Settling In 

    Lisa paused to run a damp hand across an even damper brow, pushing
back an errant strand of medium length dark brown hair that had fallen
into her face.  It was early fall and the temperature was only
hovering in the upper sixties, but you wouldn't have known it to look
at her.  Her white cotton T-shirt was moist with perspiration and even
the navy sweatpants she wore had a certain clinginess to them that
spoke of her exertions.  Her "housework" clothes, as she called them,
were certainly earning their name.

    Of course, this was no typical housework day.  Lisa glared at her
husband in mock ferocity as he came through the door with another two
boxes balanced precariously in his hands.

    "Some way to spend a Saturday," she groused half-seriously as she
stretched the sore muscles in her petite legs and arms.  She could
feel every one individually and briefly thought about trying to count
them. On second thought, she reconsidered, it was just too much work.

    John looked at Lisa and shrugged helplessly.  Married six years,
he still thought of her as his bride.  Perhaps it was because her
natural good looks didn't seem to have aged much in the years since
the wedding, even though she was closer now to 35 than she was to 30.
Then again, it could also be the condition she kept herself in as
well.  

    Due to careful eating, regular exercise, and fortunate genetics,
her lithe frame was as trim as the day they had met, from her slender,
toned legs to the firm 34B breasts that upon her diminutive frame
seemed bigger than their measurement alone implied.  But as slender
and athletic as she was, and even at a mere 5'2" tall, no one would
ever think of the determined brunette as 'small'.

    "It'll all turn out for the best," he tried to reassure her as he
had so many times before.  And of course they had been over it again
and again, debating the pros and cons before undertaking this move.
After all, picking up in California and moving all the way across the
country to the suburbs surrounding Baltimore, Maryland had been a huge
decision.  But as it turned out, the opportunity was simply too good
to walk away from.  John's new position as the vice president of
operations for a regional bank brought a significant pay increase, and
at the same time, their cost of living would go well down from the
astronomical prices of their native San Francisco.

    Lisa had in fact decided to take a few months off before starting
a serious job hunt of her own.  For years she had been highly
successful in corporate equipment leasing and the burnout rate was
quite high.  A little time off would give her the chance to settle in
and get to know the area better.

    She looked around the hollow shell of their new home - the first
time they had ever owned - fruitlessly searching for some piece of
furniture to rest her weary body upon.  As good as John's job was, one
of the biggest stumbling blocks they had needed to overcome was that
it did not cover relocation costs.  In fact, he had barely made the
cut because the company had really been looking for a local candidate.
It was only their last minute decision to do the move themselves that
had clinched the deal.  Professional movers had quoted them nearly ten
thousand dollars for the cross-country move.

    Finally, she slid down to the floor and leaned her back against a
less-than-comfortable wall.  Withdrawing a pack of cigarettes and
lighter from her purse, she put one between her lips and touched a
flame to the tip until it glowed orange.  Closing her eyes, she took a
long drag and let some of the tension escape with her rich exhale.

    John watched in silence for a few moments as his wife relaxed and
smoked, then finally shook off his temporary reverie.  Back to work,
he admonished himself and headed back to the truck they had rented for
the move.

**********

    It was much later that night before they finally felt somewhat
entrenched in the new setting.  Although the work was far from
complete, they had at least managed to set up the bed and find sheets
for it, as well as towels and a shower curtain.  Lisa was yawning and
looking at her left hand in frustration as John emerged from the
bathroom rubbing a towel roughly over his head.

    "What's wrong, babe?" he asked upon seeing her expression.

    "It's my ring," she groused, pointing to her engagement ring.
"The fucking stone is loose - I probably snagged the posts on
something unpacking.  I'm afraid it will fall out."

    Though not particularly large, since John had proposed to her
while still a junior loan officer so long ago, her diamond was a
respectable three-quarter carat stone that would be a major shame to
lose.  John took a look and saw that she was indeed correct.  There
was a perceptible wobble in the gem's setting.

    "Look, why don't you take it off for now, for safe keeping.  You
can find a jeweler to fix it on Monday, okay?"

    She nodded and pulled it off, setting it in a glass beside the
bed.  Than, yawning again, she turned off the light and slid under the
covers.  "I'm awfully tired," she whispered in the dark.

    "Me too," he agreed quietly.

    Suddenly she felt his hand creeping up her thigh and bumping into
her arm that was simultaneously slinking under the covers past his
stomach.

    "Very, very sleepy," she whispered, turning her head towards his
face.

    "Exhausted," he echoed as his index finger found the slick outer
perimeter of her vaginal lips.  She gasped softly as he dipped it
inside of her and smeared her viscous juices around her clit before
rubbing it gently.  About that time her creeping hand located the hard
cock that was now tenting the blankets above them.

    She stretched her neck towards his face and felt their lips
connect, tongues probing insistently into one another's mouths.  Their
breathing quickened as he diddled her pussy and she stroked his dick
with a tightly clenched fist.  They masturbated each other for several
breathless minutes before he finally spoke.

