"Happy birthday my Darling," Sophia said as she handed Alfie his present, a large square flat package wrapped up in paper covered in coloured balloons.
Alfie sat up in bed and said,
"Wow that's big isn't it? Why don't you wait to give it to me this evening at the party?"
"Because my darling I think this one should be opened in private and anyway I would like you to open this one first as it is something you've always wanted." She kissed him on the lips and left the room to make coffee.
Alfie put on his glasses and sat looking at the coloured paper wondering what was in it; he did not want to open it until she had returned with some coffee. He lay back on the pillow and wondered what was in stall for him in the coming year, another birthday, but at least another year closer to retiring and returning to his beloved Algarve. They would be able to travel more and see some of the world that they had still to discover. Alfie thought to himself that as the years passed would his health deteriorate, would he enjoy sex and making love to Sophia still feel as good as it did now, stirrings were beginning to happen just thinking of Sophia and making love to her. Just then Sophia came back in the bedroom and walked over to the bed with a tray of coffee and some toast, jolting him out of his daydream.
"Haven't you opened it yet? Go on rip the paper off." She said with excitement in her voice
"I was waiting for you, I wonder what it could be?" he said but he had a fair idea as he felt around the edge of the paper.
"Is this a picture?" he said as he began to rip at the paper.
"Wait and see," was all Sophia would say with a coy smile showing at the side of her mouth.
After a layer of wrapping paper, then a layer of brown paper and then a layer of tissue paper, the painting was finally unwrapped and Alfie sat there with his mouth open, eyes wide and a broad grin on his face.
"That is fantastic, I love it, what a wonderful painting and a beautiful subject," he said as he tenderly touched the figure in the picture with his fingers and looked up at Sophia,
"Place in on the dressing table over there for me will you, so I can see it in full and in all its glory," he asked Sophia handing her the painting, she moved a couple of things and propped it up on the dressing table so that he could see it in full, he laid back on the pillows and feasted his eyes.
The painting was of his favourite person, his wife, she lay on a gold coloured chaise lounge, with her long flowing slightly greying hair spread out against the cushions that supported her back and enabled her large ample breasts to be shown at their best. The large tanned breasts with hard, erect nipples greeted Alfie and the colour and texture of the painting was so good that he could almost feel her tender soft skin and hard bulbs. Alfie's eyes moved down the shapely body, drinking in every inch of his loving wife's luxurious slightly tanned body, not bad for a woman of her age the thought to himself, she'd been sunbathing naked as much as she could over the past couple of months so her tan was all over. Seeing her just the way he had always wanted to, totally naked, laid outstretched with her body beckoning him to take her.
Around Sophia's waist was a long train of fine white lace fabric that draped over the back of the chair and came across the front of her body and landed on the floor. She was laid slightly on her side with her back resting against the back of the chair and one leg was bent upwards and the other bend over the side of the chair with her toes with painted red nails just touching the carpet. What Alfie saw next was amazing, he said, as he drank in the painting, revealed was Sophia's wonderfully shaved pussy and she was opening her lips to reveal her shiny, wet glistening clitoris with the fingers of her left hand.