Franklin sighed heavily as the phone on his desk rang loudly. He had just been promoted to a management position in the sales firm he worked at, and after a long day of wrangling unwilling underlings, the last thing he wanted to do was take another phone call. But duty was duty, so he picked it up.
"Hey, babe!" The chipper voice on the other end of the line made him smile. Hope always seemed to know when he needed cheered up. "I just wanted to make sure the man I love isn't working himself to death," she teased.
He laughed tiredly. "Not quite, sweetie. But close to it. I actually think I'll head home soon."
"That's good, real good," she said. "After all, I've got plans for you, and I'd just hate it if you were too tired to play along."
Franklin felt his cock stir. After five years of marriage, she could still awaken his imagination with just a flirty tone. "I guess I'd better put this paperwork aside for the day," he said, and blew her a kiss through the phone.
As he slipped through the door of the apartment they shared about 30 minutes later, he felt a small, delicate pair of hands slip around his waist, as hope pulled him backward into a hug.
"Hey, babe." He smiled and relaxed into the hug, reaching a hand up to caress her cheek.
"Hey, stud." She slipped around to hug him from the front, smiling up at him. She was 5 foot 5 inches, and they both loved that he stood a good 6 inches taller. He leaned down to plant a long, tender kiss on her lips.
She was wearing a form-fitting black dress that clung to each and every curve, and ended just below her crotch, hinting at what he would find underneath. His cock grew hard as he pressed against her, and she moaned into his mouth, but pulled back with a twinkle in her eye.
"Not today, stud." He looked confused, but she smiled. "I've got something different in mind for you today." With that, she patted his butt and ushered him out of the hallway and toward the bedroom. "Get in there and relax, and I'll be right in."
A few minutes later he had shed his clothes and lay on the bed, eyes half-closed, breathing slowly. He started slowly fondling his cock, growing semi-hard while wondering what his sexy wife had in mind this time.
Before long, she entered the bedroom with swaying hips and sparkling eyes, her chestnut hair up in an attractive bun. He loved when she wore her hair that way, because it showed off her delicate neck. She crawled seductively on top of him, planting kisses up from his belly to his chest, and wrapping her fingers around his cock, squeezing gently.
"Mmm, I've missed this!" She slid her hand slowly up and down his cock, fingers tightening and loosening. She slid down his body and took him into her mouth, and he moaned quietly.
But after a few minutes of expert tongue work, she let him slip out of her mouth with a pop, and leaned to whisper in his ear: "Roll over, stud."
He wasn't sure what she was up to, but he was enjoying himself so far, so he rolled over onto his stomach, faking a grunt of exertion. She ran her fingertips along his shoulders, relaxing him, then playfully swatted his butt. But he didn't expect what came next – one fingertip slid between his butt cheeks and started massaging his asshole in gentle circles.
