Annie is simply the best wife any guy could ask for, and I have been blessed to be her husband for twenty years now. In that time, she has given me three beautiful children and a lifetime of love, excitement and adventure.
We married at the tender age of twenty-two, and were so deeply in love. Despite messing around with some boys in high school, she had only ever really been with me. In fact, I was her first serious boyfriend. Even so, from the first time I sank my cock into her to this very day, our lovemaking has always been passionate and plentiful, which is the reason Annie got pregnant so quickly. It was only three weeks after the wedding that her fertile pussy, drenched in my cum, brought sperm and ovum together and made a baby-- a whole new person came into existence because of our love. Nothing in my life has ever been sexier than making a child with Annie.
I continued working my way through college, and eventually to law school. Throughout these years, we continued to fall deeper and deeper in love with each other. While most of our friends were getting divorces after seven years, we were fucking like rabbits in our tenth year, and had two more children to prove it.
After several years at a prestigious firm in Cleveland, I was approached about running for city councilman. I was as surprised as anyone when I won. In fact, the only one who wasn't surprised was Annie. She had stood by me and encouraged me and even campaigned for me in town. Her amiable smile was always at the ready, and people came to love her. And I loved her even more deeply.
Last November, with my sweet Annie holding my hand, I watched the poll returns come in, announcing that I won a seat in the State House of Representatives. She was smiling broadly, her eyes sparkling.
"You did it, baby!" She said, tears of pride welling up n her eyes. My reply came quickly,
"No, Annie, we did it, together. I love you so much."
Our twentieth anniversary was fast approaching, and I wanted nothing more than to give Annie a special gift to thank her for twenty years of love and support, but wasn't sure what to get. She was never into gold and diamonds, which she considered to be pretentious, and in fact, she wasn't really materialistic about anything. She had always put her stock into our relationship, saying again and again that our love and trust in each other was the most important thing in her life.
After much careful thought, I finally decided on the gift. This would be a gift of the things she desired most-- trust and love. After weeks of research, I put my plan into action, and booked a suite downtown. We went up to the room and got ready for our special evening. Annie went into the bathroom and came out minutes later wearing the most lovely black dress-- one that didn't hide the gorgeous curve of her hips, legs and ass.
"You look amazing!" I said, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. She was more beautiful than the day we married, and I loved her all the more.
"So do you, babe..." she said as she kissed me gently on the lips. "...and you smell incredible!"
My hands instinctively dropped down to her hips as she came in closer. She put her hand on my chin, opened my mouth and slowly inserted her tongue-- and made me feel like a teenager again. As she pressed up against me, she began to grind against the rapidly rising bulge in the front of my pants. It took a good deal of restraint, but I gently pushed her hips away, and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.
"Not so fast baby! We have the whole evening for this."
She gave a fake, but adorable little pout as she grabbed her purse and took my hand as we went for dinner. This was shaping up to be the perfect night.
The restaurant was quite busy, but the food was great and so was the conversation. We talked about all we had done together, about how our kids have grown, and all the other wonderful memories of our marriage. We went other bar, and were having a few Martini's when Reg Franklin came up to us.
"Bob, is that you?"
"Oh, hi, Reg, how are you doing? It's been a long time," I said as he came up and shook my hand.
"Reg, this my wife, Annie."
As Reg took in the view of my dear sweet wife, he reached for her hand, his strong, black fingers contrasting strongly against the creamy silkiness of her skin, and kissed it.
"It's an honor to meet such a beautiful woman. You're a very lucky guy, Bob."
"You don't need to tell me, I get to look at her every day."
She blushed, but playfully shrugged us off. We had a few drinks together as I explained to Annie that Reg was an intern at the Cleveland firm, and that he had worked with me on some fairly high-profile cases. We talked and drank for about an hour, and the whole time, Reg couldn't take his eyes off of Annie. He soon began flirting with her, and since I was laughing and having fun, Annie didn't seem too worried about it. In fact, I think she was actually starting to enjoy it.
Finally, as tipsy as we were, I said, "Say, Reg, I'd love to be able to catch up with you more, but we're celebrating our twentieth anniversary tonight, and it's getting late.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." he said, with an honest look of concern in his dark eyes.
"It was no intrusion, Reg." It was Annie's sweet voice. "It was a real pleasure to get to know you."
I distinctively remember hearing an unusual emphasis on the word "pleasure." We said our good-byes and I led Annie back up o the suite. When the elevator doors closed behind us, I turned to her and asked, "Do you think Reg is sexy?"
She responded quickly, with a look of feigned shock.
