John
I try to open the door with Jena in my arms, focusing really hard on swiping the keycard by the door without dropping my wife. Jena waits patiently, her head resting on my shoulders, her arms wrapped around my neck. She smells like lavender and spice and I can't wait to have her stripped and spread out for me. I swear, every time I get to see her naked, I am back to being a teenage boy, nearly dancing with excitement. Jena is truly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, even after she got all her scars, got pregnant and had our son. If anything, her scars and stretchmarks make her even more desirable, because it shows her strength and courage.
I finally get the door open and carry Jena over the threshold. "Well, this is not home, but I still carried you over the threshold and n
