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In the twenty-five years that Ashlee and Greg had been married, never did Ashlee think their love could grow more. Ashlee was eighteen when she married Greg, and now that she was forty-two, going on forty-three, the love she felt for her husband had never changed. She loved him just as much as the day they got married. Greg was forty-five, still in the same physical shape as when Ashlee married him. His tall physique, his muscular arms and flawless long body still appealed to her, if not more. His full head of dark hair only had sprigs of gray running through it and Ashlee loved how it made him look distinguished. She knew it was always said that men who were graying always looked distinguished, and it was definitely true in Greg’s case. He was as dapper as he had been when she first met him.Ashlee, however, did not feel the same about herself. She felt she had let herself go over the years. Although she always went to the salon to have her hair pampered and the gray taken out, she could feel the years on her. After having three children, the first when she was nineteen, the second when she was twenty-two and the third when she was twenty five, Ashlee felt the torture on her body. She knew in today’s time, she was not classified as old, but to her, her body felt it. The stretch marks were still on her stomach from her first child and after having two more, they were more pronounced. Ashlee would often look at her naked body in the full length mirror in her and Greg’s bedroom and she could see the sags in places where they should not have been. It was safe to say that she was beginning to hate her body.Greg, on the other hand, did not seem affected by Ashlee’s appearance at all. He still looked at her the same as when they were married twenty-five years ago. It was true, the years had been rough on both of them, but he did not care. Greg still saw his wife as his mutual life partner. Then again, he did see how the years seemed to affect his wife. To him, the love between them never failed and it was as strong as the day they actually met. He wanted to show Ashlee that she was still his one true love and that he would never stray from her. The beginning of that had already started and Ashlee noticed the changes that morning.Ashlee was in the shower facing the back wall, running the bath sponge over her naked wet body, squeezing suds over it when she heard the slide of the shower door open. She did not have to turn around to see who it was; she knew it was Greg. She shivered as he touched the beginning curve of her hip and slowly pulled her body to his. His touch felt good to her and sent ripples of pleasure through her body she had thought long left her. Ashlee had always loved how Greg touched her and for some kocaeli escort reason, it felt much more sensual and erotic this time. She knew why. It had been a long time since she and Greg had showered together.Greg had no intentions of fucking Ashlee in the shower. He just wanted to show her how he still felt and that she was still all woman to him. He did not even get hard. The moment did not call for that, even though he thought he would be. No, it was more sensual than sexual. Greg was pleasing his wife more than he was pleasing himself. Ashlee shivered as she felt her husband’s hands slowly drift over her hot wet skin. She felt the loving feeling travel through her body. It was highly sensual and erotic, but not sexual in any way. The feeling inside her knew the difference. Her body reacted in a loving way that reciprocated how she felt. She slowly leaned her head into Greg’s shoulder and looked up to his face. She could read the love flowing from him into her. It was pure true love. Ashlee loved how Greg touched her without being sexual. He did not even run his hands across her breasts. Not even down to what was between her legs. She was just enjoying the love run out of his hands and onto her body so she could absorb what her husband was giving her. Ashlee had not felt so much like a woman until now. She felt the love of her husband fill her body and culminate in a joyous celebration within her own self. It felt good to her to be loved again by her husband.It did not end there. Later in the day, after that glorious morning in the shower, Greg was at work and Ashlee tended to the house in her usual manner. Ashlee was cleaning the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Ashlee went to answer it and as soon as she looked through the peep hole, she saw a dozen roses in a vase. She was shocked. She could not remember the last time she had received roses. She opened the door and the delivery guy smiled and handed her the vase. Ashlee felt her lips form a smile. She sat the vase down on the coffee table in the living room and pulled out the card. She opened it and started to read the words written in her husband’s hand. As she read, “To the love of my life: The years with you have been the best of mine. It is true that love gets better with age. It will only continue to grow. All of my love, your soul mate, Greg,” tears came to her eyes and she had to sit. Ashlee was overwhelmed.Ashlee sat there letting the tears roll down her face as she held the small note that her husband had written. She felt the love fill her heart as she sat there, knowing that her husband was still in love with her and loved her for who she was and what she had become. Just when she thought her body was letting her down, her kocaeli escort bayan husband began showing her it did not matter. And Ashlee could feel that it