    "You want to just do it like this...?" he ventured.

    "Fuck no," she said throatily.  In a smooth motion, she swung one
leg over his hips and rolled her body on top of his.  With the rich
stream of cunt fluids now coating her entire pubic region, it was no
effort at all for her to angle herself and let his cock fill her up.
She sat up, casting aside the blankets, and pulling her nightshirt
over her shoulders so that her husband could put his hands on her pert
naked breasts.

    Soon their mingled moans were echoing from the walls of their new
bedroom as they fucked, spreading the scent of their sex to fill the
air.  John knew every inch of his wife's body and expertly played her
nipples to bring her to a pair of intense orgasms as she rocked up and
down on his erect shaft.  Finally, as she leaned in and dangled her
breasts in his face, a feat that took a good deal of angling and head
tilting given their difference in height, John felt his testicles
swell with impending eruption.

    Lisa concentrated intently on the pulses of John's prick as it
spewed foamy white semen deep into her cunt.  For some reason the
simple feeling of a man coming inside of her had always driven her
wild although she could never explain it.  John didn't know that one
prerequisite of sex for most of her old boyfriends had been to provide
a clean bill of health so that they could immediately dispense with
condoms, since she had first begun using birth control pills.  The
effect was no different tonight, and at the first splash of her
husband's warm ejaculate, she felt her twat clench up in the familiar
sensations of a powerful climax.

**********

    Lisa was on a mission.  She took a moment at the stoplight to
glance at the map on the seat next to her and took a pull from her
cigarette, blowing the smoke out through the car window.  The suburb
they had moved to was a nice middle class neighborhood and didn't seem
to have much of a commercial district.  Now she was in what appeared
to be one of those towns where retail gathered like a flock of
vultures along the roadside.  Still, she didn't trust mall jewelers as
far as she could throw them, so the next best bet was driving around
until she saw a place that didn't look too seedy.

    Eventually she spotted a standalone storefront that was tastefully
lettered and had a well-maintained exterior.  She swung the car, a
practical, navy Honda Accord, into the parking lot and parked near the
front door, noting that there was only one other car in the lot.  She
took a quick glance at herself in the rear view mirror to assess her
appearance - she was wearing a simple but attractive outfit that
consisted of a basic, flowing white blouse, open at the neck, and a
knee length tan skirt with low heels.

    After touching up her mocha lipstick, she decided that everything
looked to be in place and opened her car door.  Taking a long last
drag from her cigarette, she dropped it beneath a heel and headed for
the entrance of the store.

    As she stepped inside, she noted immediately that the air
conditioning was several degrees cooler than the low seventies air
outside, and felt her nipples tighten and press against her thin
demi-bra firmly.  She took a self-conscious look at her chest and
noted the obvious bumps through her top and chided herself silently
for not wearing a more concealing bra before going out.

    Almost immediately, a dark-skinned man appeared from a back room
and grinned at her with a gleaming set of white teeth.  Must be a
chime on the door that rings in the back, she thought to herself idly
as she sized him up for a moment.  He was extremely attractive, she
decided instantly, dressed in a very well tailored suit and
immaculately groomed.  She couldn't quite decide if he was black or
South American, since his features seemed to be somewhere in between
them and she decided he must have been of mixed heritage.

    "Welcome to my store," he greeted her in a richly timbered voice
that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.  "I am Carlo.  How may
I be of service?"

    Lisa found herself momentarily at a loss for words.  Not only did
Carlo's appearance and demeanor give off a powerful, sophisticated sex
appeal, but also she instantly felt his gaze upon her like a hot
floodlight, tingling her nerve endings.  He was discreet and polite
about it, but she distinctly felt his eyes flicker from her face to
her chest, ass, legs, and then the space between her legs, before
resting upon her face again as a slight approving smile formed on his
lips.  It happened so quickly that she could hardly be certain that
she had seen anything, yet she felt as foolishly giddy as a teenage
girl.

    Finally she found her voice and spoke, striding confidently
towards him.  If she couldn't feel like a woman inside, she could at
least act like one on the outside, she told herself firmly.  "Good
morning.  I think I damaged my engagement ring the other day when my
husband and I were moving boxes."  She reached into her purse and
withdrew a small box inside which the ring lay.  She also would have
sworn a brief shadow crossed his face when she mentioned her husband,
and another tingle of excitement stirred within her.

    "Please, show it to me," he urged her, reaching beneath the
counter to bring forth a white mat and drawing a jeweler's loupe from
a breast pocket.  He held forth a hand and waited for her to set the
ring in his palm, allowing his fingers to briefly touch hers.

    He held up the ring and studied it for a moment, examining the
condition of the white gold prongs as well as the general quality of
the stone itself.  Lisa noted him purse his lips as he perused the
diamond, but he said nothing.  Finally, he looked up at her.  Handing
her the loupe, he held forth the ring and pointed to one prong,
indicating that she should look.

