My twentieth anniversary with my darling husband, Keith, was just around the corner. I was wracking my mind trying to figure out something special to give him to celebrate the day and express the love I continued to feel for him.

We had married right out of college, where we had first met. We had our first child, a daughter named Bliss, a year later. Our son, Will, came into our lives two years after that. Both were now doing well in colleges out of state.

I had just turned forty-seven and was mired in my empty nest syndrome. I was still enjoying my job as an accountant for a local nonprofit. Keith had climbed the ladder and was now an executive at a manufacturing firm. Everything seemed so idyllic, but I needed something to spice up our sex lives that had fallen into a little bit of a stale routine. With the kids now out of the house, this felt like the perfect time.

But what could I gift Keith to both show my continued love for him but also provide something to help rekindle what had been sorely missing recently?

Later that evening, Keith walked in on me while I was doing some lingerie shopping online. He looked over my shoulder as I was perusing the garter belt page. I could tell he was enjoying ogling the models in their pretty lingerie. He was practically drooling over them.

"Do you like the black lace garter belt, honey?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, very much. Are you thinking of buying one?"

"Yes, and maybe one or two more. What do you think of the redhead modeling it?" I asked. "She looks kind of like me, doesn't she?"

"Yes, she is quite pretty, but nothing like my lovely wife," he replied, never taking his eyes off the screen.

I should have been miffed that he was drooling over the models with me sitting right there, but it was harmless. I'd caught him masturbating to pictures of lingerie-clad women on the internet before. It actually really turned me on watching him slowly stroke himself to a beautiful woman in her sexy underwear. Who was I to complain? I had done it many times myself.

He gave me a peck on the cheek and then walked out of the office with a visible bulge in his trousers. I'd have to help him with that later, especially after the wicked thought that popped to my head at that very instance that really started to get my juices flowing.

"I have the perfect idea for his anniversary gift," I thought to myself. "I can go to a studio that specializes in boudoir photography and have some professional pictures taken of me in my sexiest lingerie."

Keith would love that. He could then masturbate over the pics of me instead of some random woman on the internet.

I did a quick search and found a few options in our town. One advertised two photographers, one being a female.

"That would be perfect," I thought to myself with a smile. "I think I'll be more comfortable with a woman taking the pictures."

Now, even more sure this was the perfect gift, I booked a two-hour slot for the following morning, when Keith would be at work.

Thinking more on my special gift, I was now totally aroused with the wicked idea of what I would be doing for Keith. My panties were soaked.

Keith would be getting an added bonus tonight as I ran down the stairs to ravish my husband.

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After Keith left for work, I readied myself for my big day. I showered and shaved my legs, getting them as smooth as silk.

As I was finishing my shower, I had another wicked thought. "What if I shave my pussy as well? Keith would love that."

Smiling, I picked up my razor again and made short work of shaving my pussy bald. This just got my arousal supercharged again. Sliding my hand between my legs, I slipped a finger across my folds and into my dripping pussy. As my thumb found my clit and circled it tenderly, I moaned out loud.

My other hand drifted up to my breasts. My fingers found my stiff nipple. Tugging on it gently, the added sensation was incredible. My entire body now felt like a live wire.

I finger-fucked myself, first with one finger and then with a second, curling them upwards to stimulate my g-spot. My legs started to get weak as I edged myself multiple times, trying to hold off my climax for as long as possible.

Slumping down onto the tile bench, I eagerly pulled the shower wand from its hook before aiming the pulsing spray directly between my legs. Each pulse against my clit made me shiver. The intense stimulation was almost too much to bear.

Between my thoughts of what I was going to do later that morning and the stimulation I was now giving my incredibly aroused pussy and tits; it was not long before I reached the point of no return. I cried out, finally allowing the orgasm my body now craved to crash over me. I was overcome with wave after wave of pleasure as it rolled throughout my body.

"Oh, fuck," I cried out as I dropped the wand as my climax completely overwhelmed me.

Panting, I collapsed against the wall of the shower, my body still tingling.

"Damn, I'm not sure if I'll make it through the entire day if this is how it is going to go" I sighed, shaking my head. "Shit, I haven't even left the fucking house yet."

