Rain splattered against Alex's window looking out of his sixth floor office. It is weather typical of Portland and irked him to no end. Many times he and Anna had discussed moving someplace sunnier; sometimes this conversation included Hawaii and California, other times Florida and North Carolina.
Alex removed his Buddy Holly-esque glasses, dropped them to his desk, and rubbed his eyes. He leaned back into his chair and sighed. It was definitely a Wednesday and he struggled to get over this particular Hump Day. It didn't help that he would be staying at the office late into the night. Yet another Friday deadline loomed too close, considering all the meetings he had attended that week. But the only thing that laid on his mind this particular afternoon is of his wife, Anna. He...and a certain Little Alex...missed her dearly. He desperately wanted to sneak out of the office for a nooner with her, but knew that would be impossible since she was also at work at that time.
Thankfully, his annoyingly loud and vain officemate left for the week. Diego's desk had been left asunder with University of South Florida's blue and orange mascot, the bull gator, guarding it while he went home to visit his family. At least that had made for a very tranquil week, or as tranquil as it could be at his work.
Alex looked past his computer to the wall behind it where his Corgi calendar hung. Alex and Anna's clearly marked on it is their vacation, but it still lay almost two weeks away. How could he possibly wait that long to escape this hell hole he called work?
He heard a knock at his door. "Come in," he managed to grunt out as cheerfully as possible. He couldn't let his bosses know how disenchanted he had become with his job. He quickly put on his glasses before the door even cracked open. He didn't need his bosses catching him gazing at his beloved Corgi calendar and daydreaming of leaving the firm. If they knew that, they'd start bugging him with TPS report-like garbage that he didn't need in his life, now or ever.
The door closed and he glanced over to see who it had come in.
"Hey sexy," the voice called.
Alex did a double-take to make sure the vision he saw is correct. Indeed, his wife had entered his office, wrapped in a gray trench coat that dripped water all over the carpet. He started to stand up, but Anna stopped him.
"No, stay right there. That's exactly where I want you."
Alex raised his eyebrow and felt his cock stiffen a little. No, he thought. She wouldn't...not here...would she? This made it twitch a little more at the thought of past encounters they had had in the most unlikely places: a quickie in the stairwell leading up to their apartment, a rendezvous in the park at night, and once in their car in a parking garage. The windows stayed steamed up during their ride home, and both giggled like schoolchildren at what they just did. That only led to a steamier session as soon as they arrived home that night.
