He wasn't half bad as a lover, exciting enough when he could get his mind off his business affairs. She warn amused as she remembered the way she'd held him off before they were married to make him want her even more. So now she was Mrs. Jay Warren. The one thing Gayle was grateful for was that Jars first wife had died a long time ago and no one ever talked about her any more.

It's all yours, Gayle thought. The big house and the Corvette she had and all the leisure she'd ever need. Go on, make it, girl. She whacked off in earnest now, three fingers in her cunt and a finger digging inside her asshole, her crotch humping at both hands as she moaned under the shower.

"You certainly look tempting," Jay said.

It was later that evening and they were in the master bedroom dressing for a dinner party at the house of one of his friends.

Gayle wore a white lace bra and sheer beige pantyhose and white high-heeled sandals. Jay had just come out of the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts. She was standing near the closet, and he smiled at her now as his eyes raked over her body.

Gayle returned his smile, glancing briefly at the crotch of his shorts. "Darling, if you start anything now we'll be late."

"Not more than five minutes."

"It'll be more than that and you know it." "No, really. I'll just do a little nibbling and no more than that. Don't you like to get nibbled?"

A quiver went through Gayle. She sure in hell did like to get nibbled. She would oblige him if all he wanted was to eat her cunt. "As long as you don't ruin my makeup."

"Just kneel on the bed and you won't even have to take anything off."

Oh, she did like the idea of that. He was good at that when he had a yen for it. One of him little quirks. She gave him a teasing smile is she walked to the bed. She peeled her pantyhose down to uncover her ass first, just down to the middle of her thighs, and then she knelt on the bed and dropped her head and shoulders to the mattress. "Is this what you want?"