What a crock of shit! Or is it?I'm just an ordinary guy. Mid-fifties, happily married, have been for thirty years. I worked most of my life in sales. ... sell products for the home. The company had a home-based store stationed in Chicago but we, the sales force, had to travel fairly often. We went to the surrounding states to keep in touch with our retail stores. Speaking for myself it did get lonely sometimes, being away from the family and at night really missing my wife.There were times that I. I liked holding her whilst we danced, especially when we shared the tender embraces during the slow songs. But when she suggested we head home, she found in me a willing chauffeur. The yuletide joy continued on our brief commute, holding hands, stealing kisses, smiling and laughing. Her children were at her Mum’s for the night so we had the house to ourselves. I scooped up my beautiful sweetheart as soon as we had shed our coats. The best laugh of the night ensued when she saw the novelty head. With a small shrug of her shoulders the white fabric fell to her feet and his eyes widened as he saw what she was wearing. The skimpiest, sheerest scrap of white fabric he had ever seen. It covered her from breast to mid thigh but left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He could clearly see winter chilled nipples through it. He swore again and dropped his head, shaking it ruefully. Her laughter wafted through the air. When he looked up again, the sight took his breath away. She’d pulled off. He loved the look of lust in her eyes. She grabbed his cock in her delicate hand and began stroking him. “Would you like to take this to the hot tub, handsome?” she said and stood up with his cock still in her hand. He stripped off the rest of his clothes as they walked back to the deck. She turned on the jets and they stepped into the tub. She melted into his arms. They kissed long and hard. Their tongues were dancing together. His hands caressed her sexy ass. She reached down to grab his.