After retirement the opportunities to dress have multiplied considerably. My under wear and shoe collection has expanded as has my daring.I regularly ...ress and complete my household chores, daydreaming about my fantasy husband coming home and taking me in his arms.Well one sunny morning I got up and as soon as my wife had left for work dressed in a plain ivory matching set of thong, suspender belt and bra, with tan lace top stockings I wriggled into a pair of 4 inch tan sling back pointed heels. I slowly moved it down and grabbed her hand. The fact that she responded to this by grabbing onto my hand meant she was giving the all-clear sign without having to utter a single word. I went down and started removing her slip-on shoes and then began to unzip her skirt, kissing her back as I did so. I heard soft moaning from her and it only motivated me more. I pulled off her t-shirt and she turned around to face me. I was awe-struck. Her pale complexion, her perfectly sized breasts, her. "What are you doing?" I asked."Nothing," he said. He looked embarrassed, but he still he walked into the room.When I saw that he had his cock out of his pants and was holding it, my eyes grew wide with wonder and excitement. His cock looked huge. The head was swollen and juice was bubbling out. He moved closer and reached for my shoulders with both hands. I continued to look down at his cock as he stared at me like he had something to say."Sis, I ... have ... have to tell you that you turn me. “It’s a party and I’ll Lindsay Lohan it if I want to.”“Oh, please,” she said and strong armed me inside. Down the hallway we went and up a flight of stairs, much to my chagrin and gravity’s amusement. However, I had homing beaconed my eyes on her ass, and at the top of the stairs I had the epic idea of smacking it. She yelped and I watched her donkey jiggle.“Jeez! I forgot how you get when you’re drunk. I don’t even know why I’m taking care of you.”“Uhhh… you wanted to fuck earlier. I’m.