Anniversary Boudoir Photoshoot

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I was lying in bed one night, nostalgically looking at our wedding album from three years ago, while my husband Jack was working nights. I was twenty-five at the time and he was twenty-eight. Our three-year-old daughter was tucked up in bed, fast asleep. Looking back at the beautiful day had me smiling and feeling good. So many close friends and family, and our photographer Craig did such a great job. So he should have for the prices he charged.

My wedding gown was beautiful but I was seven months pregnant when we married. At the time I thought I looked fat and my boobs were huge. It was only when looking back through the album I realised I did actually look really nice on the day. I wore a tasteful, ivory, ankle length, off the shoulder maternity gown.

Putting the album down I then remembered going to bed on our wedding night and not consummating our marriage. I was so tired my poor husband had to wait until morning to do it. Knowing he had a thing for brides looking sexy, and I wasn't able to give him that on our wedding night, not that he complained, I suddenly had an idea for our fourth wedding anniversary. Although four years isn't exactly a milestone, Jack and I made a promise to celebrate every year of our marriage as if it was.

The next morning I contacted our wedding photographer Craig and asked if he would help me with my plan. We discussed it for half an hour before he agreed and his diary was free. Two days later he called back and he booked me in. The photographer was onboard, also agreeing not to charge me his wedding prices. But it would still cost me £500 for his services. With a photographer in place I then contacted the bridal shop, where I bought my gown from, and asked if I could have it refitted. They didn't need to know why and they didn't ask, but they agreed to do it for a fee before we arranged an appointment.

Next, I booked a quiet, romantic hotel in the Cotswolds. The room had a four-poster bed and it was more than big enough for what I had in store. I informed the hotel on the booking it was to celebrate our wedding anniversary, so the said they'd provide a free bottle of champagne on ice on arrival, with flowers and a box of chocolates. I was impressed. Finally, I told my husband not to book any surprises or make any plans for our anniversary. This year was going to be on me. He smiled and agreed.

Each month I discreetly withdrew a hundred pound from the bank, leading up to our anniversary, so Jack wouldn't question why £500 had been paid to our wedding photographer. That would have spoiled the surprise. I also paid the bridal shop in cash for the dress fitting. so their business wouldn't show up on our bank statements. My husband would later joke I had been very sneaky and misleading, accusing me of having the characteristics of an unfaithful wife. I'd never cheat on my husband, and he knew it.

The fitting was a success. I only wished I had the big E cup boobs I swelled to during the pregnancy, but once the gown was fitted to my post-pregnant body, and natural D cups, I was still filling that dress just as good. It sculpted my curves, minus the baby bump, ensuring I looked as elegant and sophisticated as the day I first wore it.

To not arouse any suspicion about the main feature of the anniversary surprise, I told my husband two days before the trip where we were going. He was delighted. I just hoped he would be as delighted with what I really had up my sleeve.

Our fourth wedding anniversary thankfully fell on a Saturday in August. As a teacher we had to marry during the school holidays. A bonus that I would never need to book annual leave for the celebrations.

We dropped our daughter off at my parents for the weekend and then set off for the Cotswolds. After checking in we went to the room and opened the bottle of champagne on the balcony. We then tore each others clothes off and had raunchy Friday afternoon sex on the bed. It was an amazing start to our anniversary.

Jack and I then showered and went for a stroll before returning to the room to get ready for dinner and drinks. We were so into the anniversary vibe we ended up having sex again that night. It was more of the making love variety until I demanded my husband bend me over the balcony and take advantage of my naughty, drunken state. We have no idea if anybody saw or heard us. We certainly didn't notice anyone giving us funny looks around the hotel during our lovely stay.

Then came Saturday. I was excited and extremely nervous. I also needed to deny my husbands sexual urges and his morning wood to keep him horny all day. I really wanted my plan to work, and more importantly, for him to love it, or at least enjoy it. I was sure he would. The main issue would be having Craig there, but he was the only photographer I knew and trusted, and I really needed a photographer. That was the whole point. He was a trustworthy friend of Jack's dating back to their junior years, so I trusted him.

