After The Affair

She picked up the little amethyst orb off the table, "Stuff like this," she choked out.

He took it from her outstretched hand and toyed with it in his hand. "How much do they cost?"

She whispered, "I paid thirty-five dollars for that one."

He nodded, "Okay then, how much did Vanessa pay for it?"

"Eight dollars," she whispered.

Startled, he did some quick calculations, "Hmmmm, that's quite a mark-up. How much do you pay for the lease, insurance, electricity?"

"Honey, all we pay for is insurance and the stall site, which is two hundred dollars a week, that includes everything."

He mused over her outpourings. It was too late to get out of it now, anyway, and it seemed to bring a smile to her face. This was the happiest she had been in ages, "Well, good luck, Luv," he stated softly, peering at her with his head tilted questioningly. "You don't need my help with anything?" he asked.

She smiled. "Well, I would love it if you could come down and have a look with me tomorrow."

"What time do you start?"

"About eight o'clock."

That night in bed they made love with a new passion, Piper leading the way with a wanton heated desire they hadn't felt or enjoyed for a long time.

Afterwards, bathing in the warm glow of sexual exhaustion Liam thought, 'Well if this is all it took, halle bloody lujah.'

It was lunchtime before Liam could get down to the market to check out Piper's new business. It was only small, and he did a quick look over it. Piper introduced him to Vanessa, who was there as well, having agreed to stay on for a few days to help out and see Piper through the transition. There were hugs all around and Liam was drawn to Vanessa. She had a sort of vibe about her and he instantly recognised why Piper got on with her so well.

Vanessa minded the store as Piper dragged Liam around the other stalls, introducing him to everyone. He was impressed, that's for sure. She knew them all and they seemed to like her. The bright effusive enthusiasm soon flowed into him and he nodded. "Well, I have to say, this was a bit of a shock, but if it's what you want, I'm all for it. Plus, it's certainly going to keep you out of mischief for a while."

She jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately, "Thank you, Sweets, I know I should have talked to you first, but I have been so moody and sad lately, this just seemed like a good opportunity."

He enjoyed the sensual kiss, her hot juicy lips sliding over his, her pointy little tits prodding him through his suit, her tongue playfully slithering around his, her pussy snuggling against his growing enthusiasm.

She whispered wetly in his ear, "Honey, I will make it up to you if you can get home, well, that is if a replay of last night sounds like something you might enjoy?"

Her pussy wriggled and pulsed so hot he felt it through his trousers, "Sounds perfect, but I can't promise, Luv, you know how big this deal I'm working on is."

She pouted sadly. "I know it's important, Sweets, but you need time away from work, I know you love your job, but honey there's more to life than work."

He grimaced at her words, wishing he had the nerve to tell her how much he hated it, but with her out of work and having just thrown away twelve thousand dollars it was more important than ever. "Piper, I'm sorry, but I think I will be late tonight, I have a meeting scheduled for five and it might drag on forever."

As predicted, it was late when he got home, and he was tired and frustrated. He hated those damn meetings; some attendees just loved the sound of their own voice and the feeling of power it gave them.

Dinner was ready and waiting. Piper had stalled it hoping they could eat together. All through dinner she prattled on and on about her day and how exciting it had been. All the while he sat listening, trying to look interested, but all the while, he wished she would just shut up.

After dinner, she suggested they have an early night. She used her most seductive inviting voice, and as tired as he was, the thought of sex brightened his mood. Remembering back to the previous night, it brought a smile to his face.

She helped him undress and whispered, "You lie here, Baby, while I go and slip into something more appropriate."

She had brought the sexiest panty and bra set at the little lingerie stall, and coupled with the flimsy almost transparent nightie, she looked sexy. Doing a quick twirl in front of the full-length mirror, she admired her sexy curves. Without sounding vain she murmured, "You look all right for an old bird." As a last-minute addition, she rolled on a pair of black seamed stockings, his favourite, touched up her bright red lipstick and strutted back into the bedroom with her arms thrown in the air and a throaty "Ta dah!"

Nothing.... not a peep. As she sauntered over to the bed, she found him sound asleep, his naughty little snores outlining how exhausted he was.

"Damn it." She grumbled sliding in beside him. His naked flesh rubbing against her thinly vailed body. Frustrated she cuddled up to his back and waited for sleep to overtake her.

