Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Beautiful Stacey 1

My wife and I met, fell in love, and married shortly after college. We live in a small house in the suburbs just outside of Atlanta, it's a nice up and coming area with plenty of other people our age. My name's Steve, I work in the banking and finance sector. My wife, Stacey, teaches fourth grade at a local elementary school. We aren't exactly wealthy, but we maintain a comfortable lifestyle and don't have many monetary complaints. We are both relatively young, I recently turned 34 and my wife is a few months shy of 29 years old. Our parents have been starting to pressure us into having kids but neither of us feel quite ready, maybe in another year or two. Despite not having any little ones running around the house I do consider our relationship to be pretty special, we share common interests in nearly every social and political category, we're both animal lovers, progressive minded, and generally decent people.

In addition to connecting on a mental level, we also click on a physical one. Our sex life is great, we are always teasing each other and we usually find time for sex at least a few times a week. I like to consider myself a relatively attractive guy, nearly six feet tall and with semi-attractive features - growing up I never had a huge problem receiving attention from women. With that being said, my wife is a total knockout. She has an angelic face, light brown hair down to her shoulders, beautiful hazel eyes, large natural breasts, a narrow waist, and a nice, firm, plump ass. She earns stares everywhere she goes, a complete package. I think most people would consider her to be a real life, flesh and blood, ten out of ten. And if her physical appearance wasn't enough, she also has a bubbling personality. She treats her kids at school like they were her own, she's friendly to people from all walks of life, and she's respectful, intelligent, witty, and caring. I feel profoundly lucky to call her my wife, and I'm happy to say that we are deeply in love.

I do tend to work some long hours, and tonight I was arriving home to the smell of some home cooking.

"Hey baby," I kissed Stacey on the cheek as I entered the kitchen.

My wife isn't the type to cook dinner every night of the week, but when she does it's usually a home run. Tonight she was sporting a sexy little home dress underneath her apron - a glass of red wine was in her left hand as she stirred up some pasta with right.

I suddenly had a moment of panic "Please tell me I didn't forget a special occasion."

She laughed "Is a wife not allowed to do something nice for her husband on a whim? You've been so stressed this month, I felt like you deserved a nice dinner" Like I just got done saying, she's an incredible woman.

Acknowledging that to myself, I leaned in and kissed her deeply.

After a great meal and what most would consider too much wine for a weeknight, we headed upstairs. In no time flat we were naked and pawing at each other. For some reason, tonight more than most nights - I noted how beautiful my wife was. As I gently thrust my six inches into her I noticed her large tits swaying erotically atop her chest. I reached down and clutched her hips, more quickly pumping myself in and out of her gorgeous pussy. When switching to doggy I was captivated by her incredible ass, slapping it lightly and watching the tight ripple along her milky white skin. Her soft moans of pleasure sending me quickly over the edge. I came, faster than normal - luckily she reached a small orgasm right before I erupted. We laid together for a moment, kissing passionately, eventually both heading into the bathroom for a shower.

look at myself in the mirror - although happy with my life, I couldn't help but notice that I was gaining some weight, and getting a little flabby. Normally it wouldn't have bothered me, but a moment of clarity had me feeling that Stacey deserved me at my best. At 29 years old she'd put even the most gorgeous 18 year old girls to

to sign up for a basketball recreation league. I had played college level basketball for a Division 1 school, and as such was pretty damn good at it. When I told Stacey about the rec league she was excited to learn that I was going to be playing again. Maybe a part of her even looked forward

the best players in the league. I made fast friends with one of my teammates, Frank. He was a 42 year old high school coach, also a former college player, black guy, reasonably attractive, tall, very athletic, and skilled - he seemed a bit too talented to be playing in a basic recreation league, but I suppose I did as well. After one of our wins

is Frank, dude is amazing on the court. Frank,

engulfing her delicate white one, Stacey replied, "Yeah I noticed, looks like you've been playing basketball for a while, nice to meet you!" as always she was beaming

the rock pretty well yourself," Frank graciously replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you

the basketball team at the local high school," I offered

shorts every so often. I looked to see what the problem was. I was surprised to see that Frank appeared to have a massive outline of an appendage running down his basketball shorts. It appeared absurdly big and I couldn't confirm if it was really a penis or just the parking lot lighting

hit bars after the games, Stacey sometimes in tow - we even had him over for dinner on a few occasions. We learned that Frank lived in a small apartment near the high school, he was currently single - his ex-wife apparently leaving him with very little, taking his two daughters out to the west coast. He was only able to see them a few times a year, which seemed to upset him greatly. Despite that, he retained a positive attitude, and he proved to be an intelligent

one our usual spots. Enjoying some

room." Stacey said. She stood and headed down the hall. Frank and I both noticed nearly every guy at

it Steve." Frank

I knew what he was getting at but was interested to hear what he had to

You saw it. Every dude in this place just gave Stacey the stare

you

the beauty that Stace is, so I can't really speak from experience. I just

I was that type of guy, I'd lose my mind. I just got to trust her

back, genuinely "Better man than