Someone very familial

"Why, Mister Parker! I thought you'd never get here!" the blonde said as she turned to face the recently arrived CEO and sidled forward on stiletto-heeled legs.

Ray Parker looked into the laughing eyes of the voluptuous blonde heading around his conjugal bed and couldn't believe it.

" 'Lenie!" he gasped, barely able to grasp that the incredible-looking vixen advancing his way was actually his wife!

"Happy birthday, handsome!" Marlene purred, picking up a couple of fluted glasses from a nightstand and resuming her approach.

The stunned husband was astonished at her transformation. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his wife with her hair down. She seemed to always have it up in a severe bun for work, or pulled back into a ponytail when she labored around the house. Now, the thick blonde mane flowed loosely around her come-hither features, the swirls tickling at her shoulders. Similarly, in their twenty years together, she had never made herself up like this. Her always beautiful eyes now smoldered darkly from within her radiant face. Her full, sexy lips looked.. well.. cock-hardening.

Ray couldn't help but drop his eyes yet lower when his wife grabbed the sash of her satin robe and undid it, dropping the shorty coverup to the carpeted floor with a simple shrug of her shoulders, effectively unwrapping her present.

"Bu.." was all Ray could get out when he took in the curves of his near forty-year-old wife. Her maturing figure was enhanced by a corset of the same liquid metallic material as her robe. The champagne-colored garment made an hourglass of her always fine curves. Garters stretched from the bottom hem of the corset to hold a pair of stockings tautly in place over her long smooth legs. The sheer nylon made them glisten in the candlelight.

Marlene Parker smiled ever brighter when she saw the desired reaction from her husband. Her perfect white teeth shone as she stepped to within mere inches of the harried exec.

"But.. but.." Ray tried again, managing a couple extra consonants.

"But it's not your birthday?" Marlene tried to finish for her tongue-tied husband. "I know," she smiled, glancing at her small wristwatch. "I'm a couple hours early. At midnight, it will be official, though." She stopped at a dresser, near a silver ice bucket, grabbed a chilled bottle and poured some champagne down the inside of both glasses.

Ray Parker had been so busy with the business he hadn't even thought about his impending birthday. He took the proffered glass of champagne from his wife with a shaky hand. He looked past the fizzing glass to the dramatic cleavage of his wife's 34DD breasts. The lighter-skinned flesh puffed above the half-cups of the corset, looking like two soft pillows.

'And she has to wonder why I seem to surround myself with busty little minxes? They remind me of her, in our early, happy days together,' Ray mused as he continued to devour his wife with his eyes.

"Why so edgy, hon?" Marlene asked, noting his tense posture. "I know you like dinner ready when you get home, but I thought we'd start with dessert tonight," she teased. "Is that alright?" she asked, looking deep into his eyes, massaging his cock and balls through his dress slacks. She was not disappointed to find him fully erect.

Ray felt his spouse caress his sex through his business suit. As enjoyable as it felt, this was the last thing he expected when he got home tonight. Even though Ray had made a quick stop in the company restroom to wash the rut of anal sex with Allison from his genitals, he felt he better excuse himself.

"Uh, honey, let me wash up first. It's been a long day and.. " Ray stated, trying to step back, out of the loving clutches of his wife.

"Oh, don't you worry about that, mister!" his wife grinned devilishly as she slowly pulled his striped tie from around his neck. "You'll just need another one later anyhow!" Dropping his tie on the floor, Marlene began to unbutton the crisp white material of his shirt.

"I dunno, honey! What about the kids?" Ray asked, trying to excuse himself in an effort to wash up.

"Oh, don't worry about them. Raylene.." she said, referring to their oldest daughter, "..is staying at her friend's, the rest are at my mother's for the night." She pulled his opened shirt from his slacks.

"Relax, sweetie, this night is all about you," Marlene cooed, gazing lovingly into his eyes. She stuck her hands inside the opened folds of his shirt, massaging the tense muscles in his back through his snug tee shirt. Since talking to your assistant Allison lately.." she started.

"You talked to Allison?" Ray interrupted, trying to sound casual as he asked. All kinds of sordid scenarios ran through Ray's mind.

"Yes, she's been coming in to the obstetrician's office I've been helping out at since she had her baby. I saw you were her employer when filing some paperwork and we got to talking. She's told me after all your struggling, that all the time you've been putting in is really starting to yield results." Ray felt her lay her head on his shoulder as she continued in an even softer, more conciliatory tone of voice. "Your employees talk about you in such glowing and reverential tones, and I, your wife, have been such a bitch to you. That's just not right. I know our problems haven't been for your lack of trying, and I'm going to resolve right now to be a better wife to you."

Ray glanced down to his wife's resting place on his shoulder, not able to keep his eyes from tearing as he looked to her downcast eyes. He felt like such a heel now, after the sexual escapades of the past twelve hours. Trying to assuage his guilty conscience, he answered his spouse. "You can't shoulder all the blame. I should be there more for you and the girls. There is more than the business that needs nurturing," he finished, dipping his head to kiss the top of his wife's blonde head.

Moments passed, an awkward silence with nothing heard but the soft jazz playing in the background. Ray found himself swaying to the music with his wife as they did when they were first dating, twenty-odd years ago. He felt her hands caress him as she continued to lay her head against his strong chest.

"Honey?" Marlene asked softly, first breaking the silence.

"Mmmm?" Ray responded, enjoying this moment.

"What did you think of my little email this morning?"

Ray's head bolted straight, and he swallowed a large lump in his throat. He was glad his wife couldn't see the expression on his face as she continued to rest against him.