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...