“Oh hello Mister Smith! Is your wife around? She told me to, like, come over and help with dinner.”
It only took me a second to realize that, no, our babysitter Jenny did not just drive my wife’s Subaru Outback into our garage and then walk in the door. First of all, Jenny never wore skirts that short.
Ever since we got our hands on a Universal Remote, my wife loved pranking me by using it to transform herself into some celebrity or give herself hilariously huge tits.
But her new favorite game was changing into a brazen cocktease and then, just as I can stand it anymore, say something like, “But sir, what would your wife think?!”
I think these games are turning her on, too.