After breakfasting my husband and I went off for a drive and a walk. He was trying to get in my knickers for a country shag, so I had to keep fending him off. Even though I wanted nothing more than to ride his cock somewhere quiet in nature, I kept having to remind myself to stick to the plan. A lovely pub lunch followed our walk before returning to the hotel. That's when my nerves went into overdrive. Craig was due at four o'clock. That gave me two hours to get ready. It was plenty of time. I told Jack to shower and get dressed, I'd meet him in the bar after I'd showered and dressed myself for our early dinner. However, there was no early dinner. We had the photographer for two hours, so I decided we would order room service later on.

Eventually, showered, alone and naked inside the room, I locked the door in case my husband decided to return, and made my long brown hair and make-up nice. I then went into my suitcase and took out a gift-wrapped box and put on the bed. Flipping the lid excitedly, I smiled at the full ivory bridal lingerie set inside. My husband was definitely going to be happy, I thought. Feeling myself becoming aroused, I picked out the classic thong and pulled it on. It had stunning floral embroidery with pretty bow detailing and frill lace straps, with a small keyhole. It was a perfect bridal thong.

Next, I picked out, and rolled up along the length of my smooth, slender legs, a pair of gorgeous nude, embroidered lace top stockings, which were designed with a sleek and seamless finish. Lastly, I picked up the unpadded, longline basque bra, with its also stunning floral embroidery and pretty bow detailing, and put it over my body with its non-removable suspender straps. Standing in front of the mirror, I set about adjusting the sexy, ivory basque around my large boobs before connecting its straps to the stockings. I felt and looked amazing. I hoped my husband would feel the same way.

Of course he would. I giggled at my reflection and hid the lingerie box under the bed and returned to my suitcase for the wedding gown. Not ideal folding it in half inside a dress carrier, but thankfully it didn't crease. Being a practical, ankle length maternity gown, it was simple enough to put on by myself because of its stretchiness, and because I wasn't pregnant. Standing in front of the mirror once again, I turned my hips left and right before slowly turning around and looking over my shoulder. It felt strange wearing the gown again. It was still a lovely gown even though I was no longer pregnant for the purpose of it. The bridal staff had done a great job, but because it was off the shoulder, I had to pull the basque bra straps off the shoulder to, just to hide them until it was time to remove the gown.

At 3.37pm my phone rang. I'll never forget clocking the exact time Craig's number started flashing up on the screen.

"Hello, Craig!" I answered nervous and excited.

"Hi, Louise. Sorry I'm a bit early. How are you feeling?" Craig sounded very buoyant on the phone.

I laughed before I could answer. "I'm good. Very nervous and anxious but I'm really looking forward to it."

"That's great to hear. Does Jack know about it yet?"

"No he doesn't. He's in the bar waiting for me. If you want to come to the room now, I'm ready to start if you like?" I suggested.

"Sure, Louise. It'll only take me a few minutes to set up. The camera is good to go."

"Ok. I'm in room 20."

"See you shortly."

I hung up the call and ordered a bottle of wine to the room. It came the same time as Craig, so he took it from the young man delivering it, saving me the awkwardness of being seen in the wedding gown when there was no wedding taking place at the hotel that weekend.

While Craig set a few things up I opened the bottle to quench my thirst and nerves, and then we were good to go. I rang my husband and asked him to bring another bottle to the room with him. Jack asked what was going on before I heard him groan his anticipation down the line. I told him his surprise was ready.

"Ok, Louise," Craig began to exercise his control. "If we're going to do this properly then you need to trust me, alright?"

"That's why you're here, Craig. I don't know or trust anyone else to do this. I told you on the phone what I wanted."

"And I have some killer suggestions for you and Jack, but to make them work I need you not knowing what's coming. Don't worry, it's all in line with what you requested."

"I'm down with that," I agreed.

"Remember, Louise, your husbands mind is going to be all over the place, and so will yours. After all, this is something totally new for you and Jack. I need to make sure you both feel as comfortable as possible whilst ensuring you get what you want and paid for. I want you feeling empowered so you look your sexy-best in front of the camera."

"I knew I paid you £500 for a reason," I giggled.

Craig grinned. "And it'll be worth every penny I'm sure. A word of advice before we start."

"Yes?"

