Your husband John has always been a gentleman. He pulls your chair out for you, opens doors for you, cooks for you, makes the sweetest love to you, and will kiss you when you really need to shut up. He has always been loyal and faithful to you, because he loved you so much. But even with how gentle he was, he could be a real freak in the sheets.

It had been a beautiful day.

You and John had attended a mutual friend’s wedding which was very sweet and a memorable experience. You had worn a beautiful dress that fit real nice and shown off your figure, which John loved. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. But now it was over, and the sky was darkening, so you and John had to get home. The problem was that you were quite drunk and was complaining about your heels making your feet ache. John knew damn well he wouldn’t be getting any that night. So, being the gentleman husband he was, John carried you the rest of the way to the car to open the door and sit you in the back seat. He then helped take off your heels, kissing your sore little feet once they were released.

“There we go, love,” John said gruffly, looking up at you from your feet. “I can give ‘em a nice rub once we get home,” his voice become more gentle as he looks down at you, now standing.