It all started with a girls night out for my wife Lisa. When she came out of the bedroom I instantly wanted to throw her on the couch. Dressed in a pair of faded, tight, ripped jeans and a plunging halter top that showed off her nicely tanned breasts. “Does this look OK?” is all she said. “Damn, how come you never dress like that when we go out?” She always tends to dress like a delicious little whore when going out with...