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Va Va Veronique

Phillip entered his home that night around seven. Exhausted from dealing with hypochondriac patients and incompetent nurses, he had spent a better part of the day fantasizing a about coming home to his wife's welcoming embrace. He flung his lab coat onto the wooden coat rack and called out to her.
"Veronique, I'm home, love."
She answered Phillip, who was waiting eagerly for her at the bottom of the staircase. "I'll be down in a minute, honey."

Moments later, Veronique emerged from the master suite and walked over to the top landing. She was resplendent, donning a black mesh dragon print coat that hugged her form and grazed her ankles. Beneath the sheer fabric, Phillip could make out the outline of her full, bare breasts, and the pair of lacy black boy shorts gracing those ample, shapely hips. Her coffee hair was secured at the crown by two black rhinestone chopsticks; her pouty lips accentuated with just a hint of black cherry gloss. Phillip took one look at her and suddenly became breathless and warm. Loosening his tie, he let his eyes travel the curvy outline of her voluptuous body.
"I've missed you today, Phillip," she said, slowly descending the stairs in her four inch black pumps. "How were things at the hospital today?"
Phillip heard his wife speaking, but couldn't concentrate on her words. He stood entranced, watching her smooth caramel legs emerging from beneath the opaque fabric with every step. She almost seemed to be approaching in slow motion. She was so gorgeous, so confident, he feared he might faint. Finally, she was in front of him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gazed amorously into his eyes.
"How were things at the hospital today?" Veronique repeated, sensing that he was distracted.
"I can't say that I recall," he murmured. "Once I saw you on the landing, I suddenly had no recollection of today before that moment." He leaned down and kissed her with rapturous abandon, finally tasting her luscious lips. "You look positively radiant."
Veronique smiled. "Well, I was at the office thinking about you all day." She trailed her burgundy painted index fingernail down the center of his chest. "I thought the day would never end. So, when my last client of the day cancelled her therapy session, I decided to seize the opportunity to come home and" she paused, her eyes smoldering with desire, "prepare for your arrival."
"Oh, baby" Phillip sighed, stepping back. "Spin around for me. I just have to take in the full view of that beautiful body. You know how much I love that outfit."
Happy to oblige her husband, Veronique spun around slowly. As he watched in admiration, Phillip was once again reminded why a size two woman could never fulfill his carnal needs. Veronique had everything he'd always wanted; her size twenty body was curvier than Route 66 and much more fun to ride. But she also gave him the intrinsic things he needed. She was kind, loving, generous, and loyal. Yes, Veronique was his whole world. And in that moment, Phillip decided that he would spend the entire night showing his appreciation for the woman she was.
Halfway through the second revolution, he stopped her. "Let's go upstairs."
As Veronique took Phillip's extended hand, she knew that it would be a long and steamy night. On the top landing, they kissed passionately as he undid the tie on her coat and slid it from her shoulders. In a rustle of fabric, he tossed in toward the banister and whisked her into the bedroom. As the coat floated to the marble floor below, soft moans of ecstasy wafted from behind the closed door of the master suite.

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