Possession is nine tenth's of the law - part 2

I left the store, happy that the ring was mine. Now that I had sucked his cock and taken his cum, Francis would not be a problem over owners

I left the store, happy that the ring was mine. Now that I had sucked his cock and taken his cum, Francis would not be a problem over ownership.

You must protect the ring

I would have to be careful that experts didn't learn about its existence. I had grown attached to it, and I couldn't risk it being taken away.

Every step I took as I walked away, I felt my business partner's cum move inside me, seeping out into my panties, reminding me of my cheating. I felt dirty but excited. It had been such an easy thing to do to get what I wanted.

You could have been a slut and got what you wanted earlier in life

The thought rang true to me; if cheating was rewarded so easily, I would have to do it again, and again.

I travelled home on the tube, normally I ignored the rest of the passengers, but today they interested me. Or rather, the females interested me. I hadn't noticed women as attractive and sexy before. I had viewed some as a threat to my marriage and kept them at a distance, admired some for the way they looked and dressed, but never really stared at them to appreciate their sexual capability.

As I enjoyed the view, I saw their reactions, uncomfortable at the way I studied them, looking away to avoid my gaze but aware of my presence. 

All of them lacked control by another woman; this city was weak; it lacked a vision, a vision that I alone could see, where females formed a Matriarchy with me at its head. I needed to start recruiting.

The door opened at my stop, and a crowd disembarked, nudging me out of my reflection.

What weird thoughts I had been having. I loved my husband, I was attracted to men, but what had caused those thoughts? Maybe it was Francis telling me the story behind the ring. I picked up the pace and dismissed the idea. I needed to get home and shower; I could still feel his cum in me.

I stood under the warm shower, letting the water wash away any trace of men, purifying my body. I felt horny, horny for women, not just horny, I argued with myself, I wasn't going to do anything about it, I was just accepting a fact.

Invite your friend Faith over; you need to catch up.

It has been ages since I saw her. I should give her a call and make sure she is well, and invite her over for coffee.

"Hi Faith, I just wanted to reach out and see if you are free for coffee. It is short notice, but I know you run a jewellery store and I have the most unusual ring for you to see." Why did I feel the need to add that last bit of information? I was only asking her over for a catch-up chat.

With her curiosity piqued, she agreed to come over.

Wear that light blue dress that unfastens around the neck.

I hadn't worn that dress in several years. The last time I had worn it, I ended up making love with Adam in a cornfield. The memory made me smile. I went up to change and then brewed some fresh coffee for my guest.

"It has been a few months, time goes so fast." She said after air kissing me, and sitting down on the sofa, while I fetched her coffee.

She is sexier than you remembered her

It was strange having that thought because I had always seen her as a friend, but now as i walked back with her coffee i could see the swell of her breasts, hiding beneath the white blouse, the long slim legs advertising the fun to be had under the thigh length skirt, the short brown hair itching to have fingers run through it, and those kissable lips forming into a smile as I approached.

"Yes, I have meant to call you a few times, but we are both so busy, but I thought you needed to see this," I said, holding out my hand for her to see the ring.

I watched her glance at the ring, and then her attention grew as she looked at the carved serpent with the emerald eyes. The finely etched markings resembled skin, the thickness of the body incorporated into the design so that it looked delicate enough for a lady's finger but powerful enough to suggest a strength in the wearer.

Tell her to study the design, to look at the craftsmanship that went into the ring.

"Have you noticed the craftsmanship in the ring?"

"Yes, it is a wonderful piece of art, the head is fascinating, to be able to carve out the fangs on the Cobra is quite fantastic." She continued to study the ring.

It is not a cobra; there were no poisonous snakes in Aztec times, and we were geographically separated from South America. Tell her it is a Fer-de-Lance, one bite incapacitating the victim.

"It is a Fer-de-Lance, a poisonous snake from South America; one bite would incapacitate you."

Move closer, slowly, let her look at the ring.

I moved closer, close enough to hold it still, right under her eyes, and she reached a finger out to gently trace the carving.

"It is beautiful, the eyes seem to glow and follow you." She said, her voice lowering, her breath quickening.

Tell her to look deep into the eyes, see how lifelike they look.

"Look at the eyes, how deep and lifelike they are." She continued to stare at the beautiful ring and then suddenly whipped her finger away.

"It bit me." She rubbed at her finger.

"You must have caught your finger on a fang." I was suddenly aware of a stinging on my finger where it supported the inner ring. That must be the small tip of its tail scratching me again.

"Are you alright, Faith?" I asked as she stood up and stepped towards me.

