A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1) (3 page)

I began to wonder, had I subconsciously planned this? I was without my wedding ring and appropriate identification. Something I’d never consciously do. I don’t even remember removing these items. The only thing I was sure of: my body was hot for this complete stranger. I needed to get out of there before I did something I couldn’t undo and regret for the rest of my life. I struggled to my feet and fell forward into Alessandro’s arms.

“I don’t know if I should take it as a compliment or condemnation, that the sight of me keeps you off your feet.” He smiled into my eyes, his arm holding me tight against his torso. My nipples hardened to the pressure of touching his chest. I pushed away hoping he hadn’t felt it too.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

“If you apologise once more, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“I’m sorry.” The words slipped out before I was conscious of even uttering them.

His lips found mine; his tongue forced my lips apart. My mouth opened to receive him. His tasted so sweet like caramel and chocolate. My hands moved to his hair as I dragged him in closer. As the kiss deepened, my body melted into his. My stomach flipped over to the quivering in my groin. Somewhere in the haze of my desire, I heard a voice say,
this is wrong, you don’t even know this man.

I tried to push myself from within the circle of his arms, but I was either too weak or my body just didn’t want to respond, to separate from his. I loved how it felt when the pressure in his pants dug into me.

I finally tore my lips away and tried to put some distance between us, but only succeeded in falling back into the sofa.

“I can’t,” I said, and shook my head. “We mustn’t—I’m not…” I was about to tell him I wasn’t free to act this way. I was a married woman, this was wrong. But he joined me on the sofa and covered my face with tiny assured kisses, brushing my forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. I opened my mouth to protest. He covered my lips with his own.

I felt lost. 

“Ti voglio,” he said, nibbling at my ear. “If you only knew how long I waited for this moment. Mia cara. I watched you from my study every week as you do your shopping.”

“You’ve been watching me? Every week!” This revelation gave me the strength I needed to push away from him. Was I in the home of my stalker? Still, the news did little to unsettle me. I was more curious than scared. This Adonis of a man had been watching me. A boring thirty eight year old homemaker dithering on the borders of middle age. There was nothing special about me. Plain in looks with mousy blond hair, my grey eyes and long dark eyelashes were my only redeeming features.

“S
ì,
cara, I watch you from upstairs at my study window. I see when your car enters the car park; then I go shopping too. I only buy a few things as I watch you walk around the store putting items into your basket from your list as you mumble to yourself. So many times I wanted to approach you. Today gave me that opportunity,” he said, absently stroking my hair. His desires burned into me as I gazed into his eyes

I felt surprised, yet flattered.
How was it, I’d never noticed this Italian God before? Maybe I had and pretended not to. Otherwise, why am I here, minus my wedding band and ID?
My body reacted to him sliding his hand up my leg until it reached my sweet spot. I sighed and fell backwards onto the sofa. His fingers traced the damp patch on the crotch of my panties and along my slit. All thoughts of being married, of Jeff, temporarily forgotten as I basked in the sensation running thorough my body.

My legs voluntarily separated to allow better access. I heard his sharp intake of air as his breathing became unsteady. “Mia Dio, la tua bellezza…” he whispered, pulling one of my legs onto his lap. He lowered his head to my knee and began kissing his way up my leg. The citrus scent of his aftershave and the pounding of my heart intoxicated me. A sense of euphoria crept up at me. I became giddy with the possibility of my snatch receiving special treatment twice, and by two different men in less than twenty-four hours.

Alessandro, raised my leg, which was nestled on his lap, and placed it over his shoulder and behind him onto the sofa as he moved between my legs and onto the floor in front of me. Pushing my legs farther apart, he shoved his face between them, covering my snatch with his mouth over the material of my panties. I gasped as he rubbed his face from side to side with the crotch of my panties between his teeth.

The sensation was like nothing I’d ever experienced; his hot breath against the material of my panties warmed me. It was amazing. He stopped, sliding his tongue up and down my slit to my crack, over the fabric lingering there. Shifting my panties aside his tongue darted in and out of my arse. I began to squeal, my voice sounded foreign to my ears. Goosebumps travelled over my flesh. My legs now on his shoulders. I grabbed his head, the silken strands laced between my fingers as I bucked forward pulling his head still deeper. As my orgasm approached, my toes curled and I began to gyrate about his head.

