..Blouse (Wife POV)

Tom opened the door for you. He was wearing a white shirt that filled out his muscular torso and navy blue suit pants. Lisa was standing behind him. She wore a red dress, which emphasized her neckline, as well as her ass. It also went only a little below her hips and just barely covered her thighs.

"You made it here, great!"

Lisa clapped her hands and Tom welcomingly took a step to the side.

The entrance area looked large and impressive with a staircase leading to the upper floor.

They led you into a living room, which, like the entryway, was larger than yours. A television as big as a school board adorned the wall and a fireplace right next to it warmed the room.

"Come on girls, let's get a drink!" said Lisa, leading you, Lizzy, and Henry's sister to the couch. You took a seat and a moment later she came back with a tray full of cocktails.

"Finally, a host who knows how to serve!" said Lizzy, reaching for a glass.

"Watch and learn Hana, that's how you do it!"

Lisa notices the look on your face that practically screams "Save me from this witch".

"Oh Hana, I've been dying to show you something. Come with me."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" you shout inwardly.

Lisa led you out to the patio. It was impressively modern, like the rest of the house. You live far outside, and Lisa and Tom also live right on the side of the street that borders a wooded area. An expensive looking Jaccuzzi crowned the terrace.

"Was the bathtub too small?" you say jokingly.

"You could say that" Lisa answered and laughed.

"Tell me, is your mother-in-law always like that?"

"Sometimes she's even worse. The old lady is widowed, has too much money, and most of all too much time. I'd prefer it if she didn't come at all, but I can't tell Henry that."

"You poor girl," Lisa said.

She snapped her fingers.

"You know what? Tonight I'll get her off your back. I know one of tonight's guests has a soft spot for MIL... um... women like your in law, and I'm sure he'll take good care of her."

You don't know what that means exactly, but it's a load off your mind.

"Lisa, you're a sweetheart!" you say, giving her a big hug.

"Don't mention it, we girlfriends have to stick together," she says and winks at you.

Then the doorbell rang again.

"The others are here, let's go to the door."