Vince was waiting for Piper as she pulled up to the markets to open her shop, "Good morning gorgeous." He smiled.

She batted her eyes flirtatiously, "Thanks, at least somebody thinks so."

He grinned that roguish grin, "Oh, Darlin, you are like a sexy streak of excitement, far more powerful than Viagra, I'm already hard just looking at you."

She blushed at his words, but noted that her hips swayed as she sauntered in front of him. It might have been a bit naughty, but he was harmless.

He opened up the big sliding doors, letting the bright morning sunshine into the old building. He walked her to her stall and helped moving the racks out into the walkway and moved the tables, getting it ready for the day, "Thanks, Handsome."

He smiled knowingly, "Oh, that wasn't for free, Darlin, there is a charge."

Seductively she whispered, "A charge, aye, and what would that be?"

He walked up to her, so they were almost touching, bent down and whispered in her ear. "Oh, I don't know, Darlin, what about a blowjob?"

She stepped back, stumbling a little, "What?" His words shocked her, she shuddered at the outwardly overt rush of sexual energy.

He grinned, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but let me be honest; you're a very sexy woman, Pip, I have dreamed many times about what your body would feel like against me."

"Vince." She stuttered, "I'm a married woman, you know that."

With that damn sexy grin pasted across his face he replied huskily, "Sorry, I can't help it."

He helped her open up before running off to help the other stallholders. After he was gone, she shivered, her whole body trembling. 'God almighty.' she said to herself. Reaching down with her hand she squeezed her pussy, feeling the engorged swollen lips. Aroused, damn she felt so dirty, so sexy and alive, it was a real rush.

It was later the next day when he invited her for lunch, they sat at the little souvlaki cart, "Darlin, you need to make the most of your assets."

She queried him, "What do you mean, Vince?"

His smile turned into a lecherous sneer, "You're a bloody gorgeous sexy bird; dress a little sexy, men will fall over themselves to come and buy your wares."

She giggled stupidly at his compliment. "So, if I dress like a slapper I'll do better."

"No, you silly woman, dress sexy, not slutty; men will fall over themselves to talk to you. You, my sexy little darlin, are one sexy bird, make the most of it, use the tools god gave you."

At home that night, she rummaged through her wardrobe searching out suitable outfits. She had plenty of sexy stuff, but normally she reserved it for parties and nights out. Not that there had been many of those lately.

She toyed with her makeup and tried on several outfits. Smirking, she thought, 'Well, if you want sexy you've got it.' She trembled, remembering his comments about blowjobs. As she showered, she couldn't help letting her hand slip between her legs and her fingers slide into her pouting pussy. The lips were swollen and red with desire.

Leaning back against the tiled wall, she let her fingers slide inside, it had been a long time since she'd masturbated but at the moment, she couldn't help it. Her mind filled with images, not of her husband, but the roguish Vince. She couldn't help it, her legs parted, her knees trembling, trying to keep herself steady as her fingers slid easily into her gasping slit.

'Oh, my god,' she thought as her eyes closed under the steaming water, 'I'm going to come, oh god, Vince...'

She gasped and the thought she couldn't clear was, 'Vince, oh my god, I was thinking about Vince."

Feeling as guilty as she had ever felt in her life, she scurried around, quickly making dinner. Liam wandered in and again looked exhausted, "Hi, Luv," he croaked as he lurched in, and the guilt choked her as she saw how tired and stressed, he looked.

They sat down to a wonderful meal and a bottle of wine. They talked about their days; Piper full of bubbly enthusiasm and Liam grumpily moaning about his. She looked after the dishes and the cleaning up, and Liam slumped into the sofa with a glass of scotch.

Piper came in and as he leaned against her, she rubbed his shoulders, she massaged squeezing his tight muscles, "Oh, Sweets, you have to slow down, you haven't been home before seven this week."

She kissed his neck as her hands continued to work, "Hon, please, take your foot off the pedal."

He chuckled, enjoying her amazing hands, "Hon, if I can just get through this then I will try, but right now it's too big and we need the money."

If she felt guilty before, now she felt like shit, "I'm sorry, Sweets, it's all my fault."

He tut-tutted her, "No, Babe, it wasn't your fault, but just at the moment I need to push on."

