Marcie has a nice butt.
My wife has a smoking body. I have pontificated on many things about her physical appearance before. She is very attractive. I love the way she does her hair and the way she allows her favorite hairdresser to try new things whenever she gets to see them. Through our time together, she has even encouraged me to break out of the military-style hair cuts I traditionally receive due to the convenience and ease of care to allow my hair to grow out a little more.
She is on point when it comes to her makeup. She's a "less is more" girl and doesn't overdo it when we go out.
She has great taste in clothing. Although we have discussed the fact that she doesn't fill her closet with expensive clothes as such, she still has a good eye to what she looks good in and how to make her wardrobe work for her. I love her in her jeans and her yoga pants and her shorts with whatever she pairs them with. This knowledge has benefited me so much while we've been together.
Then there is the way she takes care of herself. She has her friend come by a few times a week to stretch with her. She takes me on walks to get some exercise when we have the time to. She had found a new gym where she tries to take the different classes when she is able. She takes advantage of the pool next door to get out and swim when the weather is warm. She stays active.
However, with all that being said, I have a difficult time when she wears her shorts. This is mostly due to the fact of the way the shorts seem to adhere to her shape. There have been many a time since we started dating that I have had the desire to slap her rear end because it's difficult not to. Still, I've restrained myself over the years due to being respectful. After all, there is a time and place to engage in those kinds of activities.
Recently, I wrote about a time when Marcie bought this dress. It was on clearance, and she loved the color. It was when she arrived home that she tried it on again and discovered it was a little tighter than she thought. It led to a pretty hot moment when she was explaining to me why it was too short, and I ended up fucking her in it. It is the moments like that I enjoy because it is Marcie being Marcie. I am so attracted to her that it is difficult to behave when she has those moments.
She was going through her closet one day and for some strange reason, she was trying on different outfits. I was in the living room while this was going on checking out reports on my laptop when it started to get a little quiet. I quietly set my laptop down and padded into the bedroom to see what my wife was up to.
There she was, looking over a few outfits on the bed. Except, she was clad in only a pair of panties. One of Marcie's things lately is that she only wears a bra when she needs to. Because her "girls" are a good size for a woman of her build, they do not need support as much as a woman with bigger ones. She was intent on looking at the outfits on the bed. It was as if she was transfixed on them.
The panties were hi-cut. It revealed just enough of her rear to be alluring without letting more hang out. They were a pastel color that didn't pop on her skin that was still tanned from all the pool time that summer.
