Although Jayne had never been unfaithful to her husband, and did not have the slightest intention of ever cheating on him, she was not naive. She was no fool to tempt fate. She would be spending the evening with a whole lot of horny men at the office, and they would all be losing their inhibitions as they swilled down the free booze. If she happened to be horny…

Well, there was no sense in taking a chance. Smiling demurely, she said, "I'll give you a nice long blow job when I get home. I'll probably be a bit tipsy and you know how horny – and hungry – I get when I've been drinking… and you can think about it while you wait. But right now I think we'd better have a fuck."

That was no hardship.

Jonathon reached down and began to knead her tits. The big nipples hardened in his palms. He squeezed the firm, velvet globes and pulled gently on the tips.

While he felt her tits, Jayne licked his prick some more, not taking it into her mouth – for she was afraid that once she got that tasty hunk of cockmeat into her mouth, she would be unable to stop sucking until she had milked it to the bone – but merely running her hot tongue all aver the head and flutter kissing the electrically sensitive area where the stalk spread out into the knob.

Then she leaned back, gazing up at him.

Jonathon nodded.

His cock was glowing.

Jayne dropped back on the bed, sideways, and drew her knees up, parting her lush thighs.

Her cunt was wide open.

The slit had widened into an oval and that pink slot was filled with cream. Her slit was stiff and throbbing.

Jonathon stared down at her crotch for a moment, loving the way her smooth flesh was framed by the black garter belt.

He knelt on the edge of the bed.

Jayne arched her slender back, hiking her hips up and angling to receive his cock.