walk into the bedroom after getting out of the shower to find my wife Kay, sitting up on the bed in her sheer bra and lacey black hiphugger panties. Her short red hair frames her pale, lightly freckled face, and she looks so beautiful in this moment. I am stuck in the doorway, admiring her body. I do a cursory scan of her 5'8, 130 lb body. From her smooth neck to her collarbones, underscored by tattoos. Right below her tats are her perfect, barely obscured tits. I look below them and admire her perfect stomach, with her coin-slot belly button. Lower I look.