Alessandro left his ministration of my arse and moved to find my clit. He nibbled and sucked on my tender flesh. My mind skyrocketed to another dimension as the floodgates to my desires opened and released sixteen years of pent up desire gushing into his face, soaking my panties. My cries of ecstasy were extreme. It’s a wonder no one called the police to complain and have them check out the disturbance.

Alessandro’s hand attempted to pull down my panties. I grabbed his hands. “No please. I’d like to keep them on. I’m too nervous to remove them.” He looked at me with understanding. “It’s okay, I can work around them,” he said, and moved back to the sofa. He removed his sweat pants and rolled a condom onto his perfect penis. I watched as he struggled to pull the latex over his long, thick phallus. It looked too small, but he managed to stretch it. Leaving what looked like a little cap on top. I smiled, it reminded me of the Royal Guards standing on guard outside Buckingham Palace, in that little box.

I’ve only ever seen one other penis up close in real life and that was Jeff’s. Alessandro’s cock was so different. It didn’t have that extra skin Jeff’s had or those sticky out veins. It was as thick as Jeff’s, but looked terrifyingly longer. I wondered if I’d be able to accommodate such a monster cock. My throbbing snatch was aching to find out. Alessandro glanced towards me now he’d finished covering his dick with rubber.

“Do you want to touch it, cara?” he cooed, his accent became more apparent as his arousal intensified. “Voglio sentire il tuo tocco leggero sul mia cazzo.”

I had no idea what he’d said, but it sounded as sexy as hell. It was like music to my ears and set my juices flowing all over again. My body had never felt so alive. He took my hand, stroking it up and down his length. It sent shock waves up my arm, through my spine and settled in my centre. I could barely fit my hand around him. He lay back on the sofa, sighing with his eyes closed as I gently stroked him.

“Continua a toccarmi così. Don’t stop,” he said, covering my hand with his own.

Chapter Four

“Vieni, dolcezza, lascia che mi prenda cura di te.” He said as he lifted me towards him.

“English please, I don’t understand,” I said, trembling at his words. I may not have understand the meaning of the words coming out of his mouth, but I understood what the glint in his eyes meant. It would translate in any language. The smooth deep tones of his voice relaxed me. Its slow Italian drawl aroused me. I was hot and I was ready.

“Come, I will care for you. I will hear you scream my name from your lips.” He set me down to straddle him as he moved the crotch of my panties to the side.

I placed my hand against his shoulder. “Sorry Alessandro I can’t do this facing you.”

“This is not a problem.” He turned me around so I was facing away from him. “Place your hands on my knee, cara, for balance. I will do the rest.” His voice thickened and deepened with anticipation, his accent stronger as I leaned forward and bent towards him. He pulled me back to him, his fingers exposed my crotch as he teased my panties to the side and hovered me over his fat tool.

Gently sliding me down to sit on him.

As I felt him stretch my entrance, my mind immediately went to Jeff. It was Jeff I could see and feel filling me up. I slithered a little further down on his member.

“Easy, cara, you are as tight as a virgin, we are going to have to take it slower so I do not hurt you.” He groaned in surprise. “La tua figa è così fottutamente stretta. I love it,” he said as he took control of my hips, rocking me back and forth, bringing me down onto him a little at a time. The more he pressed into me the more Jeff’s image appeared in front of me as a hologram.

This projected vision of Jeff was leaning against the fireplace with his dick in his hand, wanking as he watched the hot, sexy Italian fuck the living daylight out of me. He was smiling at me, accepting I had another man’s cock stuffed inside me. He nodded and licked his lips. The image got me so turned on, I forgot what Alessandro had said about taking it slow. The image I had in my head of my husband watching me being fucked by another, made my cavern sodden as the juice flowed from my body like heavy rain.

