I got home two hours earlier than I told Sophia I would. The flight landed early, and I didn’t bother calling. I just wanted to surprise her, maybe take her out for dinner or straight to bed like old times. Ten years of marriage, and I still got that little kick in my chest thinking about her.
The house was quiet when I walked in. I dropped my bag by the door and headed upstairs, already loosening my tie. Our bedroom door was half-open. Soft light spilled out into the hallway.
I pushed the door wider and froze.
Sophia stood in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing but black lace lingerie that barely covered anything. The bra pushed her full breasts up high, and the tiny panties sat low on her hips. In her right hand she held a thin leather crop, tapping it lightly against her