    "Here - you see?" he said softly.  Lisa shook her head slightly,
missing the objective.  "Come closer," he urged her.  She leaned over
the glass counter until her nose was only a few inches from his hand.
Finally she got the angle right and was able to discern a line
crossing one of the prongs.  

    "Oh..." she murmured in recognition.  Then a flush of warmth went
through her as she caught his gaze rise and she felt her blouse
hanging loosely from her chest.  He's looking down my top, she thought
in shock.

   "It is cracked, you see?  This is why the stone is loose.  I can
fix this for you, but I will need to replace the entire head of the
band where it is set here," he explained, pointing to the joint.
"Wait one moment - let me check my materials in the back."  Without
further ado, he disappeared through a door behind the counter.

    Lisa felt slightly feverish and became aware of a surprising
moistness in her panties.  She had been faithful to her husband since
the day they had met, even to the point of breaking things off with
another suitor after their first date.  But something about Carlo
excited her.  Perhaps it was simply the inherent pleasure of having a
sexy man very obviously find her desirable.  Whatever the reason, she
surprised herself by releasing the top button of her blouse.  She
rationalized that it was just a little harmless flirting and that even
though the creamy tops of her breasts and the lacy edge of her bra
were now partially visible, it was still less revealing than what many
women wore on the street every day.  Still, a part of her felt guilty
almost immediately and she was on the verge of redoing the button when
he emerged and blocked the opportunity.

    "Yes, I can have this done for you by Wednesday?  Is this good for
you?"

    She nodded.  "That will be wonderful."  Relief flowed instantly
through her veins, as having the ring damaged had been quite a concern
for her.

    "You would like to view my selection while you are here today?" he
inquired.  "Perhaps to try on a piece or two?"  She noted with an
inner smile that he seemed to be having a harder time keeping his eyes
from her chest now.  Her womanly instincts took over and she easily
slipped into the role of seductress - all in good fun and games, she
reminded herself.

    She spent several minutes moving from display case to display
case, admiring the jewelry.  Carlo had a fabulous selection, and all
of the pieces were tasteful and artistic.  At each stop she made sure
to bend over, for a closer look of course, letting her breasts dangle
into the cups of her bra, and knowing that he could see the flesh.
She also let him hang no less than three different necklaces upon her,
their gemstones falling lightly between her cleavage.  

    After several minutes of these games, she found herself suddenly
aware that she could see through the back of the glass cases and noted
the unmistakable outline of his cock straining within his dress pants.
She wondered immediately how he could ever have confined such a
magnificent prick in anything but baggy jeans; even concealed as it
was, his cock was clearly far above average size, far larger than
anything she had ever personally seen.  She finally became aware of a
long silence that had developed as she not so subtly checked out his
dick while he feasted his eyes upon her body.  She licked her lips
nervously and decided to call it an experience and get moving.

    "Great, so, um, I'll be in Wednesday morning for the ring then,"
she announced.  His smile spoke volumes as she turned and hurried out.

    "Christ," she swore as she sat down in her car and lit a
cigarette.  She blew out a stream of smoke in a rush, and then took
another hard drag, feeling a faint trickle of dampness escape her
saturated panties and stain her tan skirt.  "What the fuck was that?"

**********

    For the entire drive home, Lisa found it difficult to think of
anything but her encounter with the handsome jeweler.  She finally had
to admit to herself that she was extremely aroused, and quite
attracted to him.  Since her husband would be at work all afternoon,
and she was supposed to continue unpacking and working on settling
their belongings in the new home, she thought she would try to take
her mind off of it with some good, honest work.  However, after ten
minutes of aimless shuffling, she decided there was only one box that
interested her at the moment.

    Fortunately, since they had labeled every box by the room it
belonged in, finding the stash of "bedroom" boxes was easy, and the
one she sought was fairly small.  Inside was their stash of sexual
aids: adult videos, toys, and even a pair of fuzzy handcuffs that had
once long ago been a gag gift.  But what she wanted at that moment was
a nice thick vibrator nicknamed "the rabbit".

    Lisa lay down on the bed and pulled off her skirt and panties.
The aroma of her aroused crotch filled the air rapidly.  She didn't
bother with easing into things, instead simply turning the vibrator to
its highest speed setting, moistening it by wiping her hand through
her pubic region and stroking it a few times, and then pushing it
fully inside of herself.  This model had both internal vibrations as
well as a clit stimulator, and soon se was approaching the first of a
series of powerful orgasms.  Unsurprisingly, she let her fantasies run
wild and they all involved lying under the perspiring body of Carlo as
he drilled that massive cock up into her.  She came over and over
again, finally easing into a quiet, restful sleep while her pussy
dried in the cool morning air.

