She looked like a bird out on a fresh after rain morning. She was looking like an ice-cream cone to by eaten away. We both sat and had our lunch and t...en started working again. Now we were to bring files in the attic down.I said that I will bring it down but she said that she could do it as she is lighter than me and she started climbing the table. To help her climb I supported her by placing my hand on her butts and started squeezing it slightly.Again there was no response and before I could. Why I decided to read that story was beyond me. How could something so simplistic and quickly jotted down have such a hold on me. Without thinking, I pulled on a pair of pink panties. Pink, maybe that was the color in the envelope. Yes, I decided, it must be pink. He thinks of me as all vulnerable and soft and girly. Fantasizing about me being held wide open, his hands under my knees, his head between my legs kissing the inside of my thighs, going higher, ever higher until. Damn, I’m going to. The build up to finally sharing my wife was apart from heaps of discussions, fantasy talk, was to also watch loads of erotic videos then being in the 80's to 90's. If anybody remembers them there was great enforces in the cum / money shots which were mainly in the sluts faces, the studs would pull out and jerk off over their faces, breasts and with the odd cream pies. This helped primed Monica up for what to expect if she was to take on another man or in a threesome with me or to fucked by just. Then she had to undress down to her bra and knickers, of which there was very little off, knowing her and her sexiness.The look on their faces looking at me was a big turn-on, she said, admitting she was in a sexually excited state by the time the cameras started rolling.The TV guy was to be my lover so he was in his underpants, a grey coloured cotton that bulged containing his erection, 'His was a fucking monster, this biggest cock I could imagine', she confessed.Another swig from the whiskey.