While you are getting in another evening of needed overtime in the city your sexy work from home wife is being eyefucked every time she leaves the apartment. Maintenance men need to adjust thermostats, delivery men are up and down the elevator in a seemingly constant stream and even though the ground floor laundry is clean she soon assessed early morning wash and fold the prudent path. Less traffic meant less young urban eyes lingering on her ripe athletic ass that even the loosest sweat pants struggled to conceal. The one time she had worn her spandex shorts to the market what had been subtle mostly appreciative gazing at her gymnasts ass morphed quickly into audible lust and she cut the errand short and hurried home. She was well aware of the open intention behind those men's stares. It was a problem that had been following her since her early teens. Literally. She'd heard whispered "Dat Ass" type comments a thousand times as she pretended not to notice. But notice she did. And the problem she feared might eventually develop bothered her somewhat. Something inside her was getting stirred when those college boys with their spandex shorts smiled at her in the laundromat or the market or the elevator. Some days they seemed to be everywhere she went to run her household errands. Greeting her with a smile and often introducing themselves or offering to carry her laundry or groceries as a way to welcome her to urban apartment life. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind the beautiful young blonde wife was well aware of the real greeting each and every one of them was eager to give her. She pretended behind sunglasses not to notice when her greeting swelled those loose spandex shorts seemingly down to a knee. She knew their first goal was getting her to look at it. After that find a way to get her to hold one and heft it and marvel at it's length and weight. Probably best to just find reasons to stay home. Even washing laundry was dangerous these days. And maybe just a little exciting.