**********

    Over the next two days, John was on the receiving end of some hot
sex from hiss inexplicably aroused wife.  Not that he complained to
her at all, but Lisa could tell he was a little surprised at what had
gotten into her.  The house was starting to take shape as well, and
she no longer felt like they were entirely living from a box.

    Wednesday morning came all too soon, or not soon enough, depending
on what mood Lisa was in.  Regardless, she found herself watching the
clock from 7:30am on, waiting for the time when the jewelry store
would open.  In the interim, she busied herself with a shower and with
styling her hair.

    She dressed somewhat more provocatively this time as well, not
entirely by accident.  This time, instead of a plain tan skirt and low
heels, she chose a tight black skirt that finished above her knees,
along with three-inch strappy heels.  She went back and forth with her
top, finally settling on a light blue cotton camisole.  After
hesitating briefly, she went back and removed her bra as well, letting
her perfect breasts hang loose under the top.  She finished off with a
creamy red lipstick that was appropriate for daytime wear, but still
quite sexy.

    Ready at last, she set out for the jewelry store once again.
Unlike the first time, when she was searching for an appropriate
store, this time the drive seemed to take only moments.  She found
herself parking the car almost before she realized it, having been
daydreaming as she drove.  Lisa decided to wait in the car for a few
minutes to relax before going inside.  Already she could feel her
pussy beginning to tingle with a hint of excitement, and she had not
even seen him yet.

    She reached into her purse and took out her cigarettes.  She lit
one and leaned her seat back slightly, checking herself in the mirror
as smoke curled slowly from her fingertips.  The features she saw
reflected back at her were extremely attractive, and she felt
reassured in her appearance.  Finally she felt ready to go inside and
face Carlo.  She took a last drag from her cigarette and watched her
reflection in profile as she exhaled, blowing herself a kiss.

    Carlo must have been aware of her car in the parking lot, as he
was patiently waiting for her inside the store when she opened the
door.  As before, the temperature was cool and sent a shiver through
her body while stiffening her nipples.  Carlo approached her, a broad
smile on his face.  He took her by the hand and greeted her, touching
her upper arm with his other hand.

    "Mrs. Reynolds, how wonderful it is to see you again!" he
addressed her warmly.  Lisa was slightly embarrassed and more than a
bit uncomfortable at having this man whom she found so desirable
address her by her married name.

   "Please, call me Lisa," she corrected him with a charming smile.
She beamed under the warmth of his touch, and his attention, and was
immediately aware that though he had been discreetly checking her out
the first time they had met, he was even more interested now.  She was
also acutely conscious of the movement of her free hanging tits inside
her loose camisole, and sensed the effect it was having on him.

    "Of course," he agreed.  "Come with me Lisa.  I wish for you to
see your ring."

    She followed closely behind him, checking out his tight ass as he
walked.  When he reached the glass counter, he reached inside it and
pulled out a black velvet covered box.  He handed it to her and
stepped back, smiling.

    Lisa opened it and was amazed to see her ring glowing like the day
John had proposed to her.  The myriad tiny scratches and dullness of
years of wear had been painstakingly buffed out until the ring gleamed
brightly.  The new crown was blindingly white, more so than her
original had been, and was obviously very fine metal.  An experimental
tap of her red fingernail revealed no hint of looseness in the
setting.

    "It's beautiful Carlo," she gushed.  "It looks so wonderful, I
almost want to hug you!"

    "This would not be so bad," he joked, spreading his arms.

    Seeing no harm in it, and genuinely thrilled, Lisa leaned in and
press her body against his, feeling her breasts mash between them and
his arms encircle her petite frame.  The excitement of another man's
touch ran through her like an electric current and she found herself
pulling slowly away, looking up into his eyes with shortened breath.

    "There is one thing," he said with a hint of a frown.  "I hesitate
to say this, but - your diamond is pretty, but it is not so large.
..68 carats, I measure.  A magnificent, sexy lady such as you deserves
something...bigger."  Lisa felt a small squirt of juices leak into her
panties at the way he said it, laced with innuendo.  "I would be
honored to trade your stone for an upgrade, something large enough to
satisfy you properly."

    She found it difficult to avoid looking at his crotch as he spoke,
knowing even a hint of the package that was hiding there would be an
upgrade from the cock she was getting regularly.  But she gamely
flirted back, butterflies in her stomach.  "I don't know.  I'm used to
a little smaller, and I don't know if I could handle something really
huge."

    He smiled at her and announced, "I do this repair for you as a
gift, to welcome you to your new home."  Then, leaning in until his
lips grazed her ear, and she could sense the tip of his cock just
touching her thigh, he whispered, "You would adapt better than you
believe.  A woman such as you should not go unfilled...forgive me my
English, unfulfilled I mean."

    Lisa was outclassed in this match and knew it.  There was only one
place that continuing this conversation could lead, and that was to a
strange bed with a dark, well-hung lover taking her from atop, behind,
beneath...  She beat a hasty exit, thanking him profusely and
promising to think about his offer of an upgrade, her face a bright
shade of red.

