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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."
