David Crane

Party wife

CHAPTER ONE

Jayne Morrison sat on the edge of the bed as she rolled her nylon stockings up her heavy thighs. She never wore tights. Her husband, Jonathon, hated tights. He said they made a woman look like a smooth-crotched, sexless doll – and the last thing that Jayne saw herself as was sexless. She was certainly right about that, as well. She was a gorgeous woman, often compared to the proverbial brick shithouse. Heavy hipped and large breasted, she had a narrow waist – the classic hourglass configuration.

She was naked now, but for the stockings and the black garter belt to which they would be strapped.

She was getting dressed for the office party. Jonathon came to the door of the bedroom and looked in. He was not particularly pleased that his lovely wife was going to a party without him, but he hadn't objected too strongly. It was simply a matter of office policy that the husbands and wives of the employees did not attend the annual party.

He trusted Jayne and wasn't troubled by the thought that she might get in to some hanky panky, he was simply a bit annoyed at having to spend the evening home alone.

He would have preferred to spend the night fucking and sucking with luscious Jayne.

They had only been married for a short time and she had only worked for the Benson Company for a few months, so this was the first office party she would be attending… and the first time she had gone out without Jonathon.

Now he stood at the door and regarded her as she rolled her nylons up her shapely thighs, slowly, as if caressing her legs in the process.

Jonathon grinned and took a deep breath. As usual, his cock began to quiver at the sight of Jayne.

It was a rare man, indeed, whose cock did not respond to the sight of Jayne.

If gold could rust, rusted sold would be the color of her hair, a thick, tawny mane that fell heavily to her shoulders, framing her sensual countenance in curls and coils.