<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Emily</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cdn.bleacherreport.net/images_root/slides/photos/000/219/030/alicia-witt4_display_image.jpg?1273182007)</div></div></div><br/>A woman is supposed to keep her age a secret, and Emily was no exception to that standard rule. At age thirty-six, she lacked the fresh-faced innocence and youthfulness that she once exuded, yet still was not too old for her good looks to stop shining through. Despite her age, despite her having had two children, Emily was still a knockout. At least, that was how her husband felt, a tidbit he liked reminding her of, as often as he was able to. Whenever his libido got going, they would go at it like they used to, age never being a factor on their strong sexual compatibility. As long as he kept her feeling sexy and young, Emily was happy.<br/><br/>When he came out of the shower that evening, he would find her already changed into a silk lingerie piece, scarlet, like a more saturated and intense pigment of her ginger locks. The edges were black, laced, and the miniature dress clung to her body in all the right places, showing off her petite waist, yet making the curves of her body accentuate. She was in front of the dresser of their bedroom, already having washed up for bed, now she applied lotion to her hands, staring at the spot in the mirror before her, where Andrew would appear. When he did, in only a towel, she perked a brow, as if testing him. Turning around, Emily kept herself leaned against the dresser, showing off the sexy number she wore, revealing more to him, her pink lips pouting slightly. How he still managed to turn her on, like a switch, was profound.<br/><br/>"You know me, always in the mood for dessert." As he approached, she beckoned, leading him to her with a curl of her index finger, in that universal motion which meant 'come here.' Her hands reached out for him, for the towel wedged around his waist, where she would cling and push, so that their hips could press together in that suggestive way.