But there was not time.
He watched his sexy wife as she walked to the bathroom to mop up her creamy crotch. He put his pants on again. She came back to finish dressing. She sheathed her hot cunt in a pair of very brief, transparent panties, and Jonathon frowned for a moment. Why was she wearing such sexy panties to the party? he wondered. But then he grinned at his absurd suspicions. Jayne did not own any panties that were not sexy, he remembered. It was as simple as that. He felt a bit sheepish at having thought otherwise.
She wore a jade-green sheath dress that clung to the lush curves of her body. He could not help but notice that her stiff nipples made little points in the material and that it clung tightly at the back, so that the crack of her ass could be glimpsed as she moved.
But he trusted her.
He drove her to the office.
CHAPTER TWO
Although Jayne was not very late, the offices were already filled with merrymakers, well-dressed men and fashionable girls standing around with drinks in hand, a little formal as yet, a bit stiff and self-conscious – but that was a condition that would change once they had drained those glasses a few times and lost their inhibitions.
Jayne had been told that the Benson Company was famous for the annual office party and that even old man Benson himself was inclined to join in the festivities. If he'd had any hair, it could have been said that he let his hair down. So she was looking forward to the evening – and looking further towards the happy prospect of getting home, in due course, to find a delicious slab of cockmeat awaiting her.
Several young executives noticed her arrival and greeted her in friendly fashion.
She was surprised that they all not only knew her first name, but used it.