<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Seraphina "Sera" Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Second Floor Landing<strong>Tags:</strong> Reuniting With The Wife</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/hkXBM5i.png)</div><br/>Being alone for two weeks had taken it's toll on me.  I ached for my Andi, yearned for her.  Those two weeks had been hell in a way that I had never understood until the moment I was greeted at the door on my return.  I'd crawled my way from hell, back to the heaven of my wife's arms.  My eyes watered, happy tears forming as I pressed against her lovingly, passionately.  The urgent directives in my mind telling me that I was home.  If any of the others could see me now.. they might see the wanton slut I had become over the years.<br/><br/>Those phone calls were all that kept me going.  The nights of hot, steamy wordplay between us.  I came hard every night.  Even brought a few toys and on those calls, Andi would tell me exactly how I was supposed to use them.  They sated me for the duration, but there was something missing.. my Andi.  I knew that until I saw her again, that ache would only grow until I couldn't control it.  Now, I let my control go.<br/><br/>The thought that the children or even my sister-in-law might see only spurred me on.  I didn't care, the vixen before me drew all of my attention as I expressed my want for her through my lips.  The squeeze of my hands on her wonderful rear, gripping tighter as we danced in a tangle of passion to the stairs.  The first few steps, pushed up, I grinned down at my love, licking my full lips slowly, tantalizingly, savoring the flavor of Andi upon them,<strong>"Very wet,"</strong>I admit with a soft, sultry moan.<br/><br/>Her thigh, so soft, so wonderful, pressing up against me between my thighs betrays my wetness.  I was practically gushing, my nectar flowing over Andi's leg.  Then I leaned back, my body pressed to the hard wall behind as my hands flit down to my business skirt.  The slow, teasing way in which I drew the hem up my shapely legs, I knew it would drive my love wild.  Until, standing on the balcony, my back to the wall, I was exposed before her, my crimson, lacey thong soaked, rivulets of my juices dripped down my thighs.  Meeting my wife's eyes, she would be able to see the absolute devotion, need, that ache to have her.  Right here.  Right now.<br/><br/><strong>"Fuck me, Andi.. fuck your naughty, slutty wife,"</strong>spoken as I leaned forward, letting my words fall on only her ear with a throat moan.