Patrick gazed at his wife for a few seconds. "Worth a try," he said. "Ill call Hank in the morning."

"Good," said Sylvia and moved closer to him. "I hope you're ready." She began opening the top of her robe. "I was a really bad girl today."

"Uh-huh," said Patrick, feeling his cock already stiffening in his pants.

"Yes," said Sylvia softly, opening her robe the rest of the way and dropping it on the floor. "A really bad girl."

After all these years, Patrick still gasped as she stood there. Her long wavy brunette hair flowed over her shoulders and her blue eyes were wide with expectation and desire. But it was the fact that Sylvia wore her schoolgirl uniform that really turned Patrick on. She was hot. She really wanted it tonight. The white, low-cut blouse just covered the lower half of her thrusting tits, and the dark-blue straps of her schoolgirl dress just ran over the nipples, keeping them hidden from view. The pleated skirt stopped well short of her knees, flaring out over her taut ass cheeks. Below the dress were her white stockings, matching the blouse and outlining a pair of legs that begged to be stretched open. The high heels she wore accentuated those legs to the point that Patrick wanted to leap out of the chair and ram his cock into her pussy right away, but he restrained himself. He had some work to do first.

"So you were a bad girl, were you?" he asked.

"Oh, yes sir," she whispered, sounding as if she were terrified. "I was a very bad girl, sir." She gasped at the thought and ran her hands over the short skirt, easing it up as she caressed her thighs.

"So what did you do?" asked Patrick, rubbing his cock in his pants.

"I watched a dirty movie, sir," said Sylvia softly, her voice trembling, her hands on her waist and running up to the swelling mounds of her tits.

"I see," said Patrick.

"And I… I made myself come, sir, while I watched it," said Sylvia.