As she rode the elevator up to Raymond's apartment, she was bubbling with expectation. Alone in the elevator, she pressed her hand against her cunt, as if to hold on the hot lust that was steaming between her legs. She smiled with dreamy anticipation – and hoped that Raymond was in as horny a mood as she was.

Raymond was a magnificent lover.

He was tall and handsome, lean and fit, well dressed and glib in conversation but, most importantly, he had a huge prick.

That was what Margie loved.

She was cock-eyed and cock-conscious.

The sight of a well-packed male crotch could cause her to cream her panties on the spot. Even the thought of a rampant cock often made her cream, without so much as a touch of the hand. She often fantasized about foot-long dongs – and plenty of them. Her husband had a huge pecker, himself, that was the main reason that she had married him. She wasn't sure which man had the bigger cock, Dan or Raymond – but Raymond's cock was new, that was the big difference, and she couldn't get enough of it.

In time, she expected that she would have had enough of Raymond's trick, and go home to her husband and daughter, Debby, and be a good wife and mother – until she met another man with a massive hunk of prick.

Margie had met Raymond in a cocktail lounge.

She hadn't been out looking to get picked up. She had stopped for an innocent drink after shopping, and when he had come over to her table she had been, at first, inclined to resist his advances.

Then she had noticed how the front of his well-tailored slacks bulged. And that had been that.

He had bought her three cocktails and then suggested that they go back to his luxury apartment.

She had smiled and said, "You think that I'm going to let you fuck me, don't you?" He had blinked at such directness.