"Listen to every instruction I give you. I want you to ignore your husband unless I tell you otherwise. If at anytime you feel you need to stop then just say so. This is your photoshoot, but listen and trust everything I tell you to do. Are you ok with that, Louise?"

"Yes. I'm happy with that. It won't be easy but I'll try my best."

"This isn't a professional, career defining modelling shoot, so I'll make it relaxed as possible. I will be checking your body language throughout, and I won't pressure you into anything that feels uncomfortable for you. You've told me exactly what you want, now trust yourself and me to deliver an awesome album."

"A salesman and a photographer," I joked to ease my nerves.

Craig chuckled. "I just don't want you looking back on this day and thinking it was an expensive, wasted opportunity. If you follow my direction you'll love it more than your original wedding album."

"I like the sound of that!" I giggled again before my husband appeared outside the door, knocking and telling me it was locked.

"Are you ready, Louise?" Craig nodded, armed with his camera.

"Let's do this!" I smirked mischievously and then downed the glass of wine before going to open the door.

"Louise? What the...?" Jack looked confused seeing me in a wedding gown.

"Get in!" I laughed.

"Wooooah! Craig? Louise? Seriously! What the hell is going on?"

I was trying to keep a straight face but I couldn't stop laughing. "Sit your arse down in the chair and don't say a word. This is for us, Jack!"

"You're going to need to give me something here, Louise," Jack chuckled as he calmed down from his initial shock and took a seat.

"As you know, Jack," I began by pouring two glasses of wine. "Craig?" I paused to offer the photographer a drink. He declined so I continued and handed my husband a glass. "When we got married I was heavily pregnant. I was hardly the sexy bride you always imagined and wanted on our wedding night."

"Awwww, baby, don't say that..." Jack softened towards me while Craig got into position.

"Shhhh!" I laughed at my husband. "This is my gift to you, Jack. Happy anniversary my love."

I softly planted a loving kiss on his lips before telling him he had to stay in the chair until instructed otherwise. I then turned my attention away from my husband and towards the photographer.

"Where do you want me, Sir," I joked.

"Strap yourself in, Jack. This is going to set your pulse racing!" Craig winked at my husband. "Alright then, Louise! Let's start with some poses of you standing in front of the mirror. I want you to pretend it's your big day. Touch your hair and ear rings as if you are naturally checking yourself over."

"Like this?" I smiled, raising my arms in the air to touch the bun on my head as if I were putting the pins in.

"Perfect!" Craig said, walking around me taking photographs.

For the next ten minutes or so Craig had me doing shots like that before he had me leaning against the four-poster bed, smiling and looking serious for different poses. He then took some of me sitting down on the end of the bed with my legs crossed, adjusting the straps on my shoes, and holding a glass of wine whilst he captured inviting cleavage shots.

The photos of the gown ended with me basking in the sunshine on the balcony. I stood with my back to the scenery, facing into the room. My arms where stretched out at the sides, hands on the rail with my head pointed in a variety of positions, looking innocent, sexy, sultry and sexy.

"Get a drink, Louise. We'll take a five-minute break before we continue." Craig instructed. "How are you holding up over there, Jack?" He then smiled at my husband.

I looked at Jack and grinned a little shy. He was grinning proudly as he gave a double thumbs up. "You look amazing, Louise! Absolutely stunning!" I blushed and thanked him before starting on my third glass of courage.

"Ready for round two, Louise?" Craig was.

"Ready when you are!" I giggled, feeling sexy and jovial.

"Ok. I want you standing just in front of the bed, Louise. Follow the camera with your eyes while you remove your wedding dress. Do it slowly and seductively. Imagine the camera lens is your husband. I want you thinking only of him as you do it."

I glanced at Jack and the pair of us laughed. I then licked my lips in preparation of getting down to business and then refocused my attention on Craig.

"To prevent you from getting stuck and losing your groove, Louise, you're going to have to follow the camera. I know it's fun, but don't look at Jack, ok?"

"Ok. I won't," I sighed, getting ready to strip in front of another man while my husband sat a few metres away. I knew it was all for him, but still, I was technically stripping for Craig. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment.

"You got this, Louise," Craig encouraged me.

