White Valentine's Day

Today happens to be White Day. After a busy day, my wife and I dragged our tired bodies to bed one after the other.

Lifting my sheets, I was surprised to find a beautifully wrapped gift: a square, flat box covered in shimmering dark blue cellophane, with a small pink ribbon knot on top.

It was clearly a specially prepared gift.

I hadn't expected my wife to have secretly chosen a White Day gift for me so early; her thoughtfulness touched me deeply.

I eagerly unwrapped it, revealing a matte dark blue hard plastic box. Opening the inner packaging, I found a similarly dark blue paper border securely holding the perfume bottle, a sleek and simple glass bottle lying quietly inside.

The palm-sized bottle felt wonderfully weighty in my hand, and I couldn't put it down.

The bottle was a slightly curved, square, flat bottle. The upper part of the perfume bottle cap was a shiny silver nickel-cadmium plated metal cap, and a small black round leather piece was attached to the spray nozzle.

I brought my nose close to the bottle opening; the light and refreshing fragrance was invigorating.

My wife was captivated by my unwrapping of the gift, her expression like that of a child.

She couldn't wait for me to try it.

"How do I spray it? I've never used perfume before!" I asked my wife, puzzled.

"Just spray a little bit on the back of your neck first! See if you like the scent!" My wife smiled happily.

So I picked up the bottle and sprayed a little on the back of my neck.

My wife immediately pressed herself against me, smelling the fragrance that was beginning to waft out.

"Wow! It smells so nice! I love it!" My wife laughed heartily, hugging my head and kissing me passionately.

"Wife! Thank you! This is the first time I've ever received perfume in my life!" I grabbed my wife and started kissing her passionately.

The two of them cuddled in bed.

My wife's soft body temperature began to rise noticeably, and I could feel her breathing quicken.

At that moment, a long-planned idea popped into my head.

"Honey! Actually, I also prepared a gift for you! We were just too tired for Valentine's Day, so I didn't bring it out!" I asked tentatively.

"Really? What are you going to give me?" My wife asked happily, surprised that I had prepared a gift.

"Guess what I'm giving you?" I deliberately kept her in suspense.

My wife shook her head.

"Something very special! You can't buy it anywhere!" I said mysteriously.

My wife guessed for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

I hesitated for a moment, then got up, bent under the bed, and took out the two albums of my wife's nude photos.

"I've made a small photo album of your photos!" I announced.

My wife happily took the album.

"This must be expensive to make for someone else, right?" my wife said, touching the glittery cover of the photo album.

The first two pages were photos of my wife and me on our trips and our wedding photos.

I quickly moved closer and started flirting with her.

"Do you like it? I was thinking you've never had a photo album taken, so I selected some of your photos and made one for you," I said.

As she continued flipping through the pages, her eyes were filled with sexy photos. She was blushing and extremely shy.

I started flirting with her while looking at the photos, my hands wandering over her sexy nightgown.

My wife, rarely seeing such revealing photos of herself, had her eyes become hazy.

"Honey, it's so embarrassing to see myself like this!" she said shyly.

Next came photos of my wife passionately giving me oral sex, or her indulging in masturbation and making love.

"Wife, I've recorded every sweet moment of ours!" I continued.

"Honey, we're so sweet! Ah! That's my... you've put it inside!" my wife said shyly, looking at the photos.

We admired each photo together.

As expected, after admiring the sexy photo album featuring herself, my wife's desire flared up.

She couldn't wait for me to have her.

Just as I was about to thrust, my erect penis hardened,

"Wait! How did you make this photo album?" This crucial question surfaced in my wife's mind, the last vestige of her rationality.

At that moment, I steeled myself and uttered the explanation I had rehearsed.

"I had it custom-made!" I anxiously watched her reaction, fearing an overreaction.

My heart pounded with anxiety as I awaited her response.

"What! How embarrassing! I've been completely exposed!" My wife's initial reaction was relatively calm.

"Which shop did you take it to? I'm too embarrassed to go out now!" She was nervous about being recognized.

