Kitty met Harold's flight from San Francisco. He gave her a peck on the lips and hurried to the parking lot.
"Did you get the financial consulting contract?" she asked.
"It's in the bag!" He grinned proudly.
She knew better than to wait in the car while Harold tied up a few loose ends in the office. He rarely went to the office for a few minutes and got out in less than an hour. She would have roasted in that time sitting in the car.
Sarah Bennit, Harold's private secretary, web corned Kitty with her usual business-like smile.
"He shouldn't be long." Sarah smiled politely. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"No thank you," Kitty replied, admiring Sarah's trim figure and quick, efficient moves. She figured Sarah spent three nights a week working out to keep herself in such good condition.
"You must jog or swim to keep in such good shape," Kitty said.
"I swim laps most every night," Sarah replied.
"With your boyfriend?"
"No. By myself."
She's frigid, thought Kitty. A pity. She decided to make one last check, just to make sure.
"Doesn't your boyfriend like to swim?" she asked.
"My ex-boyfriend had another sport in mind. I sent him packing."
Frigid, thought Kitty. No doubt about it. As Sarah walked back into Harold's office, Kitty paid particular attention to her ass. Sarah had a lovely ass.
What a waste, thought Kitty.
She wondered what Clyde would think of an ass like that.
Harold finished in slightly less than an hour and they headed home, changing quickly into swimming suits for a dip before dinner. Kitty was careful not to get her hair wet.
Harold barbecued steaks and they ate outside, after his evening ritual of watching the news on TV.
After dinner, Kitty poured drinks and they sat on the patio in silence. The night air was warm, but not uncomfortably so.
"I feel like another dip before going to bed," she said, stripping down nude and casing into the water, careful to keep her hair dry.
Harold soon joined her and immediately began swimming lengths. His busy schedule didn't allow him a regular time for exercise, but he always managed to grab a few minutes here and there to swim lengths, jog a mile or so, or just rim in place in his office or a hotel room.
"Did you ever think of taking up golf?" Kitty asked, when he finished.
"I used to play every week," he reminded her. "Only with clients, when you were getting started. It wasn't playing, it was another form of work."
"I don't have time for golf any more," he said. "How about time for me," she replied, reaching between his legs in the water, caressing his limp prick, his balls.
Harold looked surprised. He was accustomed to being the aggressor when it came to sex.
"Do you mind?" Kitty asked, smiling impishly, squeezing his cock gently.
"It's not like you," he said.
"Maybe I'm becoming a new woman. Do you mind?"
He smiled, hesitantly. "Of course not."
"We need to loosen up a little, Harold," she said, putting his hand on her tit, then down her flat belly, between her legs. "If you haven't got time for it, then. I'll have to show a little more initiative."
"Are you suggesting I've been neglecting you, Kitty?"
She kissed him lightly. "Want an honest answer?"
"Yes, an honest answer."
"Yes, you've been neglecting me."
She kissed him again, touching his tongue with hers.
His cock began to harden in her hand. She reached for a towel beside the pool and spread it neatly on the cool pool deck near them.
"Out you go," she said, grabbing a cheek of his ass and pushing him out of the pool, onto the towel.
He responded like a baby, lying on his back as she directed, looking at the star-filled sky.
Standing in the shallow water, she leaned over the side of the pool and took his semi-hard cock in her mouth, sucking it gently, fondling his balls delicately.
He took her free hand and squeezed it, closing his eyes, feeling his body relax as it hadn't relaxed in a long time.
She continued sucking, running her tongue up and down his shaft, as his cock hardened, then quivered.
He pulled her hand to his mouth and began sucking her fingers.
She continued sucking his cock as his warm come spurted into her mouth, then dripped down her chin. She sucked, less eagerly, until his cock was once again limp.
Harold remained perfectly still for a long moment, his eyes closed. Then he opened them, and looked at his wife's smiling face.
"What's happened to you, Kitty?" he asked suspiciously.
"Do you mind?"
He looked away, then sat up, his face troubled. "I don't know."