"Mr. Peterson, you have a call on line one. It's your wife."
David smiled to himself. He'd just been thinking about her. "Ok, thanks Sarah. Go ahead and put her through." He let the phone ring three times before he picked it up.
"Why are you bothering me at work, woman? Don't you know I'm a very busy man?" He heard the giggle he was aiming for and smiled.
"Yes, yes, I know... there's always some poor bastard that needs a good suing. But seriously... are you really busy right now?"
"No, I was just sitting here trying to read through this deposition and getting absolutely nowhere with it. Seems I'm having trouble concentrating today. Why, what's up Jules?"
"I was just thinking I could come by and bring you lunch. I had a client meeting in the area that ended a little early and I'm STARVING. Do you have time?"
"I always have time for Wifey. Come on over whenever you're ready."
"K, see you soon. Bye!"
David sighed to himself. As much as he wanted to see his wife, he knew her presence in the office meant he'd be getting no work done for the rest of the day. Not that he was getting any done anyway with the thoughts of how she'd greeted him last night after a late night at work... his cock tightened at the thought. It was amazing what a woman could do to your work ethic.
Julia parked and scrutinized herself in the rear view. She smoothed her red hair and freshened up her lipstick. And grinned at herself in the mirror. Her pussy had been throbbing all day thinking about the way David had fucked her last night, and she knew just how to make it feel better. She grabbed her purse and to-go bags and headed up to give her husband a VERY memorable lunch hour.
Julia boarded the elevator and got off at the 7th floor and was greeted by David's secretary, Sarah.
"Hi Mrs. Peterson. David just got a call, but he said to tell you to go on in."
Julia walked into David's office and shut the door behind her. She took a good look at her husband... he looked so sexy in lawyer mode. His dark blond hair was neat and tidy, his shirt crisp and his tie knotted precisely. He was even wearing the little wire-rimmed glasses that made her crazy.
He glanced up and she walked in and motioned her over silently as he carried on with his conversation. She put the take-out bags on the coffee table in his sitting area and walked around to sit on the edge of his desk. She purposefully crossed her legs and leaned back on her elbows, knowing she made a sexy picture in her black pencil skirt and green shirt . He smiled at her and then rolled his eyes toward the phone. Apparently someone was being long winded.
Oh well, Jules thought, I'll just entertain myself while I'm waiting. She began to unbutton her shirt, one tiny button at a time. He caught her eye at the third button and raised an eyebrow. She kept her eyes on his and she undid the fourth and fifth, revealing the tops of her breasts and a very sexy lace bra. She traced the edge of the black lace and the swell of her breasts while he watched. She could see his eyes beginning to glaze they way the did when he was really turned on. She glanced down at his crotch and saw the pulsing bulge in his pinstriped trousers. And licked her lips. Slowly. She met his eyes again and smiled mischievously and the combination of lust and apprehension they held.
She removed her shirt completely, and slid off the desk to stand in front of him. She turned her back to him and slowly unzipped the back of her skirt. And slowly slid it down her legs to pool on the floor between his feet. She turned around and saw he had his eyes closed against the image she presented; black lace against creamy white skin.
