Your wife Laurel

Your wife Laurel greets you with a kiss, her tongue toying with you.

"You're a wicked wicked man," she giggles. "Taking advantage of that poor little girl! You're such a beast!"

"That's what you love," you chuckle, squeezing her rump as she wriggles. "She got exactly what she was looking for."

"And a little more, I'm sure. Come up and tell me all your wicked plans while we get ready." She takes you hand and leads you up the stairs, twitching her rump at you.

Ten years ago Laurel was your secretary, and on her second day on the job you had fucked her on top of your desk. At the time she had seemed like just another in a long series of office conquests, but you quickly found that her appetites and tastes matched yours in almost every way. A decade later she was still sleek and sexy, and one of the best fucks you'd ever had.

"So do we have time to fuck, or do you want to save it for later?" she teases, tapping the tip of your nose with a slender finger.