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I see him smile as I feel him drop both of his hands firmly on my thighs making a slapping sound. I then see him lean in and feel him start delicately kissing just under my eyes. As he pulled away he confessed that there is no power that could stop him from jiggling and worshiping my thighs. He's imagining the Greek guys looking at the way my thighs jiggle in his hands.
"I don't need, nor want anyone else to look at my thighs. Your eyes and hands are more than enough for me." I reply lovingly.
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Hearing my sensual and loving wife’s words makes my heart melt: “And I don’t have eyes nor hands for another woman, you’re the only whose sexy thighs I want to jiggle and whose tears I love to kiss, with you, I don’t need anything or anyone else, you are the love of my life, still, I can’t prevent other eyes seeing you as we walk in the streets and, even though I would love to be the only man in whose hands your sexy and toned thighs jiggle, I can’t get mad at you if a bold guy steals a jiggle from your thighs or calves. I can’t wait to know Greece by your hand.”
The days go by…
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He confesses that he doesn't have eyes or hands for any other woman either but can't help if others happen to see me as were walking around Greece.
The next week goes by painfully slowly, dragging on and on as I can't help anticipate more and more everything we are going to experience when we are in Greece.
"It is with my utmost pride and joy that I get to go to Greece with the man I love. The one I get to call my husband. The one that makes all others seem to disappear. There is no-one so perfect body, mind, and soul for me. And no-one I'd rather spend the rest of my life as well as this trip (honeymoon ) with." I begin rambling happily as we are lying in bed the night before our trip.
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I smile at my wife’s rambling words, so I tease her: “I wonder if your sexy muscles will be as erratic (jiggling) as your words or if you’re showing the Greeks your worked out and fit version by refraining them from jiggling as you walk.” I wait for her answer…
The following day my good friends Joshua and Denise take us to the airport, as we step off their car, Joshua shouts at us: “I hope she flaunts her assets, I’m sure the Greeks will fall under the spell of her sexy thighs.”
We reach customs before boarding and, I look at the female security guard checking my wife, surprising me (or maybe her as well) when the female guard, after tapping firmly over her top (searching for unauthorized items), she moves to her shorts (not surprising yet) tapping her bags and rear as well, then (this is where the surprise comes), as I have already cleared access and am looking at her as I wait, the guard gives both her outer thighs and quads a firm pat before giving her the signal that she could pass (Does her muscles resist the firm pats the female security guard gives her without jiggling, do they give in and jiggle with the impact? does she choose to flex her muscles to try to prevent them from jiggling, does she keep them relaxed, not caring if they jiggle or resist firmly or does she not have time to react?).