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Though I didn’t have too many friends in the city but still I had few. One of them was a professional photographer. One day he paid a visit to me at my office, as he met me after a long time we had a lot of talk. For a sample he gave me an album with collection of his photography. I didn’t have interest in that but still to keep his heart, kept it with me.

After returning to home I saw them and was astonished to see them. Some pictures were very exotic of few beautiful girls posing very hot. He was indeed a good photographer. Next day I went to office but accidentally left the album on my dining table at home. It was not a big concern but still it was somewhat personal so I wanted to keep it away from Neetu. Anyways I hoped she don’t see it on the table. At evening when I returned the album was untouched to I kept it in my personal locker which Neetu didn’t touch.

A week later Neetu came up to me with a strange demand. She wanted to join a class to pass time in my absence. I didn’t had any problem with that but the thing which was making concern was she wanted to join a photography classes. Though I was not in a favour to allow that dumb girl for photography classes but still I had no reason to say no to it, actually I couldn’t explain the reason for negative feedback.

So I accepted her demand and she started to go for the classes. The classes were from 4 PM to 6 PM, and she reached home just in fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes before I reached home. I purchased her a professional digital camera which she asked and a laptop also. I picked her up few times from her institute and met her few fellows and her classmates. All were of good nature and behavior and nothing seemed to be concern until one day.

It was Sunday when Neetu started to get ready, I objected about her sudden behavior. She said that she was having some special assignments and extra classes at photography institute. Though I smelled something fishy but still I didn’t objected. We took our lunch and then she rushed to the institute by public carrier. I insisted to drop her but she said that she want me to rest as I get only Sunday off, and she’ll manage as she always go alone itself. She was right that she goes alone daily but on Sunday it was little doubtful, so I decided to check it out myself.

So I came out after 15 minutes, took a public transport and rushed to her institute. The door and windows were open, but the place was little isolated. I first checked the place for anyone on front side but there was none. So I entered the place and tip topped to the rear side of the institute. There was a large hall at the back side which was divided in two parts with a tinted glass wall. One part was open hall and second part was like a studio, at least 15 feet long and 6 feet wide.

As it had lots of high voltage light inside the place was clear from outside and I think as the other side was dark no one was able to view outside. This was because there were two men inside clicking with camera’s to the other side, I saw them but they didn’t seem to notice me at all.

So I went few more steps so see what they were doing. As expected or unexpected it was Neetu standing in front posing for them. First question was why the hell she is posing for them and what the hell she is doing in an isolated institute with these fellows. Another question was that she had joined for photography and instead of taking photo’s she is posing. Anyways I wanted to know what was happening so I stayed there hiding myself behind a door shack so that I don’t get caught accidentally.

Neetu was wearing a red colored sari with ornaments like newly wedded. She was posing like a newly wedded girl poses for the photographer. After a minute she dropped her pallu and started posing. Her tight and low cut blouse was open to view and she was having no objection with that. Both of them shot for a while and then Neetu opened three top buttons of her blouse. She bends down and started posing showing them the extra cleavage.

After few shots she opened the entire buttons and both parts of blouse were apart now. I came to know the fact that she was not in bra and her boobs were on view. She assembled her hands above her head and started posing. Idiot she was posing topless without bothering.

Within a minute the blouse and sari was off her body and she was posing topless. After a while she bends down and rose up her petticoat till her knees. Few shots in that pose and she raised her petticoat high above her knees exposing large part of her thighs.

Then she dropped her petticoat standing full naked in front of two cameras and six eyes. Though she was out of cloths but she was in ornaments, she was wearing bangles and other stuffs. She was posing like a newly wedded wife was posing nude. After few minutes the photo session was over and she was talking something with those guys. Those guys placed their camera on the table and were keen in talking something very seriously with her.

As the talk was over she went towards her cloths and bend down to pick one of them up. Just then one of them reached just in front of her and grabbed her one boobs from one side. She neither objected nor rose up; instead she just raised her face to see his face. He was smiling and squeezing her boob which he was holding.

She looked at him blankly for few seconds and then smiled back. She dropped her face down and then rose up. She pushed his hands aside and went towards the side of the room. That area was having a door which either was of dressing room or maybe bathroom. She vanished inside and that guy followed her closing the door behind. The other guy came out of his cloths and knocked the door in just his undies. The door opened and he too vanished inside. Now I was sure what was going inside the room but wasn’t able to see anything.

I waited there for five minutes and suddenly Neetu came out running out of the room. Her lipstick were smeared off and spread on her cheeks and chin. Her hair was all messed up and her boobs were partly red. One of the guys also appeared trying to catch her up. He caught her up from behind and grabbed her both boobs from behind. He was squeezing them up and meanwhile kissing on her neck and earlobes. He was saying something on which Neetu was replying negatively, as per her head expression in negative. She was neither removing his hands, nor objecting to any actives. After a whole minute talk she raised her hand to stop the conversation. She raised her one finger and the guy raised his two fingers.

