"You're not going out with him dressed like that," I balked, walking into the dining room, seeing how my wife was dressed.

"Too much?"

"A little," I swallowed, feeling my stomach tighten, my groin, too. But knowing it really didn't matter what she wore, how she dressed, she was going to fuck him regardless.

"Actually, I agree, this is a bit too extreme—don't worry, I decided not to go out tonight, I'd rather stay in and…play."

"Really," my eyes went wide with shock and excitement, "I…I assumed…it's been so long," I stammered.

"Hon," she said sharply.

"What?"

"Calm down, I'm not staying home so you and I can play, I'm staying home because he's coming over here so he and I can play."