**********

    For several days, Lisa tried to put the thought of Carlo out of
her mind.  She made love with John on a daily basis, to his complete
and utter shock.  Although they had always enjoyed a fulfilling sex
life, at no time in their relationship had they ever been as active in
bed.  

    Lisa also found herself drawn to self-pleasure.  Certainly no
prude, and with a small number of adult videos and toys - essentially
a pair of vibrators and a dildo - she was not entirely new to the
realm of masturbatory aids.  Yet somehow a new door had opened up for
her that could not quite be closed again.

    Very quickly she found herself familiar with a number of different
adult novelty outlets near her new home, and her collection of dildos
had expanded threefold with a variety of sizes ranging from the
average to the rather large.  She also began scouring the Internet and
discovering the vast and wide-ranging amount of porn online.  In fact,
she was rapidly drawn to the category known as "hot wife" or "slut
wife" stories.  She found herself getting off up to four times a day
reading tales of infidelity and secret lovers, usually starting
shortly after John left for work in the morning.  Most of these
incidents seemed to involve fantasizing about being the woman in the
story, as well.

    Lisa also found herself concealing information from her husband.
For example, when he asked her about the ring, she nonchalantly
mentioned that it was fixed and showed him the workmanship.  He was
duly impressed, but didn't ask much more, and neither did she
volunteer any information particularly in regard to Carlo's offer to
arrange something bigger for her.

    However, as much as her newly peaking sex drive kept her busy, she
was still rather bored.  Alone in a new city without family or
friends, or a job to keep her occupied, and with a hard working
husband, she had little to do.  Arranging, then rearranging the house
could only provide so much distraction.  By the end of the third week
in Baltimore she felt like she was going slightly crazy from the lack
of human contact.  Perhaps it was that as much as anything else that
led to her descent into adultery.

**********

    "What the fuck am I doing?" she wondered for the fourth time as
she sat in her parked car, puffing fiercely on a cigarette.  She had
already twice been through the cycle of starting the engine to drive
away, then killing it immediately.  Yet she still sat, as she had for
the past fifteen minutes, in the parking lot of the jewelry store.
She glanced at herself again in the mirror.  Lisa looked amazing in a
sexy dress, no bra or panties needed or worn, and elegant three-inch
heels.  It was an outfit carefully chosen for effect.  

    A sudden tapping at her window startled her.  She gasped as she
looked up to see Carlo grinning outside the car door.  She hit the
automatic down button and let the window descend, fumbling in her
purse for a fresh cigarette in an attempt to pretend that she hadn't
been sitting there aimlessly.

    Carlo's sparkling teeth shone as he casually produced a silver
lighter and deftly touched the flame to the tip of her cigarette until
it glowed.  "You wish to see my wares?" he inquired in amusement.

    "I - no - I mean yes, I wanted to look at what you've got...er, to
sell...again," Lisa fumbled.  His smile broadened knowingly.

    "I was just going to lunch.  Perhaps you would join me?  Then you
can see if something I have is of interest after?"

    "I'd love to join you," she agreed sincerely.

   Carlo locked the store, placing a "Closed" sign in the window, then
led her to his car in the corner of the lot, an expensive silver
Mercedes.  "Please," he said, opening the door for her and motioning.
Lisa slid in and settled into the soft leather seats, feeling his body
touch hers as she brushed past.

    He took her to a simple but classy bistro in an upscale
neighborhood and insisted on treating her to both lunch and to a
top-notch bottle of cabernet sauvignon.  "I must do this," he
persisted.  "It is my duty for enjoying the company of such an
exquisite woman."

    Lisa felt herself swooning at his charm and good looks, not to
mention his obvious attraction to her.  Something about his confident
but gentlemanly demeanor sent tingles up her thighs.  Carlo obviously
knew she was a married woman, but his Latin passions were clearly not
letting that detail stand in the way as he touched her hands and gazed
upon her face.  And the thought of her husband was not enough to have
kept Lisa away either...

    After the bill was settled, Carlo drove her back to the store.
She noticed distractedly as they entered that he locked the door
behind them and neglected to remove the "Closed" sign.

    "I wish to see you in something beautiful," he murmured, brushing
her hair back from her neck.  "Pick something."

    Lisa took her time scanning the cases until something stunning
caught her eye - a teardrop shaped ruby pendant of at least three
carats, on a shimmering white gold chain.  "Ahh," he nodded
approvingly.  "A magnificent piece."  He removed it from the glass and
delicately placed it about her neck, cinching the clasp in the back.
The chain was long enough that it nestled just above the swell of her
breasts, covered partially by her dress.

    "It looks wonderful on you," he complimented her.  "But your dress
hides your fine breasts and the full effect of the gem."

    Lisa took a deep breath.  This was the point of no return.
Suddenly she was nervous, sensing that before long a man who was not
her husband would be seeing her, holding her.  "Do you mind if I
smoke?" she delayed.

