As she went to her room, she saw the pole sitting on the living room floor. She would need to ask Jon to put it in her room for how. She went to her d...esser and pulled out itsy-bitsy costume. Several other now resided where she used to keep her conservative shirts.The top had the standard tight black bodice with a white lace section running vertically down the front. The embarrassing aspect was that the part that covered her breast was sheer, very sheer. The skirt that came with the outfit was. Her blonde hair was different, too. It just brushed her shoulders, but it looked nothing like the dull blonde hair she'd sported in high school. Now it shimmered in the soft lights overhead as they walked the concourse to the food court. And those curves under the low rise jeans and cropped t-shirt she wore had all the blood in his veins rushing south.His breath had caught in his throat when he'd first seen her again. Those big brown eyes captured his attention and held it. She'd long since had. I still know that I would not be able to go through with it but I still continue to half tease her about the ideas if only as a fantasy feeder for myself. Recently after 25 years together and 20 years married I had planned a weeks vacation at a very romantic resort. It's rare for us to get time together let alone with no c***dren. While traveling for the week of bliss I did my usual picking "come on flash the next car we go by" and such. Only to be met by the usual response. I know when to. What had changed?When I figured it out, I still didn't understand why, and about what, I felt guilty. I wouldn't be using her. If anything, we'd be using each other. I'd never promised Brittany anything and there was nothing I could promise her, so how could I possibly be cheating her of ... something!When I figured that part out, I felt even worse. I had somehow grown fond of this 29-year-old buxom, boring, brilliant young woman who just liked fucking. Yet, because I liked her, I couldn't.