What can I say, my wife is a stunning woman and grows more beautiful every day.
She has a wonderful figure, C cup breasts with large areolas and perfect nipples, she has incredible collar bones which are so sexy and look great in strappy dresses and lingerie. Her legs are long, with superb thighs and that oh so sexy gap just below her crotch, and a perfectly formed, pert arse is what initially caught my attention and it feels so good in my grasp.
But it is her stunning eyes that really get me off, the doors to her soul and her heart.
She is and always will be the love of my life, she is the complete package, and I would do anything for her, she is my perfect partner, my twin flame.
Unbelievably beautiful, she would look great in a bin bag and it is this inner beauty that always shines and regularly makes me rock hard, even when we have the simplest of embraces.
A deeply sensual woman, her lingering kisses and soft lips can get me started, but it is the feel of her arse in my hands and the gentle pressing of her breasts against my chest that bring me to attention.
Never one to start foreplay, she is always more than willing to partake in it, although it would be such a turn on if she would tease me and be the one initiate sex.
We have been together for 13 years and married for 3. Our sex life is amazing and over the last few years it just keeps getting better and better.
I am not the biggest, but I usually hold out long enough to have her cover my cock with her juices, and for me to cover her in cum, as I really hate the feel of a condom, it is not as intimate and it just doesn´t feel the same.
But there is something that has eluded my attentions and it drives me wild with desire...
Her backdoor, obsessed is not the right word to use, I dream about it and the fact that my wife will not let me in is just more and more of a turn on.
When we are spooning, my imagination begins to run wild with thoughts of penetrating her forbidden hole, to feel the warmth and tightness as I slide myself into her perfect arse, spreading her butt cheeks wide, offering the perfect view as I penetrate deeper and deeper until my clean-shaven balls bang against her soaking wet pussy.
It is a dream that I have had repeatedly, waking me from my slumber with a raging hard on, with which I sometimes wake her, as I slide my cock up and down, between her legs, before she slowly parts them and allows me access to her pussy, it is always slow and sensual when we make love this way, as I don´t want to come to soon.
I have, however hard, excuse the pun, accepted that my gorgeous wife will never allow me to delight in her anal warmth and tightness.
I don´t like it, but I love her enough to not push it any further and revel in the delight of our unbreakable relationship, we are both truly in love with each other and that is something that is worth more to me than a fantasy.
We normally get a break away once a year, money is tight and living away from parents, babysitters are not readily available, so when my parents visit, we generally jump in the car and head for a hotel. It was no different the last time my parents visited. We decided to take the Saturday and Sunday night away.
I had booked the hotel where we stayed after marrying, which was only a few miles away, but we were glad to get some alone time. We packed an overnight bag, and I added a couple of special outfits for my wife. She didn't know, but I had packed my favourite top, a triangle of sequinned fabric that covered her breasts and point toward her bejewelled belly button. I loved it the moment I saw it 13 years ago.
My cock twitched at the thought of seeing her in the top, tight jeans, knowing she was wearing a tiny thong underneath, that would hopefully be noticeable above the waistline of her jeans, a memory from when we first got together, she was always showing off her thong, although unknown to her at the time.
"I am going to take a quick shower before we head down" I said, removing my clothes.
"OK, I will join you" replied my wife of 2 wonderful years.
She jumped into the shower; her hair tied up to avoid getting it wet. She looked gorgeous in her nakedness and my cock began to twitch, as it always does.
"Hey mister, there is no time for that! Besides, it had better get some rest" she said coyly as she slapped down it´s advances.
She dressed in a simple black dress, which hugged her in all the right places, re-applied her make-up and slipped on a pair of high heels.
As we headed down to the bar I couldn´t help but think how lucky I was. Many of the men in the bar looked up from their glasses and stared at my wife as we entered.
We ordered and I sat opposite her, delighting in her beauty, she is just as spectacular today as the first time I saw her, almost 14 years ago. The conversation was flowing, and we had another couple of drinks, as the conversation progressed and became more romantic, innuendos began to flow.
We were basically chatting each other up. As we continued chatting, she began to rub her foot up against my leg, causing some of the guests to stare in awe.
It was getting on for around dinner time, so I headed to the reception to see if there was a table available. As I approached the desk, the hotel manager walked out.
"Good evening Mr West, it is great to see you again".
"Good evening Jorge, good to see you to. I see the hotel is full as usual" I replied.
"Yes, it is almost completely booked, we have a wedding party from Madrid staying. Mr West, I have taken the liberty of reserving the Spa for you and Mrs West, I hope you accept my invitation" Jorge smiled.
I am in the tourism industry and worked closely with the hotel, which has certain perks.
"Jorge, that is most kind of you, but we haven´t brought any suitable clothes with us" I said slightly disappointed.
"Do not worry Mr West, I will have towels brought up to your room. The spa is yours to use exclusively" Jorge winked and ordered the towels be brought to the room.
A private spa session, wow, this could be the beginning of a very romantic evening. I headed back to the bar to collect my wife and share the news.
"Darling, you won´t believe this, but Jorge has exclusively reserved the spa for us" I said.
"Oh that is such a lovely thought, but we don´t have any..!" she began to say.
"Don´t worry, " I interrupted.
"Jorge is sending robes up to the room now, I have a dinner reservation for 9pm, that gives us about 1 and a half hours to relax in the spa" I said.
"Ohhhh" was all that came out of my bride's mouth.
We raced back up to the room, so as not to keep room service waiting for us.
When we arrived, the robes were indeed ready, we headed into the room and I removed my clothes and wrapped the luxurious towelling robe around me.
"Babe, are you sure this is OK?" Mrs West asked nervously.
"Yes, just get undressed, we will head down to the spa and jump in the jacuzzi before heading for the steam room or sauna. It would be rude not to accept Jorge´s generous offer" I said hurriedly.
My wife removed her black dress, and I was amazed to see that she was completely naked underneath. Now I understood why the men were staring, some of them had a perfect view up her thighs to her bald pussy.