    "But of course," he responded with his ever present grin and
produced his lighter once more.

    She took a long pull as he lit her cigarette, letting the smoke
fill her lungs before she slowly exhaled and watched a spiral of blue
smoke curl skyward from its tip.  Never letting her eyes leave his,
she paused long enough for two more drags before slowly reaching up
behind herself and unzipping the dress, letting it fall from her
shoulders to the floor.  And then she was naked before him, wearing
only her heels and the necklace, and trying not to let her hand shake
as she smoked.

    He gazed at her body with unmasked desire, then stepped close and
pressed his lips to her warm mouth, tasting her tongue with his own.
Their kiss was rich and passionate, full of longing and desire.  Lisa
felt the wetness of her arousal spreading between her legs in a warm
rush as Carlo's powerful hands roamed freely across her skin, teasing
her sensitive flesh into a high pitch of excitement.  He let his palms
caress her stiffening nipples and enjoyed the rush of breath as she
gasped into his mouth.

    "Oh..." she moaned softly, licking his lips sensually.  "I've been
trying to resist this...I didn't want to cheat on my husband but..."

    He quietly shushed her, taking her left hand and drawing it
smoothly down to cup his erection.  Carlo watched her eyes widen as
she took in its true size.  "Can your husband give you this?" he asked
her simply.

    "My God," she hissed.  "It's fucking huge!"  She took a last drag
from her dwindling cigarette and dropped it in an empty wastebasket,
clutching his dick in a vain attempt to fully assess its size.

    "Would you like me to remove my pants?" he teased her.

    Lisa nodded, her cream bubbling from deep inside to make low
sticking noises as she unconsciously squeezed her thighs together.
Carlo took his time unbuttoning and lowering his fine wool trousers
before his magnificent, dark-skinned prick exploded into view.

    "How big is it?" she asked with a tremor of nervousness.  She
couldn't take her eyes from it as it bobbed and pulsed with his
heartbeat like a one-eyed cobra poised before her.

    "I have not measured," he told her truthfully.  "But no woman has
ever been disappointed."

    Lisa was an analytic woman and could not accept that answer - this
needed to be quantified and categorized.  She quickly rifled through
his desk drawer until emerging victorious with a standard desk ruler
and a smile, while he looked on in amusement.  She held the ruler to
the base of his cock and immediately let out a high-pitched squeak.
The tip of his dick extended more than an inch past the foot long
ruler!  A quick rough check of the girth placed him at over 2 ½"
thick.  She tried to do the mental circumference calculation but gave
up when he lifted her to her feet and bent her over the desk.

    "Perhaps you will taste me another time," he stated firmly, "But
now I must place myself inside of you."  A tantalizing rush swept
through her as she felt the head of his fat shaft slide through her
greasy slit until it was thoroughly lubricated.  Then, with a long,
slow push, he slipped inside of her.

    An ocean-like roaring filled her ears as Lisa felt him open her
like no man ever had.  It was almost as if she were outside of her
body looking down.  Her nerves were on fire in a most pleasurable way,
at a level that was sheer over stimulation.  The stretching occurring
in her vagina was not painful, but she felt like she was a bubble that
could pop at any second from the growing pressure.

    Then her orgasms began running together.

    Lisa had always been highly orgasmic, coming two or three times
per lovemaking session with her husband John.  But never in her life
had she climaxed like a string of powerful firecrackers one after
another.  The deeply penetrating strokes of Carlo fucking her had that
new effect.  She was dimly aware of him grasping her ass and holding
her steady while he hammered her twat, and of her tits bouncing from
the powerful thrusts.  Unnoticed were the drops of sweat hitting her
back from his exertion, the rivulets of pussy juices leaking in
streams down her ankles, and his animalistic grunts of pleasure.

    For his own part, Carlo was in heaven.  The married beauty before
him was the picture perfect example of his dream woman: dark-haired,
slender, nicely-endowed, and with a tight gash that begged to for an
introduction to the kind of fucking that only an exceptional cock
could provide.  He found himself trying desperately to stave off an
orgasm that was coming on quickly.

    She must have sensed it, for she quickly turned her head to face
him, flipping her loose dark hair over her shoulder.  "Come in me,"
she begged him.  "Don't stop - fuck it deep into me like I've never
been fucked before!"

    He let himself go, burying himself as deeply in her as possible,
until his thick black pubic hair was trapped between their bodies and
his twitching cock spewed forth its cargo of pearly seed directly into
the darkest recesses of her vagina.  Lisa climaxed one last time from
the powerful feeling of his sperm exploding against her insides with a
depth and force she had never before experienced.

    Afterward he insisted that she keep the necklace, and wear it for
him the next time that they met.  She pulled her dress back up over
her damp, sweaty figure, feeling his come oozing out between her legs.
As best as possible, she made her way to his bathroom before more than
a handful of droplets of the milky fluid fell to the floor.  But when
she sat down on the toilet seat, a veritable gusher of spooge spurted
from her widely stretched slit into the water below.  She lit a
cigarette and patiently let as much of the come leak out of her as
possible before peeing and flushing the semen away.

