Cali was disappointed that Nash had not wanted to sleep with her that Monday night after her torturous time with Jarel. She had wanted his support, to ease some of the acute guilt she was feeling. But rather than take her frustration out on Nash, she went shopping for some of his favourite foods and a pack of his favourite beer. She also used some of Jarel's money to buy a new sundress, similar to the one Jarel had destroyed, and hoped Nash would not notice the difference.

She was appalled and somewhat confused by how horny she got trying on the dress. She very nearly put the dress back on the rack, worried about the memories it would evoke when she wore it in the future.

Wednesday, Pat from next door popped over and pressed her for information about what had happened on Monday.

"Nothing," Cali snapped. But Pat stopped her and said she'd seen the big black dude leave.

Caught out, Cali capitulated and let Pat milk some details from her. But she was too embarrassed to admit to all she had done. Remembering how insistent Jarel had been that she not tell anyone about him, she made out his name was Jaden, and said she didn't know what he did or where he worked. 

"Jaden is not what you called him last week," Pat replied.

"I was not thinking straight. Maybe I called him something else. I don't remember."

As Pat milked more of what had happened from Cali, she began responding to every new revelation with, "You lucky little bitch. I wish that were me."

So Cali was not surprised when Pat began pressing her to share Jaden/Jarel with her during his next visit. She was mortified with the thought of another person seeing how willingly she'd succumbed to his demands on his visit, and the extent of her arousal. She held back from mentioning that Jarel was coming around again that Friday. Instead, she made out that she might not see him again.

Pat changed the subject, "Will you come to dinner with us this Saturday night? It's at Nicky and Grayson's. They have a house above Millard Canyon, with amazing views."

Cali hesitated, knowing she and Nash had nothing on, but Grayson was a bit of a player and had made passes at her the last time they had met.

Pat saw her hesitation. "Look, he's a bit of a flirt, and as you probably surmised, Nicky is not pure as snow. But I'd like to have you there to take some of the heat off me. You'll find them interesting, and they always put on a good spread." 

After Pat assured Cali that Grayson was all talk and that she'd look out for her, Cali agreed to go to the dinner party.

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Friday morning, Cali woke with butterflies in her stomach. She felt a flare of annoyance when she realised her upset stomach was due to her anticipation of another rendezvous with Jarel. To punish herself, she decided she would wear the frumpiest clothes to make herself less appealing. Except when she went to the bedroom to dress, she found herself looking for the sexiest items she owned. And before she could stop herself, she was digging out what was left of Jarel's money and heading out to the shops, as she owned nothing that she felt was suitable.

Her first stop was at Romantix in Pasadena, an Adult Boutique not far from their home. She hoped to hell that no one she knew saw her there.

She only had an hour, as she needed to get back home and start lunch. So she hurried around the store, and when she saw the Baby Doll nightie set displayed on a shop dummy, she knew she had to have it. The thought of her opening the door to him wearing only that had her instantly wet. The lingerie was exquisite, featuring an ultra sheer, lacy, low-cut top and a brief thong, all in black. 

Next stop was the supermarket, where she bought a ready-made salad and the ingredients to knock up a chicken hotpot.

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Cali was ready to dish up soon after midday, then sat in agonising panic, waiting for Jarel to arrive. She didn't have the courage to go to the door in the nightie, so she pulled on her robe over it. She heard the car drive up beside the house at 12:50 and looked out the window to see a light blue Ford Taurus pull to a stop. Thinking it may be someone else, she was mighty relieved when she saw Jarel's bulk unfold from the driver's door and head around the back of their house.

She rushed to open the back door and saw he was holding a large overnight bag. She was going to comment that he couldn't stay overnight, when he interrupted her. "I had to visit some of my boys on the way here, and pick up the week's takings. I don't want to leave it in the car."

"I don't want drug money in my house!" Cali snapped.

Jarel looked around. "Can I lock it in that shed then?"

"Sure." Holding the robe closed, she reached inside the door and grabbed the large key hanging there. Then, giving him a filthy look for not commenting on her lingerie, she led him down the path to the shed.

"What's wrong with leaving it in your car?"

"I know you probably think your neighbourhood is safe. But in many parts of this city, I would only take a minute, and some kid could be off down the street in the old Ford."

"Where is your car? At the body shop?" Cali asked.

"No, I always use one of the company's old dingers for collections."

Cali just nodded to him and opened the shed. Jarel dropped the bag inside, turned the key in the lock and stuck it in his pocket.

"I take it there is a lot of money in the bag?"

"Should be a couple of hundred grand," he said calmly. "I feel a bit more relaxed now it's locked in there."

