Elio
Where the hell is that woman?
Six years and I still can’t trust her in a changing room. I rushed into the place, hating that I got paranoid like she’d disappear again. As I threw open the curtain, she sat at the edge of the seat in tears.
“Cara, tell me what’s wrong? Why the fuck are you crying?”
“It doesn’t fit.” She was half dressed, the black gown at her waist and her expensive, well fit bra that covered her massive tits was showing.
“So pick out a larger size,” I suggested. She looked up at me and more tears erupted. Lately she’d been extremely emotional, a little too emotional at the slightest things.
“I’ve gotten fat,” she sobbed, slapping my chest. “You’re still handsome and virile and I’m a cow.”
“Enough,” I snarled. I stepped out of the curtain and walked up to the sales associate. “I need the store for an hour. Everyone out. Now.”
“Sir, I can’t do that,” a twenty-two-year-old punk who definitely eyed my wife when she walked in.
“I booked the store for my wife today.”
“But that still means an employee has to be here to help Miss Ana with her fittings.”
“It’s Mrs. DeSalvo, and I assure you the only one that is going to help my wife is me. So beat it or you’ll be crawling out of here. Go to lunch.” I handed the young man a hundred and sent him packing. Although I shouldn’t have given him shit, but I didn’t the cops called and fuck up my plans.
I walked to Peter. “Make sure everyone is out and no one enters until I say so.”
I went back inside and found my wife putting her clothes back on. She had her sweater over her head and only her midriff was still showing. “Well, that was a waste of time.”
“What do you mean?” she asked as she fixed it into place.
“Take those off now.”
“I’m not trying anything else on. I’m just not going to the gala.”
“I said take those fucking clothes off now.”
I spun her around to face the mirrors and lifted up the sweater she wore into the place.
Her massive tits always turned me on. With each of our three boys they were even bigger to my delight.
“Put you’re fucking hands on the wall, Cara.
Do as I tell you or I’m going to get even more pissed than I am right now. ”
“This needs to go too.” I grabbed the hem of the leggings she wore and tugged them down to her feet. “Step out of them before I rip them off.”
“Why are you?”
“Shush. What is my number one rule for everyone when it comes to you?”
“I don’t know.”
I grabbed her around the throat as I stared at her through our reflection, and asked, “Do you want to repeat that same answer?”
“I…” I swatted her ass.
“No one disrespects me.”
“Yes, amore. You’re right. You, my loving bride, my queen, my world, my obsession, you have broken that rule. Now what am I going to do about it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m going to teach you some respect.” I swatted her sexy, thick ass that I wanted to bite, so I did. I dropped to my knees and bit down on that soft flesh. She gasped and then moaned as I massaged it.
“You drive me crazy, Miss Ana,” I growled, thinking how sexy she was that young man wanted my woman. The jealous husband in me wanted him here to listen to her cries and she came on my tongue. I parted her pussy lips and swiped my tongue all across her wet slit.
I pulled my mouth away to say, “Damn baby, you’re so juicy for me. It’s all for me, right?”
“Always.” My face returned to her delicious pussy, devouring it while she fought back the urge to scream.
“Hands on the fucking wall, Ana Maria,” I ordered.
“Someone could hear us.”
“Let them. Then they’ll know you’re mine. If you don’t listen I’ll stop.”
“Please don’t stop.” She did as I demanded.
“Good girl.” I plunged two fingers into her sloppy wet cunt that loved to be disrespected by me in the middle of a dressing room. She cried out, coming on my tongue and soaking my face. With my other hand I used that useless dress to dry off some of the stick mess on my scruff.
“Oh my goodness, you ruined it.”
“Oh well. It made you cry.” I stood up, fingers still in her hole, pumping deep inside her as I kissed her throat. “You need a good fucking to remind you that I find you to be the sexiest thing in existence.”
I kicked her legs open and then freed myself from my pants.
With years of practice, I slid right into her, lifting her off her feet as my cock impaled her sweet, tight hole.
“Take it, love. Take my dick like you need it. You definitely need it today. I love this view, Amore.” I stared at her entire body through the mirror.
I popped the clasp from her bra, freeing her breasts.
They were more than a handful, but I did my best to cup them as I slammed into her warmth over and over.
“Look how hot we look together. You are a work of art, my love.”
“You are obsessed.”
“Damn right I am. Now fucking come on my cock now because I need to feel you and I need to see you as you explode for me.” I pinched her nipples. She gasped and whimpered and I had my fucking answers to something that crossed my mind. I pumped faster, gently caressing my lovely bride.
“Come for me one more time.”
“Shit, I’m coming Elio,” she screamed, her nails digging into the wall. Fuck that was hot. I growled and followed her over, shooting every drop inside her.
I dragged my cock out and cum dripped down, so I used my fingers to shove it back in. She took my hand and sucked my fingers clean.
“So damn sexy.” I helped her with her bra and panties, but I had a plan. After I fixed my clothes, I told her to wait there. A moment later, I picked out a dress that was one size larger and handed it to her.
“Try it on.” It fit perfectly. My dick was back to stealing all my blood.
“There’s my beautiful smile,” I said, staring at her reflection. “Now, let’s go because we have to stop somewhere else.” I summoned the little bitch back into the store and his eyes were on my wife again.
He couldn’t stop, glancing at her every second as if I wasn’t the one paying the bill. “Yes, she’s gorgeous, but she’s taken.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it,” he stammered.
“The fuck you didn’t.” I took her bagged dress and then led Ana out to our ride.
Peter set the dress in the back and then Ana turned to me and whispered, “Elio, please don’t do anything to the kid.”
“Amore, he disrespected me, not you. I’ll let him live. Besides, he was only drooling. What fool wouldn’t look at you and not want to be as fortunate as me. Now if he’d said something I would have had to cut his tongue out.”
“So where are we going?”
“To the local drug store.”
“Why?”
“I think my gorgeous wife is expecting baby number four.”
“What?” She did some mental calculations in her head and gasped.
“Oh my God. That would explain it.” Yes, she worked out, ate a healthy diet, and we had sex like fucking addicts.
She was bound to end up with another baby because we weren’t being careful like we should. Our youngest was only nine months.
“We don’t need to go there, I have about a dozen extra tests at home.”
“Peter, just take us home.”
“Gotcha.”
Within an hour, I was holding my wife and our three boys while rubbing her belly wondering if we were having a girl like she wanted or another menace like me.
Thankfully, she got her wish, by her twenty-week ultrasound we found out we were having a little girl.
I loved making my wife happy, and I forever would.
THE END