She assumed I had it made at a photo studio near our home.

"Don't worry! I went all the way to Taipei to have it done! They don't even know you!" I explained while continuing to rub my wife's already erect clitoris with my fingers.

"Then... will he... save... a copy for someone else?" My wife's breathing became unusually labored under my finger's attack.

"Don't worry! I waited for him to print it out on the spot and then put the memory card away. It won't leak out." I assured her repeatedly, as I was supervising the whole process.

At this point, my wife's tense state of mind clearly changed.

"Husband... you're so crazy... you actually let me be seen naked by someone..." My wife began to utter lewd words.

I reached out and touched my wife's genitals, which had already begun to secrete a lot of vaginal fluid.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?" I asked while the iron was hot.

"I like it... husband... fuck me..." My wife lost her mind, constantly swaying her hips, craving the comfort of my penis.

And my penis was hard.

"Success! My wife isn't against being exposed anymore, I bet on the right thing!" I secretly rejoiced, not expecting things to go so smoothly.

However, such a big change in my wife must have taken a long time.

Because I always told her that the more uninhibited and wanton my wife was in bed, the happier I felt.

This was our private, sweet world, and there was no need to worry about anything anymore.

And because my wife had confirmed my thoughts, she became more and more immersed in enjoying our sexual world.

Although I actually made this photo album myself, my wife now believed my words.

In her heart, she really thought her husband was crazy enough to show his wife's most wanton and unreserved side to strangers, even including many outdoor exposure photos, and images of her masturbating with a vibrator in the wild.

And her reaction at this moment was that the shame of being exposed caused her to become very aroused.

"Wife! You know what? That boss is so envious of me for having such a beautiful wife!" I started thrusting wildly.

"Really? He said I'm pretty? I made my husband so proud!" the wife babbled.

"Really! He saw how pretty you are! And how daring you are to do those things, he said he's so jealous of me!" I said deliberately.

"He was making a photo album for me while looking at your nude photos! He said he really wanted to see you in person," I said.

"He said you're so pretty in the photos, you must be even more beautiful in person! Looking at your appearance, I really couldn't guess you'd dare to do those daring and revealing things," I teased the wife. What

I was saying was exactly what many online enthusiasts praised the wife for after admiring her beauty.

I was just using this fictional character to subtly tell the wife how many men coveted her body and envied that I had a wife who could cooperate in such crazy revealing acts.

"Husband! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Take me to his shop next time! Let him see me! We'll have sex in his shop for him to see!" the wife began to fantasize about exposing herself.

"Okay! Next time I'll take you to his shop! Let him be so jealous!" I heard my wife's murmur, and I couldn't hold back any longer, frantically thrusting into her!

"Wife! I feel so good! You're always so tight! It feels so good to fuck you!" I praised my wife from the bottom of my heart.

"I can't take it anymore! I want to cum inside!" I thrust wildly for the last fifty or so times!

"I want it! Cum me! Cum me! I'm a slutty little bitch! I love being cummed by my husband!" My wife screamed happily.

Hearing this, I couldn't hold back the intense pleasure before ejaculation any longer, and a gush of hot semen spurted out.

My wife felt the heat inside her body, her entire vagina and two plump labia trembling and clamping down on the ejaculating penis, as if trying to squeeze every last drop out of it.

I held my wife's soft body tightly, and she gripped my back tightly, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

We lay sprawled on the messy bed. My wife looked at me happily, her eyes filled with affection, and reached for her first-ever photo album, caressing it with obvious delight.

"Honey! You're so crazy! Aren't you afraid someone will see my nude photos?" Even after her climax, my wife wasn't angry that I'd let others see her nude photos.

"Because you've never had a pretty photo album taken before! I thought I'd make one for you. Anyway, nobody knows you, as long as we make sure the photos don't leak out," I said carefully.

"Honey! Thank you! I love this gift!" my wife said happily.

But at that moment, a more wicked thought arose in my mind.

Who should I hire to impersonate the boss my wife thinks really exists, the one who saw her nude photos…?

[The End]

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