The desire

 "We may be French, but we are not twins." With these words, the second slowly unbuttoned her blouse. "Do you see? Her nipples are a completely different color than mine, you would have noticed that soon.” The first now opened her blouse and showed him her beautifully shaped, round, firm breasts. "Can you see it?" he nodded. The second opened her skirt under which she had nothing on. "Her labia are also a different color, but if you like we can paint them with lipstick." The first now dropped her skirt as well. He moaned softly...

"Sven? Sven Schatz, what do you want for Christmas?”... his wife's voice was definitely not the one he wanted to hear. "What did you say my darling?" he asked dreamily. "What do you want for Christmas?" He smiled, thought back for a moment and told her "Nothing money can buy." And pushed an affectionate "My darling" behind.