Wife came to my office to have lunch with me. Greeted me with the most erotic kiss we've had in months. Everybody else was out . . .

She wound up sitting on the workbench, skirt bunched up around her waist. Pantyhose on the floor. Thighs wrapped around my ears. Babbling something about, "When will they be back?" and "Can you hear people when they come in?". Then, in mid sentence, she said "Oh NO!!" and her legs clamped shut. All the parts cabinets on the bench rattled loudly.

About 30 seconds later I was reminded that when a girl bends at the waist and holds her ankles, her bare backside strongly resembles a Valentine heart.

It was all over in about 15 minutes. My co-workers weren't back for another hour. We haven't done it at work since I was a grad student at Purdue, circa 1975. Now we feel like some naughty nineteen year olds!