Her lover was putting the finishing touches on his own outfit. A perfectly tailored black tuxedo and immaculately shined black shoes. His clothing set...ing off his steel grey hair and close-cropped beard.He stepped up behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. His nose smelling her hair and the strong set of her aroused womanhood. “As much as I hate to suggest it my love, but I do insist you wear panties tonight. Your scent, as intoxicating as it is to me, should not be. He smiled at me, poured some vodka in his glass and asked if I had also started drinking. On my nod he prepared the second glass for me. I sat on a couch in front of him with my legs lifted and placed on the couch with my knees wide open. I pulled my shirt down to expose my breasts to the maximum. While taking sips of vodka, I noticed his eyes were either staring at my busty melons or between my legs where the slim outline of my pulsating pussy lips was visible from my silky pajama. I could. As I get on in years I have noticed the unfairness of the sexes, blue for boys when girls wear pastels or pink, socks for men when women wear nylons, I was becoming so jealous of the male vs female stereotyping but I was doing my utmost to redress (no pun intended) that balance.Bathing complete, a light dusting of oh so girly talc and body lotion, my dressing now underway.The telephone rings and my wife lets me know they have arrived at her Mums, "Wizadora" sending her love. Love my arse!! She. I went to my hotel to freshen up after the long drive, before taking a taxi to her home a small but perfectly formed terrace house in Whitley bay, I knocked on the door at 6pm, do be greeted with the big smile that I fell for all those years ago, as expected a bottle was opened and a second swiftly followed, and the chat turned to sex, as it usual did, and she leant forward to me and said, I know you liked my panties many years ago, why don’t you go upstairs and there is a suitcase on the bed.