BAPTISING THE SALAMI

The scene: A little town in Italy, somewhere south of Rome. Nick the butcher and his wife Angie lived on the floor above his butcher shop. Their son and daughter were both off to college, and two weeks ago, Frances, his wife?s niece, had come to visit for the summer. Frances was the daughter of his wife?s sister, and Frances had a bedroom on the same floor. When Frances was born, her parents had lived only a block away from Nick?s store. From the time she was born, Nick had always admired Frances. She would come into his shop several times a week. Nick had watched her as she grew up, developing from a wild tomboyish type of kid into a lovely teen, and then blooming into full womanhood. When Frances had turned 16, her parents had moved away, taking Frances with them. Still, sometimes, during the summers, Frances would come and visit with Nick and Angie for a week or two. This would be her opportunity to bond with old friends. When Frances had turned 19, she had married. After that, Nick had seen Frances only on rare occasions. Nick had attended her wedding, and strangely, he had felt jealous of Alfredo, the man who was marrying his niece. Nick was pretty certain that Frances was still a virgin on her wedding day. He knew how religious she was, and his wife had always talked about how moral Frances seemed to be concerning boys and dating. Tonight, Nick had thought as he watched them exchanging their vowels, her new husband will be the one that gets to break her in. Her new husband didn?t look all that masculine, and Nick, in talking to him, had decided that Alfredo was not very bright as well. He wondered what it was Frances saw in him. Regardless, of all the men in the world, Alfredo was the one who got to bed her. Nick had expressed his thoughts concerning Alfredo to his wife, saying he wondered if the marriage would last. Angie had told him that Frances did not plan to have children until a few years of marriage had passed to make sure that all would be well. Three years had passed. Frances had been divorced this spring, much to the disapproval of the Catholic Church, but she continued to attend mass. Nick did not know if Frances had been seeing anyone since then, but with no children to worry about, she also seemed to be free of men since she was staying with his wife and him for the summer. One night around midnight as the butcher was returning from the bathroom, he thought he heard a strange noise coming from the store. Nick always slept naked, so grabbing a robe, he quickly slipped it on. Then he grabbed a bat and tiptoed downstairs. He crept silently forward and peeked around the doorjamb into his shop. Nothing to be seen, but he could still hear those soft sounds, like a baby cooing or something. He frowned, what in the world could it be? He and his wife kept the shop spotless, but still, from time to time, some kind of critter would manage to sneak in. But this sound was nothing he had ever heard before. If it were an animal, he would likely do his best to capture it and then release it into the woods behind his store, unless of course it was something dangerous. Nick crept silently forward and suddenly he stopped. There in the moonlight flooding through the window, he saw his 22-year-old niece lying on the floor. He had almost stepped on her feet and stopped just in time. As Nick stared almost straight down at her, his mouth fell open. Frances was lying flat on her back on the floor and her nightgown was open on the bottom half. Incredibly, she was masturbating with a huge salami! She had her eyes closed and had not seen him, and because of her soft moaning she had not heard him. Nick quickly stepped back, laid the bat down, and moved around behind the butcher's table. Then he knelt down and carefully peered around the corner. Frances was only three feet away and the moonlight was full upon her. Nick had a view almost as clear as bright daylight. He was on the floor and near her feet, and nothing was left to the imagination. The salami was as long as the butcher's forearm and almost as wide, and Frances had it what looked like halfway up her snatch. She had her feet on the floor and her legs were up and bent at the knees. He was close enough that if she were to lay her legs out flat he could have grabbed her feet. She was moving the salami in and out, going slow. As Nick watched, Frances gradually over time began to change her movements, going a little bit faster, and deeper. Each time Frances pushed it in deeper she moaned and raised her hips a little off the floor, as if she was under a man and begging for more. With all that meat, how could she want more thought her uncle? Appearing like she was on auto-pilot, she was definitely making the moves a woman makes when her man buries it and she wants more, but she still only went so far with the salami, and no deeper. Nick could not tell how much of the salami she had buried inside, but regardless, he knew and could plainly see how wide the sausage was, and it was likely no ordinary man could measure up to that. Speaking of measuring up, his penis had grown to full rigidity. Nick was squatting, and his penis was being squeezed between his legs. He shuffled around quietly, placing his feet a little wider apart. Now his penis and balls were floating free. His penis was pointing straight out towards his knees. Now he could be more comfortable as he watched his niece. Frances was naked under her gown, and the gown had been tied in a half bow at the waist. He had a clear view of her lower portions, and then her gown