Katie's phone buzzed on her desk. She stopped what she was doing and looked at the text message. Her husband, Tom had been texting her all day. He knew that his suggestive messages during working hours got her worked up. Today was no exception.
"He must have woken up horny today," she thought. First he had reached around the shower curtain and grabbed her ass. Then the messages started right after she arrived at work. She liked that he was still excited by her. She also liked the things he wrote about what he wanted to do later.
Katie often didn't even respond to these messages. She didn't want to unduly encourage him. Sometimes though she would add a thought or two about what they might do later. Once she had lost her head and sent him a dirty picture she had taken of herself in her office. "What was I thinking?" she wondered.
By the time she was able to leave the office she had been thinking about sex off and on all day. She had that ache that she needed to get fixed. Of course Tom knew this after all their years together. He was a master schemer. She drove home and tried to figure out how she could turn the table a little bit.
She was the first to arrive at home but she knew he wouldn't be far behind. She stripped off her clothes (but not her high heels) and walked back to the kitchen. She poured a glass of wine and leaned a hip against the counter and waited.
Tom walked in hoping that he could continue his games and with a little luck he could have Katie in the mood tonight. When he looked up he was dumbstruck. His beautiful wife stood in the kitchen in her heels and nothing else. She still took his breathe away. Literally in this case.