"Elise shook her head and said, "You're kidding, right?" Nope, that's exactly what they said."Elise lay back down, closed her eyes and muttered, "And ...e wonder why all of the banks are having so much trouble." Opening her eyes and peering at me she asked, "You aren't really going to throw any of those things out, are you?"I answered her question with one of my own, "Would you be upset having a real working man as a neighbor?"Elise again sat up on her lounger and gave me a wicked grin as she. I never confronted her about it instead I played my part as a loving husband and even stepped it up several notches. I had a plan.My wife has a tendency to drink too much, always has.I would use that to my advantage and get the best payback ever.My plan was to not ever fuck her again, instead I would get her drunk and use a dildo on her making her think she got fucked. Moreover, I planned to get as many guys to fuck her while she was drunk as I could possibly find.During my stepped up husband. Her top was filled and I do mean filled by breasts that had to be 40Ds. If she had dressed to try to seduce him she surely was dressed for success. They chatted, getting to know each other. Molly was a registered nurse and worked at our local community hospital. Harry shared that he was an associate professor of history at the community college in town. As they talked, things got a little more personal. Harry didnt usually share some things about himself but Molly already seemed like an old. The recording session lasts until late afternoon, when Stuart realisesthat our voices are too tired for any more work of any quality and letsus all go home- though before we go, Kayla and I are stopped once againby our bandmates, whose concerned looks haven't faded from thismorning."Hey you two," Becca says softly. "Sorry if we came on a big strongthis morning. You're both adults, you can make your own choices, etc.etc." It's okay," I shrug. "Just shows you care, heh." And we will be fine,".