I rode Alessandro like a champion rodeo cowboy. I remember him telling me I’d be screaming his name. However, it was the other way around. Whatever my ministration was doing, had him screaming my name. In Italian, English and I could have sworn Latin. The smile on Jeff’s face widened as I began to twist and buck. Alessandro’s fingers caressed my clit as I bobbed up and down. My head thrashing from side to side and the sweat cascaded down my face and back.

I gazed into the eyes of projection Jeff as I neared my orgasm. He gave me the thumbs up sign and I screamed as I experienced my second orgasm of the day. I fell back onto Alessandro, his tool dipped in further. He pushed into me as far as it could go. Gasping, he lifted me; still locked in position when he flipped me so I was kneeling on the sofa. He put a hand on my shoulder and pressed me forward. His other hand was on my hips as he glided in and out. He pushed my dress up and kissed and licked my back. His hand groped my breasts, squeezing them through the material.

Jeff had moved over to the dining table in front of me. He sat on one of the chairs, pulling on his cock as he took in the show. The smile never left his face. He wanted me to see him watching. To see my expression, as he watched me milled by another man. It turned him on. Projection Jeff was a freak.

I love it. 

Alessandro’s hands were both on my hips drawing me to him. As he reached his climax, he reached round and rubbed my button, now hard and swollen. I shivered and came again. I slipped off and fell exhausted onto the sofa. Jeff had his own orgasm, blew me a kiss and vanished. Alessandro lay beside me mumbling in Italian.
"Mia Dio! Sapevo che sarebbe stata una cavalcata bollente dal momento
in cui ti ho vista!
"

I didn’t know what he was saying and didn’t care. I finally knew what Liz and Jackie were talking about and I was happy.

***

I arrived home to find my ring and ID in a neat pile on the desk next to the laptop. I must have put them there, but had no recollection of doing any such thing. By the time, Jeff put in an appearance from work, I’d bathed, dressed and cooked our evening meal. He kissed me then left to freshen up for dinner.

While I reflected on the day I’d had. On leaving Alessandro, he’d asked to see me again the next day.

I declined.

“What about next week?” he asked.

“I don’t know, we’ll see.” I said fixing my hair.

He took a business card from the table and handed it to me. “Call me anytime. I will always be available for you.”

I could see that he was hurt I didn’t want to hook up again anytime soon. I had Jeff to think about and although the sex was bad between us, everything else in our marriage was good. I would sooner hurt Alessandro than I would ever dream of hurting Jeff. However, things in our relationship were going to have to change.

My crotch still held the memory of Alessandro’s manhood inside me and how liberated I’d felt after having an orgasm or three, but who’s counting (oh yeah, me… I smiled,) I wanted that again, but with Jeff. We would have to learn how to do these things together.

Alessandro had helped me carry my groceries back to the car. His face broody as he looked at me.
I’ll have to find another supermarket to shop at
—was all I could think, which would suck. The only other supermarket close to home was an additional three miles away. I reached up and gave Alessandro a kiss on the lips to try to take away some of his pain. “I’ll be in touch,” I said, hoping that would be enough to satisfy his ego.

The smile I received in returned suggested it was. I suppose a promise of something was better than nothing.

“What are we having for dinner? It smells great,” Jeff said. His breath caressing my neck brought me back to the present.

“Steak, chips and tomatoes,” I said.

“Did I hear you singing when I came in? I haven’t heard you do that for years,” he said, pulling out the chair and taking his seat at the table. “What’s brought that on?”

“I was thinking about the plans I have for tonight and it made me happy. I’ve been surfing the web and found some pretty interesting sites we can look at after dinner.” I smiled as I handed him his plate and took my seat.

“That sounds ominous.” He smiled at me with that twinkle still in his eyes from the other night. He handed me a glass of juice he’d poured for me.

“Hush now, you’re going to love it. Now that you’ve had a taste of watching porn with Frank, what could be more arousing than watching porn with me?” We both laughed at my comment.

“You know what love, you’re right. I would much rather watch porn with you than with a bearded bloke grunting next to me. I was too afraid to look at him for fear I’d see what I suspect he might’ve been doing,” he said, still laughing, the tears now running down his face.