Your wife, Venus

You blink a few times. The alarm clock on the side of the table is going off. You reach over and hit the snooze button, noticing it is 4AM in the morning. You turn to your left, and are taken aback by the drop-dead stunning woman sleeping soundly at your side. You blink a few more times trying to remember who she is.

You've never seen her before, but you notice the ring on her hand matches the one you are wearing, except with a V engraved on the side, as opposed to the M engraved in yours. Something clicks in your head - this gorgeous blonde must be the embodiment of Venus, the goddess of Love - or Aphrodite as some may call her.

You can't stop staring at her, the soft blonde hair falling gracefully onto the pillow, her breathing shallow, pushing past her soft and full lips. She is clothed in her underwear, and her large breasts are full and perky, every curve of her body the definition of perfection. Her scent wafts over, and you can't but help feel intoxicated.