came undone, and as it fell open, her lovely breasts came into view. The butcher's mouth dropped. His niece had a nice pair of bazzongas, but he had never seen them exposed like this. Nick was surprised at how firm and upright they were. And they were more than a good handful in size as well. Nick thought about masturbating. Automatically, his hand found itself wrapping around his penis, and he began stroking slowly. He decided not to masturbate to a climax since his wife was upstairs sleeping and available if he needed her... Wide-eyed, he watched as Frances began groaning softly and he could tell that she was almost finished. Then she lowered her hips to the floor. Suddenly, with a loud sigh, Frances raised her feet from the floor, pulled her legs way back and increased the pace of her stroking. She was bringing herself to the brink of what would become an earth-shattering orgasm. Obviously she was trying to remain quiet but her breathing was tortured and coming out in gasps. Nick was tempted to come with her, but then there would be come all over the floor. Fearful that Frances might see it since he would be unable to clean it up before she came past where he was squatting, Nick held back. Frances continued to work the salami in and out in order to intensify and maybe prolong her pleasure. As she began to orgasm, she went deeper with the salami and stopped the three-to-four-inch stroking. Now she was keeping it deep and just allowing the tremors of her hand to wriggle the meat back and forth in her pussy. The vibrations caused by her trembling hand and lower half was moving the salami more sideways within her stretched pussy rather than in and out. She was coming! Her uncle knew what that meant, and what happened to a woman. Wanting to gauge the intensity and duration of her climax, Nick squinted and stared intently at the area around her vagina and ass. Thanks to the light of the moon, he could see her contractions as Frances began to come. If she had continued to stroke in and out, he might not have been able to see them. But now, Nick could clearly see the contractions around her vagina as it clutched at the salami. It was even easier to see the contractions at her ass, which was not being probed. Nick began counting to himself. He had done this before, counting throbs, but usually by placing his fingertip into his wife's rear as he fucked her. Then, using his finger, he could more easily feel his wife's contractions. Needing to continue his thrusting to enhance and prolong his wife?s orgasm, Nick could not actually feel Angie coming around his cock. There was another advantage to putting a finger in his wife?s ass. She could never fake her orgasm as long as he had a finger in her. Now, in this light and watching, he could see France?s contractions. The entire area, going from her pussy all the way down to her asshole was clearly quivering. Nick counted. Eight, nine, ten. He could not believe it as they continued, eleven, twelve, and then weaker but still visible contractions as his niece wore down. Thirteen, fourteen, and maybe, number fifteen as she let out a long, slow sigh and seemed to relax. As her hips lowered onto the floor, her uncle was having wild thoughts. Fifteen was two more than he had ever counted with his wife! Then, finally, Frances lay still and continued to hold the salami in place. Her entire body, and especially her arm, continued to tremble. Nick studied the salami. Nothing shiny was showing beyond her lips. So she had finished with it in as far as she had been able to take it throughout her pleasuring of herself. Now that Frances had stopped her movements up and down and in and out, the butcher was able to study the vision before him in greater detail. He raised his body a little in order to better see her face. She had turned her head to one side, away from him, but Nick could see that her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. With her face explored, Nick concentrated next on her breasts. Her nipples, of course, were sticking out and straight up. His eyes moved lower and closer to himself. With her legs way back and up, the butcher could see his niece?s ass, rounded and lovely and more pink in color than brown. Was she still a virgin in the ass? Her little butthole looked way too small to take even a penis, let alone that salami. She must be a virgin in the back end for sure. Speaking of small taking large, to the butcher?s eyes, that salami was stretching her lips in what looked like the maximum they could go. Able to study it better now that she was not moving the salami, he stared in awe. Her lips were pushed out and curled as they wrapped around that brown tube. It seemed impossible that she could stretch that much. But there it was, the evidence laid bare before his eyes. It was all that the butcher could do to control his own breathing and remain quiet after seeing all that action. Nick had been squatting all this time while watching and playing with himself. He wasn?t a young man anymore, and his legs began to ache. Quietly, he changed position. On his hands and knees like a dog and now unable to masturbate, he continued to peek around the corner. Nick was being careful and ready to jump back so that his lovely niece would not see him if Frances opened her eyes and looked his way. Nick knew that he should probably crawl quietly away, but he had an overpowering need to see what came next, after her coming, and what she would do with the salami. The shop was so quiet that Nick could hear the sound of a car on the road in the valley far