Michelle, on her knees

Your breath caught in your throat. Just inside, on the plush carpeting, was your lovely wife Michelle. She was naked, looking up at you with wanton lust in her eyes. Her mouth was open wide and her long tongue stretched out. One of her hands was busy between her legs and the other beckoned you to her without a word.

Michelle was so stunningly attractive that this sight was enough to completely derail your grief. She had pretty shoulder length red hair. Her fair face and chest were dusted with freckles. You always loved the way they thinned out and disappeared just above her perky round breasts that stuck out at you, bare. Her green eyes implored you and her soft full lips glistened and awaited you.

You put down your briefcase and approached her. "Michelle, I..."

She cut you off with a wave of her hand and pointed urgently to her mouth. When you were in reach she savagely grabbed your belt and pulled you closer. With both hands she unzipped your fly. Her fingers were soaked in her own juices; she must have been really worked up. In a flash she had your hard dick out. As her pretty green eyes focused on it, she let out a soft moan and her whole body quivered.

Her mouth was still wide open, tongue hanging down. A drop of drool fell from it.