At about four p.m. yesterday, I discovered I'd left my design portfolio on the kitchen counter. I was supposed to meet with the board of directors at 5:30 and if I didn't have that portfolio, I was screwed. So I called my wife, Alora, and begged her to bring it to me.
Let me just sayβI have an amazing wife. Alora is a gorgeous brunette with a killer body and a sweet, bubbly personality. She works from home as a graphic artist. Asking her to leave in the middle of the day is definitely a big inconvenience. However, she good-naturedly agreed and I hung up the phone with a smile on my face.
While I waited for Alora I did as much preparation for the big meeting as I could without having the portfolio in my hand. I was completely focused on my presentation outline when she walked into my office. Wrenching myself away from my notes, I was shocked to see what my wife was wearing.
She had on a short, tight minidress in shiny metallic fabric, tall clear heels and a long, loose coat with a fur collar. Her voluptuous breasts were buoyant and round under the thin fabric and I could clearly see both erect nipples. My cock rose in my pants as I stared at her long, strong legs and the sexy stripper shoes. Alora carefully slipped the coat off and draped it on a chair. She was holding my portfolio.
"Hi baby," my wife said casually. "Here's your file." Speechless, I walked over and kissed her deeply. She was wearing my favorite perfume. I took the portfolio and deposited it unceremoniously on my desk, no longer interested in either my project or my impending meeting.
"What are you doing, Alora?"
"Nothing, babe. Just dropping off your stuff. So I guess I should get back to workβ" She headed for the door, knowing I would prevent her from leaving.
Which I did. I sidestepped quickly, slammed the door and locked it. We sized each other up for a moment. My cock was now hard as a rock, poking out the front of my dress pants insistently. She reached out and traced its outline with her fingers.