My wife (we’ll call her B) and I are both in our thirties and have been married for ten years, together 14. She’s always been a little conservative in between the sheets, but not totally vanilla. I, however, love kinky sex, so I’ve been known to push her limits, almost always resulting in her loving it.
Her physically: 5’3″ ~140ish pounds, beautiful D cup breasts, milky white skin, and a belly that’s just soft enough. I love her body. She has insecurities like most of us, and especially after two kids, but I love everything about her petite curvy wonderland.
Me: 6’6″ 300 with an extremely broad build. I’m a chubby, bearded man with a great face. I’m also that kind of chubby that has muscle hidden from years of heavy lifting.
The good stuff.
We had arrived home alone following a date, a rarity due to the aforementioned two kids. I pour myself a scotch while B fires up Breaking Bad on Netflix. I quickly find my way to the couch and scoot in next her. I’m a groper, and I instantly begin rubbing her and teasing her. Some nights this annoys her, but she was extra turned on tonight, so I take that as permission to get more intense with it.