It was a week after he had come home. His parents had flown back a couple days earlier, so it was all up to Sophia, and she wasn't having an easy time...of it."Warren?" Hm?" The doctors said you could skate. We have our ice time tomorrow morning. Want to give it a whirl?" No." We really should, soon, you know. We need to see if you can get to the point where we can go to Worlds. It's only a month and a half away." I'm not going to Worlds." We might be able to. If your wrist can handle it, we. "Yes," I encouraged.The thought of some stranger catching my pretty young wife naked was having an effect of my cock."Luckily I had just pulled my shorts on before he started on our bedroom," she said."Oh," I said somewhat disappointed."He probably saw my naked tits though," she giggled.My cock twitched and hardened again."Oh I bet he liked that," I said with a big leery smile."He probably missed them as they're not very big," she said.Here we go again, I thought."My love, you have the most. Crammed in like sardines, they departed the floor. This was a high rise office building and the lift always seemed to take an age to reach the floor, often stopping at nearly every floor. Your office was located on the 45th floor of the 75 in the building, the last few being renovated. Eventually another lift arrived, thank goodness, as the doors opened three people were already inside, as the door started to close a hand darted between the doors and they reopened….’more delays’ you muttered. Back then she was petite and cute. Now she was the image of femininity and she was beautiful. She also delighted herself in remembering what a bad naughty girl she was. She recalled the time, before settling for her husband, when her promiscuity was only challenged by the amount of hard cocks willing to defile, in any way imaginable, this once nymphomaniac goddess now tamed by societal pressures of kids, friends, work and only-to-be-admired-“salope” etiquette. For so long she had resorted to.