We have been married for so long - I think it has been twenty years already. I am referring to you as my wife and you refer to me as your husband, although we normally call each other "darling", "dear" or "love". We said our vows during the ceremony without holding anything back, and we still do that from time to time with even greater passion than the first time as a testament of how deep and intense our relationship has become. Our rings are wrapped just as tightly around our fingers as they were immediately after our wedding, without any option to remove them. We are so eager to see and hear and feel each other even after all of these years of living together as a couple, the presence of the other one bringing loving warmth into our entangled hearts. We always distribute chores evenly between us, both of us impatient to cook and clean for each other. We always wake up next to each other with genuine eagerness to start the next day of our marital life.

The purpose of our bodies and souls is to complete and complement each other. My cock was made to fit your pussy perfectly, and your pussy was moulded to fit it. My swimmers were made to ignite the spark of life in your eggs, and your eggs were made to be pierced by them in order to create our little darlings. Our rings were made to fit our fingers perfectly. Our love is growing more and more with every passing day, and our shared physical and emotional intimacy is skyrocketing. It is so deep and strong that we are inseparably intertwined in all senses of the word. We enjoy kissing and touching and licking and sniffing each other everywhere, and I feel the need to keep you constantly full of my seed. Our hearts have fully embraced each other, both of them entangled by our profound infatuation, aided by bonding hormones. I love telling you how much I adore every single imperfection on your body, and you love doing the same for mine. In general, we admire each other's bodies every day, pouring our pure and unadulterated affection all over them.

I am always there for you every single time that you don't feel well during your pregnancies. I always buy or make for you every single food item you're craving desperately. I always assist you with tasks like walking, standing up or sitting down once you become very swollen in the later stages of your pregnancy. I'm always there for you when your water breaks so that I could drive you to the hospital. I'm always there next to you during your labor, holding your ring hand affectionately in mine as you're trying to push our babies out, comforting you by telling you that everything would be fine.

As we approach and enter our middle age, I can't help but appreciate how sexy our bodies have become. I always grab your ring hand and hold it tightly every time you are insecure about the effect of age and motherhood on your body, which instantly makes you feel better. I love telling you how gorgeous your stretch marks are and how much I adore your pudgy belly and saggy tits and cellulite on your butt cheeks, as well as the rolls of fat around your stomach. Every time we make love, I grab and press and squeeze your transformed boobs with one hand while holding your ring hand with the other one as I'm on top of you, pounding you passionately. I sense your flabby gut spilling onto mine while you're riding me just as lustfully, inviting my hands to grab it and squeeze it lovingly. I absolutely adore making you feel secure and loved by appreciating your gorgeous mom bod as much as possible. You also never miss the chance to worship my prominent dad bod.