These are letters written by a wife to her husband. He has asked her to recall any memories that are sexual in nature. She writes these letters as she remembers incidents either from her past before she met him, or from their past together after they met, or from things that happen during her normal day. Some are simple memories, some are like confessions and some are just told for fun because she knows they will excite him.
If you care for a visual description, she is a very beautiful woman. She is five feet, four inches tall, with light brunette hair and not a single gray hair yet at 46 years old. She has striking green eyes, a stunning face with a tiny nose and perfect teeth and smile. She has pert medium size breasts with puffy nipples that get pretty big when they are hard, she has a cute shape with a fabulous bubble butt and toned legs from running and biking.
She uses a lot of his descriptive words because she knows he likes to read them. He prefers to read these memories than just hear them. Sometimes she reads them to him and sometimes he reads them to her when they are alone together. They both love it and have awesome sex afterwards. She grew up in the Midwest on a cattle ranch and is a country girl at heart. He was always a city boy. I hope you enjoy their stories and memories.
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Hi again Honey!
This is your faithful wife Catherine. I just remembered another story you may like, another true one too. So I wrote it down. I can't wait to read it to you when we are alone and act it out again too!!!!!
One summer I was up visiting my parents at their Ranch. I so love to visit up there. It is so beautiful. You and I were already married at the time this happened, but I just haven't told you about it until now.
I think I was thirty-four years old or so. My nephew Brian was kind of immature at eighteen. Or let's just say, inexperienced and naive.
He was living with my parents for a year because he needed a change of scenery. We were all doing whatever we could to keep him.
I am now and I always was his most favorite Aunt. We have been great buddies ever since he was little. As he'd gotten older, he always wanted to talk about girls. He was extremely curious about everything and anything concerning females. He was just super girl-curious.
One early evening everyone else had gone into town to shop and see a movie. It was just Brian and me at home. Since Brian was outside shooting baskets, I decided to take a shower. I used the basement shower and got all nice and clean.
I clearly remember I had just stopped nursing our middle child then and I still had the huge nursing breasts. Remember how big they were and how they stuck straight out?
Half the reason I nursed our kids so long was because you just loved how firm and huge my breasts got. I did too.
And my nipples got darker and huge too. You just loved to suck on them and drink milk from them. I still remember how funny that felt. I loved it.
The other nice benefit of nursing and the reason I liked it was it kept my tummy so flat. Anyway I looked pretty hot. I frankly at that time looked a lot like a Barbie Doll to tell the truth.
Well I finished my nice shower and I dried myself off and then tossed my towel in with a load of other towels I had ready to go in the washer there in the basement.
I forgot to bring a robe or clothes downstairs with me because I usually just scoot upstairs in a towel after my shower and then get dressed upstairs in my room. So all I had was my hairbrush.
I figured since no one else was home and when Brian's outside, he's usually shooting baskets for a long time, I'd just scurry up the two flights of stairs to my bedroom and get dressed.
It would only take a couple of seconds. I was moving fairly fast up the stairs from the basement and I opened the basement door and just as I was coming through the kitchen, Brian walked into the kitchen from the garage at that very same moment.
We were both very surprised and nearly bumped into each other. He stood there open-mouthed, frozen in place, eyes like saucers and dropped his basketball.
He stared at my now bouncing, big breasts like they were million dollar checks with his name on them.
Seeing his extreme reaction, I just laughed and said, "Oh, I am so sorry Brian, I thought you were still outside."
He saw me totally naked as I had nothing to cover myself with. The hairbrush was no help.
Now remember he always felt so close to me and I had always stressed he could come to me with anything and ask me anything.
He apparently took me at my word as he began to plead with me, saying, "Oh Aunt Catherine, can I please just look at you for a minute, PLEEEEASE?? Can I pleeease???? Just let me look at you for a minute, pleeease?"
I thought, Well he IS already looking at me anyway and he's just seen me naked, I guess letting him look for a minute won't hurt anything.
Also I knew no one else would be there for several hours and it would just be the two of us so there was no chance of someone walking in. Plus I will admit I was actually a bit flattered that he was so dying to just look at me.
So I said, "Well ... O.K., but only for a minute." I stood facing him with my arms out at my sides and I slowly turned my bare naked body all the way around in a circle on my tip toes like a ballerina. That made my huge boobs and my firm butt jiggle which amused me and apparently mesmerized him.
I said, "Here's the big mystery Brian, the female form. Here is a woman's naked body for you to see. Probably what an eighteen year old boy spends ninety per cent of his day imagining."
He said, "No, ninety nine per cent of my day! This is the GREATEST!!!!!!"
As he stared in utter disbelief of his luck, I chuckled to myself realizing what a dream gift I was giving to a young man. I knew he'd never forget this. I also must admit that it all felt quite natural.
He was not looking at me in a perverted way at all. He was staring with all the innocent wonder of a child and like he'd just seen an angel or some work of art. It made me feel appreciated and very beautiful.
At that moment I frankly would not have cared if there were twenty young men just like him looking at me. I was really quite happy for him, knowing how much he dreamed of seeing a real woman someday. And now here he was experiencing his fantasy and I was making it possible.
I actually WAS his fantasy come true as a matter of fact! It felt pretty cool.
I let him see all of me. His eyes went up and down my body taking me all in. After a minute I began to continue upstairs. He pleaded again and said, without shame, "Oh Aunt Catherine, may I please see your pussy? I've never seen one. Would you pleeeeease show me how all of that works? Pleeease?"
I figured in for a penny -- in for a pound and if I'm giving an anatomy lesson it may as well be complete and told him that.