My wife Charli is a real looker. She's got beautiful black shoulder length hair with auburn highlights that bobs up and down as she walks. She stands 5'6" tall and possesses the perkiest 34b tits I have ever seen. She is petite with a small waist and cute curvy tits. Her nipples are long and stand at attention when she is aroused. We have been married almost ten years and have two beautiful children, one boy 8 years old and one girl 6 years old.
Charli works for a large accounting firm and is the assistant to one of the vice-presidents. I am a car salesman. Everything was great until a couple of months ago. I surprised Charli for lunch. When I arrived at her office, she was in with her boss. I waited for almost 45 minutes before she came out. When she did, I sensed something was wrong. She looked flushed and her hair was out of place. It almost never is.
Over lunch I questioned her, and she said nothing was wrong. It was just a very important meeting with her boss and she had to give him what he wanted. She smiled, sipped on her drink and ate her salad. I wasn't satisfied with her answer, but that night at home, after the kids were in bed, she walked into the bathroom as I wa getting ready for bed. She was wearing the white see through negligee with the fur around the bottom that she knows I love.
We had wonderful sex that night. She was aggressive and insisted on being on top. She sat on my face as I ate her. She rode me like a woman possessed and talked dirty to me. I came hard and fast. I later wondered what had come over her.
The next morning she called me around 10:30, asking if I could pick her up for lunch at 1:00. This was very unusual. She rarely has time for lunch, choosing to work and eat a bite at the office. This was going to be two days in a row.
She told me be at her office by 12:45, no later. She asked me to drive the tan kingcab pickup I had told her I wanted. She asked me to jpark it in the corner of the back lot. I arrived exactly on time. She was in the boss's office again with the door closed as usual.
Charli came out of the office a few minutes after 1:00. Her face was flushed and her hair disheveled. She took me by the hand and said, "We've got to hurry."
"What's going on?" I asked her when we got in the pickup.
"Will this seat go back?" she asked. I looked at her strangely, but moved the seat as far back as it would go.
