Dottie and I have been married for five years, and for some reason, she gets practically nymphomaniacal around Valentine’s Day, perhaps from having worn something special. Our sex that day is always explosive. I wish it happened more frequently.

My wife is a small, sexy thing, barely one hundred pounds and built really nice, with little curves in all the right places. At thirty-two, she still gets lustful stares from men as she goes about her business.

The first time I noticed the ettect hot clothes have on her was two years ago, when I gave her a Valentine gift of a really sexy, stretchy babydoll outfit. Sometime later I fell asleep, only to be awakened by Dottie whispering my name. Our bedroom is softly lit by the glow of a security light at the edge of our backyard. In this light I could see Dottie on her... Leer Más