I never missed any of it during our days together.

- We don't have much free time. My body needs swimming to stay healthy, so we can't cut that. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons we could squeeze in some cultural events, if it pleases us.

- I would like to go to a circus.

- Really? I will take you there during the holidays. Perhaps we could visit the Czech Republic. They have plenty of summer festivals. In one way or another, we will find you a circus.

- When I was trying to avoid Malcolm, I sometimes watched Chinese circus performances on the Internet. I liked it a lot.

- We never use the Internet when we are together. Maybe we could use our laundry time for browsing through things you like.

- And how could we spend the rest of the evening?

- Fancy some group sex fantasy?

- You will whisper me a tale of us and another couple?

- No. Actually, I will not say a word.

- I cannot imagine you being silent. Should I be the one speaking?

- Not, unless you insist.

I went to our closet and picked Zahra's black set of chemise, panties, and stockings. I also picked a black blindfold, which we never used before. I brought it all in front of her.

- After the bath?

- Of course.

We walked to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the bathtub. I took the shower head and turned on the water. Zahra picked up the soap and souped first me, then herself. When we were clean, I turned off the water, grabbed the biggest towel, and dried first Zahra, then myself. We stepped out and put the mattress on the floor. On the mattress, we put a large beach towel. Zahra put on the lingerie and blindfold and lay down. I went to my laptop, find an hour-long clip of a swingers party in the Czech republic on one of the porn sites, and clicked the play button. The apartment was soon inundated with voices of an orgy, voices of many people fucking.

I went back to the mattress. Zahra kept the blindfold all the time and was waiting for me to join her. I started by tracing her lips with my right forefinger. She parted them slightly, then sucked my finger into her mouth. I pulled the finger out and kissed her. Her lips were parted so I slid the tip of my tongue inside her. She open her mouth and let my tongue explore her. My hands started to caress her neck, shoulders and boobs. Her nipples were hard, so I reckon she was aroused by all those sounds and her imagination. I slid my hand below her chemise and started caressing her belly, while we kissed passionately. I knelt on the mattress, lifted her right leg, and started massaging her foot.

Zahra started caressing her neglected boobs. I proceeded with my massage downward her leg and ended it by peeling off her right stocking. After that, I let go of her right leg and lifted her left one, repeating all the previous actions. When she was barefoot, I took hold of her ankles and lifted both of her legs, so that ankles rested on my shoulders. I pressed my crotch forward so that Zahra felt my erection between her thighs. "Reach for it," I said with a normal voice, almost lost in the cacophony of voices participating in the Czech orgy. Zahra heard me. She took hold of my cock, moved her panties to the side, and guided its tip into her wet opening.

I grabbed her ankles and parted her legs wide. I fucked her slow and deep. The satin fabric of her panties rubbed against my hardness, while Zahra moaned in synch with my advances. "Help yourself", I ordered. She put her fingertips in her panties and started to play with her clit. When her moaning became too loud, I withdrew, let go of her legs, and told her to stop.

I took hold of her buttocks and flipped her on her stomach. I pulled her panties down to her knees, grabbed her buttocks, parted them as much as I could, and started to lick her favorite spot, her rosebud. She responded with a moan while I passionately spat on her entrance, put my fingers into her pussy, and spread her moisture around her back door. Now and then I gently bit her ass, since her moans told me that she welcomes this type of attention.