Harriet slowly undressed, exposing her body to me. We had been married for three years now, but every time I saw her naked I was glad she had said yes to marrying me. Her blond hair was cut short, like that of a boys, but long enough to put into two short pigtails that kind of poked out of the back of her head like some kind of horns. Her blue eyes sparkled in the candle light as she dropped her dress straps from her shoulders, releasing her small breasts to my gaze. Just enough for a handful, with quarter inch almost purple nipples, they were perfect and they were mine. Harriet licked her lips and allowed the dress to fully drop to the floor, revealing her shapely figure, tapering down to her shaved loins. Although there was no hair there at the moment, Harriet was not a natural blonde. Normally, jet black hair graced her nether regions, but as I liked, she keep it shaved smooth. Her left hand reached up to tweak her nipple, making it harden and point at me. She moaned. .....