My wife Jill and I were at a summer party at her boss's house. Jill was doing pretty well since the new boss had arrived. She had moved up from a clerk to secretary and was interviewing for an executive assistant position. I was really proud of her. I'm an engineer and work for a local government. Jill is in her mid-thirties and has a nice figure and a pretty face. Her tits are not large, but they suit me fine. I've heard the expression that 'anything more than a handful is wasted'.
The party was very nice. We had split up and made the rounds. Jill was always carefully reserved at parties. She didn't wear revealing clothes and didn't flirt with other spouses like some of the wives did.
I talked with her boss, Kendrick, earlier in the evening and he told me how impressed he was with Jill. I hadn't met him before. He seemed like a nice-enough guy and I know my wife liked him. As the evening progressed, I worked my way around, talking to almost everyone and was in the den as things began to wind down at eleven.