As you do every evening, you and your wife Alana are going on a run. You are both avid runners and it's how you met. She was a senior and the star of the women's track team at your small college. You were a freshman and a good runner, but not nearly so accomplished. After 3 years of dating, you've now been married for 6 months. Running is still a big part of your lives, and you run together every night. Unfortunately, when you go to put on your running gear, you discover that all of your running shorts are dirty Just borrow mine Alana says, searching in her dresser drawer I can't wear those! you reply, looking at the pink shorts that have wide legs and look more like a skirt than shorts I don't think you have much choice Alana replies with a smirk, dangling them in front of you. You put them on, and after a minute or so into your run, you forget about them, losing yourself in the endorphins of the exercise. It's not until you get back to your apartment that they are abruptly brought back to your attention. As soon as the door of the apartment closes behind you, Alana steps quickly towards you, naked desire in her eyes. You've always been small and slender; your wife is actually a bit taller than you and now she takes advantage of her greater size to pin you against the wall. Her hand runs up your thigh and under the baggy, skirt-like legs of the shorts, her breathing rapid, and not just from the run God, I love seeing you in these She says, indicating the shorts, her voice thick with passion. She reaches up and takes your long hair out of it's low ponytail. Alana has encouraged you to grow it since you've been married, and it's well past your shoulders. She tangles her fingers in it as her other hand continues teasing your thigh inside the shorts. I think I'm going to get you some of your own She says as her eyes lock on yours, as if daring you to contradict her