Possession is nine tenth's of the law

"Parking is terrible around here," Adam said as he pulled into a loading area for me to get out. "I will park up over by the coffee shop and meet you for lunch in an hour."

"That should give me time to call in for my appointment," I replied, knowing it was only a five-minute walk away.

I left my husband and walked over to the bric-a-brac store. I visited once a week to check on anything recently acquired and usually found some small pieces I could resell at a profit in my antique shop.

"Good morning, Marvin, anything of interest today?" I asked the elderly owner, who sat hidden amongst the clutter, reading his newspaper.

"Good Morning, Nadia. There are a few boxes of trinkets I got from a house clearance, but I haven't looked in detail. They only came in last night, but I doubt there are any bargains; they only wanted a few dollars. I trust you to share any heirlooms." He laughed and I joined in.

I had previously found a bargain at his store and split the profit on an item he was using as a doorstop. I looked through the boxes of worthless tat until I saw an old woman's ring.

"This looks like it is worth something. Do you want to sell it or go halves on the profit again?" I said, taking it out of the battered box.

He lowered his newspaper and peered over the top.

"It's damn ugly, but you have a good eye for these things, so I will share with you."

Marvin was right, it was damn ugly, but it was also old, ancient in fact. The ring was cleverly designed with the coils of a snake forming the actual ring and the head carved as a feature beside an emerald stone. It looked as if the snake was guarding the precious stone. It even had small emeralds acting as eyes in its head.

"Thank you, Marvin, I think this could be worth a considerable amount, it's older than anything I have held before."
"You have a knack for finding these treasure's so take it and let me know how you get on."
I slipped the ring into my pocket and left to meet my husband for lunch.

It was only later that day that I realized I hadn't mentioned it to him, but he had been busy telling me about his morning, and the moment never felt right to tell him.

I was changing that evening when I heard a noise of the ring hitting my vanity mirror before coming to rest on the carpet. I stooped to pick it up and slipped it on my finger, it fit perfectly as if it was made for me, although there was a faint sting and sliding the ring back off i could see a small piece of the design, representing the tip of the tail had scratched my finger, I slid it back on and this time there was no additional sensation.

I selected a nightie - a mid-thigh dark blue chemise - and stood in front of the mirror. I felt in a good mood and was dressing to seduce Adam. It wasn't vanity to acknowledge I looked good as I checked myself out.
At 34, I considered myself in my prime. I was 5' 5" tall and slim, no excess fat from using the treadmill every day, dark brown hair and eyes to go with my Mediterranean heritage, 34C breasts that were still firm. Adam was in for a treat. And then the thoughts came to me.

He takes you for granted
He satisfies his desires, not yours
Don't let him fuck you
You have a headache

I suddenly felt a migraine coming, and sat on the bed with a hand pressing against my head. When my husband came in, he was all concerned and brought me some tablets and water, and then went to sleep in the spare room so I could have peace to rest.

I lay in bed resting, and quite suddenly, the migraine had passed. I turned onto my side to sleep when thoughts came to me again.

You looked hot in the mirror
You feel horny
Use your fingers

I felt a little guilty after sending Adam to the other room, but I also felt aroused.

The man doesn't matter
Your urges matter
Touch yourself

I slid my hand between my legs, feeling horny, and started to finger myself, for some reason, the image of a female newsreader appeared in my mind.  I tried to think of Adam, but the thoughts overruled me.

She is a pretty newsreader
She is sexy
Touch yourself as you think of her
Forbidden is arousing

As I touched and fantasized, I had to admit the thought felt naughty but very erotic, and I soon came. I fell asleep almost immediately, but my dreams were strange; women I knew were making love to each other as I watched, and a warm feeling spread through my pussy as the dreams ran all night. I woke up in the morning, and once again I was horny and needed to touch to relieve the ache. My thoughts were stuck in last night's dreams as I climaxed.
It made no sense to me why I should suddenly start having those thoughts. I wasn't gay. Adam came to check on me, but something didn't feel right.

He is only checking on you to have sex
He spent all night wanking as he thought of other women
You can't love someone unfaithful

I took a long, hot shower as these troubling thoughts gnawed away at me, and slowly they faded away as I lathered my soapy body, thinking of the newsreader again.

Wonder what it would feel like to have her hands on your body
Her soapy fingers caressing your tit
Her hands slipping over you, feeling your firm ass cheeks

I soon found myself aroused again and climaxing as I stood under the shower.
I dressed in a thin midi summer dress and went to my shop. I employed an experienced older man to run it when I wasn't there, but on the way, it occurred to me that I hadn't allowed younger, sexier women to apply for the position. I had been discriminating, and I needed to rectify the matter as soon as possible.

