Jazz music fills the restaurant. You're seated beside Clyde your husband, while having dinner with his company's directors.

After some time, you got bored while they chattered. A smirk tugged on your lips and your hand crept up Clyde's pants. However, a sudden feeling made you yelp from your seat. When you turned to face Clyde, he was already smirking, taking a glance at you before brushing his knuckles against your soaking underwear then turning back to chat with the directors.