"I'm proud of you, baby! I love you!" Jack chipped in.

I smiled nervously and opened my eyes when I exhaled. "I'm ready," I told the room, bending my arms to reach the off the shoulder fabric.

Craig did his thing with the camera while I zoned out of what was actually happening. It helped me follow the lens with my gaze as I gently and slowly pulled the dress down my arms. Not being pregnant this time meant I was able to give the camera a sultry look whilst reaching for the concealed zip at the back.

It was a little awkward at first, but I managed to maintain a rather professional and consistent posture while I pulled the zip down far enough for me to slip the gown off. When it was time to do so of course. My hands then smoothed across the front of my body, up to my breasts.

All I could hear was my breathing and Craig moving quietly to take the photos. I wanted to look at my husband but I knew I couldn't if I wanted to keep the flow going. So, that's what I did. I kept the flow going by lightly grabbing the gown above my breasts and, as slowly as possible, pulled it down my body.

"Wooooowwwww!" My husband breathed his approval as the floral basque was slowly revealed.

"Keep calm, Jack!" Craig smiled. "Stay focussed, Louise." I was too involved in the moment to allow myself to be distracted.

As the ivory wedding gown travelled downwards, more of the basque was revealed, and I was practically showing my tits to Craig. My hands reached my waist with the gown. I pulled it down over my hips before letting it fall under the natural pull of gravity. Staying with the task at hand, I then stepped out of the gown when it pooled around my feet.

Cupping my breasts, I nodded at Craig. It was time for his expert direction and guidance. I was standing before him and his camera, with my husband off to the side, wearing the full bridal lingerie set and shoes. Basque bra attached to lace top nude stockings, and a thong getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment. The photographer was just as impressed as my husband. He knew I'd be wearing bridal lingerie, but he hadn't seen my body like this before.

"Lean back against the desk, Louise. I want you perching," Craig said.

He had me looking seductively into the camera while I leaned back onto my hands. We quickly found the right angle to accentuate and elongate my legs in the stockings. I felt very sexy, and I was becoming aroused.

"Fantastic! Now, sit on the desk with one leg extended down and the other bent round about knee level."

Smiling, I popped my bare arse cheeks onto the desk and rested my right foot on top of it with my left leg extended, really showing off for the camera. A fleeting sly glance at my husband and I found him squeezing his groin area through his trousers. I couldn't help but smile.

"Focus on the camera, Louise!" Craig caught me. "I know it's tempting but you're doing great. Lean back a bit more for me. That's it. Now touch your right breast with your right hand. Just touch it lightly with the fingertips."

I was loving every second of the sexy photoshoot. I knew once Craig had gone Jack and I were in for some exciting, hot sex. My nipples were aching and sensitive inside the basque, and my pussy was drenching the thong. I knew my husband would be hard to. I wondered how Craig was feeling before he disturbed my wandering thoughts.

"How do you feel about posing on the balcony, Louise? I think you'd look great crouching down and looking over your shoulder with that scenery behind you."

"Let's do it," I bubbled excitedly, slipping off the desk and walking across the room in full lingerie.

Jack followed but stayed out of the way. My heart was racing with fear and excitement at the thought other guests might see me from their balconies. It was exhilarating. Craig quickly had me crouching on my feet and remove the pins from the bun, then he captured my long brown hair falling down.

"Sexy!" he said. "Rest your hands on your legs."

Following the instruction, I heard someone step out onto the balcony next door. Craig didn't seem to notice, but I did. I suddenly felt nauseous at the possibility I was being watched. I thought about stopping to be sure, but then Craig directed me to run my hands through my hair.

After a few minutes of crouching on the balcony, looking over my shoulder and looking sexy into the camera, having touched and held my hair, Craig told me to come back inside. I stood up and looked right, finding an elderly man watching and smiling. I just about noticed the phone he put inside his pocket.

Getting caught brought a new personal dimension to the erotic photoshoot, especially because Craig and my husband didn't know about it.

The next half an hour saw me in a variety of different poses. I laid down on my side, on the four-poster bed, with my head resting on my arm. Tingles danced along my spine when Craig leaned close over my body and splayed my long brown hair out on the bed. I was then looking intimately into the camera while photos were taken.