below. He could even hear the faint barking of a dog, somewhere far away. Nick stayed in place. As long as she was lying there with that big dildo stuck in her pussy, he planned to stay and see what came next. Would she do it again? Actually, though it seemed like a long time to Nick, Frances only laid there for a couple of minutes afterwards. During the entire time, she kept her legs back and up, and the butcher continued to stare, fixing the image permanently in his memory. He could not help but wonder what she must be thinking. She was still under her man. Did she have anyone particular in her thoughts? Nick?s thoughts were racing as he tried to determine what she might be thinking of She had been married once, at the age of 19, and it had lasted for three years. Since then she had been alone as far as Nick knew. Frances never talked about having any boyfriends, but it was assumed that she did. Was she thinking of a previous lover perhaps? If so, had he been large, like the salami? Nick didn?t think her husband had been well-hung, he just didn?t look like he would be. Maybe it was someone Frances had not yet been with, and she was hoping he would be well hung. Whoever the man was, fantasy or real, he was still deeply within her. Frances had climaxed using that fantasy, and powerfully it seemed. Maybe she had never climaxed with her husband? Was that possible? As far as Nick knew, she had been a virgin, never having tested her man in advance. Had he been a dud? Too small perhaps, or too inept to please Angie? Maybe he had been a premature ejaculator. But she continued to lie there, as if she was reluctant to bring this to an end. Then, with a soft sigh, she slowly began pulling the salami, which was now shiny from her juices, out of her snatch. Nick stared intently as her lips tugged at the meat. Her lips were not willing to let go, and they pulled outward, trying to follow along with the salami. It looked like Frances was reluctant to bring this to an end, because she tugged very slowly rather than just yanking on the meat. The butcher had been thinking about how much she might have taken inside. He knew that as she brought it out, he might be able to get some idea of how much she had been shoving into herself by looking at the shiny portion as it was exposed. That was what he had been thinking, but his priorities changed. As Frances eased the meat forward and outward, another thought struck the butcher. He was going to see all around her snatch, with her lips on both sides fully exposed, and he maybe even be able to see inside! As Nick had been waiting, he hadn't thought of that, but this was worth seeing. As the salami slid out, her pussy did not immediately close up, and the butcher was treated to a brief but revealing glimpse of France?s inner vagina. It was shiny from wetness and smooth looking, and even in the moonlight the pink color of her inner walls could be seen. Nick did not know it, but he was seeing her pussy more opened and revealed than her husband ever had. As her tortured hole tried to assume a shape resembling normal, Nick looked up. Above and close to the hole, he saw for the first time what the meat had been hiding from his view. There it was, her magic button, the clitoris. Her clitoris could be seen sticking out as if it was still excited and erect, and ready for even more action. It looked like a little penis thought the butcher. Since the only woman he had ever been involved with sexually was his wife, Nick only had his wife to make comparisons to, and he was comparing now. France?s clit was larger than his wife?s clit, and stood out well over an inch from her body. But she had climaxed and begun to relax. Had it been even larger when she was having her orgasm? If it worked like his penis, it would have been. Surely, Nick thought, with a lovely clit like that she could climax with a normal man, especially if he was eating her. Fortunately for Nick in the enjoyment of his viewing, Frances continued to just lie there with her legs up and back, as if she was trying to adapt to the feeling of being empty. Now he had time to study the salami, which she was holding out and away from her body. Frances was even propping her wrist over her leg for support while she held the meat. Nick could see how much of it was shiny, and it looked to be, let's see, the shiny part was maybe seven inches at the very most. She had not been stuffing as much into herself as he had thought, and he was glad about that. In his viewing and thinking, Frances could have been taking a foot or more for all he knew, but of course that was a fantasy. But still, she sure could take the width of that monster meat. By the time she had gone beyond the first one to two inches, it had widened out to its full width. That meant that she had taken about five inches of the thickest part into herself. Thankful for the extended viewing time that Angie was unknowingly providing, Nick continued to stare. Of course that thickest part had stretched her lips on the way in and out. Nick made a mental note to himself to wrap a tape around that salami in the morning and see just how big around it was. It would be well over 6 inches around for sure. It was time for him to get back and away from here. Though she appeared to be too weak to even move, Frances might just suddenly jump up. Nick crept backwards on his knees and then stood several feet away. Nick could not see her head, so Frances could not see him. From here he could still see her body from the neck down, and he continued to admire her. The mating of his wife?s