All day long my mind had wandered as I anticipated the evening planned by my wife. That morning I knew she was feeling frisky. I had just emerged from the shower when she handed me a pair of silky blue bikini underwear. “Here, put these on”. After arriving at the office she called to tell me that she had made reservations at a local seafood restaurant.
The day dragged on until 5:30 that evening when I heard a knock on the door to my office. “Come in”. I said. My wife stepped through the door in a flowing turquoise dress and white high heels. Glancing down, I noticed her red painted toe-nails through her sheer white pantyhose. As she closed the door and leaned close I caught a whiff of her Obsession perfume. “Know what I want?” she whispered teasingly. I could feel my love shaft engorging with blood as she lightly caressed the bulge growing beneath my suit pants. “Let me guess.” I responded with a whisper. “Oh,” she said glancing at her watch, “the reservations are for six o’clock, we better go.