Bonding

I was setting out some snacks in the living room when I heard the sound of heels on the hard floor. I turned; my jaw dropped when I saw what she was wearing. "A...Amy," I gasped.

"What?" she asked, "isn't it cute?"

"Amy, I...you..."

"This was your idea," she said.

I looked down. That much was true; it was my idea that the man my wife had flirted with a couple of times come over to our house on a Saturday during the day to watch football, kind of a safe way to meet him, get to know the guy my wife wanted to date. "I...I just...I mean...my god...that...that's so skimpy."

"I'm wearing panties," she said, "it's not like I'm naked." She pulled up the jersey, flashed the thong she wore, making it obvious he ass would be on display.

"I just thought...you know...it would be more...casual," I said.

"Hence the jersey," she smiled.

"He...he's going to think..."

"That I wore something cute for him and that you're comfortable with me dressing like this for him. He's going to think that I'm married but my husband is okay with me dressing skimpy for him, okay with me flirting with him, okay with me dating him."

"I...but..."

She walked up to me, kissed me softly on the mouth. "And when you ask him if you can get him another beer, offer to make him a plate of food, and let him sit on the couch with me, he'll realize that you're a sweet beta and he has nothing to worry about."

"Amy, I...I don't know..."

"Shhhh, yes you do," she said, "yes you do."