The Naked Truth
Copyright© 2004 Howard Anderson had never seen his wife in her full naked glory. They had been married two years and had grown quite fond of each other. Many were the nights when Mrs. Anderson welcomed him into her embrace. His body rejoiced as he held her and entered into her warmth. He delighted in the feel of her lush curves beneath the flannel evening gown. Still, he had thoughts. Dreadful, sinful thoughts. What does she look like? What does she truly look like underneath?...