He had access to stock options, and better bonuses, too. With it came perks and responsibilities. Sometimes he could come home early, and sometimes, l...ke near end of month, he was extremely busy. He had people to supervise, and problems to solve, not only his, but sometimes theirs. But he flourished in his new capacity. I also became a sort of trophy wife. I still had my own job, as financial analyst, in a different field of work. But it was steady, constant, and 9 to 5. There were few parties. She would ask existential questions one minute; then talk about what she was going to name her floppy cat the next. She could be bold and provocative and profane; then instantly shy. She was not only the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen; she was the most intriguing. I desired every bit of her.Just our fingertips are touching. That's enough sometimes.I reach across her and pick up a sheet of notepaper that's filled on both sides with blue handwriting. I had folded and unfolded that piece of. The train stopped at a small station where the prospective passengers huddled together in the rain shelter, their breath condensing into a fine mist. They climbed aboard, disappointed not to find any vacant seats on the overcrowded commuter service.Jim had a nine o'clock appointment to see DI Hammond of the Metropolitan Police, hoping the officer could shed some light on Amanda's disappearance. Rather than chance the congested London traffic, he'd opted for the rail option and was certainly. "Slowly I pushed as she held herself still, her face screwed up in a gesture of pain. Then I felt the dome of my cock slip past her ring and it felt like it was being caressed by a hand in a velvet glove, she smiled. In fact, she glowed."Beautiful," she breathed, "Absolutely beautiful, but slowly Dave, fuck me slowly."I had to do it slowly, I was afraid I'd hurt her, but there was no doubt she was loving it."Oh, Dave, I can't describe how this feels." Try, darling," I said as I fucked her.