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.

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

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

back into the swing of things. Despite some rust, I was easily setting myself apart as one of 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,

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

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 with energy.

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

he coaches the basketball team at the local high school," I offered to

I interjected where I could. During the discussion I couldn't help but notice Stacey glance down at Frank's 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

us would often 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,

games the three of us found ourselves out at one our usual spots. Enjoying

Frank and I both noticed nearly every guy at the bar-top turn

how you do it Steve." Frank said,

what he was getting at but was interested to hear what he

Every dude in this place just gave Stacey the stare down," He said,

and you mean to tell

Stace is, so I can't really speak from experience. I just imagine it would irk the

deal with a long time ago. I guess I don't get jealous very easily because you're right. If I was that type of guy, I'd lose my mind. I just got to trust her to be her and deal with the errant disrespect once in a while." I could definitely think back on quite a few occasions where I'd

genuinely "Better man