He was always making gay jokes like thatabout me, because even though I'm all man, I'm a small person, more thesize of an average slender woman than a...guy.But I didn't mind his teasing that much. He thought he was funny, andhe was a good friend in many ways. So I answered, "No! I don't evenhave a boyfriend!"He laughed and laughed, until I said, "What is it?" I was just picturing you at Halloween dressed as a bride, a verypregnant bride, in a long white wedding dress." You're crazy!" I said. . Still very uncomfortable, I returned to the kitchen to finish the sandwiches. A few moments later, the girl shyly entered the kitchen, and set down on a stool.“I didn’t know that girls my age, uh, that they, you know”. She struggled to finish the sentence.“You mean that they have sex with men old enough to be their grandfathers?”, I asked. “I’m sorry dear. When you get older, sometimes people fantasize about things that are, eh”.As I searched for the right words to end that statement, she. .." and with that she moved so that she was stood at his head, facing down along his body. She moved closer and he realised that she had set the height of the table so that his head was at about her thigh level. She stood above him, her hands on her hips. "Are you looking at my pussy?" she asked him. He nodded. "Would you like to see more?" He nodded again and she giggled. "Hmmm, I think you do. I can see your prick twitching. What a pity you can't touch yourself." With that, she reached down. We started to undress each other with a zeal not encountered since our dating days. Then reality set in. I had not really looked at my wife naked in some time. I mean really looked. She had changed over the years and not for the better. Those once perky breasts now sagged. Those tight thighs were now wrinkled. I was no longer turned on by the sight of my wife naked and I was horrified by the thought.I started to think. What was wrong with me? It had to be me, right? She was still the same woman.