    When she reemerged, he was fully dressed and the back room was
once again neat and orderly.  He kissed her deeply, savoring the smoky
flavor of her mouth.  "I must have you again," he told her seriously.

    She winked coquettishly.  "Are you kidding?  I couldn't keep away
from that giant cock if I tried!"

**********

    A long shower later and the evidence was gone.  The necklace went
deep into her lingerie drawer where her husband would never see it.
And thus began the affair.  Every couple of days she would meet up
with Carlo for passionate sex.  Her craving for his huge cock simply
increased as time went on, and though she enjoyed making love
frequently with her husband, she found herself deeply fulfilled when
her pussy was stretched around Carlo's meat.  The only drawback was
the guilt that he felt at deceiving her loving husband, but it was not
enough to make her change her slutty ways.

    The only close call came one day when she got home late from a hot
session with Carlo and was in the process of stripping when John
arrived home from work.  Terrified that he would catch her smelling of
cologne and freshly fucked, she stuffed the necklace and her
come-slathered panties into the lingerie drawer and jumped into the
shower.

    Everything went smoothly for about another week after that, but as
all affairs tend to be discovered, so was hers.  One day she came home
after a particularly wild afternoon with Carlo to find John home ahead
of her, holding a crumple of black fabric in his hands.  A gasp broke
from her throat as she realized that she had forgotten all about the
prime evidence - the come soaked panties that were now crusted and
stiff from sitting in her drawer for a week.

    "How long?" he asked simply, holding them aloft.

    "Honey, I-" she began tearfully.  A wave of his hand stopped her
dead in her tracks.  "How long?" he repeated.

    Lisa took a cigarette from her purse and lit it, pursing her lips
around the white filter.  Her pussy was dripping Carlo's load into her
panties even then as she tried to reason a way out of this
predicament.  Finally, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air, she
decided on honestly.  "A month," she admitted quietly.

    "Why?"

    She looked at her hurt husband.  "Because I was bored...lonely.
And his cock was so big.  It was like nothing I've ever seen in my
life."

    He nodded, having presumed as much.  "You've just been with him
now?"

    She shrugged minutely, taking a drag from the cigarette.

    "Strip," he ordered her.

    "John, you don't want...I mean, I can't.  You don't want to see me
right now," she pleaded.  "I'm...he's...it's still inside of me," she
said plaintively.

    "Strip!"

    Falteringly, she did as he commanded.  In moments she stood naked
before him, her lover's seed running down her thighs from her
well-fucked pussy, the lips still hanging distended from the
penetration and stretching.  She looked every inch a sex goddess.  In
spite of himself and his anger, John felt his erection growing.

    Lisa saw it instantly and her eyes widened.  Obviously John was
upset, but could it be that somehow he was also aroused by this?  She
decided to try a subtle little test.  Knowing her husband's turnons
intimately, she put her cigarette between her lips and sucked hard
until the crackling of the burning orange tip was faintly audible.
Then, with a deep long inhale and a slight pause to hold the smoke
inside, she smoothly exhaled a thick cone of blue smoke.  She let her
hand fall past her chest, brushing a stiff nipple, until it rested on
her sticky thigh and in an affected nervous motion began playing with
the gooey mess running from her twat.

    John's reaction to his sexy smoking wife was instantaneous and
electrifying.  His cock jumped and he released an involuntary moan of
excitement.  Lisa began to realize that if she played this right,
perhaps she could have her cake and eat it too.  She began slowly
approaching her husband until she stood just inches from him - close
enough to feel the heat from his skin on her naked flesh.  Seated on
the bed as he was, his face was midway between her breasts and her
navel, and less than two feet from her ripe pussy with its cargo of
pungent spooge.  Lisa slowly bent down towards him, locking his gaze
with hers as he silently waited with held breath to see what she would
do.

    She parted her lips slightly so that her pink tongue was visible,
and then ever so softly pressed her mouth to his.  John opened his
mouth reflexively when her lips touched him and she instantly slipped
her smoky tongue inside to tango with his.  He moaned as her hot, rich
kiss tantalized him.  Now was the time, Lisa thought, to go to work on
him.  She kissed him for several long minutes, and then began speaking
softly, her mouth still in contact with his and licking his lips and
tongue in between sentences.

    "I'm so sorry baby," she whispered.  "You must hate me...think I'm
such a slut for letting another man touch me."  She kissed him harder.
Noticing his hands slipping around her waist to caress her ass and
back, she went on.  "You'll probably never want to touch your whore of
a wife again."  There was no faltering in his touch as she said that,
so she continued, reaching down and grasping his rock-hard prick
through his pants.  "After another man has put his dick where only
yours belongs, and filled me with his come the way you do, you must
despise me."

