"Guess what?" she'd said. "What?"

"I am," she told him.

And, of course, she did. She also sucked his cock and sat on his face and that first afternoon together had been a satisfying occasion. She had gone to his place every second or third day after that, and the sex was still as vigorous and enjoyable as it had been the first time.

She hoped it would be the same today.

Raymond lived on the top floor.

Margie rubbed her cunt on the ride up and by the time the elevator hissed to a halt, she had almost brought herself to an orgasm. The door opened. She was leaning against the wall, her hand cupped over her crotch.

A man and a woman waited to get in.

They gasped when they saw her.

Margie blushed. But only slightly. She was not a woman who had many inhibitions.

She smiled at them and walked out of the elevator. They turned, watching her go down the corridor, her lush hips swaying far more than necessary. They shrugged and got in the elevator.

Margie went down to Raymond's apartment.

Raymond was, wearing a velvet smoking jacket when he opened the door. He had crisp, dark hair and a smile that flashed lots of even, white enamel.

He held the door open and Margie walked in, feeling very much at home in his apartment.

"Want a drink?" he asked.

"Later," she said.

"Later, when?" he said, grinning – because he knew exactly what she had in mind.

"After you fuck my ass off," said the unfaithful and adulterous woman.

Raymond's eyebrows lifted.

So did his prick.

It was just as if his eyebrows and his cock were somehow linked so that when one went up it levered the other, as well. And Margie's eyes automatically went down while her lips turned up in a lascivious smile as she stared at the growing lump in his trousers.

His massive cock was threatening to rip right through his pants – and she hadn't even touched it yet!