Take separate cars

As you’re waiting for your wife to get ready, your sister-in-law walks into the living room in a fashionable coat that covers a dress that ends at her knees above stockings and heels; she’s dressed for the weather.

You say, “You look great! Where’s your husband? I’m starving.”

She says, “I can’t believe I married a man who takes longer to get ready than me.”

“My wife takes forever,” then I suggest. “Want to ride with me? We can order an appetizer while we wait for them.”

“Good idea. Fried mozzarella sticks sound amazing right now.”

You open the passenger door of your car for her. “You need to teach your brother manners. He never opens my door.”

“I’m sure I could teach my brother a lot of things he doesn’t do,” you say with a wink.

She gives you a flirty smile. (It’s gonna be too easy getting her to show off her tits. You might get a little extra if you’re lucky).