I let out a sigh of relief as I closed the last of the POs the fools at the warehouse had messed up. “Can’t have one fucking day off,” I muttered for about the third time that morning. I signed out of the terminal and opened my email. Even though I’d thoroughly explained and shown the process to every single person I added to the To address bar, they obviously needed me to draw them a picture. I seriously considered print...

I was silently cursing speed limits and every other car on the road as we returned home from breakfast. I knew I was in for it when I asked her if she was ready to go and my wife walked out of the bedroom in that outfit. She was wearing a black and white striped, sleeveless top that really put her gorgeous tits on display – with plenty of bared cleavage. Her jet-black leggings were capri-length and form-fitting enough to...

Of course my wife giggled and took off running as soon as she saw me following. I wasn’t going to validate that by jogging after her, though the temptation was pretty strong. The moment I stepped in front of the bedroom door, her top came flying at me. I put my hands up in time to keep it from hitting me in the face as my bare-breasted wife laughed. She’d already kicked off her shoes, and proceeded to peel off her legging...