Blonde, blue-eyed Norma Quincy brushed her long, soft hair and studied herself in the dresser mirror. She had a critical eye but, for a woman three months from turning thirty, she concluded that she was in great shape. She turned and gazed at her bare ass and the backs of her thighs, pleased by the image reflected in the mirror. Norma was proud of her body, and made no apology for it.

She had just stepped from the shower and finished toweling herself dry as she stood before the mirror naked. She dabbed perfume between her huge, shapely tits and smiled at her reflection.

Even with her husband, Paul, out of town on business, she liked to keep herself looking as good as when he was home. It was, she mused, a good habit to form. A woman should always take pains to make herself look as good as possible. It was a primary ingredient, she felt, for keeping a marriage solid and affectionate.

She took the opportunity to study her tits closely as she thought about Paul. He loved her tits. After six years of marriage, her husband still fondled and sucked them eagerly everytime they fucked.

Norma's grin broadened as she automatically dabbed perfume over her cunt-bush and between her legs. Just thinking about the wonderful, passionate fucking she enjoyed with Paul made her wish he was home. By perfuming her pussy, she acknowledged she was playing a little game of pretend. Since her wedding night, perfuming her cunt-patch and between her legs had become a ritual just before fucking with Paul. Old habits, she thought with a soft chuckle, certainly die hard.

Reluctantly, Norma snapped herself out of her daydreaming and slipped on a pair of black bikini panties and a lacy half bra. The bra lifted her tits and made them bulge. The tip of her nipples showed. And that was another thing Paul liked. He loved to see her nipples peep out from the black lace.