But she did not like this idea either as she has had several before she met me and did not like them. We also thought about getting one of our friends...to pork her but that has alot problems there also. Now my wife is a cute red head but she lightens her hair to a strawberry blonde color. She is very petite and weighed only about one hundred five pounds with perky ‘B’ cup tities and a red bush shaved in a landing strip and kept high and tight along with a smoking hot body. She has never had any. She had foot surgery just three months before and no one expected her to be able to wear high heels again. Her make up was very nice. Her eye shadow emphasized her brilliant blue eyes and her lips were very red. The dress itself had a circle skirt and was knee length. Under it was a rather stiff and quite rustling white 60 yard petticoat. My wife looked like an 18 year old virgin bride. She approached me and putting her arms around me and french kissed me quite passionately. She was wearing. I put on a t-shirt and trousers and a pair of slip on shoes and was ready for going out. Where to go? I decided to go do a little shopping first. I jumped in my car and drove to the local town centre. I would have a little wander round the charity shops. I have picked up some of my best lingerie bargains in the charity shops. There wasn't anything in the first one but in the second I found a couple of pairs of stockings and a new suspender belt in cream. I would look forward to trying them on. Then Brad pushed me away with his kness and I fell on my ass as he approached my wife on the couch. I watched the defined muscles of his back and ass as he walked, relaxed and manly, toward the couch. His body was still covered in sweat, which made all the tan chiseled sinews glow in the light of the living room. I watched as this younger tough jock walked to my wife to claim his prize...he had beaten me so definitely and squarely there was no question who was top dog in the room, and my wife.