Mina's husband Wulf was at least a half a foot over 6 foot tall and 220 lbs. Thick arms. Broad chest. Muscular. A man's man if you will. As such he had an old fashioned desk, one made of a deep cherry wood, thick, heavy, quite sturdy and tall. Standing as high as his waist when he sat, it also had a very deep knee recess. Which gave Mina the naughtiest of ideas. It was the perfect hiding spot.
Wicked grin in place she slid carefully into the space backwards upon folded legs. She'd left him a trail to find her, all there was now, was to wait.
"What in the world is she up to...," Wulf said to himself as he found yet another article of his wife's clothing. Wondering what game she was about he collected each piece in his large hand as it led him from their bedroom to his office door.
Entering quietly, he softly closed the door following the trail straight to his high-backed desk chair in which lay a lacy, black thong. Judging by the handful of things he'd already acquired he guessed this to be the last of it. Sitting down in the leather swivel chair he immediately saw where his errant wife, Mina, had hidden herself. Wulfs arousal grew quickly as he realized the clothing he held was what she HAD been wearing. There under his desk was his Mina, wearing only an impish grin and her waist-length, dark auburn hair for cover.
