My wife, Mellonee,and I decided to sleep in his room with him. Actually my wife just kind of blurted out, "Hey why don't we just all sleep in the same... room?" Jay and I just both looked at each other and said, "OK." Jay and I didn't think anything of it and when we got into his bedroom, he started to make a pallet on the floor and he said "You guys can have my bed. I'll take the floor."Immediately Mellonee said "No way Jay! This is your house and your bed and you are not sleeping on the floor.". Looking out the peephole, I saw it was Lynn and quickly opened the door. Standing on my porch, Lynn was wearing only a thin white cotton nightshirt that just covered her crotch and she was obviously braless. I could tell she had been crying and asked her what was wrong.She literally lunged into my arms and sobbed on my shoulders. I am so sorry to bother you so late, but I didn't know where else to go, I don't have any friends here yet, she sobbed.No problem, I assured her. What's wrong,. She could see it. I'm getting harder and harder. She was up there for about 10 minutes and as she came down by me I got another great look. "It's fixed" I said and hand her the computer. I stood up to walk her to the door I noticed my shorts looked like a tent from my hard cock, but I don't care at that point. I followed her to the door thinking about what to do, but she's married. Shit! At the door she opens it and turns to me saying "What do I owe you" nothing or a beer sometime. She leans. With one hand still stroking the inside of her leg, I used the other to softly remove her underwear. Looking down I saw they were pink, frilly. They looked as though they had been made for young girls but now, like so many of her other childish aspects, they were now merely cause for me to become yet more aroused.I pulled her dress up over her head and admired her silky body, running my hands over her smooth back and hips. The pressure in my trousers had now become so great that it verged on.