sister and her husband had produced a lovely daughter; there was no doubt about that. This might be his first and last opportunity to see his niece like this, totally exposed, so Nick continued to take in her beauty. His penis was harder than the bat he had picked up on the way back. He gave his penis a couple of strokes, just for effect. If she were someone else's niece, he thought, he would be over there and on her for sure. Then he saw her legs lower, feet touching the floor. Frances was about to get up. He quickly moved back behind the doorway. Wondering what she would do with the salami, which had previously been hanging on a hook, he waited. Sure enough, she returned the salami to its place of prominence, and without wiping it off. Her little joke to the world probably. It was time for him to leave before Frances came to the rear of the shop and spotted him going up the stairs. Silently, Nick sighed to himself and went upstairs with his dick still hanging out of his robe. Disrobing, he crawled back into bed next to his wife. Angie was sleeping but he considered waking her since his penis had not gone down ever since he had first seen what Frances was doing. Nick grasped his pole, which was jutting proudly towards the ceiling. Holding it under the covers, he thought about what he had just seen. His penis was a nice piece of meat, and his wife usually found it pleasurable. But his niece, would she find a dick like this to be sufficient? If she ever re-married, it would take a lot of man to replace that salami. Take his own cock for instance. It was a nice 7 inches, longer than average. But his niece had possibly been running more than that up herself. Did Frances actually need that much? Probably, if she was shoving it in that far. Or maybe she had just been experimenting, to see how far she could go. He remembered that when she had been busy with the stroking that she had not been going in that far. She had been back maybe an inch or two, taking between six and seven in, perhaps. That made him feel better. But what about how thick that salami was? Did she actually enjoy that much, or was she just trying to make do with what the salami had to offer? Maybe Frances would have used something smaller, if available. Nick thought about what was down there. The strung together sausage tubes were certainly more than long enough and she could have picked one of those. He had a couple of loose ones, not attached to others, in the case. But those were even thinner than his dick. Nick squeezed himself and compared. Yes, his dick was thicker than the sausages. I guess the salami was the closest thing she had available to what she enjoyed, he thought. He smiled; perhaps this was not the first time Frances had done this. She had visited for a week or two every spring for the three years before she had become married. It was possible that he had been pulling a salami down off a hook and selling it to his customers for years, and all the while, his niece might have been performing baptisms on the meat. Nick smiled to himself and almost laughed out loud. He was sure that she had never done that, being a virgin and all, but it was still a funny thought. It was more likely that this was the first time, this summer at least, where Frances had masturbated in the shop. She had been here for two weeks, was it possible she had been down to visit his meat before tonight? Nick continued to hold his hard dick and dream. It felt good to just hold it this way. It wasn't even necessary to bring it off to a climax, which would make a mess all over him. He planned to stick this in his wife, if possible, but his thoughts kept returning to his niece. It felt good to just lie here, in the afterglow of France?s sex, and think about things. Had Frances done the salami bit before? Had she looked forward to her visit to his wife and himself because of what he kept in the shop? Possibly, and she might do it again. This was the first time Frances had decided to spend the summer as an adult. She would be here for another couple of months. Nick wanted to catch and watch her again. But it would be tricky. Frances would sneak down there while he and his wife were asleep. Supposedly he would be asleep. But he would need to go down after she had, and not before. That was the trick, to know what night to go, and exactly when. If Frances was like his wife, Frances would have periods when she was horny, and other times when she could care less. His niece might go down again the next night, or maybe not again for the duration of this visit. Frances had been here for only two weeks, and she had more than another two months to stay. The odds were good that she would attempt a repeat performance. Would Frances use a salami again? She sure seemed to enjoy it, and it was obvious that her orgasm had been extremely intense. In between, she might be satisfied just manipulating the big clit with her fingers. How often did she need a big meat fix? It would not be easy, but Nick made a promise to himself that he would try to watch her again. His peter grew even stiffer, if that was possible. Maybe, just maybe he would do more than just watch. Maybe he might "accidentally catch" Frances. She might be so embarrassed at being caught that maybe she would involve him to ensure secrecy. It was a thought. But for right now, Nick had this stiff boner to think about. His wife was right next to him. Then it struck him, the thought. Had his wife ever made a visit to his shop like Frances had done? It was possible, but if she had, Nick had never had reason