She looked amazing. I wanted to play with her myself but I knew she was going out to meet Adam and Lisa. I wasn’t allowed to touch her. I could only ...ook.Then Maria reminded me I needed to do one more thing before she left. Put on the pair of frilly red panties she had picked out for me to wear. I pulled down my pants, took off my regular boxers, and put them on while she had a smirk on her face. I’m not a cross dresser and it doesn’t “turn me on” to wear them, but I also secretly loved wearing. He was also much shorter than her which is one of her biggest hang-ups. My wife is 58 without heels and this old timer looked about 54, I also found out he was 31 years her senior. (he 64 years old. My wife is 33). Based on his pictures I figured he was late forties or early fifties tops. I knew in a second theres not a snowballs chance in hell she would be into him. I should have cancelled right there but I didnt The whole time I was chatting with him, I kept visualizing him with my wife. How. I could hardly hold on with my lips tightly around her nipple as I felt her wriggle out of her jeans and panties, hearing them drop to the floor. It didn’t take much for me to take suit and push her back on to the bed, throwing her on to her back.I looked up at her across her flat stomach and between her pert tits to hear her tell me, “I hope you’re not just going to look at it all night. If you want to see what else the night has in store for you, I suggest you earn it!”Without a second. On the other hand, some days Emma wished she was Adam’s favorite one night stand. Other days, she was glad he never got sick of her. But at the end of every night, she wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted from him either. Could she be loved for body and mind? The back and forth emotions tormented her when they split for the first summer. Emma imagined Adam replacing her. It wouldn’t have hard. She wasn’t readily available to his beck and call as she used to be. His text and emails came at random.