An earlier story told of how my wife Kim came to my office after hours and screwed me. It was a wonderful evening that I will always remember. My wife remembers it too and teased me about repeating the visit. I tell her any time. She hassled me about my cute office assistant, Denise, asking me whether I'm screwing her or not. I tease back by not giving her definitive answers, making her wonder if I'm fooling-around with my assistant. I'm not.
It was my birthday. We were planning to go out to dinner that evening. I was a bit surprised when Denise stuck her head in my office door at noon and said, "Your twelve o'clock appointment is here." I didn't have any appointments listed on my calendar, so I thought there had been a foul-up.
Then my wife walked into the office carrying a small cake. It was fall so it wasn't unusual for her to be wearing her long raincoat. Denise closed the door, smiled and said, "I'll be out here if you need me."
Kim came into the office and unbuttoned her coat. With her coat open, I could see that she was wearing a sheer white blouse and quite obviously was not wearing a bra underneath it. As she walked in, I caught glimpses of her chest and could see the dark color of her areolas on her breasts which were jiggling under the thin blouse. Kim has a nice set of tits that drape nicely on her chest. Her hair was tied up and she was wearing some very nice earrings and a diamond necklace that I'd bought her.
"Happy birthday!" she said as she removed her coat and set it on an office chair.
She came over to me and kissed me, just a peck, not a passionate kiss at all. She sat in one of the chairs, facing me and crossed her legs. She likes to tease me and I like to look up her skirt; it's a game we play. Sometimes she doesn't wear underwear and I was trying to see if this was one of those times.
She saw me looking and asked, "What are you looking at?"
I said, "I'm trying to see if you wore underpants today."
She said, "Well, that's something I wanted to talk to you about. I need to see a doctor."
"Why do you need to see a doctor?" I asked.
She seemed upset and said, "I'm having memory problems."
"Really?"
"Yes. For example, I forgot to wear panties today. I walked out of the house and just forgot to put them on."
She crossed her legs and I caught a glimpse of her dark-haired pussy under her skirt.
I noted, "Well, you aren't wearing a bra, either."