"I've got a surprise for you," I said to my husband, holding the photo album behind my back. "would you like to see it?"
"Are you kidding," he said. "Is it the picures you posed for?"
"Uh huh," I said, beaming. "I think you are going to like them very much."
I held out the album, barely able to wait for him to see the photos Andre had taken of me just days before.
My husband took the album and we sat down on the couch. My heart was pounding as he opened it.
"Ooh," he said. "I like this a lot."
The photo was the first Andre had taken. I was standing between two trees with my hands over my head touching each tree. I was wearing my short shorts and knee-high black leather boots and nothing more. My bare breasts were bathed in sunlight.
"If you like that one, I know you will like the others." I said.
Slowly, my husband turned the pages of the album. His reaction was enthusiastic and proud.
"I'd say that Andre did a fantastic job," he said. "But it's impossible to take a bad picture of you Suzanne. It can't be done."
"You're prejudiced," I said "but I wouldn't have you any other way."
We paged through the album, through the first set of photos Andre had taken of me in the park. The second set of photos were the ones Andre had shot of me in his home. My husband's eyes widened.
"Now these look interesting," he said.
The first photo was of me stretched out on Andre's couch, nude. The expression on my face was much more telling than in the first set of photos.
"I've seen that expression many times," he said. "And I know what it means."
"I did not know that I was that transparent," I said.
"You're not," he answered. "but I've seen that look many times and it always means one thing - you are horny"
I laughed. "Don't stop there," I said. "Check out the rest of the pictures"
With every photo Andre had brought out the seductress in me and it showed.
"Suzanne!" my husband said with a start. He was looking at a photo of me stretched out on the couch. My hips were cocked slightly. My right leg was extended and my left was bent at the knee. My right hand was cocked and I was teasing the nipple of my lest breast. The focus of the photo was clearly on the dark triangle of my pussy, which was there for the admiring.
"I thought you would like that pose." I said.
"I do, I do," my husband said. "I 'm just surprised at your boldness. Heck, you won't even posed for me that way. Look, you can see the lips of your pussy!"
"What can I say? It just seemed right" I shrugged. "I knew you would like it."
"Thank you sweetheart," he said. "You were right. I do love it."
He continued paging through the album. "This is my favorite," he said pointing to a photo of me taken moments after the shot of my pussy. My right hand rested in the dark brown hair of my pussy with my index finger playing with clit.
"Andre must have hada a hell of a time maintaining his composure taking these," he said.