"I want you." Her eyes seemed to glow with a jade tinge.

I felt a wave of horniness run through me. I wanted to fight it, but instead it felt like my mind was pushed to one side, and I was a spectator looking out.

"I want you too, Faith the first," My voice sounded harsher, thicker.

I was aware of my hands moving to untie the straps on my dress and it floating down off my body. Faith was stretching her arms out, her hands meeting behind my head and pulling me close to kiss me. I had never kissed a woman before, but I felt my tongue slide into her mouth and rub against hers.

Enjoy the sensation of another woman

My hands reached out of their own accord and started to undo the buttons on her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders to fall behind her. I put my hand on her breast and caressed through the white cotton bra, part of me shouting not too, another part saying enjoy. I felt my body become aroused by my actions, and when her hands caressed my breasts, I recognized my voice in the moan.

I could feel myself falling deeper into a black void; it felt like I was just an observer, although the feelings of lust ran through my veins. I saw Faith drop to her knees and bury her face between my legs. Although I could not decide my actions, the feeling of her tongue as it slid into me wormed its way into the core of my soul. This was so wrong, but my body wanted it. I could see my hands holding her head in place, even as I argued to stop.  Her hands gently worked their way up my thighs, sending delicious tingles along the way.

How can you say it is wrong when you want it so badly?

Did I just ask myself that question? It seemed so; my arguments tripped me up and undermined me. I was enjoying this, but I didn't want it.

You want to feel yourself come on another woman's tongue

"Drink my nectar and belong." Those were not my words, but they came out of my mouth. I was aware of an overwhelming climax flowing out of me, onto my friend's receptive tongue, and then I was lost in darkness.

I dreamt of female Aztec women making love under the watchful eye of a serpent totem pole, as the beautiful women made slow, sensual love to each other, I was aware on some level of my hand touching myself, encouraging me to join in the sapphic pleasure. I could hear myself arguing with my inner consciousness that it wasn't right, it was right, it wasn't right, I needed this, I didn't want this, enjoy the pleasure, fight the pleasure, the argument went on and on, and I felt myself climax as the woman in my dream orgasmed.

I woke naked on my bed, alone, Faith had left it seemed. I had had sex with another woman. What had come over me? I felt a little lightheaded as if I had been drinking, but I could still remember undoing my dress and kissing her, feeling her body and coming on her tongue. Earlier today, I had told myself I wasn't attracted to women; was I lying to myself? I must be.

You felt horny and invited her over to seduce her. It worked.

I had felt turned on from earlier on the tube, I remember now, I had asked Faith over to seduce her, and it had worked.

It felt good to cheat on your husband, again

I looked at the clock. Adam would be home soon. I had cheated on him twice today, and yet it seemed acceptable; I wasn't racked with guilt. I could still smell Faith's scent on my skin, but it was a feminine fragrance mixed with my own excreted juices. He would be sure to detect the odor, so I should take a shower.

Don't take a shower. enjoy her scent on your skin, it excites you

Maybe I didn't need to; it was exciting to have carried Francis's cum home and now to wear Faith's smeared perfume across my body. He wouldn't notice, and if he did, I could say I had been cleaning, and it was rude to point it out.

It feels good to cheat, to be deceitful, touch yourself and remember Faith

Thinking of Faith made me feel horny again, and I had twenty minutes before he was home, so I slid my fingers into my wet slit and imagined Faith's tongue working away. I soon came to a climax, and when I heard his call pull up outside, I hastily sucked my fingers clean and dressed.

"Did you have a good day?" Adam asked after he kissed me.

Does he have to kiss you when you welcome him home? It is so meaningless, none of the passion of Faith's kiss

It had felt like kissing a parent, and the thought of Faith's lips pressed against mine came to mind. That had been a kiss worth remembering, worth repeating; the thought of it happening again, cheating on Adam, excited me.

I saw his nose wrinkle a little as he smelt my odor, but I brazened it out, the thought exciting me.

"Yes, a good day at work, then coffee with Faith, and finally some cleaning in the bathroom, I am ready for a glass of wine."

"I will get it, you take a rest." He turned and walked over to pour us drinks.

Look at the fool, unsuspecting, who are you going to fuck tomorrow?

I think I started to see him in a different light as he walked away, someone easy to deceive, a bit of a fool basically, the thought of him unaware I was cheating sent delicious shivers to my honey pot. I needed someone else to use their tongue on me.

The rest of the evening, I was distracted, functioning on two levels, speaking to Adam about mundane, unimportant subjects while my mind ran through memories to select someone to seduce tomorrow.