They spent the next few minutes in silence as they drove to her house. He felt his cock harden at the thought of her performing the lurid sex acts that she had described with her husband, and whoever else they may have brought into their bed. “He probably won’t be home anytime soon,” Anita said. “I just don’t know what to do!”
Jack gave Anita a puzzled look. The tan dress slacks and blouse Anita had on before she went upstairs were now gone, and before him stood his boss, in nothing but a black thong, a pair of black, fishnet thigh-high stockings, and a pair of black, five inch chunky-heeled shoes. She eyed each piece of clothing, trying to decide if she was going to put something sexy on for Jack. It wasn’t his usual but it would do the job. Anita walked into the living room and Jack’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
