Me: Yeah she is.After that the food came out of the window in the wall. The fish sticks were catfish fillets and the Mac and Cheese was a three cheese...casserole baked in the pizza oven the Boxer bought in New Iberia years before. It was all delicious especially the cornbread sticks.Me: As always it was delicious. (I raised my voice so that it carried into the grill area.)Waitress as I paid: That fancy lawyer is back in town. Thought you might want to know if you didn't already.Me: Damn I'll. "Pour me a glass of wine and meet me in my room. I will go change."She exited the room. Rubbing her freshly manicured nails across my hard stomach, sending a jolt into my flaccid penis. I did as I was told and entered her room with a glass of wine. I sat down on a chair in the corner of her room waiting for Lori to exit the bathroom. I had also cleaned up my prior sleeping location and put on a shirt and some shorts.My eyes wandered across Lori's room. Neutral colored walls and random. On a dare, I had my wife wear a black mini skirt with a dark red top and sexy three-inch black pumps. She also wore a matching set of black satin thong panties and bra with sheer black stockings underneath. With her expertly applied makeup and beautifully done hair she looked like a wet dream.Bobby and Danny met us at the restaurant, and were pleasantly surprised at Kacie's attire. All through dinner, my wife flirted openly with them. I guess she felt pretty secure, since I've known the guys. ‘Am I the first black man you have kissed?’ ‘No, not the first.’ With a twinkle in her voice R added, ‘The first black man I kissed openly, the others were furtive, at parties. Let me kiss you again and I need to go home.’ Bob was home when R returned, of course. He had worked late, but had been home almost an hour. ‘How was the club, the new performer?’ ‘Good, solo, acoustic, mellow stuff. You would enjoy hearing him.’ ‘Maybe I can, if he does a late set Friday. Ready for bed?’ ‘Yes, ready for.