Neetu smiled back and shook her head. She turned towards him and he picked her up in his arms. He started to carry her back to the room and this time Neetu knocked the gate. The door opened and both vanished inside. I waited there for whole one hour but no one came out.

After one hour or more the door opened and Neetu came out. She had her makeup on and hairs were nicely combed. She went to her cloths and started to put them on slowly. In the meantime one guy came outside, picked a camera and started to snap her while dressing. Now there was a chance to get caught so I quitted the place and came back. My slut wife was back to action as I was suspecting. She came back after 15 minutes after I reached home.

For next few weeks I kept a close eye on her but didn’t found any event taking place. One fine day my professional photographer friend called me up, he insisted me to pay a visit to his place. I asked him the reason but he insisted to come and he would surprise me with the reason. I was not interested with his description but still he was a close friend so I thought to give him a visit. His city was 3 hours journey from my place, one sided.

So departing early morning, and returning late afternoon, was not so hard. I told Neetu that I will go out of station tomorrow and will return before night. She asked whether she should pack lunch for me which I denied. Next morning I took leave from the office and went to the bus stand for speedy coach bus. I got the bus on time as I expected and after a long three and half hour journey I reached his place. He was in his studio and was departing for lunch so he took me along.

We had a stomach full of lunch and were having conversation. He told me that his exhibitions were worldwide famous but today he is going to show me secret exhibitions. These secret exhibitions were also famous but were not for public and very few influenced guests were invited to view them. Though the exhibition was tomorrow but he invited me to have a look today. I was not pity bit excited with his exhibition but still I decided to give it a check.

After 15 minute’s drive we reached his gallery and he himself opened the hall gate. He went off to switch on the lights and as soon as the lights came I saw the first photograph which was of a girl standing near a wall, keeping her hands on walls. Her hairs were open and fell on her face covering her face completely and her back was towards camera. She was all bare, naked and her inviting bums were on view. Though I had viewed several girls, naked pictures but this was pity bit classy and noticeable. Then my friend arrived and we entered the hall. There it was a hall, full of naked pictures of girls. Each of them was inviting, classy and very effective.

Then my friend told me that though the collection were been made from different institutes of different girls. He continued that this exhibition was little more than normal as all the pictures came from a single institute and was of single girl. That was amazing, the gallery had nearly more than 100 pictures and each one was different from others. The background of each picture was different. Means either each picture was taken on different day or was taken on different session. Only thing which was weird was the face of the girl. All photos were taken from such an angle that the face of the girl was hidden.

While exploring the photo I noticed something, her figure was exactly and identically similar to Neetu but there were no marks on her body at all. It was sure that she was not Neetu. I asked him that the girl had a clean body; no spots were on her body at all. She was truly a professional model. He laughed loudly and said that disclosing the identity of their model was not good thing but I being his good friend, he could disclose some facts with me.

He told that her whole body was painted with makeup kit to hide any kind of marks. He continued that she was not a professional model but was a house wife. I was amazed on this fact, what a fool this girl is and how did her husband allowed her to do that. I took all my questions and started firing my questions.

After much request he disclosed some more facts that the girl belonged to my city. I pressed more for the institute name and on his disclosure it was no second thought that the girl in the picture was no one else then Neetu. Fucking hell, I was viewing the exhibition of nude portrait of my wife only. I didn’t say anything and while returning he gave me a momentum of memory. He gave me an album which consisted of all the pictures. I myself wanted the same so accepted happily.

Now I was in a mood to share this album with Neetu. So after returning I sat on the dinner table and kept the album on the dinner table itself. Then after finishing the dinner I left the album there itself. From the bedroom I started to observe. I wanted to get the reaction of Neetu, after seeing the album. Neetu came back to collect the dishes and after cleaning the table her hand strike on the album, she picked it up. She started to view the album and her face reaction was telling that she was in shock.

She placed the album back where it was. She pulled her mobile and went out to talk. I followed her secretly and tried to hear what she was talking, but her conversation was not clear at all. But she was very harsh with the person on other side. Anyways it was sure now that she was in the exhibition. I called my friend few days later to have a chit-chat with him. He was taken aback when I asked specially about the girl. So after little pressure he started to spill about her, unknowingly that it was my wife itself.

He confirmed that after much pressure and request from the photographers he choose those picture for display and those photographers arranged that girl for him too. He got the pleasure to fuck her in a hotel just a day before he called me. Just the condition was that she arrived at 4 in the evening and departed at 6 in the evening. I didn’t go in further details and hung up after few personal chats.

It was last of the month and I was having a hectic work at office so one evening around 4 I called Neetu and told her that I could be late. She asked me how much late I was expected which I confirmed with 11 PM. The work was on it speed but around 6 the router blasted. All system went down along with Internet and Network connection.

We checked it and assumed some short circuit inside, we were not in repairing business so couldn’t figure the solution. We called the technical team and they assured that their engineer will reach office early morning. Now there was no work left at all so I thought to pick Neetu from her institute. I was planning for some long drive and then a dinner or so.

