My wife, Sandy, has been working at a Real Estate office in a wealthy area of town for about three years now. She has been very successful and was recently promoted to office manager.
The office is owned by a successful guy, who owns offices in several locations around the state. I have met him a few times and he is very personable and around 50 years old, a little older than Sandy.
Sandy always dresses very smartly for the office and always shows a little cleavage and wears her skirts quite short to show off her great legs with high heels and shiny hose. Most of her clients are middle aged guys and most enjoy flirting with her.
I have always been a leg/ stockings/nylons/pantyhose lover as long as I can remember and quite often I would feel pangs of jealousy as she leaves the house in the morning, dressed to kill. Many a time I would have liked to grab her, lift up her skirt and fuck her there and then.
I often kid her about the guys at work and the clients lusting after her, but she always laughs off my suggestions. She loves sex and we will often play around for a while, when she comes home, before we have dinner or go out to see friends. From time to time she will be a little late coming home as she has a lot more paperwork to do now, but she always calls me to warn me and I never had any reason to suspect that she was doing anything other than working.
Then, a few weeks ago a golfing buddy said he had bumped into Sandy in a local bar after work and how good she looked. She had spoken to him and introduced him to her boss. That was strange as Sandy had not mentioned it and I just presumed that she had been working late. I didn't mention it to her and more or less forgot about it until last week when she mentioned that she would be late home, as her boss wanted her to accompany him to dinner with some important clients. She said they would be going to a popular steak house downtown, which we frequented ourselves from time to time, and not to wait up for her.
I offered to pick her up when they were finished and drive her home in case she had a few too many drinks but apparently she had arranged to leave her car at the office and her boss would drop her home. I said I would be happy to collect her from the restaurant myself, but she was insistent that it was not necessary. He would drop her home and I could take her into work the following morning. She was not sure what time she would be home, so I should not wait up for her.