This story is a continuation of the story "And again the rest in the south" and it began on the same day when it was completed.

After Oksana had a little rest, we went for lunch. During it, I tried to draw out all the details of the previous night. But she either laughed or changed the subject.

She was in a good mood, although it was noticeable that she had not yet fully slept.

At about three o'clock, we went to the beach. She mostly dozed off and barely bathed. I spent most of my time in the water, the water was just great. And at some point when I was in the water, I noticed that there was a photographer near Ksenia, and they were talking about something. And they talk quite friendly, Oksana smiled at him. And he says something to her, while gesticulating with his hands.

His assistants were not visible, and to be honest, I did not want to meet with them.

I slowly got out of the water and headed in their direction. But having seen me, still from a distance, the photographer left.

- What did he want? - I asked, going up to my wife.

- Yes, or anything special, invited to take a few photos for memory, - and immediately turned the conversation, - like some water?

- Great.

And she went swimming.

After a while, when I was at sea again, I saw him again near my wife. I approached the shore and, without leaving the water, began to observe them.

They talked for a few minutes, then he helped her up and they went. I decided that he had persuaded her to take a picture. But I was wrong, they went to the smoking room. We stopped a little away from the shop. He took out a cigarette, treated Oksana. They smoked and talked.

I was a little surprised - she usually smokes when she drinks decently or is very nervous. And here...

Their conversation was not tense, I would even say that he was friendly. He was smiling, saying something, she was laughing ...

They talked for a long time, I was already tired of sitting and watching them. I came out of the water, went to our place and began to twist my head, sort of like looking for it. Pretending that he did not see, he lay down on the bedspread and squinted, continued to observe them.

And the more I watched, the more I came to the conclusion that he glues it.

Or maybe negros told him! - from this thought, my heart beat even, - and he saw in her easy prey ...

Their conversation unexpectedly ended. And finally, he lightly embraced her around the waist and, leaning toward her, whispered something in her ear. She laughed and, as if for fun, gently pushed him away.

It was not like talking to a photographer and a client. He was more like a conversation between two people who knew each other well.

She went to our place, but when she saw me lying there, she turned aside. And almost immediately disappeared from my sight.

Damn, what were they talking about, this thought gave me no peace.

Ten minutes later she came, but all wet.

- Andrew, I lost you. Went to the water and did not find you there. And you are already here. Somewhere we missed each other.

She lay down and closed her eyes. But I saw in her mind that she was worried about something.

I did not ask, and she, it seems, was not going to speak herself.

Soon, after all, I found out what the conversation was about, or rather not all, but part of it. And he found out, oddly enough, not from his wife, but from a photographer.

I smoked in the smoking room when he came up. At first he asked for a lighter, for some time he was silent, and at last deciding, he spoke:

- I wanted to talk to you ...

I immediately tense up.

- About what?

“You see, last night, I glanced over to my unbroken,” he paused for a while, but I tensed even more, “and found there ...”

He tried to find words that would not offend me.

But I was already wound up and answered rather rudely:

- What's your business, who did you find there ...

- Yes, in general, I do not care who was there. I have been working for a long time and have seen a lot of things here. I to you on another occasion.

His words puzzled me a little. I thought he wanted to spend the evening with Oksana.

- You have a beautiful wife, she has a photo-hygienic face, a good figure.She, - he paused a little, - let's say, without complexes ... Yesterday, with her permission, I made a couple of shots ...

He turned on the camera, searched for the necessary shots and handed it to me.

I quickly ran through them, then began to examine them more closely.

At first she is naked with a glass of wine at the table. On the second she is naked to her full height, covering her chest and pubis with her hands. The next one is the same, only the hands have already been removed. In the fourth, she stands on Koryachka, and negros fuck her in front and behind. And finally, the last - Oksana's face in the whole frame and she sucks a black member. The photos were just gorgeous, especially the last.

I watched and could not tear myself away. I was just shocked.

- So, I suggested to Oksana, uh ..., to take a picture., Uh ..., slightly naked ...

- What? - the head was clogged with another, I just did not understand the meaning of his words

- I want to do a photo session with her.

- And you her too? - this thought immediately appeared in my head as soon as I saw the pictures.

There was a pause, he considered the answer for a while:

- Uh ... just a blowjob ...

Most likely he wanted to say at the beginning - no.

I learned more and more about the night before ... What else was there if Oksana so stubbornly leaves the answer ...

- So what do you want?

- I want to make some photos of Oksana in my photo studio. Something like that, ”and he nodded at the camera that I still had in my hands.

The proposal was unexpected, and I could not imagine what was going to be discussed. I then thought that he wants a banal fucking ...

I still did not fit in the head that she allowed herself to take a picture. Although, she already allowed to do it (the story "Blackmail"), but that was a long time ago.

I relaxed a little and only now I felt that a hillock had formed in my swimming trunks. It seems that he, too, noticed that I was excited from the photos I saw.

- And what did she answer?

- What, she, in principle, not against, but wants me to get your consent.

- I dont know. All this is somehow unexpected ...

- I'm leaving for Krasnodar today. I have a studio there. Here are my coordinates. Think you were going to leave tomorrow (and he knew that). If you agree, call. I will meet you. Everything will be official, the contract, etc. ... You will receive money for the session.

He handed me a business card and left.

I looked at her - all the information was - last name, first name, profession, address, telephone, home and mobile, email.

I went back to my wife. In her eyes I read the question, she saw what we said.

I lay down in silence and closed my eyes. I had to digest it all. Oksana fidgeted around, she was wondering how our conversation ended.

I was terribly excited by these pictures, especially the last one, but to put my wife on the general review ... Well, not for his own collection, he wants to take it, they must appear somewhere.

Oddly enough, in my heart I was almost agree, it was too great it turned out. My photos are pretty excited. I would love to have looked, but someone from my friends and colleagues could also see ...

Already when we returned from the beach, the wife could not stand it and asked:

- Have you agreed with Viktor? - That was the name of the photographer.

- Not.

Disappointment appeared on her face.

- I dont know. Somehow all of a sudden. Do you want it yourself?

“Yes,” lights flashed in her eyes.

- And you are not afraid that your friends and acquaintances will see them.

- How?

- Well, you never know how. But you never know, the Internet, for example ...

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