She couldn't find any words to ease his feeling of burden, still finding her way with the new business she wasn't adding much; plus. she had spent the money to buy it. She was having fun and he was working his arse off trying to keep their plans on track.

She walked out to make a hot chocolate before bed, but like the other nights this week he was asleep on the sofa before she got back. She curled up beside him, his arms wrapped around her holding her tight on the big sofa, tears flowed from her as she contemplated her actions.

Getting ready to go the next morning she dressed as sexily as she dared. If Vince was right, she would do everything in her power to make this business a success. She was already surprised at how business had picked up since taking over. Maybe she could entice in a few men by being flirtatious and dressing sexily. If that's what it took, then she was going to do it.

The moment Vince saw her his eyes popped and he gave her a loud cat call, "Holy shit, girl, you're looking good, bloody hell you're making me hard just looking at you."

She had meant to try and keep things professional between them, but his whistle caught her off guard and she blushed giving him a little curtsy, "Thank you, kind sir."

His eyes roved up and down her sexy figure, the figure-hugging dress that only came down to mid-thigh showed off her gorgeous nylon clad legs to the maximum. She decided this morning to go the whole hog and worn Liam's favourite black stockings. He had told her many times how much he and most men loved women clad in stockings.

Vince couldn't help himself and the sleazy comments kept coming, "You are a walking wet dream, Pip."

She smiled as she played his game, giving him a show of her legs by raising the hem just a little.

As the week progressed, Piper couldn't believe how well the sales went. Her little stall filled with men, most were just there for a cheap perv, but once she had them in her web, she pounced, pouring fuel on the fire with her flirty comments and behaviour.

Vince's advice paid dividends. Her sales skyrocketed. But it wasn't just the sales, she felt good about herself, she was now contributing to the household again, and she felt proud and jubilant.

Unfortunately, things at home were not the same. She tried to lift Liam, but he was getting home later and later, looking ever more exhausted. Sex, Christ there was no chance, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

The weekend didn't help as she thought it might, she had to work both Saturday and Sunday and even although she had good days, she came home to find Liam slaving over his computer buried in work, again after dinner and a glass of his favourite scotch he was asleep.

Halfway through the next week she had to take stock. By mid-afternoon, she was looking at the empty holes on her tables. She had used all the remaining stock from the shop. She had a new order placed but it would be days before delivery.

The stall holders all had the use of a container stored down the side of the old building and she knew she had some stock stored in there. After organising for Lisa to look after her stall she chased down Vince to unlock the container and let her in.

She found him chatting up Charise, the stall holder who sold the sexy lingerie. She rushed up to him, "Vince could you unlock the container for me? I need to get some stock."

He smirked, "For you, sexy lady, anything."

Charise spluttered, "Wow, Piper, you look sensational."

They arrived at the container and he ushered her in by patting her on the bum. "God you've got a sexy arse."

She tried to play it down by saying, "Steady on, you randy bugger."

She was surprised when he pulled the large doors closed behind them and slipped the lock. He turned on the light and she bent over the table to check the items; most of her stuff was right at the back. As she reached across the table, she felt Vince behind her, his crotch jammed against her arse, his hands holding her hips as he ground what was a large lump into the crack of her arse, his wet lips closing over the exposed flesh of her neck.

Shocked, she moaned nervously, "Vince, stop please, I'm a married woman."

His hand slid off her hip and wrapped around her waist until he had a handful of her pussy. He squeezed hard and she gasped, "Vince, please stop, I can't do this."

He pinched her lips squeezing her clit between the moistening lips. She sucked in a big breath as he ground harder his now very prominent noticeable bulge, "Fuck, you've got a sexy arse, Jesus, girl, fuck I've been hard all morning thinking about this."

His finger slipped into her slit as he rubbed her thickening clit, using her own lips, massaging and probing, his fingers easing under the hem of her panties.

'JESUS WHY DIDN'T I WEAR PROPER PANTIES,' she whimpered under her breath. In keeping with her sexy attire, she had chosen a pair of very skimpy briefs.

As his fingers worked into her crevice, his other hand came up to grab a handful of her boob. He mauled it roughly, his massive palms rubbing and pawing at her swollen, erect nipples.

He tweaked her nipple, pulling it crudely, "Oh damn, you sexy bitch, god your cunt is fucking wet, you want it don't you, don't be afraid girl, enjoy it."

