A husband tells his wife why he loves her, in an uninterrupted Soliloquy.
"Jeannette, you tell me that I never notice the little things about you my dear. Well let me tell you why you are wrong." I hesitated gathering my thoughts so I can express them properly to my loving wife. "I don't need any responses honey, so just ... just listen to what I have to tell you, uninterrupted." I took a breath, and continued.
"I notice everything about you honey, I
love
you and I
see
you. I love the way you become serious sometimes, and tilt your head slightly to the right, and your left eyelid twitches just a little at the corner. Yes you do ... you do that honey. Don't interrupt, this is my story and I want to say it all ... all at once." Thinking about where to start, I took a few seconds, and then continued.
"You um, bite your lip when you are worried, and ... ah ... you lower you head and smile when you are embarrassed. I notice the way your hair swirls when you turn your head. I like the way you wrinkle your nose at me when I tease you. Yes you do honey ... you do that too, I think it's cute. I love the sound of your moans when I make love to you and you are very aroused. You make little squeals when you cum honey. Those squeals are what push me over the edge most times.
You have a special smile for when you are being a brat, and one for when you are up to something and you don't want me to know. But, after a couple of questions, my dear, you always come clean wondering how I knew! You have one smile that just says you are happy, and your day is going well. You have another special sweet one just before you are going to say, 'I love you, Michael.'
I love the way my name sounds when you say it, darling ... it sounds like music. Lastly you have a smile that tells me you are about to ask me to make love to you. That one comes with a serious look, and your lips become pale as your blood races to ... um ... other places. That intensely urgent little smile always makes me hard, Jeannette!
Do you remember our last trip together honey? Yah, I know you didn't want to go, but this was your best opportunity to visit Chris after she married Ed. She is your cousin and you two were inseparable when you were younger. It was a long trip, but I didn't mind. This was something I thought you needed, and I talked you into it.
On the road, I remember you warned me about my speed, and sure enough: sirens, and and gruff looking state trooper at my window. Remember what you did, my sweet little ex-Marine? Sure, he had his collar button unbuttoned and his tie down a little, but it was a hot day.
You upbraided him ... scolded him, reminding him how so many brave officers died in the line of duty wearing that uniform, and if he was going to wear it, he should wear it properly.
I had all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing; I thought I was going to pee in my pants! I held it all in as my little ex-military wife verbally pulled him up by the stacking swivels, and let him have it with both barrels.
I thought he was going to haul us both in right there! But, he buttoned his button, and he snugged up his tie, and at your insistence, he trudged back to his unit to grab his cover off the front seat and pull it down on his head. Well, he walked back to our car with a purpose, and I thought that purpose was going to be throwing me in the local clink.
He stood at my window, flipped his ticket book open, drew his pen out of his pocket, and he was just about to write when you looked past me and through my window smiled one of your special smiles at him, and told that trooper how handsome he looked in his uniform, properly worn. He stared at you for a few seconds, put away his pen and flipped his ticket book closed.
He held it between his thumb and forefinger, pointed it directly at me and said sternly,
"You drive carefully on
my highway
boy, and take good care of that sweet little girl of yours."
Then he looked at you, smiled as he tipped his cover and just said, "Ma'am!"
The smile on your face as he walked back to his unit said, "Ha, ha, I just got away with something!" See? I notice things about you. You have a special smile that just melts hearts, and that trooper was a victim of one of those. I don't know how you do it, but you do.
We finally reached Ed and Chris's place, and they put us up in that crummy little bedroom downstairs behind the rec room. I watched you as you started to get ready for dinner that first night. You were sitting at that small dressing table, slowly brushing your long silky hair. When you relaxed your arms and looked at yourself in the mirror, the straps of your silk slip fell down over your shoulders.
I swear the only thing holding your slip up was the tactile friction of the material over your breasts, honey. I noticed the way your slip hung from your body. The way it curved around your breasts, accentuating them, with your nipples poking into the fabric.
Then you propped yourself on the stool, holding on to the seat, as you turned to look at me over your shoulder. The strap closest to me slipped down a little further, pulling the material off your left breast, so your nipple was just visible under the edge of your slip.
Ah my darling, what a lovely sight you made!
I noticed the line of you from your neck down over your shoulder, and the curve of that nearly uncovered breast. I noticed the line of your back as you twisted on that stool, and even the expression on your face, Jeanette. It was sweet, and you gave me the smile that says, "I love you!" Even though you didn't actually say it, I got the message, and said softly,
"I love you too, sweetheart!" You smiled at my getting your unspoken message.
