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She
descended toward him. He nearly choked on his liquor. He could see straight up the robe to her coochie. His eyebrow ascended sharply. She was a seductress and didn’t fucking know it, did she?  “Hey babe, were you waiting up?”

“Yes, I had
work to do. I have Ari helping me out on some legal issues with the charity. She really knows her stuff.”

Damn chica sat a few stairs up and crossed her legs and now her ass showed.
“Yeah, anything serious I need to know about?”

“No,
just non-profit bureaucracy. I’m making sure to protect my company asset, that’s all.”

“Okay, but don’t forget I’m available if you need assistance.”

“Okay. How are you feeling, are you still in pain?”

“Nah, babe, I’m good. Don’t worry about me like that.”

“I do worry about you, just like you worry about me.”

“How come you didn’t tell me about school?”

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

He smirked and took a drink.
Sal didn’t see it that way.

“I went for my annual this morning.
The doctor said I’ve healed well and it's okay if we have sex.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you had an appointment.” She rested her chin in her hands. Her mouth formed a perfect O and he imagined
those lips sucking his dick.

Man, th
is rum is getting me drunk
. 

Selange rubbed her leg, feeling self-conscious. “Honey, are you still mad about the bracelet?”

Bracelet? Damn chica is plum loco. The jewelry wasn’t even on his mind, his stubborn dick was. “Nah, carina don’t go there. I’m good.”

She hated the invisible distance. Something was wrong. “I love you honey.”

He went to drink and she stood and padded down, took the bottle from his hands and guzzled. “Ah, shit!” she exclaimed once she finished the remaining one-third. She used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth and then passed it empty to his hand. “I figured I needed a drink, too. Maybe, I should start sitting down here after the children fall asleep and have a few drinks to relax.”

His eyebrows
drew close together. “What are you doing chica?”

“I’m doing Alfonzo.”

“Babe, don’t try to get inside my head right now,” he said as he placed the bottle close to the wall. “You might not like what’s in there.”

She spread her legs and put her hands on her hips. “We said no secrets
, clean slate and I’m hoping you meant that.” She put a hand to her breast. “Just answer a question and I’ll leave you alone in your dungeon.”

“
Babe, you don’t have to go anywhere, I love your company. Ask your question esposa.”

“Are you stressed out about work or us?”

“That’s a two-part question profesora.” He scoffed, “The shit isn’t fair,” he said feeling like Sal at the moment. “Stress is part of my life, ya lo sabes.”

“
The only thing I know is that I’m horny and my usually triple horny husband doesn’t seem to find me attractive anymore and…”

His hand was on her leg, he put an end to the foolish talk. “One thing you never have to worry about is my attraction to your sexy ass.  My heart beats for you y sólo tú!” He rubbed his hands up her calves to her thighs. “Mi mundo eres tú, mi sangre es suya.” He parted her legs
and stroked the supple lips of her coño in a circular motion and then the interior fleshy hood with a firm finger massage. She was wet before he inserted inward and her juices clung to his fingers when he withdrew. “I’m thirsty for you chica.”

“Have a sip of my wine
then,” she teased in a seductive lilt.

Alfonzo sucked the fingers with her essence. His eyes burned intently.  “You do taste sweet, pineapple juice, last time it was apple juice. Are you swiping the
twin’s drinks naughty esposa?”

The
sparkle in her eyes was the confession. The children’s juices were one hundred percent natural and really good. Poor Anita thought the kids were drinking too much. “You busted me honey, do I get punished?”

Alfonzo kicked his shoes a few feet away. Unbuckled his trousers and slid them down his legs.
“Sí mamasita, you do.” Tonight he planned to cure himself. The last thing he wanted was his wife to believe she was undesirable when she was extremely hot. Once he stripped naked, he sat on the stair fully aroused and brought her facing him on his lap and she took him in, holding on to his dick so tight he grunt as she widened her legs like a frog with her toes pressed at his hipbones. “Lean back chica,” he coaxed and supported her spine with his hands and knees as she lifted and moaned, horny for her husband as she rode him hard.

Alfonzo hissed at how good it was being inside his wife's pussy.
He thrust up and in as one hand reached forward to stroke her clitoris in a light circular motion and she whimpered more as he caressed. She rotated her pelvis, bit her lip, and cursed him for making her wait so damn long and he cursed back. “Shit, babe you got me whipped!”

“Oh honey me too…ah….m
e encanta follarte!” she exclaimed under the stimulation of her internal and external orgasmic zone. She fought the combustion and was unable to contain the euphoric sensation rushing throughout her body like a drug. She climaxed so quickly, she blushed.

Alfonzo pulled her forward, kissing her throat, licking her like food
. Whatever trepidations he had flew out the window when she recovered. The hunger returned and her ass bounced on his thighs as she cried, “I need you…oh…honey that’s when I’m whole.”

The lyrics to that song played again
. Selange was a pheromone and caused a fever. Goddamn, he burned. In urgency he brought her down to the base of the stairs, laying her atop his clothes on the floor, not giving a damn if they broke his phone. He squatted between her legs and pulled them around his waist scooting forward until he was back inside her honeycomb hiding place. Every piece of her he touched, making sure his dick massaged her thoroughly as he licked her from ear to stomach and then went up. His mouth sucked her pouty lips and then tongued the hell out of her, ignoring her muffled groans. His dick worked just fine. The erection persisted, he surpassed the critical moment and the joy of being able to make-love to his wife without fear thrilled him more.

