Willow
She giggled every stumbling step she made as I walked behind
her carefully steadying her progress.
When we finally reached the bedroom she turned and paused, staring into
my eyes. “I love you baby.” she
whispered. “I know you do.” I responded
quietly as a wide smile flashed across my face.
“And I love you.” We were at the
close of another of our popular wine a cheese parties and it seems my wife may
have had just a bit too much red wine this time around.
As we drew closer to our bed she nearly flew into it,
launching herself the last few feet in the air and flopping with a muffled thud
onto the comforter that lay on top. She
laughed uncontrollably and rolled over, once again staring at me seemingly lost
in thought. As I reached out and began
removing her black lace high heels her laughter quieted and the smile on her
face faded. “You are so good to me.” She
slurred a bit as she said this. “You are
worth every ounce of my time sweetie.” I replied as my heart fluttered.
I could not believe how lucky I was to be married to this
simply radiant and somewhat drunk women that lay before me. Her blue eyes glinted with the glaze of
intoxication and she was yet again smiling.
“Will you help me?” she purred.
“I am.” I said. “Will you help me
out of my dress?” She said as she
squirmed to the edge of the bed and stood up.
I licked my lips at the sight of her.
She had turned with her back toward me and motioned to the zipper at the
top of her gorgeous form fitting black dress.
I reached out and moved her long raven hair to the side so that it would
not get in the way and I slowly slid the zipper along the curve of her back allowing
my eyes to enjoy every bit of her as I did this.
