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.
Many of the people had left and I went looking for Jill. She wasn't in the kitchen or the living room. I wanted to look on the deck behind the house, but some guy I hadn't met said nobody was out there and suggested I look on the side patio. She wasn't there either. As I made another round, I noticed that there was someone on the raised redwood deck behind the house. The guy who had been there before was distracted by someone else, so I walked through the sliding glass door onto the deck.