15 minutes passed by, and I could hear Candace walking around upstairs, until I heard her on the stairs. “Fuck, was she coming to talk to me,” I t...ought. I shuffled around in my seat a bit, and then I saw Candace come in to view at the door to the office. “Hey Valentine,” she said with this shit eating grin on her face. “Hey Candace. Look I’m so sorry about what happened, that was really..” Candace interrupted me, “I know, you’re really sorry, whatever. Look, is this tank top too see through to. When are you coming home?She replied quickly.Aw, I love you too, honey! I have to work at least another hour. I’ll call when I am on my way home.I should have felt guilty for being so excited that she had to work late. But I was dying to put on a pair of my new girly panties and stroke my cock.I chose the black panties with white polka dots and white lace. I looked in the mirror and watched my shaft grow so hard that it pressed against the material. For fun, I put my jeans back up but left them. A few minutes later, I opened the bedroom door to find my wife lying on the bed. She was gloriously nude, wearing nothing but a sexy smile, the room lit by several candles. I paused in the doorway to take her in. I had seen her this way hundreds, maybe thousands of times during our life together, and I have never tired of the sight. I quickly shed my clothes and joined her. I lay next to her as she rolled over and stretched out on her belly, her dirty blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders.. Most often it ended up in us running around naked in my room, sporting young and hard erections. We were getting more and more curious, touching each other. One day I noticed my foreskin was very tight while Pete’s was much more loose. It was possible to pull it far back while I could hardly open up at all.- It’s Jenny, Pete explained. - What? Is Jenny touching your cock?- Yeah! She likes it, pulls the skin back and forth.- Why?- I don’t know. She keeps talking about cum but I don’t know what.