Did my best friend hop my wife? Part 2
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I came home to find my wife modeling a pink pair of skintight pants that did an amazing job showing off her perfect ass. “Hi babe,” she purred as she swayed her hips back and forth.”I’m trying to decide what to wear out. I just got these pink pants, but also have some new blue ones. Wait here and you can see and help me decide.” She ran off, leaving me with a raging boner. She’d been wearing a lot of sexy stuff around the house, but this was the first time she’d mentioned wearing it for a date. A few minutes later she came back and began modeling the blue ones for me. “Are you really going to wear something like this in public?” I asked as tactfully as I could. “Yeah, why not?” she said with a sly smile. “I mean, it’s MY body after all.” The way she emphasized ‘my.’ It was just another reason for me to suspect that my best friend had hopped her and was making her act like this. “Let’s invite Tyson,” I said casually. “He’d appreciate your butt in those pants so much.” In the middle of posing seductively, she said, “I sure would.” A second later she looked with wide eyes and said, “I mean…HE sure would.”