did not matter to Greg. However, as she sat there, the tears now subsiding, Ashlee knew what she wanted to do. She could feel her body reacting. She could feel her body needing her husband’s. Ashlee needed her husband inside her. She would make that happen tonight. So, Ashlee began to get ready for tonight. She got up and walked to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator to see what she could cook to get ready for the special occasion. She saw that all the ingredients were in there to make his favorite dish of chicken carbonara. So she pulled all of it out and began the process that would lead up to a wonderful night.Ashlee knew that there would be no questions from Greg or that he would be wondering why his favorite dish had been cooked. She knew that he would see it as a thank you for what he had done to make her feel special earlier this morning and now with the delivery of the roses. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to do something special for him withouteen set at the dinner table. She did not have to worry about any of her children being home. The two oldest ones were off at college and the youngest always had something to do in her spare time with other friends. The house would be all to her and Greg.Ashlee dressed in normal attire, not really wanting to give anything away. For the first time in a long time, she finally felt like the woman she had always been. Thanks to her husband. She had always been in love with him, but she could feel how much more she was due to the actions he took to make her feel wanted. Ashlee had no idea how Greg could tell how she was feeling about her body, but somehow, he seemed to read her like a book. She was grateful for that. She was grateful for him bringing her sensual side back out.When Greg arrived, he could smell his favorite dish as he walked in the door. He walked to the kitchen and saw his wife opening the oven door to take it out and place it on the carrier to transfer it to the dinner table. Ashlee did not hear him walk in and was startled by his arms wrapping around her after she had set it down in the carrier. Ashlee fell into his body like she did when she was eighteen and first in love. His body felt the same to her. His arms enveloped her now as they did back then. She always felt safe in his arms. Greg was the one man that knew her true feelings and she was glad that she was sharing her life with him.He turned her around and kissed her gently on the lips. It was a sensual kiss filled with passion. One of those that meant more by one long peck than one of those izmit escort that meant nothing but yearning. His lips were warm and hot on hers and she melted into them the same way she did when they first met and started dating. Ashlee could feel the heat racing through her body, filling her with longing to have her husband’s hard long cock inside her pussy. For the first time in a long time, Ashlee finally felt like a woman because she could feel the moisture build in her pussy. To her, it felt good to get wet again.It was all Ashlee could do to keep from wanting her husband to take her on the kitchen floor before dinner. The pulses that now ran through her body told her to just give in and jump him, but she did not want to be so bold. But it was very hard trying to hold off the sexual urges that had returned to her. She really wanted her husband badly. Ashlee had turned him away so many times in the past few months because she did not like what she thought she had become. Due to the recent events from her husband, she knew that she had been wrong to do that. Ashlee was ready to make it up to him. She could not stand it anymore. It was not what she had planned, but the feelings inside her would not stop pounding. Her pussy was now soaking wet, having already soaked through the bikini panty she was wearing. She felt her clit pounding on the lining of it ready for some attention. Ashlee could not help it when the words escaped her mouth. They just rolled off her tongue in perfect syllables.“Greg, take me now. Make love to me here. I need to feel your body on mine,” Ashlee said through a heavy hot breath.Greg began kissing her neck as he slowly started to unbutton her blouse. One by one, Ashlee felt his fingers pop the buttons, opening it and revealing her lace bra underneath. When he had unloosened the last one, he rolled the blouse over the curve of one of her shoulders and kissed passionately over her hot skin there. Ashlee moaned as the blouse fell even further down her arms. Greg stopped kissing long enough to pull the blouse off of her, then he continued kissing her neck, but she felt the trace of his fingers down her stomach, over her belly button and down to the button on her pants. Ashlee could not wait until he had them undone and the zipper down.Ashlee felt his fingers fumble with the button of her pants until she felt it finally pop loose. As he continued to kiss, now a little further down her neck, almost between her cleavage, she felt him slide the zipper down and the fold of the front of her pants open. Slowly, Ashlee felt the tug of her pants and the waistline of them slide over her hips. Her bikini panty was exposed and she could feel the air of the kitchen cool the wet spot that had formed between them. Then she felt the curl of them down at her ankles and it did not take her long to step out of them and toss them aside with her big toe.As she did, she watched Greg reach for his shirt and pull the tail out of his pants and pull it over his head.

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