She glided away to go and tend to the stove, while I tried to will away the stiffness in my suit pants. It definitely didn’t dissipate when I smelt ...hat my goddess had cooked for the first night of our weekend. I walked into the kitchen to see her dishing out my favourite spaghetti with lamb meatballs and Napoli sauce. Thrilled, I went to the bench to help out, taking the bowls out of her hands and to the table, kissing her quickly on the way. ‘Baby, you’re going to sit down and relax while I. She started to open my shirt and gradually made me nude. I too opened her dress, gave her the bottle of beer and told her to just relax and enjoy. I went behind and started to kiss her neck and she started to moan. I too opened her dress and took her huge boobs in my mouth, she pressed my head harder and ordered me not to stop. I kept on sucking her one boob and squeezed the other.I then took her to the washroom, started to pour beer on her body and sucking her boobs hard and roaming my hand. But there is always something in every couplethat seems to not quite fit, keeping anyone just shy of perfect; that'sjust life.We had two obvious such somethings. One minor; one not so. The firstwas my incessant desire (possibly even need) to try to display mylovely wife; some friends even called it "voyeuristic exhibitionism."Would my wife win a modeling career? Probably not, but her 6' blondeframe was exquisite none the less and I was proud of her for it.However, her modest upbringing. Or even that you wanted to be a prize in the game." Ah-hah!" Angela breathed, "And how did that make you feel?" Hot." What did I do when you lost?" You stood up and kinda smirked at me. You told me I shouldn't have bet if I couldn't back it up." And how did I sound?" Angela inquired.I again thought for a few seconds. "Bitchy." Bitchy?" she said, raising an eyebrow."Yes." Did that excite you?" Yes, it did - a lot."Angela digested this information for a few seconds. "And then I walked over to the.