He
licked her sweetness, and an engorged dick buzzing with hornets pilfered the beehive. The stickiness was viscous sugar, and he wanted more.

The fear he had was replaced by greed, and he took all the honey and hoarded for himself. His body
glistened; the tattoos were 3D on his flesh. The work-out he missed with Sal, he made up for with sex. He cupped her face hard, leaned forward and caressed her healed cheeks.

Alfonzo’s aqua eyes were pools so deep, Selange drowned as he held her immobile to touch her erogenous zone. Her breasts were food which she pushed to his mouth when he bowed to nibble and suck. Her body craved him. The war of flesh pleasurable, and there was no shame in her defeat. 

She clutched the hard biceps, gorgeously scarred and tatted. The indentations cutting across his abs glistened as they bulged with each rotational thrust. Selange’s lips parted, helpless and decadent under Alfonzo’s delightful assault. Her hands slipped free and she drifted in a cloud as he filled her with his love to state emphatically it was his heart she owned.

It is the kiss, um loving and moist
and the smell of Mentos which brought a smile. Her body was languid and pliable.

Her love arched higher.

The passion consumed her fully.

Alfonzo’s love-making was fire, causing burn marks on her heart.

Alfonzo held tight when her legs quivered violently and pumped more liquid flame and ice to her core. The tremble branched outward to every limb. In a forceful breath, he spoke into her mouth, “Never doubt how I feel about you, esposa. Te quiero cada día más, comprende babe?”

He could have sold her a traveling circus
, said the moon was cheese, for all she cared. He satiated her hunger and made her feel so beautiful; anything he said would have received an affirmation. Her cry on the wave of yet another orgasm filled the wine cellar.
“Yes, honey oh yes!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Behind closed doors in a sound-proof office, free of infestation is where Giuseppe stood pacing as he talked on a secure line with his young brother. Matteo had finally broken his silence to update the Don on the happenings during his rehabilitation and self-imposed exile with Shanda. “Fratello,” Giuseppe shouted. “You said nothing to me. I should have been there!”

Alfonzo merely stated, “You were injured.”

“
You were, too.”

“I was not injured in the head.”

“That does not have anything to do with my hands!”

“I disagree. The brain sends signals to the body which controls movement.”

“Aye, you play with words like Uncle.”

“So do you.”

“I am upset, do not tease fratellino.”

“So, how’s the family?” Alfonzo said changing the subject.

“Buono and yours?”

“Bueno,”
was Alfonzo’s curt reply.

“And the fuck-up of the
family how is he?”

“Alive.”

“And the mess?”

“Cleaned.”

“Buono,” Giuseppe nodded. Another war is not what the family needed. Paolo had dulled his taste for these things. He missed his brother. “You will visit?”

“Of course.”

“You did not tell me that I injured you fratellino. I am saddened to hear this from others.”

“You weren’t well. I forgive your crazy ass!”

“I miss our famiglia in one room.”

“As long as it’s not in a hospital.”

“Or churches, I now fear cathedrals.”

Alfonzo’s laugh was genuine. “And I fear steps of a church.”

“Then you cannot climb and I cannot go in.”

“We are hopeless.”

“We are blessed to have life.”

“This is some shit, we can finally agree on something.”

“Matteo scowls at me. He cannot forgive me for my boyish urges.”

“If he’s sitting in the same room with you and you’re still talking I say he has.”

Giuseppe halted. “Sí, fratellino…si.”

“Alright big-head I need to go to sleep.”

“You sleep. Ha!”

“Yes, I sleep.”

“I will see you soon.”

“Yeah, adios!”

Giuseppe sat. He grinned at his brother-in-law. “We will be family for many years. Let us forget the past. As men let us begin again, eh mio amico?”

“Now I am your friend?”

“Feel honored.”

Matteo’s pearly white teeth glistened. “I am not honored.
I recall the last friend you had received a knife to the heart.”

“Ah, sí. I forgot about that. Then we are family, va meglio?”

“We became family when I married your sister, cazzo!”

“Ah, so then the bad boy incident with Lucia occurred before we were famiglia, no?”

“Be glad it did. Amelda will kill me if I kill you.”

“You fear Amelda, more than me?”

“I fear loss of family. They are what I love.”

“
Sí, which is my love.”

“Sí cognato, I agree.”

~ ~

“I’m sorry about the other day. I got tied up love,” Tony apologized.

“All night?”

“Tiffany, look I had business to take care of.” His lady was pissed and rightfully so. He had to deliver Sergio to a safe-house and make sure the kid was comfortable until Alfonzo came for him, personally which didn’t occur until a short time ago. He snuggled closer in the bed, pressing himself against her luscious ass, but she scooted away.

“No nookie tonight.”

“Who said I wanted nookie?”

“Yeah, right. I know you Tony.”

The masculine face with chiseled features of a rugged model didn’t smile. He rarely smiled, just habit. “And what do you know about me?”

“You’re a charmer.”

“And what else?” His hand massaged her abdomen. He inched closer feeling her melting.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Hmmm, you think I’m hopeless?”

“No, I think you’re naughty.”

“Then say naughty. Incorrigible, ah, I don’t know if I like that word.”

He spooned her now and she didn’t pull away.

The warmth between lovers ignited into a flame.

~ ~