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I am a very happy and lucky man. Although I'm not rich or handsome, I am married to the most beautiful woman in the world. We met when she was an eighteen-year-old virgin, I was her first and still her only lover. She may not have a face that could launch a thousand ships, but to me, when she smiles, she brings light into my world. Her body however has no equal. Mere dimensions cannot explain the perfection of her round proud breasts, her flat stomach or her long shapely legs. On top of all this she loves me and only me and will do anything, and I do mean anything I ask. In fact she will only do certain things if I tell her to do them.

Let me explain, although I said she has a perfect body, she wouldn't think of going topless on the beach or go braless around town unless I tell her to. To be told to do these 'naughty acts makes her randy, so not only do I get the pleasure of flaunting her in public I get the benefits of her passion later.

Last year during a hot spell we decided to go shopping in a nearby large city.

I placed her clothes that she must wear on our bed.

"Where's my underwear?" she cried when she enters the room from the shower wrapped in a big bath towel.

"You only need these knickers," I said holding up a small pair of white bikini briefs.

"But what Tokat Escort about a bra?" she asks.

"When does the most perfect pair of tits ever need support" I reply.

She then meekly gets dresses in a short wrap around skirt and thin button up blouse I have selected for her.

"Undo the top two buttons" I request, "that better" I say after she has complied. Her nipples can be seen against the thin material of her blouse as testimony to her arousal. Off we go driving the 20 or so miles, all the way I was fondling her naked thighs. By the time we have arrived she is in a right state, but I'm in no mood to satisfy her lust at the moment. We then proceed to wander around the shops in the glorious weather. I'm watching the faces of the men that pass by as they stare at this vision by my side.

"Can't we go somewhere quite for while" she begs

"Later" I tell her, "Let's have some lunch"

"I don't want to eat, you know what I want" she hisses at me.

I order a G