I reached her institute around 6:15 PM, but the institute main gate was been locked. Assuming that she had departed home I called her up. The phone started to ring and the ringtone was coming from inside the building of institute. After few rings she picked up the phone and I asked where she was? She confirmed me that she was in institute with some extra lessons, she inquired whether I was at office or way to home. I confirmed that I was in office and would arrived at scheduled time at 11 at night.

She disconnected the phone and I took my bike to a stand nearby. I parked my bike in the stand and then returned back to institute walking. I looked around and carefully jumped inside the fence of the building. The double door or should be said as main gate was locked from outside. I saw a small side gate and tried to push it, luckily it was open. I entered the premises, all lights were off except few bulbs and CFL’s. I tip-topped to the back of the institute. I went to the same hall but the arrangements of the hall was changed.

The tinted glass walls now had a split curtain on it. Lights were definitely on but the curtains were covered. I stood behind a wooden gate and was thinking how to peep inside. But I didn’t find any way to peep inside.

So I checked my pockets to get my bike keys and suddenly found a phone inside my pocket. This phone was not mine and rewinding to the events in the office, I found that I have accidentally placed my receptionist phone in my pocket. I called to the technical team from her number and then put it in my pocket. I thought to disturb them as this number was unknown for Neetu. Primarily I put both the numbers in silent and then called her with my receptionist phone.

The phone started to ring and the ringtone was audible now. The phone ringed completely but no one picked it up. I ringed again, this time someone opened the split curtain and the view inside was amazing. A guy was lying on the table with his pole inside Neetu’s pussy. She was sitting on him, a guy was standing near her face and his dick was inside Neetu’s mouth.

Another guy was at the edge of table standing with his dick and I assumed that he was preparing to enter her ass. There were three guys standing on the other side of the room. They was having cameras in their hand and were picturing her. The room resembled to the set of blue films and Neetu seemed to be a porn star now. One of the guys taking pictures picked the phone up and showed her the number.

She signaled him something and he cut the phone. After cutting the phone they were back to action. The guy waiting till now entered from behind, Neetu showed some pleasure or may be some discomfort, as I was having a side view I couldn’t figure it out.

The three way bang started in a slow motion and cameras started to click the action. But I think they were in this action since very long time and within few minutes they finished shooting their load inside. Neetu got disengaged with every one and went to a side table. She picked up a tissue box and started to clean the mess everywhere. The guys engaged with her went inside the door attached with the room. She was also about to enter the room when someone from the photographers said something.

She turned around and smiled. She came back to the table, deposited herself on the table over her back. She spread her legs wide and then raised her thumb up. All the photographers clicked few snaps and then placed their cameras on the table. They started to get rid of their cloths and I understood that they were about to bang her once again. One guy rushed to the table and pushed his dick inside. The rest two approached towards the table but in the way they closed the curtains once again. Now they were again out of the view.

After 5 minutes I decided to call her again, so I called this time with my number. She picked up the phone, I moved to the front side of the institute and then started to talk. I asked her where she was on which she confirmed me that she was back at home. But the fucking sessions was making difficult for her to talk properly.

I asked her why she was suffocating on which she said that she was making dinner. I knew everything was fake but the she said that the phone battery were dead and phone was about to get disconnected. I was about to say anything when the phone disconnected, I called back again but it was switched off. It was no way that I could view inside so I came out of the premises and went to a tea stall to have a tea and some puffs.

I got a tea stall nearby, from here I could view the main entrance of the institute. I had few cigarettes and few cup of teas. It was around 45 minutes when the entire pack exited the institute. Neetu was back having a hot conversation with them including with shower of laughter’s. I picked my phone out when I saw a message from my receptionist.

She texted me that I was having her phone, and as she would be on leave for 1 month, I should keep her phone switched off and she’ll collect the phone after she return. I called her back and asked her that how will she manage without the phone for 1 month. She said that she has another phone and would not require that one as it was used for office purpose only. I got a cunning plan in my mind.

I saw Neetu switching her phone on so I waited for her to arrive from there. She took an auto and rushed away. I went to my bike, took it from the stand and rushed home. She was already at home preparing dinner. Her phone was with her. She asked me to get inside bedroom and have some rest, she’ll call me when the dinner will be ready. I got inside bedroom and text Neetu with my receptionist number. I texted, “MAKING INDIAN BLUE FILM IN A BUILDING WITH SIX GUYS.”

After a minute she text backed, “WHO ARE YOU?” I texted back, “AN ADMIRER.” She texted back, “WANT DO YOU WANT?” I texted back, “I’LL TELL YOU THAT LATER.” Then I switched that phone off and waited for Neetu. She came to tell that dinner was ready, but she seemed well disturbed. I didn’t pushed her for that. Next day in evening she showed me a certificate that she had successfully cleared her classes of photography.

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