And keep your raincoat on at all other times. As for your painted toenails, you should have no problem as long as you keep your clumpy male shoes on.... No one is going to pay any attention to you, honey." I guess your right, my love. It's not any wife who would tolerate a nervous husband under these circumstances. If it weren't for you I would just let my fantasies fester until I could bear it no longer? But, I swear you get more of a bang out of this than I do, and I take all the risks.". ..And the moment came when she left the bathroom after showering. She wore a set of black lingerie, with transparencies, which hinted at the nipples of her tits, and below, her shaved pussy except a thin line of hair that rose vertically from her vagina to her belly. I liked what I saw, I excited, never before had been with a 50-year-old woman, but did not appear.She entered the bed, lights on, kisses, caresses, our hands running through our bodies, my hand descends, my fingers begin to play in. Right before I went into the bathroom I heard him say, “Wait.” I turned around and looked at him with my head tilted slightly. “What?” I replied “Can I ask you something?” “Sure, what is it?” “You have to promise not to tell anyone.”At this point my mind was racing with questions. “Uhh ye-yeah. I promise.” “Have you ever slept with a girl?” “No, have you?” “No but that’s because I don’t like girls.”I sat down next to him and asked in utter confusion, “Wait…what?” “What I’m saying is that I’m. We will definitely need to get a good collection of fuzzy blankets though too. We can get cute aprons for when we cook of course, but maybe if I made them customized with pictures of us on the front so it still looks like we are naked I could accept it better.” She was obviously enjoying her little fantasy, and she kept going on about it, adding more and more absurd embellishments as she fleshed her dream out piece by piece. By the end of it, they were both laughing, and he hugged her tightly.