My name is Phong, my wife’s name is Hang, we’re both 27 years old, and we’ve been married for a few years, but my wife isn’t ready to have children yet. I’m content with my life, so after graduating from architecture school, I stayed home and did freelance design work for small contractors. They paid me when they were satisfied with the designs, and whoever wanted to sign the ownership documents was free to do so. Luckily, I’m very popular and have a lot of clients, so my income isn’t bad at all, if not quite good.

It all started when my wife had to attend a professional training course three evenings a week at an interdisciplinary training center. Because the class was quite far from home and she had to come home late, I naturally became her driver. While she was in class, I wandered around… and saw that the center offered courses in artistic photography and other related fields, so I signed up to kill time. After my wife finished the course, I received a huge certificate to hang on the wall.

They say it’s better not to know than to suffer for knowing too much. Now, whenever I have a little free time, I pull out my camera and start snapping pictures. First, I photograph distant and close-up scenes, then sparrows perched on power lines dropping droppings onto the street, and finally, the neighbor’s dogs and cats. Every now and then, when I get a really good shot, I print it out and show it to my wife that night to make up for the rather large sum of money I spent on the camera.

Dogs, cats, and plants get boring after a while, so I came up with a great idea and suggested to my wife that we go to the beach for a change of scenery and take some photos. Hearing that she’d get free photos taken by her husband, my wife readily agreed.

One, two, three, click… one, two, three, click… throughout the morning, I took hundreds of photos of my wife, the model, on the rocky cliffs, under the casuarina trees, by the willow branches… in many different outfits I brought along. In the afternoon, in a bikini, my wife shone in every pose: standing, sitting, lying down, walking, jumping, swimming, diving, submerging, on the shore or in the water. And rightly so, because she’s childless, 1.68m tall, with perfect curves, making her a popular photo-op photographer, someone who wants to post her pictures online someday.

In the late afternoon, watching the sunset over the sea from our hotel room, I turned around and saw my wife wearing a nightgown. I told her to stand on the balcony and take a few pictures. When reviewing the photos, I wasn’t satisfied, so I told her she should wear a thinner white nightgown and not wear a bra underneath. As she posed, I even asked her to stand naturally, slightly tilt her head back, and arch her chest a little to make her nipples protrude. While I was frantically taking pictures, my penis in my pants suddenly started to get erect. I realized my wife had somehow taken off her underwear.

Having gotten what he wanted, he dragged his wife into the room, telling her to sit on the sofa, stand by the curtain, lie on the bed… oh my, all sorts of positions. At first, her shoulders and stomach were exposed… then she was completely exposed and had to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands… then she didn’t cover herself at all, lying on her side or on her back on the bed.

Strangely enough, the more I photographed my wife, the more aroused she became. Her poses and expressions improved, and she seemed even more seductive. When I adjusted the camera for a close-up, I noticed many wet spots on the bedsheet from my wife’s vaginal fluids.

In a flash, I fixed the tripod, switched to video mode, stripped off all my clothes, and jumped onto the bed to hug my wife, Hang. It seemed like she was just waiting for this; Hang hugged me, French kissing me, her hands stroking my back and then moving down to grab my penis and start stroking it. Hang was looking for my penis to suck, and I turned my wife’s vagina towards the camera and buried my head in it.

The couple had sex in every position imaginable, and I’d linger for a minute or two before switching positions. Furthermore, I always tried to rotate the camera sideways or vertically each time we changed positions, so that the camera was sometimes focused on her vagina and penis, and sometimes on Hang’s face.

Hang stretched her legs towards the machine, riding me like a horse, her pussy relentlessly tormenting my dick. While thrusting up and down, seeing the LED lights flashing continuously on the machine, knowing the camera was recording, my wife became incredibly aroused. She put her hands on her breasts, thrusting her pussy down harder and faster, and started moaning louder.

– Oh, oh… oh… so good… are you enjoying it, honey? Today’s sex was so amazing… I’ll fuck you until your dick breaks…
– Squeak, squeak… squeak squeak… squeak… uh… uh… uh… come… come with me, honey.

My wife and I were lying down reviewing a movie, and after only a few minutes, she reached out and grabbed my penis, stroking it. When it came to the scene where she licked my vagina, I felt it and realized it was soaking wet. My arm got tired, so I handed the phone to her to watch it herself. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. After a while, I heard her whisper:

– There are too many blurry parts to see clearly. You should get some sleep so we can record a video tomorrow, okay?

I was sketching out the design plans for the new house I’d received from the contractor when my wife called:

“Oh no, honey! I forgot to bring my birth control pills while I was out, and you’ve been teasing me so much, I think I’m pregnant this time.
” “Well, we can just have a few kids at once and then get sterilized, what’s the problem?
” “You’re always joking. Oh, have you checked the photos yet? Send me the nice ones so I can show them to my colleagues.
” “Let’s wait a few days, I’m exhausted from all the
urgent design projects I need to deliver.” “Poor thing, you’ve been teasing me so much lately. Okay, I’ll stop by the market this afternoon to buy some seafood to cook and regain my strength. But remember to send the pictures right away!”

So I put work aside, took the memory cards and put them on the desktop to review them. I filtered out the ones I didn’t like or that were duplicates, leaving about 300 photos. After adjusting the colors and lighting in Photoshop, I divided them into two sets: nude and non-nude, saving them to two separate memory cards. I randomly selected about 30 photos from the non-nude set and quickly sent them to my wife. As for the video clips, I cut and pasted them into a single 30-minute video and gave it a very Western-sounding title: CLOSE-UP.

In the evening, I persuaded my wife to go to bed early, turned on the TV, and we watched some home-grown videos. After the movie ended, I asked her:

“Those oysters from this afternoon were delicious, are there any left?”
– “They’re all gone. Are you still craving more? I’ll buy some tomorrow.
” – “But I see one plump, juicy oyster lying here…”
– “You devil! You want to die? Go ahead and die!”

About half an hour later, I lowered the flag, put down my gun, and lay down to catch my breath. When my wife brought out a hot towel to wipe me down, I started snoring, though I could still faintly hear her sweet voice:

– Let’s have oysters and watch a movie tomorrow night, okay honey?