Sheets of rain slanted down on the dark night as Jacqueline walked out of the house bathroom dressed in a glossy diaphanous transparent nightdress. She continued to the bedroom of the house, where the clandestine was.

She got to the bedroom and stood in front of the bed and before the clandestine. He was laying on the bed reading a business journal, not noticing her presence.

"I want you to guess the colour of my panty." She softly started, her manner flirtatious.

Mr. Kennedy lowered down the journal in his hands after hearing her voice, and looked at her. Her sight immediately began to arouse him. He put the journal away and continued staring at her, dragging his gaze slowly down her body. The dress openly showed her nudity. He could see her protruded breasts, and even the nipples, quite clearly. He could also clearly see that she had no underwear that she had just talked about. If the dress was meant to show a woman's nudity without her being naked, then it had perfectly passed the test.

Mr. Kennedy smiled interestedly as he got out of the bed and walked to the mistress, "I am going to give a lucky guess." He got to her then held her with a caressing grasp, and directed his hands inside the dress to her backside, then squeezed the backside, "You have no panty."

The young lady breathed out a moan with the touch, "You cheated. It is going to cost you." She coquettishly said then pulled away from him and went to the bed, laying provocatively.

"Today your driver looked at me rather... oddly." She said as the man joined her on the bed.

"I will personally choke the life out of him if he starts seducing you." Mr. Kennedy said.

"No, not that type of look. It was a somehow... a disgusted look, as if he is appalled by what we are doing." Jacqueline now had a serious manner, "Are you absolutely sure you can trust him? As in, putting this confidential and never getting to your wife?"

"He is a loyal man." Mr. Kennedy assured, "All of my men are loyal to me. I know how to motivate them to stay loyal without questions. That shouldn't ever worry you."

Jacqueline managed a smile with a nod from the reassurance, "Okay, if you say so."

The man moved to her and directed his hand inside her dress to her pubic hair, then inside her. Jacqueline started moaning while spreading her legs as hot rush of hormones began to race through her. In a minute, they began a stormy coitus session, one that usually brought them in the house and guaranteed mutual benefit from each other.