Jeremy and Alisa had been married for two short, but incredibly blissful years. They met six years ago when she was 18, and he 19. Both fell passionately in love with one another and nothing could come between them. Of course they had the usual ups and downs all couples had, but their bond was so strong nothing could ever significantly cause a rift between them. They were adored as a couple by everyone. Jeremy was an incredibly handsome man, standing just slightly under six feet tall, with perfect chiseled features, short curly black hair, and deep brown eyes. His rich, smooth dark skin glistened and his hard body incredibly toned. Alisa, by no means paled in comparison. She was just barely over five feet, incredibly curvaceous, with shoulder length reddish-brown hair and dreamy brown eyes. Her tanned, olive complexion complimented his chocolate one superbly. They were quite the picture of perfection when they were together. Within five months of meeting Alisa, Jeremy asked her to marry him. He, the regular playboy, had fallen in love with this exquisite creature and could not imagine his life without her. She, however, having been burnt in a previous relationship, was reluctant, but the passion and longing Jeremy instilled in her caused her to give in.
By the time she was 22, Alisa knew for sure Jeremy was the only man she wanted to be with. He raised desires in her so strong; she thought she would die of inexplicable happiness. Their wedding was magical, surrounded by all their friends and family, Jeremy and Alisa vowed to spend the rest of their lives loving each other. Their marriage was bliss for the most part. The sex was incredible. Their relationship had not changed as some do after marriage. If anything the romance and passion between them burned even stronger. They could talk about anything, and each was each other's rock when things went wrong. It would be an understatement to say that theirs' seemed to be the perfect life. As the years went by, they fell even more deeply in love, if that were possible.
On the evening of their second anniversary, Alisa came home from work early. Although she was not the greatest cook, she earnestly set out to prepare dinner for Jeremy. She cooked his favorite meal, put his favorite beer in the ice bucket, and then proceeded to get ready. She took a long, luxurious shower, primping and perfecting herself for her adoring husband. After showering, she massaged herself well with warm vanilla sugar lotion, his favorite scent on her. She then took her time doing her make-up, lining her dark eyes with black kohl, just a bit of shimmering gold dust on her cheeks, and smoothing her lips with a beautiful light pink gloss, making them look even plumper. Finally, she slipped into the very simple, but incredibly sexy, black silk chemise Jeremy had bought for her birthday that year. Hearing his car pull into the driveway, she quickly lit the sandalwood incense on the dresser and turned off the lights. Hurrying downstairs, she turned on the stereo, their favorite CD already loaded in, and sat down in the living room just as he opened the door.
"Baby, I'm home," Jeremy called out. There was silence. "Sweetheart, are you there?" The entire house was dark, but he remembered seeing her car in the garage. He walked in the kitchen and saw the pots on the stove. Confused as to why Alisa had turned off all the lights at this time of the day, he proceeded through their elegant dining room, noticing the table set for two, with his favorite beer in the ice bucket. Jeremy smiled as he heard the faint sound of their wedding song coming from the living room. Walking into the dark room, he called out for her again. Jeremy suddenly felt two arms slip gently around his waist. He turned around to find his beautiful wife smiling up at him.
"Happy Anniversary sweetheart," Alisa whispered.
"Happy Anniversary baby," Jeremy replied. He leaned down to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her, and kissed her softly, leisurely slipping his tongue into her more than welcoming mouth. They stood there for a few minutes slowly taking each other in, enjoying the closeness of just being in each other's arms.
"You look...gorgeous, simply gorgeous sweetheart," Jeremy finally told her. He wanted to go upstairs and change out of his work clothes, but his desire for her at that moment was overpowering. Suddenly he was kissing her again, his hunger for her clearly undisguised. Alisa felt weak with the unbridled passion Jeremy was showering on her, and if he hadn't been there to catch her, she felt she surely would have fainted. Jeremy slid her onto the sofa and covered her small frame with his. He continued kissing her deeply, much to her pleasure. He slid his hands down her legs, and back up under her chemise. Alisa moaned softly as he touched the insides of her thighs, his finger tips just brushing the lips of her pussy. Jeremy moved his finger lazily up and down the slit, teasing her as he continued to kiss her. Alisa broke away, whispering hotly in his ear, "Please, baby...".
