ETTORE
Two Years Later
Istand at the door to Sofia’s nursery, my hand on my wife’s shoulder, feeling the love radiating from her.
Sylvie is leaning over Sofia’s crib, singing softly.
There’s nothing like her big sister’s singing to get our new baby to sleep.
Their bond is new yet already changing Sylvie for the better.
She’s becoming more attentive, caring, involved.
She was all those things anyway, but having a sister, plus having a steady home life, has brought her out of her shell.
When the song is over, Sylvie stands, taller now, tanned from her new favorite hobby, soccer. She smiles sleepily as she walks over.
“Bedtime for you too, young lady,” Mara says.
“Yes, Mom,” Sylvie says, with a sassy smile.
My breath catches every time Sylvie calls her Mom. So far, it’s smiles all around.
We hug and kiss Sylvie good night, then Mara gives me a look, leading me by the hand toward the bedroom.
“I know that look,” I say once the door closes.
She pushes me against the door and kisses me hotly, her body made curvier, hotter from the pregnancy. I love how lush she’s become. My dick aches into rock-hard readiness straightaway, pushing against her still-swollen stomach.
“Mara,” I moan, gently pushing her away. “You gave birth two weeks ago…”
“I know,” she whimpers, stepping back. “God, I know.”
She’s flustered. Her hormones wreaked havoc on her during the pregnancy. Sometimes, she was white-hot to the touch, ready to go. That was fine before she gave birth. Other times, she wants to retreat into her shell. I’ve done my best to support her with whatever mood.
I take her shoulders, kissing her as gently as I can. “You’re not healed enough for sex-sex. And even your clit was too tender last night.”
She shivers. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Even you saying clit has me feeling wild.”
I kiss her again. She responds fiercely, rubbing herself against me.
Then she steps back, a wicked smile on her face.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
She ignores me, turning to give me a mouthwatering view of her thick ass and legs. My dick floods with hunger. I honestly can’t believe how good life has become. Work is steady. The streets are clean of blood. Nobody is making moves.
I’m ready, always, but this is the most peaceful, happiest period of my life by far.
When she bends over, my balls swell, and fresh desire rushes up my shaft. She’s just given me a perfect view of her.
She picks up her phone, turning to me. She types quickly with a wicked look on her face.
Mara: Remember what I said once? We’d stand on opposite sides of the room, not touching, but we never had a reason to do it? Well, now we do. Do this for me, husband. Get naked and stand over there.
As if I need any encouragement. I strip my clothes off and rush to the other side of the room, my weighty erection bouncing up and down. With my phone in my hand, I face her. She’s already naked, her inner thighs glistening, her big tits resting heavily.
I’m on fucking fire.
She tenderly reaches between her legs, gasping. She lightens her touch, barely moving her arm.
“I… want… the… texts,” she whimpers. “Like… that… first… time.”
My cock roars at me to touch it, but I don’t, not yet. First, I type furiously, shaking all over.
Ettore: You’re so damn sexy so soon after pregnancy, lush and glowing and beautiful. When you’re ready, I’m going to spend hours just eating you, licking you, fucking your tender hole with my fingers. Getting you soaked and ready to take every inch of my.
She gasps as she reads the message, her hand moving faster.
I stroke my hand up and down my cock, staring at the gorgeous show, at the swaying of her tits and her flushed, excited face.
“Don’t… stop…”
I remove my hand, texting again.
Ettore: I won’t be able to hold back the beast in me anymore.
I’ll bend you over so I get a sweet view of that beautiful ass.
I’ll drive into you deep and hard, reaching around to massage your beautiful tits, feeling the milk all over my hands and spreading it over your ass to make it shine.
I’ll stare down at that big, bouncing ass, fucking obsessed, driving deeper, harder, until you collapse and you’re not sure if you can take it.
“Oh… my… god.” She gasps. “Ettore—Ettore.”
I stare at her for a moment, her hand twitching, her eyes fixated on the phone in her hand.
“Dirtier,” she moans. “So fucking dirty.”
I type quickly, knowing it’s going to be my last message, I’m going to blow without even touching myself. Just from looking at my woman.
Ettore: I’ll slip my finger into your ass and you won’t be sure if you like it at first. Then you’ll realize your mob boss gets to fuck you in any way he wants.
You’ll give yourself to me, your man, your lover, your everything.
You’ll bounce on my dick and my finger at the same time, coming harder than you ever have, dripping all over me with your tight pussy creaming and caressing me.
Then I’ll spill into you, wave after wave, so that when I pull out your slit is a waterfall of come.
She leans against the wall, shivering all over, shattered. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen, my recently pregnant wife pulsing with her release.
I rush across the room, pumping my cock hard. She moans and turns away from me, arching her back, presenting her ass.
“Argh,” I grunt, as I unload all over her ass, gasping. “Oh—fuck.”
After, I lead her into the en-suite and turn the water on lukewarm. We stand naked under it together as I cradle her against my chest.
“That got wild,” she says, dizzy and happy.
I kiss her on the forehead, chuckling. “It did. Hell, we ought to do that as foreplay sometimes, beautiful. That wrecked me.”
She smiles at me. “That sounds like a plan. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
THE END