'Now, my favourite bit of you…' He paused, looking from her knees to the ceiling. 'I think I'd like to do some more research on that front.'
'You charmer.' She grinned.
'Charles.' She said. 'I didn't say but I haven't unwrapped all of my presents yet.'
'Why not?'
'Because I wanted to do it with you, it felt wrong to have the pleasure all to myself.'
'Besides this dress was the first thing I unwrapped, then hoping I picked the right box next so we could unwrap the rest together, and I did.' She explained happily.
'What was in the right box?'
'Well.' She looked down at her chest. 'It's.' She pulled down on the front of her dress and revealed the deep red bra. 'The red one.'
Charles's gaze glued to her chest she looked down too. 'Oh dear husband of mine, it's beautiful never have I…' But she halted.
'Are you OK?' She asked, puzzled by his expression.
'Your breasts.' He began nodding his head. 'Your breasts are my favourite bit.'
'Are you sure about that?' She stood and turned her back on him, bending over just a tiny bit, running her hands over her bottom, then moving them to her thighs taking the fabric with her so it stretched across her buns.
'No.' He sighed theatrically.
'Thought not.' 'Maybe I could help you with your research?' She suggested, walking towards him.
She saw that yet again he couldn't rise because something else had risen.
She smiled broadly at him but he, oh my, he looked embarrassed.
'Charles, have I not told you how flattering and, and how arousing it is for me to see you get erect because of me?' 'I mean we haven't even touched.'
Her husband smiled but it wasn't a real smile. She had said the wrong thing.
'It is not fair that men get visibly aroused and women do not.' 'Wait.'
She put her hands on her breasts and started rubbing her nipples, pinching them. Sure that they would be visible in just this thin dress and wearing nothing but a bra underneath.
She wasn't doing it in a sexual way she just wanted to make Charles feel more at ease, but he groaned.
