Some background on us. I'm your typical 45-year-old white guy. 6 feet tall, 195lbs. Nothing remarkable about me. My wife is slightly younger, 40, and is an amazing looking woman, especially after 4 kids. She's 5'7 and was a stick figure when we get married. She was 118 lbs but now after four kids is 135 lbs. Her breasts were small when we started dating, originally a 32 A, but they are now a beautiful 34C. She has curves in all the right spaces and let me tell you something those curves drive me wild. I always thought skinny is what I liked but I was so wrong. Curves in the right places are where it's at.
This story is about sexual fun we had on Sunday February 2
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, 2025. I was hanging out in the kitchen waiting till I heard the shower start up because that was my queue to head to the bedroom. I then heard the shower starting up. I went to the bedroom, removed two cats, locked the door and put a laundry basket full of clothes in front of it to block animals or kids from trying to get it. I then pulled down the shades of the three-bedroom windows and last but not least I shut the closest door. My wife doesn't like having lights on because she's unhappy with her body. I then snuck into the bathroom and went to the hook where all her Victoria's Secret bras are hanging. There's a black one, dark brown, light brown, blue, sea green, pink, white, red and a couple of other ones. I picked out the white one and then went to the vanity drawer with her underwear and picked out her blue Aerie silk bikini panties and left them out as that is what I wanted her to wear. I then slipped out the bathroom, turned on the noise maker, opened my phone, went to You Tube and started playing massage music. She hollered after a few minutes later asking if I could turn on the fan in the bathroom for her and so I hopped off the bed and did that. Once I got back out of the bathroom, I stripped down to my black Jockey string bikini underwear. A minute or two later she comes out wrapped in a towel that covers from her breasts to a couple of inches below her ass. I could see the white bra straps, so I knew she had followed my choices I had laid out for her.