to suspect. She had a larger, rather, looser pussy than Frances did, or should have. After all, his wife had borne a child, their son, and Frances had not. It would seem that Frances should and would be tighter than his wife, but after tonight, Nick wondered. Nick had something else to fantasize on now. If his wife were ever to take a fat salami into her pussy, how would she react? But for now, Nick had a need. He couldn?t have asked for more when he made his move. Angie was on her back. Her legs were parted just enough, so keeping the cover on he climbed over her and placed his dripping cock against her pussy lips. Nick waited. Holding himself up with straight arms, he raised one hand and softly fondled her left breast. It was nice, larger than Frances?s was, but not as firm. Some of it fell down towards her armpit, but she still had more than enough left to fill his hand, and then some. ?Yeah, baby. I plan to fuck you good.? His mind filled with images, Nick tweaked her nipple, which stiffened. She stirred, but remained asleep. Slowly, very slowly he eased his hips forward, causing the head of his cock to slowly begin opening her lips. Still holding his body off her with his left arm, Nick reached down and grasped his penis. Nick began gently rubbing it back and forth, up and down through her slit. It was like opening a floodgate as he felt his built up fluid begin pouring out. He was spreading his pre-fluid all over her. Getting her wet. Preparing her. He raised his body up a little, so that he could reach her clit with the tip of his penis. Her clit was hard. There was no doubt about that as he ran his head all around her bud. Was she dreaming of a lover, or was she now awake? He wanted her to be asleep. If she was asleep, maybe she would start dreaming, and Nick wanted to be someone else in her dream. Nick became more excited, and his penis continued flowing pre-fluid quite freely, lubricating his wife and allowing his tube steak to slip an inch or so into her. He still had more to go before his thickish head opened her to its widest before going within. Watching his niece take that salami had thoroughly aroused him. He might be afraid to touch his niece, but it was just the thought of it, and seeing her body swallowing up that meat. His wife was still sleeping. He had time, it appeared, and Nick began to think of large objects going into small holes. Watching his niece running a huge salami up what should have been a tight little hole had placed images into his head that he could not erase, for now. He pulled the front part of his head out of Angie?s hole and looked down at her face. She is a pretty one, even after all these years. Nick began to fantasize while continuing to stroke her clit with the head of his dripping cock. In his mind, Nick became someone else. He was a stranger who had crept into the room while Angie was sleeping and her husband was downstairs watching Frances. The mysterious stranger would partially enter her, with the head of a cock larger than what she was used to, and she would moan. Thinking it was a dream, Angie would open her legs wider. Then, as the stranger went deeper, her legs would come up and her arms would go around him. She would be dreaming of a stranger, a handsome prince perhaps, with a new and excitingly fat cock. Only after he had laid fully upon her body and buried his long thick penis within her would she awaken completely and become aware that her dream had become a reality, and the man inside her was not her husband. But then it would be too late. Where was Nick, her husband? The man above her seemed to be so big, not just *there*, but everywhere. Afraid to yell out for fear this man might hurt her, or hurt her husband if he heard the noise and came to investigate, Angie would put up a token struggle. As they wrestled on the bed his extremely long penis, in the process of keeping her pinned while she squirmed, would be moving back and forth within her vagina. Angie would wriggle her hips way back, trying to lose him, but his length would keep him within. Then, as the mystery man grabbed her by the ass and pulled her forward, he would slide deep, way deep, into her. She would be unable to ignore the pleasurable sensations. If he had forced himself upon her while she was awake, she would have been unwilling, and dry. But this man, this huge brute of a man with a telephone pole between his legs had caught her in a dream. And she had already been aroused, and wet. Afraid to utter a sound, and with her will power weakening, she would finally accept him. Then she would wrap her legs around him, raise her hips and with her hands pulling on his ass, she would softly ask for more. Then she would meet his lips with hers, and begin to build towards her first come. This feels wonderful, she would be thinking. Where is my husband? Nick is not here. But, this man is feeling better by the moment. Should I try to rush the man, feel him throbbing inside me and get it over with and maybe he will leave before Nick returns? Or should I prolong this and make it last. But if I do, Nick might return, and catch the man in the act. The man would be vulnerable in this position. I might even hold him down with my legs and arms while Nick knocks him out or something. Her mind is going wild. But what if Nick saw us, and stood out of sight and watched? He would see me enjoying the man, and then he would never believe that the man was raping me. But his penis feels so good. Hurry and make me come, whoever you are. Your big peter, your wonderful thick meat feels so good. The