Do more men get that feeling, when they see their loved one in a crowd and they are stunned by their beauty? I still have that feeling for Lynn, even after all these years. We are both 42 years old and have been a couple since High school. I have never been with another woman, Lynn was my first and only love.
We are at a neighborhood party. We don't go out much but this is a nice outing and we both have a good time. Lynn is an attraction and there is probably no neighbor who hasn't shared his opinion about her appearance but we are used to it and it is fine in a way.
We live in an old house on the edge of our village. It was my grandparents house and we were able to buy it 15 years ago. We knew a new residential area was planned in the fields around it but only now the houses are ready. Everybody is more or less settled and now it's time for the new residents to throw a party and get to know each other.
Mostly young couples and families bought these expensive houses and all of a sudden children played around our house. We could see fathers teaching their kids cycling, proud young men working in their houses, building a future for themself and their family. Young women, in the pride of their life, work hard and show off their good life with expensive clothes and car's.
Lynn and I enjoy being around them although we don't quite fit in. We don't have this attitude of success and money, we never had. A neighbor tells me how charming he finds our old house. And I praised him for how he decorated his new house and how, although all houses look the same, it stands out.
While talking to him I watch Lynn sitting on the chair I took from home. She is alone and groups of women are talking to each other while looking at her. She looks happy and smiles. She is wearing her yellow dress. Due to her thick thighs she sits with her feet wide apart. She can't wear closed shoes and I helped her into the sandals she is wearing. Her toes can't reach the front but she can walk without losing them.
She can't walk far though. Only a few meters and then she is exhausted. Her joints, especially her legs, have suffered from her weight. She shifts her body weight from one side to another, to lift a leg. It looks wobbly and funny to some.
I love to watch her from a distance enjoying herself. I helped her put on the clothes she wears. The panties, simple white cotton knickers with a red and yellow butterfly just below the waistband. The new pantysocks she wanted to wear. I couldn't pull them up to her knees but managed to get them over her calves. Only when she lifts a leg, the edge is visible.
