Marlene relates her morning

Ray Parker lifted the fluted glass he still held in his hand and took a long swig, needing to quench his parched throat before he attempted an answer. First, his wife has music and candlelight for his birthday, now the revelation that it was Marlene who sent the e-mail. His hand trembled slightly after he took a sip of the effervescing beverage, a combination of nervousness and anticipation. 'How..?' he wondered.

His wife continued, not waiting for an answer.

"I had arranged to take some of the old baby clothes to Allison, since she told me she usually arrives early at your building. At least that was my pretense. I really wanted to find a way to surprise you for your birthday, and wondered if she could give me some hints." Marlene broke their clench to look at her husband as she related the morning's adventure. She, too, sipped from the glass that had dangled from the fingers behind her husband's back, finishing the glass' contents and setting it on the bureau.

Ray was glad he had regained his composure by the time his lingerie-clad wife looked him in the eyes as she played back the day's events. He hoped his features wouldn't betray the guilt he felt as he continued to listen.

"As I waited for Allison to put the things away, I looked in your office, saw the computer, and thought about the time you let me work on it before we got ours for the kids." Ray allowed his wife to undress him, dropping his dress shirt to the floor. He helped her peel his undershirt over his head, his interest piqued. "I had hoped you didn't change the password," she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

Ray smiled back crookedly. It would've been easy enough for her to remember. The password was, after all, his wife's first name.

As Marlene massaged the smooth firm chest of her husband, she related further.
"I remembered how you used to enjoy the naughty little notes I used to pack in your brown bag lunch the first years we were married, and thought I'd renew the practice. I knew you said the firewall wouldn't allow me to send you an e-mail from home.."

Ray thought back to that time and smiled a little, despite his current apprehension, as his wife continued explaining.

".. it took a little convincing, Allison wasn't too eager to let me in your office, so devoted and protective, that woman," Marlene grinned. "But eventually she relented. We women have to stick together, y'know!" she purred, unzipping her husband's slacks.

Ray flashed back to mere hours earlier, when he found the pretty brunette at his desk, admitting responsibility for the missive, telling him she didn't think he'd mind if..'my wife used the computer,' he thought to himself. Of course Allison's curiosity had gotten the better of her, and he found her at his desk.

The half-dressed CEO saw the way his wife was looking at him, and recognized that as well from their early courtship. The way she looked at him fondly when he seemed to be lost in thought, then asked him what he was thinking. She knew it drove him crazy when she asked that, but she couldn't help doing it. He remembered he used to call her 'the watcher' because of her intense gaze when she did so.

'The Watcher'. It suddenly hit Ray like a cold bucket of water. His wife was indeed his 'watcher.'

This realization didn't affect the rest of him like a cold dousing would. In fact, his cock swelled more and more before him as he thought of his wife typing those nasty words. It wobbled in mid-air now that his doting spouse had yanked his slacks and boxers to his ankles.

After helping her husband out of his shoes and socks as he stood before her, Marlene made short work of Ray's slacks and underwear, wrangling the puddled material from his ankles and tossing them out of the way.

Marlene stole the glass from her excited husband's hand and finished off the remainder of the champagne. Putting aside the empty glass, she then rained wet kisses on the veined column of Ray's cockshaft as she held it by the base in one hand.

"You really meant what was in your message?" Ray asked, still in disbelief at his good fortune. Such devoted, attentive women at work, and now in his bedroom as well.

As if in answer, his wife dived down on his pink, swollen boner, her cheeks hollowing as she did. Ray took the eager, vigorous suction on his staff as a 'yes' as she looked up into his eyes as she did so. He smiled, petting her blonde hair as he looked forward to the rest of the night.