Janine Mason wanted to stay on at the party. That wasn't really surprising; it was her party. Qualified as a lawyer only three days earlier, the young wife was looking forward to a long and distinguished career in the legal world. The party - as it always was - had been thrown by the partners of the firm in celebration of Janine passing her final exams and she was the guest of honour.
She was enjoying herself. Mingling with the other guests and partners that she would rarely get to see during the course of her busy day made her feel important and needed. She had been congratulated by so many people she had almost lost count, and the copious amounts of fine Champagne that flowed in an almost ceaseless stream had loosened her tongue and her inhibitions. Up until now, she had been careful not to flirt too openly, but being congratulated by her boss and mentor, Chris Radcliffe, she now found her sexuality oozing to the surface as the older man charmed her. She was so wrapped up in Radcliffe's conversation that she had almost forgotten about her husband on the other side of the room.
Robert Mason was beginning to feel left out. While of course he supported his wife in her ever advancing legal career, these parties were not really his thing. He had already drunk four glasses of Champagne, and whilst the alcohol had obviously had an exhilarating effect on his wife, his mood had become maudlin and he found himself slipping further and further into a deep depression.
Mason eyed Janine from the other side of the room as she openly flirted with her boss. How could she just leave him on his own like this while she flaunted herself in such an unseemly manner? And that blouse! It was cut so low in the front that her full breasts were almost visible! Robert looked at his watch again; 11:45pm. As far as he was concerned it had been time to leave an hour ago, but his wife had persuaded him to stay a little longer. He drained his glass and prepared himself for another rebuke as he began to meander drunkenly towards her.
The conversation between Radcliffe and Janine stopped as soon as Mason came within earshot, confirming his suspicions and angering him further.
"Oh, hello darling." Janine said pleasantly. She looked at her wristwatch. "I suppose it is time to go now, isn't it, I do have a lot to do tomorrow."
The surprise of his wife's immediate agreement rather took the wind out of Mason's sails, but he still bristled as he noticed Janine and Radcliffe share a sly grin.
"Come on then, Bob," she continued with a smile, "I think you'd better let me drive. You look like you might have had a little too much Champagne."
Again, Mason blushed furiously at the embarrassment inflicted by his wife and found himself staring with blazing eyes as he watched her lean up and kiss Radcliffe on the lips.
"See you tomorrow then, Chris," she whispered, "and thanks so much for the party!"
Mason's mind was working overtime as the two headed for the door amongst the many "goodbyes" and "well dones" that were being shouted at Janine from other different guests. He was still thinking about the kiss that Janine had just planted on her boss' lips. He was certain that there was more to it than just a friendly embrace; he had seen the way that they had been looking at each other all night. He felt angry, but he also felt something else; something he could hardly define. He realised that his heart was beating a little faster. Surely, though that was just the Champagne. Wasn't it?
"Give me the keys, Bob." Janine said as they reached the car. "I may have had a bit to drink, but I'm nowhere near as drunk as you are."
Mason recognised the stern tones in his younger wife's voice and knew there was no point in arguing. He opened the drivers side door for her and watched the split in her skirt open as she slid into the leather seat. Again his heart beat increased as one milky white thigh became visible.
The drive out into the country was fairly uneventful. Mason dozed in the passenger seat as his wife tooled the Mercedes effortlessly along the dark road. The moon was full and the only sounds that could be heard were the low purr of the big car's engine and the whistle of the tyres on the tarmac. He was half asleep but still aware that they were travelling quite fast. But he relaxed. Janine was a good driver and could easily handle the car at speed.
Mason had almost lost track of time when he heard the sound of the siren and became aware of the lights behind. He shook his head and sat up in the seat, craning his neck to look behind him. There was no mistaking the police van and no doubt at all that it wanted the Mercedes to pull over and stop.
"Shit!" Janine exclaimed as she slowed down and allowed the vehicle to drift onto the gravel shoulder. "I must have been going too fast!"
Mason and Janine waited patiently as the police van pulled up behind them. They heard the doors open and close and were suddenly aware of a presence at the side window.
"That was quite a speed you were doing, ma'am." said a voice hidden behind a powerful flashlight beam. "You realise you were doing nearly eighty?"
Janine shook her head and began to apologise profusely, but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, Champagne fumes filled the still night air.
"And I think you might have enjoyed a drink or two tonight, haven't you?"
There seemed little point in denying the fact.
"Er...yes, officer. But only a little" Janine offered a little pathetically. "I'm sorry if I was driving a bit fast, but it's late. We just wanted to get home." She smiled sweetly at the officer. "I'm sure you don't want to be bothered with us at this time of night, do you?"
But the officer was not to be deterred. Now joined by his colleague, Janine was soon standing - rather unsteadily - on the side of the road and blowing into an alcohol testing device.
"Sorry, Mrs. Mason. The test shows positive. You are over the legal alcohol limit to drive. I'm gonna have to arrest you."
The effect on Janine was immediate. Tears began to form in her eyes as she began to plead for her liberty.
"Oh, officer, you don't understand!" she wailed. "If you arrest me I'll lose my job. I'm only just qualified as a lawyer! Please don't do this! I'll do anything!"
Through a drunken haze, Robert Mason saw the police officer glance over and grin at his colleague. Immediately Mason felt the same adrenalin rush as he had felt while watching his wife kiss her boss. Although he now felt very drunk, he was certain that the feeling was not just brought on by the effects of the Champagne! His mind raced when he heard the officer speak next.
"There's always something a good looking woman like you can do, ma'am!"
Janine looked shocked and indignant. She was sure she knew what the officer meant but could hardly believe that it was happening.
"What do you mean?"
