I sat at home, bored, watching some dull sports show, sprawled across the couch. So far my day had been exceedingly dull... work, break, more work, lunch, more work, head home.. nothing at home but the TV. I let out a hefty sigh, wishing my wife would hurry up and get home. At least then I could have conversation while being bored enough to start digging my grave. I flipped the channel, but nothing was on.. sad.. nothing on when I pay for satellite and receive over 150 channels.
I bolted upright, hearing the chink of keys turning the lock, and set down the remote. My wife walked in, a shopping bag in one hand, purse hanging carelessly from one shoulder. Everytime she walks in the door she reminds me of why I pursued her in the first place. She is tall, thin yet built, with red hair that waves down to her waist, and crystal green eyes. Her legs seem to stretch into infinity, and her breasts are hefty, almost too big to fit into my hands. Tonight she stood there, wearing a work suit, blouse, jacket, skirt, slingback sandals. I appraised her, giving her a long once over, then stood and went to welcome her home.
"I bought you something, love." She smiled, tossing back her hair and handing me the bag. Once I'd taken it she sauntered off into the kitchen. I arched an eyebrow and reached into the bag, growing hard almost instantly. What I felt was something small, silken. I peered down into the bag and amid the ruffles of tissue paper I saw a satiny pair of women's underwear, leopard print, just my size. With a grin I hurried into the kitchen. My wife just smiled, suggested I change into the gift and get washed up for supper. I practically ran into the bedroom to change.
