When Ashley arrived, Russell was outside firing up the grill. I let her in and gave her the once-over.

Her hair was up, her blouse showed cleavage, and her skirt was short with a slit up one side. I was wearing an equally short skirt and a top that showed even more cleavage.

Ashley moved closer and pressed her boobs against mine. “Does your husband know about our plans for him tonight?” she asked as I led her into the kitchen for a drink.

“Not yet, but when he sees the way we’re dressed, he’ll begin to wonder.”

When Russell came in with the steaks, we had a marvelous dinner and kept the conversation light. “Honey, don’t you like our outfits?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah. You two look good enough to eat!” he said.