I have a rope burn on my ankle. I look close at it. It's a cherry red mark that even looks like a rope mark. I go to my closet and find that I have no... slacks to wear. I look at the skirts that I have. I run to my draw that holds my pantyhose. I see the thick black tights. These will have to do. I look and find the black mini-skirt and a white blouse. I sit on the edge of the bed and ball up the tights. As I pull them up my leg I feel how smooth and soft the shinny material is. I look down and. She let out soft assuring moans in her sleep, letting me know I was doing well. After a few minutes of teasing her with my hand, I was dizzy with lust. Our bodies were beginning to sweat and we both began to move more rhythmically with each other. I increased the pressure of my rubbing until her panties were gliding across her slick skin. Her hips were moving freely, and she started moaning louder. Her kisses turned into long gentle bites on my neck, and I knew she was not far from cumming. The. Her frequent apparel was a tee-shirt and French cut panties.While I was contemplating this I started stroking her breast. She made some contented sounds in the back of her throat and then stated in a sleep coated voice, "I didn't think you would be back, Sweetie." I took a few seconds as I tried to wrap my brain around her choice of words. She didn't say, "I didn't think you would be back today," and she rarely called me Sweetie; I was always Honey."I wanted to surprise you, Dear," I replied. She pulled trays out from under the bed. I think we had gotten them as wedding gifts but had never used them our entire married life. I was still trying to find my English language that had escaped me as she put a tray over my lap and sat a plate of chicken Alfredo with peas and a glass of wine on the tray. Lex slid into bed next to me, placing her identical tray on her lap. ‘Cheers to us Derrick.’ She raised her glass and we clinked to each other. Her eyes pools of liquid soul. A place where I.