    John began to protest weakly, but she hushed him.  It was true
that he was angry, but he certainly didn't hate his wife and wanted
her to know it.  Lisa smiled - her plan was working beautifully.  She
straightened and took a drag from her cigarette, pulling his face to
her tummy where he hugged and nuzzled her for a few seconds, then
kissed her skin.  Her moist lips felt warm and soft against her flesh
and she cooed softly in pleasure.

    Rewarded by her approving sounds, John kissed her stomach more
intensely, slipping his tongue into her navel, which drew a gasp of
excitement.  Lisa arched backwards, thrusting her toned midsection and
hips closer to his face and pulling his head in tighter.  Suddenly his
kisses started tracking downward until her short pubic hairs where
brushing his chin.  She held her breath intently, wondering if he was
really going down on her.  Had he somehow forgotten, in the excitement
of the moment, where she had just been and what awaited him inside of
her?

    John continued to kiss and lick his way down her pelvis, savoring
the rich arousal that filled the air pungently and pulled his face to
her womanhood like a magnet.  And then it was in front of him, lips
swollen and red, and sopping wet with an enormous amount of fluids.
Her clit was engorged to a size he had never seen on her, and it stood
straight out from her pussy with the hood fully retracted.  He pushed
his tongue against it and kissed her there.

    Lisa had an orgasm on the spot, not so much from the physical
contact, as from the knowledge that her husband was beginning to eat
the pussy that had so recently had another man's cock inside of it,
and still contained large quantities of his semen.  She unconsciously
grabbed his head and buried his face in her slit as her body shook
from the orgasm.

    Knowing that he had just made his wife come at the merest touch
was enough to make John overcome any last reservations he may have
had, just in time for her to push her sloppy twat onto his tongue like
a cock that she was riding.  He tasted more than saw the thick mixture
of sexual emissions, both hers and her lover's, that pooled onto his
tongue as he began licking her.  His cock throbbed with excitement as
he began earnestly eating his wife's creamy hole and swallowing the
fluids that rained from her.  Lisa came twice more on his tongue,
depositing the majority of Carlo's load into her husband's mouth
before she pushed him onto his back.

    "Enough," she hissed, kissing him savagely and tasting the
familiar essence of her lover on her husband's mouth.  "Fuck me!"

    She rose up and planted her hips upon him, taking him deep inside
of her.  Stretched and lubricated as her pussy was after Carlo's thick
rod, it was easy for John to slide fully within her and reach new
depths that had never before been open to him.  "Go on," she urged
him, "Fuck me hard.  Treat me like a whore!"

    He thrust upward hard to meet her rocking hips, setting off
slapping sounds as their thighs met firmly.  With one hand he reached
up and grasped her left tit hard, stretching the breast as he used it
like a lever to pull her toward him until he could roughly suck and
bite at her nipple.  Her pussy was leaking a creamy wash around his
shaft as she moaned in ecstasy.  Every movement of her slick vaginal
folds across his dick-flesh sent shivers of pleasure through his spine
and he groaned with pleasure.

    John suddenly rolled over and pinned her to the bed beneath him in
one smooth movement.  He was able to do so without disengaging and was
almost instantly thrusting away inside of her, fucking her harder than
ever before.

    She looked up at him, her eyes bright and her lips twisted in an
orgasmic leer.  "Are you teaching me a lesson?" she asked him
throatily.  "Are you fucking the shit out of me because I've been
sleeping around on you?"

    "Yes!" he gasped passionately.

    "It feels good, doesn't it?" she went on relentlessly.  "My sloppy
seconds, I mean.  And having an excuse to pound me like this."  She
wrapped her legs around his back and squeezed him in tighter as he
nodded.  "We've never fucked like this before.  I like it," she said.

    Again, he could only nod, intent on her steaming cunt and the
drilling he was giving her.  

    "If I stopped screwing Carlo, we wouldn't have this any more," she
said thoughtfully.  "And I've fucked you more in the past month than
ever before.  You could even say that this has been good for our sex
life."  Her mind was racing.  This was the moment of truth, and she
had timed it to nearly coincide with his climax.

    John was just beginning to come as her words arrived.  "Oh God,"
he grunted, "I- just - keep fucking him!" he screamed as he blasted
his hot load into his wife's hungry womb.

    They collapsed in bed afterward and soon were asleep.  John never
noticed the self-satisfied smile on Lisa's lips.

**********

Epilogue:

    Time flew by as it has a tendency to do, and before the happy
couple knew it, the snow was flying.  Soon, a trip back home to see
the families for the holidays was in order.  It was only a few minutes
into visiting Lisa's parents when her mother remarked, "Why Lisa, John
must be doing even better than you had hoped.  You're positively
dripping in jewelry.  That necklace is simply fabulous, and my God -
you've upgraded your engagement ring!  I've never seen a stone that
big before!"

    For his part, John managed a queasy half smile while Lisa touched
his hand lovingly...