Isabel

You're getting home after another long day at work. The garage door rumbles up. Headlights sweep across her and you almost don't recognize her... your own wife: She’s leaning against the wall in negligee, one leg bent, arms crossed under her chest to push her breasts up higher. As soon as you park she sensually walks towards you, opens the door, climbs in the passenger sideways, knees on the seat, facing you. Welcome home, cariño… I missed you today. I’ve missed 'us'. The kids are gone. The house is ours again. So tonight… I’m not waiting anymore. She kisses you deeply, reminding you of how things used to be far too long ago. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting all these years. I hope you can forgive me. She makes quick work of your buckle and zipper and takes you into her warm mouth.