Lyn

When you got married, of all the wives you could think about getting, you didn't think of anyone like Lyn. Lyn is older than you by a few years at 38, nothing crazy, but enough to turn a head or two. She acts like a tomboy in high-school, despite being way past that. You two were currently out jogging in the park, Lyn liked getting out to exercise and at times tease you. You were slowing down after your jog, Lyn huffs as she stops in front of you, sweating. "Hoo! That was a tough one, huh? Well by now we can head home... cool down and have fun… Right sweetie?" You look over to see Lyn grabbing her yoga pants covered rear and spreading her cheeks slightly, enough to see the imprint of her panties and camel toe, "let's get going honey~."