At least it did me.It all began as the sun first peeked thru the curtains one morning. I had not slept well and was not yet ready to wake up. So when ... felt my wife's hand on my cock I had a definate dilemma. Part of my brain was jumping up and down, saying alright, time to party. But another part of my brain was yawning and wanting only to go back to sleep. It doesn't happen often, but that morning the sleepy side won out. I mumbled something along the lines of "later, dear, I'm really tired". Lifting her up and against him all at once…as her body presses to his he deepens the kiss, their tongues dance and explore each others warm mouths… he feels the heat from her skin where his hand is…her heart beats with his as her breath quickens…she runs her fingers through his short light brown hair as she feels his hand run down from the small of her back to cup her ass as he tightens his grip in her hair…ending the kiss he pulls her head back as she looks up into his eyes…seeing the fire. .." Well I think you'd look good in it." He sighed as he turned to return it to the rack."Not so fast," I said "let me see that thing."He handed over the blouse and I felt the material, whatever it was the feel of it was nice and I had said I wanted sheer. My son was browsing through the racks again, I was just about to tell him I'd take the blouse when Philip turned with two others just as sheer in his hands, one in black the other in red. I took these from him and studied them, it suddenly. "Oh, what the hell," she smiled, turning to face me. "Still interested?" "Yes, Mrs. Coleman," I grinned. "Good," she giggled, unbuttoning her blouse again, and stepping closer. "Now get those shorts off, and STOP calling me Mrs. Coleman. It's Emma, or whatever pet-name strikes your fancy, when we're alone. Understood?" "Yes Ma'am, um, Emma," I smiled, as my shorts hit the floor. She was mere seconds behind me in getting naked, and pointed. "You... On your back, on the bed," she giggled, patting.