Fred Kreuger watched his wife Loretta prepare for bed. Her body was still lovely even after all these years; Loretta kept in great shape, not only with her catering business, but with jogging, yoga, and swimming. He marvled at her, and more that she could continue to be with him for so long, as he doddered and welcomed old age with relish. Especially since she could run circles around people half their ages, with room to spare.

She bent down to remove the stockings she'd worn under the dress she'd worn to the party she'd catered this evening. The sight never failed to fascinate him. Loretta had never liked pantyhose, calling the contraptions "bondage gear". He grinned more as he thought that odd, considering she'd loved the few bondage games they'd played over the years. In fact....he shook himself mentally as his body stirred, it was like some unseen force had guided him to response. Though still passionate, Loretta's sex drive had taken a bit of a nosedive since she'd gone through menopause five years ago. That had been a nightmarish time, as his normally effervescant wife went through hot flashes and mood swings that would make Satan himself cringe in fear. Thankfully, time, understanding...and a very helpful doctor, had helped them through the trying times and Loretta was better than ever for it, though their sex life had gone into a bit of a decline. Not that he wasn't happy with what they still had; he'd just learned to temper his needs until they rarely bothered him--or her--anymore. But still, there were nights like tonight....

Loretta was excitedly detailing her evening when something stopped her. She turned to see her beloved husband giving her "that" look. Normally she'd respond with affectionate annoyance, charmed by his antics, but not enough for bedtime play. Tonight, however...she felt his gaze sweep down her body, touching fire to each part they touched. She shivered as lust swept suddenly over her, and she stalked over to the bed, clad still in her stockings, as if some unseen force had guided her steps. She struck a pose by the bed, tapping her lips thoughtfully as she spoke. "Now now, you old goat, whatever could you have on your mind?" She paused to run manicured nails up her thighs, playfully framing herself. She figured, even at her age, a trim down there every now and then had its advantages. Tonight seemed like one of those advantageous nights, if the way his eyes lit up was any indication.

"Why don't you come to bed and I'll tell you all about it?" He loved when she teased him, even on the nights he knew he wasn't going to get any. Tonight seemed like a night he actually would, and he vowed to take full advantage of it.

"Talk, eh? Well, if that's all you're gonna do, talk, then perhaps I should go back to see Mark Johnson's boy. I did tell you it was his 27th birthday party I catered, right? And such a fine young stallion he's grown up to be!" She made as if to turn around and head to the door; with a mock roar Fred leaped from the bed and scooped Loretta up into his arms. "Stallion?!? That young pup wouldn't know what to do if he fell in with a map and directions! Age has its advantages, you know." He threw her onto the bed; Loretta squealed happily. I love when he gets like this, Loretta thought as Fred reached for the light.

"Fred darling?"

"Yes, my beloved?"

"Leave the light...on...."

Leave the light on, indeed an amused voice replied as evil eyes watched them.