My wife, Keri and I had been happily married for 9 years when she was suddenly diagnosed with stage three breast cancer. Happily, Keri is a fighter, and after lengthy sessions of chemotherapy, radiation treatments, and a lumpectomy, she has been cancer free for 6 years. The only downside to the whole affair was that the chemo triggered early menopause. There were a couple of rough years, with Keri suffering from some pretty serious mood swings.
Keri has always been a gorgeous woman; she stands 5' 4" and weighed 140, prior to the cancer. With the chemo and all, she dropped some weight, down to a lean, 125 and has stayed around that weight since then. Her figure is now a marvelous 38D-25-35, she looks great! She had fantastic, long blonde hair before her treatments, but when her hair grew back after chemo, it was now very curly. Keri loved the new hair look; she had to spend much less time working on her hair prior to going out.
Prior to all that Keri had been through, we had a normal sex life, once or twice a week, but Keri was always self-conscious during sex. She would only have sex in our bedroom, and always with the lights out. During the menopause period, she really didn't want to be touched at all. Unexpectedly to me, once the menopause stopped, Keri's behavior changed, drastically.
I am a building manager in a banking center, Keri was a loan officer in the same building, but she stopped working after the cancer. Since we were more than comfortable, we decided she didn't need to go back to work for a while.
One Monday morning, about 8 months after Keri's menopause had started, as I was getting ready to leave for my office, Keri asked of I minded if she went clothes shopping, since most of her outfits didn't fit too well any more. I told her I was more that happy for her to go out and told her "Have fun, just don't melt the credit cards!"
That evening when I came home, I asked how the shopping went.
Keri said, "It went OK, but nothing really caught my eye. I think I'll hit a couple other shops tomorrow, and try again."
Tuesday came and went, totally uneventful for me, but when I got home Keri was in a really happy mood, I told her, "I guess shopping went better today, what did you get?"
She told me she found several outfits, but they all needed minor alterations. She knows a local seamstress, and dropped off the clothes, they would be ready on Monday.
Well, I had forgot all about Keri's shopping spree until the following Tuesday. I left for work as usual, ready for another boring day. Around 11Am Keri surprised me by visiting me at the office. She came into my office, and I could hardly believe my eyes, there before me was my ultra-conservative wife wearing a super-short black leather mini-skirt that bare covered her shapely ass. She had on 6-inch stilettos with dark nylons with the seam down the back, and had on a sheer cream-colored button down blouse with enough buttons opened to show off a generous amount of cleavage. The blouse was so sheer, that her erect nipples were plainly visible, especially since she decided to skip the bra!
I just sat at my chair staring at this gorgeous creature that had strutted into my office. Keri walked to my desk, leaned over and gave me a big French kiss. While she was shoving her tongue down my throat, she groped my rapidly swelling cock through my pants. Then she pulled back, and said "I guess you like my new outfit, there will be much more for you to see once you get home. Maybe I'll even do something about that growing bulge in you pants then!"
With that she turned, and strutted back out of my office, and boy do I mean strutted. Her ass was swaying from side to side like a belly dancers hips. I could hear the clacking of her heals retreating down the hall on her way out. I collapsed in my chair, trying to catch my breath. I could believe that that was the same shy, bashful girl that I had been married to for the past 15 years. I wanted to follow her home, right now, but I had several meetings for the rest of the day.
