Extravagant wedding feast pales in comparison to ivory skin and stormy sea-green eyes watching from across the room.
My wife sits by my side — russet ringlets falling softly, just brushing her soft, plump breasts.
She rests her head on my shoulder with a sweet sigh — her jasmine fragrance caressing my senses in the same manner that those sea-green eyes caress me from afar.
A little thing, younger than I, but far more ‘experienced.’
I wonder if the wanting is clear in my expression — I hope to hide it as they draw close.
My wife straightens and claps her hands with glee. “You made it, oh I am glad!”
We had met before, you understand, in secret. When hot panted breaths crashed like ocean waves.
I offer my hand, and smooth fingers slide across my palm when it is released.
“Rolph my darling, I am thrilled to introduce my cousin Derek.”