I moved behind my wife and slowly removed her already opened blouse. I gently slid it off of her shoulders. She arched her back so I could slip it fro...m her. When I did, her breasts stuck out obscenely, Will immediately cracked a devilish smirk.I then brought my arms around her waist to unbutton her shorts. As I did, my rock hard cock, bumped against her ass. She turned and smiled over her shoulder at me. Her breathing was already ragged from the sexual energy in the room, her breasts heaved,. "I took a deep breath before shaking my head in agreement. "Yeah. You could be right."Inez had more input to offer on the matter. "We've also been wondering why I moved to New Jersey in my forties, after all, right?" Part of the reason was your job," I pointed out."Yeah, but there had to be more to it. Why did I decide to look for a new job in New Jersey? I'm sure it was because of my aunt or uncle, or Mayra, or Lisette. One or all of them probably reached out to me after all that time,. How did you hear about it already?" I was doubly irritated now. Did my mother have my apartment bugged, or something?"Your real estate agent's boss is the spouse of one of my law partners," she said. "I have connections everywhere." Evidently." I resolved to chew, hard, on my agent's ear about this, but I suppose her boss -- Mr. (or Mrs.) Spouse-of-Law-Partner, was the real culprit."Why the sudden interest in real estate?" Mom wanted to know."Stock market's in the toilet. Thought it would be a. Yes, I had it all. But today I was not happy. The load I carried was just too much for me sometimes and this was one of those days. Well, I mean I am not happy with certain parts of my life. I loved my kids and my husband. It was work it was killing me. I put in way too many hours at the office then left feeling I something was undone. I left work every night with a tug of war going on in mind an incessant struggle between the need to stay and work or go home and feel guilty. Of course staying.