Nicholas stopped by Christian's office on his way home. Amanda had left, but Christian was still there, head down at his computer, probably visions of spreadsheet formulas dancing in his head instead of naked pussies.<br/><br/>"I found something in my office," he said, dangling Amanda's panties in front of Christian. "Amanda was careless about where she threw this. Can you imagine that poor girl in that short skirt with her legs crossed, or tight together, on the Metro?" Nicholas let that image sink in a little. "Her tits may be her best feature, but still..."<br/><br/>He held up the silky garment. I don't know Serena<em>that</em>well, but do you think she'd wear something like this? One never knows, I suppose." He smiled at Nicholas. "In any event, we<em>know</em>that Amanda does, and I'm sure she'd be glad to let you have a peek, and maybe a little more, as well if you asked nicely. I mean, you<em>do</em>have a door."<br/><br/>He smiled again.<br/><br/>"But what am I saying? You probably get all you can handle at home -- I suppose that's the big advantage of being married, isn't it? Two minds with but a single thought, and all that, right? Guys like me, we kind of have to be hunter-gatherers, low on the evolutionary scale, always looking for our next sexual meal. Married men like you, all you have to do is go to the proverbial pantry for something warm. Maybe I'll try that someday."<br/><br/><em>Not at all likely,</em>he thought.<br/><br/>Nicholas turned to leave.<br/><br/>"Well, have a nice weekend!" he said. "I hope it's exciting!"