I got out of the shower and gathered my makeup and the lingerie I wanted to wear for the boudoir pictures. I selected a virginal white bra, panty, and garter belt set of satin and lace and then pulled out a brand new pair of sheer, white lace-top stockings to wear with them. This was my husband's absolute favorite outfit on me. It would be perfect for the photoshoot.

"Keith will just go crazy when he sees his gift," I thought to myself with a sly smile. I was starting to get highly aroused again at the thought. This was going to be a long day.

I quickly got dressed in my comfy sweatshirt and leggings and grabbed my travel bag, packed with my supplies, and headed out the door for my adventure.

The studio was in a quiet neighborhood on the other side of town. I entered, looking around at the tasteful photos hung on the wall, all showing beautiful women displaying themselves in their most intimate glory.

A handsome young man, looking to be in his mid-twenties, approached me and held out his hand in greeting. "Hi, my name is Rick. You must be Tracy."

I shook his hand and replied, "Yes, I have an appointment with Carla for a photoshoot this morning."

He frowned and replied, "There must have been a miscommunication. Carla is out all this week. We share this studio. I am handling all our customers while she is away."

I was taken aback by this sudden turn of events. "I'm supposed to have a boudoir shoot this morning. When I saw in your advertisement showing a male and female photographer at this studio, I just assumed I could elect to have the female photographer take the pictures."

"Well, that would normally be the case, but with Carla out this week, I am the only option. I can assure you, I have had quite a few boudoir sessions with women before, but if you would be more comfortable waiting for Carla to return, we can rebook you with her. Her first available appointment will be next Friday at the earliest."

"Damn, that would be too late. My anniversary is next Tuesday, and I was hoping to have the finished pictures ready to give my husband as a special gift to celebrate that day."

"That's too bad," Rick replied. "I'd be more than happy to take them today if you want. I promise you I am a professional and have done this many times before. You can check my reviews; I have never had a complaint about my work. In fact, I have had many compliments regarding my work ethic and how I compose myself within the studio."

I stood there thinking for a moment. I had my heart set on giving Keith this special gift for our anniversary. Looking in Rick's eyes, I decided he seemed like a good soul. Someone I could trust. It didn't hurt that he was cute as heck as well, and having him take photos of me in just my lingerie started to get me more than a little aroused again.

"How bad could it be?" I thought to myself.

"OK, Rick. Let's do this," I said with a smile.

"That's my girl," he replied with a bright smile. "Let's just have some fun with this. You will love my work, and your husband will be thrilled with your gift."

Placing his hand on the small of my back, he led me to a small dressing room. His touch caused a slight shiver to course throughout my body.

"You can get ready in here, Tracy. The studio is just through the door in the back. Come in when you're ready. I'll be inside setting up my equipment."

He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"Well, how bad could this be," I whispered to myself with a chuckle. "In an hour, or two, I will have some beautiful pictures to give Keith on our special day."

With that, I got down to business to make myself as pretty as I could for the photos. I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and released the clasp on my plain white bra, freeing my still perky 36C breasts from their confinement, my dark nipples hardening instantly in the air conditioning. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the lacy white bra and fastened it around my chest.

"Looking good," I thought to myself as I looked in the full-length mirror.

Kicking off my sneakers, I slid my leggings and panties down and kicked them to the side. Digging through my bag, I pulled out the matching garter belt and fastened it around my waist. I opened the package of sheer-white stockings and carefully pulled them up each leg before fastening them to the garters. The matching white satin panties were last as I pulled them up into place.

Looking in the mirror drew another smile out of me. Thinking how Rick would be the first man other than my husband to see me dressed so intimately, in longer than I cared to remember, sent a shiver down my spine that settled directly between my legs. My panties were already getting more than a little moist with these thoughts.

I sat down at the vanity to apply my makeup, taking special care to get it perfect, highlighting my eyes to make them dark and mysterious and finishing with my bright red lipstick. I set my hair in a single braid down my back, wanting my face to be fully exposed for the pictures. Finally, I slid my feet into my white five-inch stilettos and then covered myself in my short, sheer white robe.

I was now starting to get really excited. I could feel the wetness creeping into my panties again, knowing what I would be doing in the next few moments.

"Well, here goes nothing," I thought to myself as I opened the door into the studio.