"Holy bananas, Susan put that red skirt away last year. She said it was too tight for comfort and decency and way too short for an old married lady. S...he had been weeding things out of her closet that she didn't think a proper wife and good mother would wear.She had been right, too. The damned thing only reached halfway down her thighs. She couldn't possibly sit down in public without giving a show. If she hadn't been sitting behind the table for dinner she would have been giving the room a good. I told you I wanted to taste you and I mean to do it.". With that she went to the window, opened the blinds and took off her panties. Putting one foot on the desk chair and still facing the window she said, "You want me then come fuck me." My wife's language tends to get filthier as she gets more aroused and as I stood behind her and felt her warm body she moaned. I ran my hand up her stocking leg (and she put her foot on that chair because she knew how much I liked her in nylons) and didn't. “You look so pretty, Jenny. I could just eat you up.”“Please,” I whimpered, the image of her kneeling on the lawn as she kissed, and licked, and fucked my pussy with her tongue was powerful. I let out a small moan as she picked up her phone and slide her fingertip over the surface, making the vibrations stronger.I writhed, tugging half-heartedly at the rope that secured me to the apparatus. I didn’t actually wish to escape my bonds, after all, not that it seemed to be an option. Her knots. Lolol” At this point she went quiet and I decided the best thing to do was leave her alone in her embarrassment and it would soon be forgotten like so many other things. I took my evening shower, put on my robe and lay back in my recliner to watch some tv. I must have dozed off. I didn’t hear Tia come in about two hours later. It wasn’t until the tv went silent that I woke and looked up. Tia was standing in front of me without a stitch on. I thought at first it was a dream brought on by seeing.