Roleplay
I looked at my wife Lin as she turned away from the sink, the last piece of crockery washed, dried and ready to put away. At 52 years of age she still looked good, indeed, with her regular weekly gym workouts I’d have defied anyone to have argued she was any older than early forties. She turned towards one of the cupboards and I allowed my eyes to wander up and down the rear of her slim, lithe body. She was wearing the outfit I had asked her to, a pink, close knit cardigan, a short beige skirt and a light coloured pair of stockings with what I was sure would be a pair of suspenders beneath holding them up. It was a Friday night and with working away from home I’d been looking forward …