Incidents at the Tax Preparer's Practice

This took place a few weeks back. My spouse and I visited our tax preparer, whom we’ve known for years. She works from her house. When we got there, she looked lovely in an uncomplicated dress with no shoes on. Having recently given birth, she is nursing, so her breasts were plump and full. Meanwhile, her husband was painting the interior staircase while keeping an eye on the kids. She went over our tax return with us, but mostly addressed Melissa. This works well for both of us since I find numbers and finance rather dry. Melissa looked particularly alluring in her work attire. Her legs were crossed, and watching one shoe dangle from her foot was enough to drive me crazy. At some point, the accountant’s husband entered politely, asking permission to interrupt. He wanted to know if he could make a quick trip to the hardware store. His wife agreed but then reminded him which paint to get and how much money she would allow for it. After that, she smiled at my wife and gave a slight head shake. I was aroused. I told my wife afterward that I immediately started wondering about their marital dynamic. The chances of his being caged are high, certainly, but I enjoyed picturing it. I admitted to Melissa how thrilling it was sitting there as she pulled out the checkbook handled our affairs for us. I also mentioned how exciting it would have been if this other couple had known about us. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, I asked, to have friends we could be open with? Perhaps in time… Michael