Her lips were soft, and her essence was like a fresh bouquet of flowers. Newland found himself aroused by her newfound sense of freedom, one he never expected to know. He slid his tongue to hers and together they kissed, slowly at first, but as soon as she placed her arms around his neck, the kiss exploded with passion.

When the kiss broke, she stared lovingly into his eyes. “Oh, Newland, how I do love you,” she said, her eyes dancing and inviting more of his affection.

“And I you, my dearest wife.”

“Make love to me, husband.”

He quickly began undressing her. He unbuttoned the front of her dress so that her pert bosoms taunted him through the cloth of her brassiere. He slid his fingers underneath the garment and quickly found the firm tips of her breasts. He caressed them lovingly, causing her to sigh, and then he lowered the garment to expose her creamy flesh to the sunlight. Her skin glimmered in the light, and he studied the delicate fullness of her bosom before he lowered his head to frolic among the lovely enchantment of her flesh. He licked one of her nipple's tips and then moved to the other, becoming more and more aroused as he played. He grasped both breasts and held them together so that he could slide his tongue from one to the other in a single stroke. Then he took the erect tip of one the nipples between his teeth and gently nipped before beginning to suck.

She sighed pleasantly and began undulating her hips. “Oh, Newland,” she said as she reached below to pull up her skirts, bringing them above her waist.

Excited, he released one of her breasts from his grasp, and slid his hand down to her stomach, circling her navel before dipping his fingertips inside the top edge of her silky undergarment.

“Lower,” she said.

And so, he slipped his fingers inside the silky garment and slowly began tunneling his fingers through her feminine curls.

“Lower,” she said, her voice now breathy and taut. She rolled her head languorously, as she transitioned into the greater depths of passion. “Go lower, Newland.”

He gazed into her rose-colored face. She was the vision of an angel; her eyes closed, her lips pouting. She took deep, slow breaths, and he could see by her expression that she was lost in pure heavenly bliss. He had never before seen a more beautiful expression than his wife’s. She reflected everything pleasing and exquisite. He lowered his gaze and began studying the lines of her body while watching her move with a subtle eroticism. The way she moved her hips, a slow grind, was seductively intoxicating. Moving his gaze lower, he was drawn to study her feminine flower and without thinking further, he moved his fingers to touch her pearl.

“Oh yes. Yes,” she whispered as he began caressing her jewel. Her hips ground slowly at first, but began moving more intensely the more he pleasured her.