“Oh, come on love” she wheedled, “It will help get me in the mood for tonight.” I had no idea what she meant until we were getting dressed an... I realized she was not putting any panties on under her short skirt – hmmm, Tracey never went without underwear!. Now I was intrigued but I decided to say nothing. A half hour later we entered the shoe store, still nothing having been said by either of us about the panties or lack thereof. After a few minutes Tracey selected a pair of shoes and asked. After a minute while I was frozen, she said, “That feels good!” I thought, ‘What feels good, the rubbing her cheeks or putting my finger in her crack?’At that moment, She reached back again and pulled down her suit almost where her whole bottom was uncovered. I thought, ‘This is where I might get into real trouble.’ I massaged her bottom, no longer just spreading the lotion, but thrilling at the touch of these white supple globes. I also again let my fingers slip down her crack. Each time I. It occurred to her that he was letting her reveal all about herself while giving little away, but she didn’t mind that. It was exciting that he retained his mystery.“You’re quite the advertisement for the city of London,” she ventured, after he’d ordered more drinks. “Like, you should be on billboards. You’ll wow them at that meeting tomorrow, I’m sure.”“It’s charming of you to say so, and charming that you’d neglect your friends so you can talk to a stranger in a strange land.”“Oh.” She. One of the effects of my condition is that my erection doesn’t last long after I’ve come and a lot of times my wife was left wanting and had to finish herself off manually. Even though watching her doing this or using one of her toys was a turn on for me, it wasn’t anywhere as good as seeing her taking a real cock but I knew she’d never agree to a return to our old lifestyle so if it was to happen, I’d have to come up with a devious plan.My wife and I live in a small block of retirement flats.