"Vince..." She whimpered weakly, "Please, I'm married."

"Yes, you are, Darlin, and he is one lucky bastard, Christ, I want to feel you wrapped around my cock. Can you feel it... god I fucking want you."

His mouth closed over her ears as he shoved his tongue inside, slobbering, leaving saliva everywhere. She turned her head to beg him to stop but his mouth closed over hers and his tongue probed and parried, sliding around her open mouth like a rampaging bull. He took no prisoners, and as his tongue slithered crazily around, she couldn't help but return his rapacious attack. Her tongue joined the fray, dancing and playing sensuously.

As their tongues fenced, his fingers plunged into her swollen, gasping pussy. The thin almost non-existent material of her panties jammed up inside her, chafing against her clit, making her tremble and purr. She could feel the orgasm building and she jerked against his hand, "Oh, you sexy little bitch, you're close aren't you? You're going to come, aren't you?"

His thrusting fingers speeding up as they stabbed her convulsing wet sodden pussy. She was close, "Oh fuck," she whimpered. 'NO DON'T COME,' she said to herself, 'NOT FOR HIM, 'DON'T DO IT.'

He would have none of it though, his rough probing fingers jammed up inside her so hard he lifted her off the ground. She was disgusted with herself as she heard the sloshy squishy sounds of her sodden pussy. She felt like a cheap slut as her orgasm rushed towards her. Out of control she moaned loudly, her body shuddering wildly. She bit her lip so tightly it almost bled, trying to stifle the cries of passion.

Her orgasm arrived like a bomb, exploding, the air sucked from her lungs, panting wantonly she leaned forward on her hands, trying in vain to breathe.

Vince's hand dropped from her boob and she felt him free his swollen cock from his pants as he pulled her panties clumsily down her legs. She knew what was coming, but couldn't stop it if she wanted to. The fat mushroom head of his cock drove up into her squelching sodden hole until there was nothing left. He felt huge, he filled her completely and this time, she couldn't stifle the moan, "Oh god."

He laughed coarsely. "You like it don't you, god damn you're wet, even my balls are saturated."

In and out he drove, his cock pummelling her insides like a jack-hammer, the muffled slap of his balls on her pussy echoing in the steel container, "Oh fuck, girl, you're wet, and tight, so fucking tight."

His coarse cockney accent was only making the words sound filthier. She didn't care; right at that moment another orgasm was rising from the depths of her stomach and it was huge. She started thrusting back against his thrusts, matching him stroke for stroke.

His hands grabbed her hips and he grunted roughly. "Oh fuck, here it comes, Darlin, here it comes, do you want it?"

Without answering, she jammed her pussy back, impaling herself deeper on his invading shaft.

"Do you want it, Pip, tell me, Darlin, do you want it?"

Unbelievably she purred, "Yes, do it, I want it, yes... yes, do it, fuck I'm going to come."

"Yes, Darlin, come, come all over my cock."

She did, she came so hard she almost lost consciousness, then she felt it, his bulbous cock exploding his filthy seed deep inside her palpating pussy.

Afterwards, his softening cock slipped out of her and she couldn't hold back the tears. "What have you done, god, I'm a married woman. What will Liam say?"

He turned her around and kissed her hard, his tongue slithering in and caressing her own, she didn't fight it she was lost to her lust, "Darlin, you tell him nothing; he doesn't need to know; this is between you and me. Don't tell me you didn't like it because I felt it, you loved it."

Her tears washed over her as Vince wandered to the back and found some tissues to help her clean up, and then showed her some bundled cosmetics so she could touch up her makeup.

He boxed up a collection of her gemstones and crystals and another box of incense sticks, "These will go well. Vanessa always sold a bundle of them."

Back at her stall Lisa complained, "Bloody hell where have you been? I thought you must have run off home."

Trying to fight back the tears she moaned, "It took ages to find the stuff, sorry, Honey."

Lisa giggled, "Oh stop it I was only messing with you."

By the end of the day, Piper had just about sold out. She was angry at herself, and yet proud of herself all at the same time. 'WHAT A TRAMP,' she chided herself. 'YOU FILTHY BITCH. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?'

At home, she jumped straight into the shower, scrubbing herself until she felt raw, her tears flowing as fast as the shower jets.