I love my wife. Some would argue I worship her. But she's perfect. No, she doesn't have legs that go from Texas to Alaska or breasts the size of a politician's ego or a pert butt you could bounce a quarter off of. All that doesn't matter. I find her plenty attractive, and more importantly, she cares about me. Always trying to make my life easier.
Yes, it helps that I feel the same way and I do the dishes and help with the vacuuming and contribute to the process of folding laundry. But that's what makes our marriage work so well -- neither one of us is a selfish bastard.
We were born just a month apart -- I'm 27 days older than her. For her 30th birthday, I had made one of her fantasies come true by hiring a male escort so she could have two men at once in bed. It hadn't hurt the marriage: in fact, it had strengthened it.
She was supposedly planning something special for our fifth wedding aniversary, but wouldn't tell me what it was, promising only that I would love it. Well, I'd find out soon enough. The anniversary was in three days. Today was a typical Wednesday: I was just pulling into the driveway now, at 5:45, arriving home from work.
I opened the door, closed it behind me, and walked in. Gina was waiting for me, as always. Her work schedule let her be home by 4:15.
"Hello, Tommy." She pulled me into her arms and gave me a kiss. "How was work?"
"The usual rat race." I held my sweet wife in my arms. "Have I told you how much I love you, Gina?"
"Every day, sweetie. And I never tire of hearing you say it."
"I love you with all my heart."
She tightened her embrace. "I love you with all my heart too, dearest. Now come eat dinner."
It was delicious as always. Since she cooked it, I cleaned up. Afterwards, we relaxed with a movie and then went into the bedroom and cuddled.
"So you're not going to give me any clues about what you have planned for Saturday?"
"Nope."
I gently caressed Gina's flanks and paused to admire her body. Shoulder-length straight brown hair, average-sized breasts, normal legs, a little bit of extra padding on the butt -- not that I could complain, I wasn't thin as a beanpole myself -- but true beauty comes from within, and Gina's sweetness, kindness and loving made her the most beautiful woman in the world to my eyes. I kissed her cheek. "You're gorgeous."
She smiled. "And you're handsome."
We snuggled together and fell asleep with our bodies entwingled, like we always did. You don't have to have wild sex every night to display intimacy.
Saturday came around. We had a lovely day at the park and the museum, then an early dinner. We got back to the house at 6:45. Gina locked the door behind us and guided me to the bedroom, where we both stripped. After quick pit stops, we lay naked together on the bed.
