For our anniversary, I yearned to gift my husband something extraordinary. Seizing the chance, I agreed to a boudoir photoshoot, intending it as a playful surprise. Though inexperienced in such shoots, the photographer’s artistry and flattery made me feel irresistibly alluring. Before long, I found myself striking provocative poses, both for the camera and for him. It was an exhilarating experience, unlike any I’d known.
Though I’d never been unfaithful, I couldn’t deny the thrill. The photographer’s admiration for my form and firm legs fueled my desire. I found myself suggesting, and him agreeing, to capture something more intimate on the studio floor. We even snapped photos of that.
When I revealed all to my husband, I braced for his anger. Instead, he confessed a long-held fantasy. “I’ve always wanted a threesome,” he admitted, leaving us both surprised and excited for our next anniversary adventure.