butcher's thoughts were a jumbled mixture as Nick stroked over her outer pussy with his dripping cock. He continued to think as a stranger would. They would have to hurry, because when the butcher's niece was finished coming downstairs, the butcher would be coming upstairs.Nick got perhaps a little too excited with his rubbing of her clit and lips. His wife?s arms reached up and around him. Nick was excited and disappointed at the same time. He was excited that his wife seemed to be excited, and he was at the same time disappointed that his little fantasy, at least as far as it had gone, was now over. Angie seemed to be awake now, but she was lying quietly, as if she was waiting. Nick could not wait any longer and slowly but firmly pushed down with his hips. His knob pushed on through her lips, opening them wide and causing Angie to gasp loudly. Well, she was awake now, for sure. Nick loved it when Angie gasped loudly that way as he entered her. It only happened on rare occasions. Tonight, she was soaking wet from his pre-fluid, and his entry had been smooth, so her gasp was probably from pleasure rather than a sudden stretching. She usually only gasped a little when he entered her, if she even made a sound at all. Was this entry part of her dream, if she had actually been dreaming? Nick had always been thankful for his knob. It was wider than his shaft, and it usually made his wife let out a little squeal, a gasp sometimes, if he did not allow her time to be wet beforehand. When she yipped as he went in dry, the tight fit made him feel like he was giving her what she craved. The only trouble was, she only gave out that gasp when he opened her at the tightest part, right at her entrance. Once he was inside, she was snug, but not extraordinarily tight.Tonight, she had been slow to awaken. It had seemed like she was having a dream of her own, and her husband had become part if it. Who had she been dreaming of? Was it he, her husband? That seemed unlikely. After all, she had her husband anytime she wanted. But if she had been dreaming of someone else, who? The butcher's mind was filled with strange thoughts as he bottomed out into his wife's delicious pussy. She felt good, even now, after all these years, and having had born a son. Fortunately, his wife was responsive. As Angie slowly raised her legs in order to better accept him, she smiled and whispered, "yes my darling, feed your sausage to me." It was a pet line she sometimes used when she was horny. Tonight though, her line took on new meaning. Did she, had she ever used one of his sausages? Or worse for his ego, maybe she had used a salami? Happily for the butcher, her mood met his need, and even though he tried to hold back, his thoughts were a jumbled mixture. Nick found himself jumping back and forth. First he would think about his fantasy, that of his wife taking a stranger in the night. Then he would think of Frances, and revealing himself to her, and she would be so hot that she would open her arms and legs to welcome him. As a result, Nick found himself reaching orgasm earlier than he had intended. Surprisingly and fortunately, his wife came with him. But Nick fed the meat to his wife more than once. She was aware and surprised that he seemed to be much more active tonight. His desire for her increased her desire for him, and they fucked longer and more passionately than they had in years. They even exchanged many kisses, more than usual. Nick?s wife had four orgasms, the most in years in one session. Nick came twice, but for the second one he was able to last a long time. He didn?t even have trouble maintaining a firm erection. Even with two loads of cum in her weary pussy, Angie did not bother to get up and go to the bathroom because they were so closely intertwined. Nick thought of it, but never said a word. If his wife was content to sleep with a pussy full of his cum, that was just great. He held Angie gently. He kissed her wherever he could reach without straining. He truly loved this woman. With his wife sleeping softly in his arms, Nick remained awake a little while longer. This had been the best sex between his wife and himself in years. But he had just watched another pussy being probed, and it was making his mind go in all directions. Did his wife ever think of other men? Was it possible that she had, sometime in the past, been sexually involved with another man? She had gone to Rome twice, both times with a female friend. But they had stayed in separate rooms. If Angie had wanted to, she could have slept with someone else. And of course she had opportunities here at home, but that would be more dangerous. Still, as Nick held his wife, he could not get the thought of Frances out of his head. He decided that he would watch and listen for her every night. The next time Frances went down those stairs, Nick was going to follow her. He would watch, and wait. He would give her just enough time to work that meat in, and then he would "catch her." At her most embarrassing time, she just might be willing to offer up some to him, and he would show her just what an old butcher could do. He might not be as thick as a salami, but his cock was live and warm, and it had a talented operator. With a smile on his lips to match the one on his wife?s, Nick went to sleep. The next day a customer walked in the butcher's shop and asked the butcher for some salami. "I'm sorry, I don't have any," the butcher explained. "But what's that hanging up on that hook over there?" she cried. "That, lady," Nick said, "is my nephew!" 14947 2.30/512345