I love my wife. I love her so much. But I've not been honest with her for a long time.
I should describe her. She's so incredibly pretty. A natural beauty with high cheek bones, small mouth and ice blue eyes. She's rather taken by the Sixties; she was nuts about the Mad Men TV show. As such, she's tailored her own style to that of that era. Her clothes are often tight shirts or sweaters and snug capri pants. She wears her chestnut hair in a longish side cut with curled ends, often wearing a headband. She's thin with nicely proportional breasts. She teaches history at a community college nearby.
Being completely realistic, I completely hit above my weight class to land her. I'm not bad looking, average height, average weight. But I scored with her because I'm a musician. A composer by trade, but a guitarist and music historian by love. I happened to have an affinity for the sixties musically as well, so when I could play for her just about all her favorite tunes, I had her.
We got married pretty young right out of college and both decided we weren't really in a rush for kids. We're now both in early 30's and still aren't feeling a huge push.
But something has begun eating at me and I couldn't hold back anymore.
She's pretty conservative sexually. We make love fairly regularly, but it's sweet and loving and typically just missionary position. I love to go down on her, but she thinks it's too dirty so doesn't let me do it often. As far as her giving head to me, it's very infrequent and she generally doesn't stick with it long before getting embarrassed. She knows that I'd be interested in more, and I believe she wants to, but her catholic upbringing just has her too uptight about it.