Six months ago, I lost my job due to corporate downsizing and have since relied on my wife's salary as a real estate agent while commuting daily to the employment office. On my way back, I'd occasionally stop by the model house in town where she worked, always dressed in tight, curvy formal wear, smiling brightly. I'd chuckle to myself, watching her with quiet pride. But one morning, as she was getting ready for work, I noticed something off about her changing clothes. That's when it hit me—she was wearing a thong.