"Well, I trained you, didn't I?" I boldly implied. Lori laughed, knowing her own limitations. Lori lived with her boyfriend, but my wife still had tim... to be jealous of her, since I talked about her all the time at home. I thought I was talking innocently enough, but Lori was a damn pretty girl, and my wife seemed to notice I tended to hire pretty girls, interspersed with a few high school boys. But I needed some more daytime help, not so easy to find, so Tracy fit the bill, so to speak.. I felt the heat of his eyes on me as I took the short walk to Steve's door and disappeared inside.I'm sure for the next two hours he wondered what I was doing with Steve, he likely jacked off at least a couple times thinking of the possibilities, but when I returned home I could tell by his smile that he knew I'd been stripped, ridden hard and sent home satisfied.I slipped out of my dress and stood in just my panties, letting him take in the disheveled look of his well fucked wife. I approached. Ana gasped saying she was busy… But I insisted, reaching around and unbuttoning her skirt.Ana did not even protest. She bent over wrapping that gift again as she wiggled her hips causing the skirt to start sliding down her legs. I helped it down until it hit the floor. She stepped out of it. This left her wearing only black lace top stockings. I asked where her panties were and she replied she was not wearing any today…Then I sat down on a recliner, as my sweet wife finished with the wrapping.. ”“I know,” he said, defeated.“Good boy,” she whispered, condescendingly patting his thigh.“We’re still imbibing later, right?”“In the sense that you’re going to sit at my bar and drown your sorrows for free while I work my tight little ass off, just like you always do, I suppose.”“Well there’s something to look forward to.”“The drinking, the sorrows, or my ass?”“Two out of the three.”“Breeder perv.”“I love you too, Wendy.”Strictly speaking, Wendy’s position in the city’s wine hierarchy wasn’t.