"You can leave it there for a couple of days. Good luck finding me when you return, though."

Jarel laughed. "Let's go check out that beautiful lingerie you're wearing."

"I was beginning to think you hadn't noticed. What's with the suit?"

"I wear a suit most days. The day we met, I was wearing more casual gear, but that was because I'd not been into the office."

As they stepped back into the house, Jarel removed Cali's robe and whistled at her negligee,."Fuck, you're beautiful. I truly am a lucky bastard to have met you."

"Not so good for me, though. You have turned my life upside down, and when Nash finds out, as I'm sure he will, you will have ruined it."

Jarel tried to look contrite but failed. Instead, he pulled her to him and grabbed a handful of her ass. Cali let out a squeal and said they should eat first. Then, wriggling out of his grasp, she went to the kitchen.

Jarel was hungry. He told her he hadn't eaten since dinner the night before and, as an afterthought, added that it was in Tijuana.

Cali was all het-up and nervous. She hated Jarel, yet realised that she had been looking forward to being taken by him all week. How the hell did that work? She almost whooped in delight when Jarel finished eating and made moves to molest her.

Jarel stood and moved around the table behind her. He dug his fingers into the muscles beside her neck and applied enough pressure to make her groan. He kept the pressure just below her pain threshold, and she wondered how he knew her limits. Then he bent down to whisper in her ear, "How do you want me to take you? What is your favourite position?"

Cali clamped her mouth shut. She wanted to respond and tell him some of the positions she'd fantasised about during the week, but knew that would let him know she was now more than willing. And that was inconceivably wrong. For her own sanity, she had to have him force her against her will, or all she believed in, the sanctity of marriage, being a faithful wife, and remaining steadfast to her marriage vows would be for naught.

Jarel seemed to sense what she was thinking. He pulled her from the chair. "On your hands and knees. We'll do it doggy. Let's see if you like it that way."

He pushed her down, pulled the tiny thong to the side and rammed two fingers in hard.

"Damn, that's a sweet pussy," he growled.

"Better than those girls at the whorehouse?" Cali whispered.

"Oh yes. Different, though, in that they are all shaved. I much prefer a nice hairy bush, like yours."

Finding Cali already wet, Jarel withdrew his fingers and thrust himself home, not bothering to be gentle this time, as he had come to realise she liked it a bit rough. Cali groaned and began humping back into him. He held still and watched as she bucked into him as hard and fast as her hips would move.

He felt the urge to ejaculate building fast, and pulled back until his length slipped out. "Lord girl. I'm going to cum. I've been thinking about this all week."

Cali's ass followed his withdrawing hips. She jerked it around, trying to get him to keep fucking her. Against her better judgment, she whimpered, "I don't care, keep going, I've been thinking about this all week, too."

So Jarel began thrusting into her again and told her to work herself off as he couldn't last long. Cali thrust her hand between her legs and began frigging herself frantically. In a matter of minutes, they both came and collapsed beside one another on the floor.

Once Cali had gotten her breath back, she asked him where he lived.

Jarel chided, "Girl, I told you not to ask questions. You already know too much for your own good."

"I'm just making small talk. I wasn't after an address, I just wondered if you live in some mansion by the sea or a flashy apartment in the Hollywood Hills?"

Jarel relaxed. "Everyone believes I live in a studio apartment above the offices at the freight company. But for security reasons, I actually live in another apartment nearby. It's modern, I had it built six years ago."

"If no one knows about your apartment, could we use that instead of your coming here? My neighbour has already seen you, and she's a gossip, so even though I've asked her to keep her mouth shut. I'm sure she'll drop something at an inopportune time. And, as much as you think Nash will never come home early, what if he does?"

Jarel went silent, and Cali held her breath, expecting the worst. Then he said he'd think about it, but he'd need some assurances from her.  Then he added, "I need to go soon. Come here." He rolled in behind her, enveloping her in his arms. She could feel his cock hardening against her back.

"Jeez, you're getting hard again," Cali said, sounding more than eager.

"Is that a problem? Seems to me you're ready for some more."

Cali knew she should at least be pretending she was being forced, but, hell, she was more than ready to have him again. 

Jarel pulled her to her feet, walked her to the kitchen and pushed her back against the island bench. Cali spread her legs slightly and thrust her pelvis forward. She took his massive shaft, spread herself, and guided him home.  God, she was so lubricated that she accepted his monster even more easily this time. She held onto the base, pulling it in each time he thrust. Just the thought of his massive black snake almost made her cum.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," she yelled, then coloured up at the profanity she'd just uttered.

"Good girl. I want to bring you off first, though, so hurry up and cum."

