Good sexual encounters had always been important to Jennifer, but it was in the third year of her marriage to her drunken husband, David, that her real experimentation had begun. After six months of little sex, save for the odd unsatisfying bout with a half hard cock and her own ministrations with dildos, vibrators and her own fingers, she was ready for any new and fulfilling experience.
One morning, straight from the shower, she had raced to answer the doorbell. At the door was a young man, blonde and good looking, carrying a small black case. His tight blue denims and white tee shirt outline his hard well-muscled body.
"My name is Grant Lacy. I'm looking for Carrie Davies," he said.
"She no longer lives here. She moved out when we bought the place last year"
"Oh! What a pity. I have the new range of Black Cat lingerie to show her."
"I guess I'm in the market for some new underwear if you'd care to show me?"
"I'd be delighted to if you can spare me half an hour?
"Come in!"
Jennifer's fate was sealed.
She realised she was only wearing a transparent black negligee which she had quickly grabbed to answer the door.