Morning routine

I see her every morning at work. She is maybe 35, blonde, pretty but in a non-threatening way. I see her across the big conference table and I imagine her naked, taking each layer off slowly, first her pink velvety sweater, then her graphic t, finally her large cups, and me fondling her big round nipples. Then I imagine myself sucking on her nipples. Often time would pass by quickly when I let my mind go free like that. It was hard otherwise to listen to the same inane drivel everyday. She once invited me to her birthday party, even though she knew I was married. I wonder what she wanted from me. I was tempted to go, but I supposed I would have needed to bring my wife with me.