My driver was waiting in the reception area at the airport, just out of the Customs. He helped me with the large bag I used for my two week trip to Europe. He set the large bag and my small laptop carrier in the trunk. The elegant gift-wrapped large box I carried with me.

I settled in the leather back seat. On the other seat there was a large bouquet of camp flowers my wife's favorite.

"I took the liberty of purchasing the flowers," said my gray-haired driver.

"Thank you, James." I looked at the traffic outside the blackened windows while the limo sped silently and effortlessly on the highway.

When we arrived, I grabbed the flowers and the gift box and entered my home. My wife was there offering her rosy lips to mine. My small dog was there as well with his favorite toy ready to be tossed for retrieval. He could smell or guess that I was arriving before the car was near.

First things first. I took the offered lips for the kiss lovers exchange after long absence. Only after we emerged for breath I gave her the flowers and the gift and then attended to the jumping Shih-Tzu. While she was busy setting the flowers in a large vase I threw the toy three or four times until the dog happily jumped on his favorite arm-chair to munch the toy. He knew my attention would be wholly directed to my wife.

"You didn't forget." She stated the fact. How could I? The only reason I included Belgium in my trip was to visit that very special chocolatier who made the best blend of dark chocolate candy. We visited his shop on our honeymoon and my wife fell in love with those delicate aromatic chocolate jewels. Whenever I could, I returned there on my trips and purchased large boxes of her favorite candy.

My wife tried to teach me how to appreciate the candy. How to recognize the distinct flavors, how to taste the intricate nuances clear to educated palate but lost on my insensitive buds. The fact that I never learned how to appreciate the chocolate didn't diminish my extreme pleasure at watching my wife delighting herself with one of the exquisite candies. How her pink tongue tasted it first, then her white teeth gave it a few nibbles, a ritual as complex as wine lover's one.

To appreciate the rich flavor of chocolate wasn't the only thing my wife tried to teach me.

After appreciating the candy, she took my hand and led me to our bedroom. The steaming bath was ready. I took my clothes off, and got into the tub ready to wash away the weariness of a long trip. But I didn't linger. In five minutes I entered the bedroom and there was my wife, reclining on the coverlet, waiting for me, wrapped in her soft and alluring negligée.

She was beautiful. The years colored her hair with silver, her face acquired a few wrinkles and her breasts showed the signs of three pregnancies, but her eyes never lost that special sparkle I loved, her mouth was always ready to smile and kiss and her skin marked here and there with age spots, had the downy feeling of youth.

After we kissed, she lay face down with her creamy soft buttocks exposed yet covered by sexy sheer panties ready for attention. I caressed them and kissed them but I knew what she wanted.