Your wife calls you the next morning, she tells you that she really missed you after how you left things in the shower. You ask if they had a good nig...t. Anna tells you that they had a couple of drinks at a club, it made her think of you more. There was a good crowd there and she couldn't stop thinking of your cocktail in her pussy when, well when the stripper came out. Your wife was apologising as she tried to continue, all you heard was that when she saw the stripper that she wanted to be. Unbidden, she plopped down in my lap and put her arms around my neck.“That doesn’t make it easier,” she said.I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to me while she cried. It was really a soft cry, not a heaving, sobbing cry. The tears flowed freely for several minutes, then Stephie wiped her eyes with a tissue she grabbed from the table next to the chair.“Yankee,” she said softly.Warning bells went off in my head. There could only be one reason that she’d use my nickname at this. I pointed out to him about Little Tell and how I couldn't just leave her alone now that I was the only family she had left. He then asked me how I was going to tell Tell that she now has a sister instead of brother. I was stumped, really. I thought maybe I would be able to think better after a good sleep. He actually had the cheek to tell me that he'd rather have my head at a rather specific place. He didn't mean the pillow. Yup, you guessed it. We had three more of those fun-filled moments. “Yep,” loving his attention.He whistled. A naughty tingle ran through me. It was so hot that he noticed how colorful I was today.I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My black hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my pale skin and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor panties were just so wet.It made me feel so wicked and naughty.A part of me just.