Dinner With the Mahlers

Gayle and Dom had stopped by their favorite upscale Italian restaurant and picked up two orders of spaghetti bolognese and steak pizzaiola. Gayle was still wearing her orange blazer, purple blouse, and a lime green pleated skirt, and her pink hair was still in a big bouffant. The maid showed them in, and they were stunned she was topless, but went in. The maid took the food and showed the Mahlers into the living room where Jack and Mae were waiting. They were both shocked to see Mae, and Gayle was shocked more than her husband. She swallowed hard.

"Hello, I'm Jack Lord," said Jack as he got up to shake Dom's hand. Dom was about 55 with salt and pepper hair, tan skin, and he was few pounds overweight. He wore a light gray suit, dark blue shirt, and blue tie. "Hello, Dominic Mahler," he said before shooting a glance at Mae. "My friends call me 'Dom.'"

"I understand you've been fucking Mae behind your wife's back, and Mae came clean to Gayle today."

Dom was stunned.

"It's OK, Dom. You know Mae is a better fuck, and she's not going to tell anyone. Right Mae?"

She made a zipped lip motion.

Dom sighed. "That's a relief."

"Dom, take a seat. Gayle, kneel next to him."

Neither Dom nor Gayle protested.

The maid brought in the food and served Dom and Jack the steak pizzaiola and the bolognese to Mae and put a plate of it on the floor by Gayle. She then brought in a bottle of Chianti and gave Jack, Mae, and Dom a glass but poured Gayle's in a bowl.

"Dom, did you know one of Gayle's lawyers showed up to court naked below the waist?"

"Wow, she did not tell me that. What the hell?"

"And another dressed up like slutty jailbait to go visit a client."

"Really, what the hell, Gayle?"

Gayle did not say anything.

"Dig in!" said Jack. Gayle, no hands or utensils.

Dom did not mind seeing his wife humiliated as he cut into his dish and his wife ate her dish by lowering her face into the pasta and trying her best not to make too much of a mess.