(1) She drives the better car. I made sure of that. We can afford two cars, but the better one? All her. I'll take the Audi. She can have the Merc. I don't even like Mercs. Never did and never will.
She loves that status symbol, and I really don't care about that stuff at all. What I do care about, though, is her.
This is a woman who, even after ten years of marriage, dresses up for me. Is by my side at all of the corporate events (we've got to pay for those cars somehow, right?) and still whispers sexy things in my ear during them. She's not the world's worst cook, nor the best, but half of the time that we actually eat at home, dinner gets a little overcooked while we fuck. (The other half of the time, it's a cold dinner, like a chicken salad or something.)
She's not a tall gal, but she has a great (for her size) rack. And a great (for her size) ass. She's only 5-foot-1, but B cups on a small frame, and 32-26-36 is so, so pretty. So are her big brown eyes when looking up at me.
I love it when we come home from some event and she doesn't even start taking off her little dress. She just kneels down--still in her heels--and unzips my pants and starts sucking. Later, she'll either slip down the dress or unbutton the blouse, and take off the bra, and display her tits like she should. But she never fails to take care of me at night.
And I never fail to take care of her right afterward. There are a number of ways we do this: straight fucking, a nice vibe, a nice vibe with the glass dildo in her ample ass, or maybe just some good licking.
Wow, I love my life.
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(2) Her skirt is light, and her ass is ample. The skirt barely comes to her mid-thigh, and her pale, bare skin is revealed. Her top cuts low, and her cleavage is bare. Why, I don't know, because her best asset, including her incredible tits (and we call them tits at home, not breasts) is her mouth.
Incredible lips. Full, inviting, and, most importantly, sensitive.
She loves sucking cock. Mine, most importantly.