At dinner, I just watched you. I was so proud of how engaging you were. Ed and Chris were in love with you darling ... you had them. You don't think I notice the small things, but I noticed the way you lifted your wine glass to your lips, took the smallest sip and placed it on the table. I know, I know, it's a
very
small thing, but I noticed that it made my little brat seem a little more polished and dainty.
When we were getting ready for bed later, you were in just a blouse and panties ... no bra. When you crawled onto the bed, it creaked something terrible. You were on your knees, and you just bounced a little to make it creak more. Then you started bouncing wildly up and down, clutching at your breasts, shaking your hair, and moaning loudly with the most believably fake orgasmic sounds I have ever heard! Meg Ryan has nothing on you my dear! I believed it!
And, that finish! You were moaning and running your hand through your hair, like you were really about to cum, and then you finished by throwing yourself onto the mattress on your back, and moaned as loud as you could, bucking your hips into a final orgasmic shudder. Then you looked up at me and smiled saying loud enough for Ed and Chris to hear upstairs,
"Oh Michael, that was sooo good. Was it good for you, my darling?"
Baby, I was in absolute stitches, I don't think I could have laughed any harder; my sides hurt. You are a natural, doll. You are one of a kind. Then with a serious expression, you turned your head slightly to the right, and your left eyelid twitched just a little at the corner and you said in a soft breath,
"Make love to me Michael!"
I was wearing just my knit boxer briefs by then. I crawled onto the bed and straddled your right leg, with a knee on either side. I lowered myself to kiss you, propping my body up on my arms. I straightened, and slowly unbuttoned you blouse. It fell away like petals opening and exposing some rare and beautiful flower. Your breasts jiggled slightly from nervousness ... anticipation.
You helped me work your blouse off and I let it fall to the floor. When I put my fingers into the waistband on your panties, you raised your little hiney off the bed to allow me to pull them down over your shapely ass, and off your legs. I put them to my face and breathed in your strong female smell on them, and they landed on top of your blouse.
I opened your legs with mine, leaned down on my arms and kissed you again. This time, longer and with more passion. I kissed your throat, then your neck where it curved into your shoulder. Raising your arms above your head, I bent down to kiss your armpits, and I could smell your aroma, so sweetly sweat scented ... musky. I kissed them and you smiled biting your lower lip. I think it tickled you a little.
I kissed your nipples, and then drew them into my lips to suck them a little. I blew on your wetted nipples one at a time, and you shivered from the cold on your warm nubbins. I watched them become erectile. I held your breasts in my hands as I kissed them and then moved my kisses down your sternum. I squeezed your breasts as I moved my hands down your sides kissing down to your stomach.
I paid particular attention to your little innie. When my tongue entered your bellybutton, you giggled like you were thirteen-years old. When I moved down to your mound, the giggling stopped, and the moans started. I twirled your light pubic hair around the tip of my tongue. I slid my tongue into the top of your crease letting my tongue play with your most sensitive nub. But, when I sucked it into my lips you gasped sharply, raised your hips to my face, and your moans became louder as you started breathing faster.
I licked, and bit your lovely labia lips for I don't know how long. When I glanced up, all the blood had drained from your face and lips. But, it all went to your pussy as
those
lips became engorged. You were breathing heavily, all the way in, and all it way out. Your breasts heaved, capped by those amazing erect nipples. I just wanted to breathe in your natural female musk.
You exuded a strong but erotic feminine odor, and I was getting light-headed from the aromatic cocktail I was inhaling. A cocktail made up of sweat, your moisture, and your natural female stink. God, I love the way you smell my darling. I kissed you just below your crease, and let my tongue just dance lightly over your little ass pucker. When I did that, your gasped in sharply again, and moaned,
"Oh! Ohhh, Michael!"
My name on your lips sounded like a fervent prayer ... soft ... devout. I moved up and placed my hands under you. Your lovely pussy was so wet, my dear, and I wanted to be inside you so much. When the tip of my cock touched your pussy, you started breathing harder as my stringy pre-come mixed with your juices.
You moaned loudly, "Oh Michael, please! I need your inside me now."
I obliged you, as I slowly slid myself into your soft moist fleshy place. I slipped it in as far as I could, and slowly stroked in and out of your amazing little body. God, it felt so good to be inside you! Your fleshiness inside warmed me, caressed me, and held me tight inside you.
When I stroked it in a little more firmly, I could feel you coming as you shuddered in my arms. Those little orgasmic squeals of yours brought me close. You came twice more as I stroked in and out of you for the longest time, until I finally stiffened, rammed it into you all the way, and released deep inside you shuddering like crazy as I grunted with each throbbing spurt of my cum.
We were both convulsing and shuddering, holding onto each other for dear life until our bodies calmed nearly to a dead stand still. I smiled at you and said, still a little breathy,
"Now ... th-that ... one-one I-I really believed ... my darling."
