Chapter 22 My Beautiful Stacey 1

My wife and I met, fell in love, and married shortly after college. We live in a small house in the suburbs just outside of Atlanta, it's a nice up and coming area with plenty of other people our age. My name's Steve, I work in the banking and finance sector. My wife, Stacey, teaches fourth grade at a local elementary school. We aren't exactly wealthy, but we maintain a comfortable lifestyle and don't have many monetary complaints. We are both relatively young, I recently turned 34 and my wife is a few months shy of 29 years old. Our parents have been starting to pressure us into having kids but neither of us feel quite ready, maybe in another year or two. Despite not having any little ones running around the house I do consider our relationship to be pretty special, we share common interests in nearly every social and political category, we're both animal lovers, progressive minded, and generally decent people. In addition to connecting on a mental level, we also click on a physical one. Our sex life is great, we are always teasing each other and we usually find time for sex at least a few times a week. I like to consider myself a relatively attractive guy, nearly six feet tall and with semi-attractive features - growing up I never had a huge problem receiving attention from women. With that being said, my wife is a total knockout. She has an angelic face, light brown hair down to her shoulders, beautiful hazel eyes, large natural breasts, a narrow waist, and a nice, firm, plump ass. She earns stares everywhere she goes, a complete package. I think most people would consider her to be a real life, flesh and blood, ten out of ten. And if her physical appearance wasn't enough, she also has a bubbling personality. She treats her kids at school like they were her own, she's friendly to people from all walks of life, and she's respectful, intelligent, witty, and caring. I feel profoundly lucky to call her my wife, and I'm happy to say that we are deeply in love.