Cali let go of his cock, leaned back, and began frigging herself off. It seemed like seconds, and she was climaxing. Jarel pulled out, pulled her off the bench and pushed her to her knees. Cali propelled herself forward and took as much of him as she could fit in her mouth. Her jaw ached. It was forced so wide, and she gagged when he spasmed and thrust into her too hard.

She tried to suck, wanting to be the best he'd ever had. But the first spurt hit the back of her throat with some force, and she gagged again. She was in the middle of swallowing when the second burst of his thick, savoury cream flooded her mouth. Seeing she was choking, Jarel pulled back to allow her to catch a breath. A trickle of his sperm dribbled down her chin and dropped onto her breasts. Jarel scooped it up and fingered it between her lips, then moaned as Cali eagerly licked up every drop.

As Cali swallowed, Jarel rammed home again, and another spurt emptied onto her tongue. The thick, sticky fluid released some primeval reaction, and her frigging fingers upped their pace and brought on a second orgasm. Hell, she'd never had two in quick succession like that before. 

Slowly, she regained her composure, swallowing hard to remove the last vestiges of his mess. She must have been out of it for a second, as Jarel was already over by the settee, donning his suit. She reached into one of the kitchen drawers and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wiped her chin, her breasts, and then some of his mess from the floor.

Cali was still on her knees by the island bench when Jarel came in to say farewell. He leaned down and kissed her. A lovely, soft, sensitive kiss that belied the roughness he'd shown only moments before.

"That was quite amazing. You are one horny little slut. I don't want to go. But I must deliver that money."

Giving her another quick kiss, he was out the door. She heard him open the shed, then the back door clicked shut, and she knew he had returned the key.

She sat there on the kitchen floor, listening to the sound of his car reversing down the drive. She was just too buggered to move. Finally, worried that Pat would have seen Jarel leave and be on her way over, she hauled herself up and headed for the shower. She caught her image in the bathroom mirror and was shocked by what she saw. She looked like she had been fucked by a dozen men. God, she thought, what has come over me? The bastard's right, I have turned into a slut.

The shower perked her up, and she got dressed in shorts and a sexy top, wanting to look good for Nash. She needed his love and some emotional support, so she could believe she wasn't totally lost. She had just finished tidying up all traces of her lunch with Jarel when she heard Nash's car come up the drive. She checked her watch: 4:20. Bloody hell, what was he doing home? She flew around the house checking for any signs of her debauched behaviour, but all seemed to be in order. At the last second, she saw an envelope on the kitchen bench. She slid it in the cutlery drawer, right at the back, knowing that Jarel had left her money again.

When Nash walked through the back door, she panicked. She could see that something was not right. She wrapped her arms around him, bracing herself for his angry onslaught. She was certain he'd been sitting down the street and watched Jarel leave.

But Nash shrugged her away, "Not now. Maybe tomorrow." He headed to the fridge to grab a beer.

With some relief, Cali sat and listened as Nash explained he'd argued with his supervisor, as she had made a derogatory comment about his missing out on the last promotion. He knew the woman was not as qualified as he was, which made her jealous, but he retaliated.

He'd been called to see the manager and had been sent home so the manager could take the supervisor aside and reprimand her. The boss had confirmed again that, in four or at most five months, a management job was coming up in San Francisco, provided he could wait that long. Then he hinted that his salary would increase by at least a third. And so he must hang in and ignore Betty's gibes. 

Not looking at all confident, Nash asked Cali how she felt about moving to San Francisco. She could tell he was worried she would not want to go. 

Cali sat in thought. One negative popped into her mind: she would miss her meetings with Jarel. But, on second thought, that really was a positive. She needed to get away from him, or her marriage would surely be destroyed. She could easily add up many positives. Getting away from her mother-in-law's condescending, snobby glares was at the top of her list.

They were in bed by 10:00, and even though she tried to tempt Nash with sex, true to his word, he put her off and rolled to his side of the bed. The following morning, she woke to find Nash at the side of the bed with her breakfast on a tray. She had had the best night's sleep in years. She'd not moved from when her head hit the pillow.

But again, she was to be disappointed. "You've slept in," said Nash. "I have to go. I've got a Homer, sorting out the books for a client from the bank."

And with that cold announcement, he marched out of the bedroom. Cali yelled after him, "You need to be home by 5:00. We have to be over at Pat and Mike's before 6:00." 

Nash stuck his head around the door. "What's that about?"

"I told you last night. We're going to a dinner party at some friends of theirs."

"Oh," was all he replied and he disappeared out the door.

Not long after Nash had left, Cali's phone pinged, and she saw she had a text from 'J' asking if he...