My wife is 24 years old, with squirmy blonde hair that reaches her shoulders, a slim waist, and perky, attractive breasts. Petite is a thin woman who looks appetizingly thin. We live in a small town in a forgotten department of Colombia. To make ends meet, my wife got a job teaching in a village three hours away. Every Sunday afternoon, she went to school and returned only on Friday. Every remaining time she wanted, she stayed at school for two or three days. The school had a small apartment for the teacher to work there. This took several months of work for my wife. And after a while, I saw the gradual change in her, such as her way of dressing, etc.
It was a monotonous Sunday; my wife had taken on an extra job that would take all day, while I stayed home. I thought about preparing something to please her… not just please her, but I imagined that since she would arrive home stressed from work, I could do something extra, transform that into an incredible Sunday, where I would have only one objective: to give my girl a lot of pleasure!Finally, introducing myself, I'm H, 29 years old and married for 5 years. Our marriage is going very well so far, despite the ups and downs (especially during the pandemic). I'll call my wife Helen here, for privacy reasons. She's my age and phenomenal! Dark curly hair, fair skin with medium-sized breasts and an enviable backside! She's well-behaved and reserved, but a real vixen behind closed doors! After we got married she gained some weight (she was very thin before) and that made her even more beautiful, her breasts and backside got bigger and even more delicious.
Andressa sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her silk nightgown. The room was bathed in a sensual twilight, the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains. The air smelled of jasmine, a fragrance that always calmed her, but that night, not even the familiar scent could dispel the anxiety that consumed her. Marcos, her husband, was in the bathroom, the sound of running water in the sink echoing down the hallway. She took a deep breath, trying to find the courage for the words she had wanted to say for so long.When Marcos finally emerged from the bathroom, drying his hands with a towel, Andressa looked up, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. He smiled, as he always did, and sat down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “What’s wrong, love? You seem so serious today.”Andressa bit her lower lip, feeling her heart race. “Marcos… I… I need to tell you something. Something I’ve been keeping to myself for a long time.”