As soon as I arrived, it felt like his eyes were all over me. I had always thought of him as a close family friend, but now I saw beyond the friendly smile.

He has had his hand under the desk, masturbating about you
He cheated your late father out of the profits of the business
You should have a young, sexy assistant

"Hello Nadia, did you enjoy your lunch with Adam yesterday?" He asked with a pleasant smile.
"It was fine. Thank you." I replied coolly, and his smile faltered.
"Well, that's good. I will make a coffee." He left and returned a few minutes later.
"That's an unusual ring." He said as I stretched out to take the cup.

I looked down at the ring. I had forgotten all about it.
I slid it off to show him.
"Sorry if I was a bit snappy just now, I have had a headache since last night."
What had I been thinking just now? Francis was my dearest friend outside of my husband. Without his help over the years, I would not have acquired the knowledge I possess.
"That's OK, if you want to go, I can hold the fort, you know that."
"No, maybe if I throw myself into some work, it will pass."
"Hopefully, the coffee will help. It's a very unusual ring; I am certain I have seen something like it before. Can I have a look?"
"I got it from Marvin yesterday. I promised to cut him in if it's worth anything."
"Well, it's pure gold, so that has its value, but the workmanship on this is fantastic. Do you want me to check it out?"
"Yes, by all means, the thing scratched me," I said, rubbing at the faint red mark where it had pierced the skin.

It was about two hours later, just as I was totaling up the month's takings, that Francis came into my room with the ring in his palm.
"This was reported stolen from the Peruvian museum of antiquities over thirty years ago; it is the high priestess symbol of power of the Holjoshta, a tribe of lesbian women who some say are responsible for wiping out the Aztecs."
I took the ring off him and studied it as he spoke.
"The theory is that they were so successful in mating with women that their whole race failed to exist. Men were sacrificed, and in time the numbers dwindled until they died out."
"That's a shame, I have to return it, I quite liked it."
Francis laughed. "It is probably worth a lot, but you could never sell it."
I slid the ring back on my finger; it seemed to belong there.
"I know, but I would like to keep it."
"If anyone recognized it, you would end up being sued, your reputation ruined, Nadia, I don't think it's worth it."

You can't return it
It belongs to you
Convince him
He is a weak man; seduce him

I wanted to keep it. I walked across to him and put my hands on his shoulders.
"Please, Francis, for me, I want this, haven't you ever wanted anything so badly?"
"I am thinking of you, Nadia. I don't want you to get in trouble." He stuttered as I moved closer towards him, my hands sliding around his neck.
"You are a kind man, and I have never really thanked you for all you have done for me."
I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. He looked at me with a stunned expression.
"It is time I thanked you."
I dropped to my knees, pulled down the zip on his trousers, and placed my hand over his groin, working my fingers inside his shorts to cup his balls.
"Nadia, you don't need to do this." He almost whispered as he fought an inner battle with himself.
"I do," I said as his cock sprang to life.

Lick it, suck it, caress his balls
It's horny cheating on your husband

I had only sucked Adam's cock before, but I felt a thrill run through me at sucking another guy's cock. I worked my tongue around his meaty shaft, feeling it grow, and licked up the first drop of pre-cum, then slid my lips over the top and sucked his shaft deep into my mouth.

"Oh fuck Nadia. Don't stop." He said, placing his hand on my head and wrapping my hair around his fist.
He started to thrust into me.

You want the ring
Tell him he can fuck you for the ring

I stopped sucking and stood up, turned, and bent down, putting my hands on the desk.
"I want the ring, you want me. Take me."
He waddled over with trousers around his ankles. I felt him lift my dress and pull down my panties, then slide into my wet cunt.

Let him fuck you
Cheat on your husband
You feel horny
Push back and feel his cock deep
Talk dirty

"Oh fuck Francis, don't stop, fuck me."
His cock felt so good as it slid in and out, my juices building in response, lubricating him. It felt naughty but exciting to cheat on Adam, and I bent further, his hands clasping my hips as he thrust more ferociously.
It felt good to be fucked so wantonly, to let him use me. I had guessed he had long-held desires for me, and now that he was living his dream, I didn't care as long as I got to keep that ring. Finally, with a groan, he came inside me, still fucking as he drained every drop. I squoze my muscles down to wring the last spurt of cum. When he withdrew, I pulled up my panties and stood up, my dress once again covering me.
"A deal is a deal, Francis." I wiggled my fingers, showing off the ring. "And now back to work."
I heard his laughter as I walked out the door.