Do you remember what your childhood when you imagined what the perfect life would be and who you would marry?
Well, mine was the fantasy perfect wife. She would be loving, beautiful, caring, a nymphomaniac, great cook, a wonderful mother, a playboy pinup, and a porn star that would fulfill every one of wants and desires.
My fantasy met reality when I met Amanda. Amanda is THE perfect woman, but most of all, mine. She is the object of every fantasy and desire you could ever have or want. If I can think it up, she will gladly perform it, the epitome of the perfect wife.
Does she have her flaws? Yes, I am sure she does, but I can't see them. What do mean, you ask? Here is an example. Our sun has sun spots correct? Next time it is a nice bright day, try going out and looking directly into the sun to see the sunspots. You know they are there, but you can't see them cause of the brightness of the sun's rays. Just like my Amanda, I know she has some flaws, but her perfection is so overwhelming that it overshadows any imperfections that might be there.
To start off on how we met, we were introduced through a mutual friend and had known each other for quite some time before anything started between us. Late one night when neither of us could sleep, we started talking on the computer and, one thing led to another, and the topic turned more to a sexual flirtatious nature.
Nothing overly sexual at first, but as time progressed, so did the talk of sex. I saw her in a whole new light.
My first sexual encounter with Amanda will be forever etched in my mind. It is often the topic of thought when she isn't around and I masturbate thinking of her. I had been sick and running a fever and she offered to come over and check up on me. I was in bed and she was so loving and nurturing to me while I was delirious with fever.