I get home a little after 10PM and, seeing that there are still lights on all over the house, I very quietly sneak in the back way.

Paula has a half dozen ladies still left.

Paula is posing in front of the ladies, wearing the tiniest thong panty imaginable and some sort of trick bra that makes a mountain out of a molehill. Instead of standing rigidly or cringing as I would have imagined, Paula is instead strutting around like some sort of sex star and looking like she always wears fancy underwear.

I sneak up to our bedroom and secretly watch the show for a bit from the shadow at the top of the second floor stairs.

Paula is doing the sales job the way it should be done. She even removes the trick bra for a minute to show a prospective customer how the bra does what it does and what the bra has to work with. Her whole attitude here is that of a woman who's completely at ease walking around topless in public.

I can't believe that Paula is going topless, even in front of just women. Paula doesn't even like to get topless in front of me. It's as if letting someone else see her body is maybe some sort of sin or something.

Paula then disappears and comes back after a while with another outfit. To my great shock it's some crazy kind of get up where there's no crotch to the panty. Paula's freshly shaved pussy is exposed! Paula has never worn that sort of thing, not even for me. Now she's wearing it for a bunch of women. I can't believe that what I see is actually happening.

Paula prances back and forth for the women, again as if she routinely walks around in the nude. A long discussion follows among the ladies. I can't hear much of what's being said, but I do hear the word husband several times.

The evening winds down and when the last of the women finally leave, Paula skips up the stairs to our bedroom, carrying a bundle of green.

She's a little shocked to see me, but proudly tells me how much she made. Hell, it's a lot more than I made collecting what's owed!

Of course, Paula then tells me, "Well, I had to spend some money for the samples I wore, but I still made a nice amount and my next demonstration will make even more money."

"To whom do you plan to demonstrate for next? Most of the ladies you know were here tonight?"

Paula is suddenly very upset. She wants to know, "Exactly how much of my demonstration did you see?" (Paula is wearing a coat. Paula doesn't need a coat inside the house. I figure she stashed the fancy underwear downstairs and she's wearing just the coat over nude.)

I don't answer the question and instead tell Paula, "You can take the coat off, we're going to bed." I see confusion and doubt in Paula's face. Despite the fact that we're married, I never see her without at least a plain little nightie that covers her to some extent. However, Paula has been more or less nude in front of her woman customers and I probably saw her in the nude. What's she to do?

Paula drops the coat. As I suspected, she's nude under the coat!

I lead her over to our bed. I strip off my clothes and we get into bed.

In the past, Paula has been, unfortunately, a no-nonsense lady in bed. However, after the show she put on for the ladies, she's let down her resistance. This last is what I was hoping for in the Paula that I saw strutting around in the nude downstairs!