.so I just came out with it with the same force she asked me... "AND... I LIKE THE THOUGHT A LADY'S PRIVATE PARTS HAVE BEEN IN CONTACT WITH THE TIGHTS...I'M WEARING!" This made her smile again, she answered me by backing up my statement " YES, I ALWAYS FEEL SEXY WEARING NYLON"!She then asked me to retrieve the wash basket from the kitchen and when I did I knew what would be waiting for me and I was right, amongst a few skirts and cardigans, pairs of worn panties and hosiery, tights and stockings. With Cora, though, it seemed normal that we would be in there together. She had a way about making something that felt uncomfortable seem totally normal and, after an hour of shopping for panties and picking out something to wear for our husbands later that night, we finally left.We then had a superb early lunch, with some adult beverages. The conversation was flowing well with us talking about everything and anything and back again. We talked about our recent purchases, men, and what we. Really. Fucking. Great!..." she said. "Ready for the next thing?" "Sure." "Okay, I want you to put your fingers inside me. Two of them." I did, and returned my mouth to her clit. "There, Bill. Yes. You feel how wet I am?" "Mhmm," I said, muffled by her pussy. "Fuck!" she exclaimed. "Oh shit, that felt good Bill. Alright, now I want you to make a kind of come-here gesture, like this." I gazed over her pelvis, to see her demonstration, and copied it inside her. "Oh-oh!!" she cried out. I. And, how grateful I was that Ivan had proceeded to bring me to a much-needed orgasm when Richard got off and abandoned me before I was satisfied.No, I thought, I am certainly not going to tell my husband about the way Ivan ‘helped’ me tonight. Richard was happy now. Telling him how Ivan played my sex instrument like a raucous banjo riff might have unintended consequences. What if what I told him deflated his ego? I decided that some things, even intimate ones, are better left unsaid.Richard.