Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“I used to be full of you!” I snapped, “Now I got a draw full of batteries and I’m not full of myself, but I’m lying here with my fucking tits a foot from your face and you’re not even looking at them.”

“I’ve been looking at them for years, I…”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Should I get new ones? These aren’t good enough anymore?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He sighed, “But you’re pissed and there’s no point in explaining anything, think what you want.”

Sitting up, he pulled the sheet up and lying on his back, closed his eyes. “Besides,” he said, reaching out to shut the lamp off without opening his eyes, “If you need your tits stared at Chad does that ever time he’s here so don’t worry, you have a fan.”

“How dare you!” I growled at him. “Don’t you mention him and make it sound like I’m doing something wrong! Chad does all our yard work because you don’t.”

“I work remember? And Chad does the yard work because he’s hoping to trim your bush when I’m not home.”

I started to speak and forced myself not to. I wouldn’t be baited. Granted there was a part of me that wondered if Chad, the very attractive nephew of our next door neighbor, was into me. He was always staring and although he was only twenty was pretty damn ballsy, flirting every time he came over. I’d be lying to say it wasn’t a turn on, but then again, he might just be playing up to me to keep getting me to pay him to take care of the yard.

Greg was quiet and I was prepared to roll over and call tonight for what it was; another failure. Just before I did I caught sight of the picture of the two of us on the nightstand. It was taken on our tenth anniversary and we were on the beach, Greg was behind me, his arms around my waist and we were smiling into the camera. We had never fought like this. I needed to relax and keep trying. I’d never wanted to be one of those couples who lost their spark.

“I’m not Mrs. Robinson, Greg. He’s a good looking kid and he’s full of himself. Thinks every woman is on the prowl.”

Greg didn’t respond and at first I thought he was going to feign sleep, instead he opened his eyes and turning to look at me said, “Well you are over forty you know, so you fit all those hot cougar fantasies.”

“Yeah, you think I’m a hot cougar?” I asked.

“Hot yes, but a cougar to me would be like sixty and that’s nasty.” He laughed.

“Okay, so how about I’m your hot wife?”

“I agree to that.” He rolled over on his side and kissed me. “My very hot trophy wife.”

“I like that!” I laughed, “Can I quit the office?”

“Um…. no.”

He smiled at me and tugging on his sweat shirt I said, “Baby, lose this rag and show your wife how hot she is.”

“Brenda, I really am kind of tired.”

“Honey, I’m horny!” I gave him the pout and cupping my tits held them up, “Come on and play with me!”

Greg paused, looked as if he were going to continue, but when I reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants he smiled and sitting up, took his shirt off. Laying back down he rolled over to me and started kissing my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes, grateful I’d kept pushing. Greg was sucking gently on my neck and I moaned when his fingers found my nipple. His other hand was trailing down my stomach and felt like it was trembling. I started stroking his cock through his pants and frowned as he didn’t seem to be getting any harder.

Greg’s entire body seemed tense and when his mouth left my neck and trailed down to my tit he sucked my nipple into his mouth so quickly it hurt.

“Easy baby,” I said my hand beginning to stroke him harder, “It’s not a race.”

“Sorry,” he murmured and began gently tonguing my nipple.

“Let’s get these off.” I pulled on his pants.

Releasing my nipple, Greg rolled onto his back and lifting his legs pulled his pants off. I went to roll over and begin kissing him, but he quickly rolled back over onto his side and sliding his hand down my stomach, slipped it into my thong. I’d been so pent up that even the little attention he had given me had me wet and I groaned as his fingers slid through my lips. He went back to sucking my nipple and again I noticed how tense he was.

“Relax, Greg. See baby, this is what you need, get you all calmed down.”

Greg grunted something, but I didn’t hear it over my yelp as he shoved his fingers into me and started pumping them. I didn’t consider myself delicate, but he was jerking them in and out of there like an awkward teenager rather than my lover of the last two decades.

“Greg, easy! I…. oh!”

He slid his fingers out and began rubbing my clit. I began thrusting my hips into his fingers, desperate to get some relief and reaching down, grabbed his cock again. He was still only semi-hard and I began pumping him while his fingers worked my sorely neglected button. I winced again when he began sucking my nipple harder and his fingers were pressing uncomfortably hard against my clit. His fingers were moving faster and despite my discomfort, I could feel my legs starting to tremble.

“Oh, yes.” I moaned, “Oh.. I… no, don’t stop!”

Greg had started to move his hand and I quickly clamped my legs around it.

“Honey, I’m right there! I…”

“Forget it, Brenda.” He said disgustedly. “I… I told you I’m tired, I… I can’t even get it all the way up.”

He wasn’t lying. His cock was no harder then when I’d started playing with him. Greg pulled his hand from between my legs and resisting the urge to whimper in frustration or point blank ask him, why should that mean I can’t finish, I said soothingly, “Hey, it’s okay, baby.”

“Just let it go Brenda,” He grabbed my wrist. “We’ll play tomorrow, I promise.”

“Greg, just relax.” Pushing him onto his back, I slid down the bed and rolled over between his legs. “I heard a rumor your trophy wife is a hell of a fluffer.”

Before he could respond I grabbed his flaccid cock and taking him between my lips began sucking gently. He was so soft I couldn’t really bob my head. Instead I just sucked and swirled my tongue around the tip. No surprise, Greg stopped protesting and moaned softly as I began sucking harder. I moaned as well at the feeling of his cock beginning to stiffen. I would get him hard, climb on top and after he got off, we could get back to my needs.

Greg was getting hard enough that I could begin to move my head and I couldn’t help notice that his stomach was starting to get in the way. He’d really begun to let himself go. That was a topic for another time. For now I slid a little further down between his legs and propping myself up, started making a show of taking him down to his balls. It wasn’t that hard, first off because he still wasn’t completely hard and truth be told Greg was about average in size, not like a couple of guys I’d fucked before him, one of them had been hung…

I shut off that thought. Sadly I’d been fantasizing more and more about previous lovers as well as a certain young landscaper we currently had. I didn’t really worry about it; it was natural to think about what you weren’t getting. Now however wasn’t the time. I began shaking my head back and forth as well as massaging his balls with my free hand. Greg was breathing hard and his hips were starting to rock. I looked up at him, my blue eyes wide and started to make little whimpering noises. Greg had always been a fan of the ‘little girl’ routine and I was damn good at it.

Disturbingly, I had a hard time seeing up to his face over his stomach, but he moaned out, “Damn you look hot Brenda.”

I removed his cock from my mouth long enough to ask, “Aren’t trophy wives supposed to be?” then went right back to sucking him.From NôvelDrama.Org.

He was fully hard now and I could feel my pussy dripping at the thought that it was going to be feeling that cock very soon. I sucked him another few seconds then lifting my head, quickly slid up to straddle him. I hadn’t been on top in a long time and again I had to pause and sort of push his stomach up to be able to get into position. I reached back and grabbed his cock to guide him into me and noticed he was already starting to soften. I quickly lowered myself down, but my pussy was so wet his head slid through my lips instead.

I moaned as it felt damn good, but when I slid him back and tried to shove him in he was too soft. Again fighting my frustration, I held his cock and started rocking my hips, sliding him up and down the length of my hot wet flesh. I looked down and could see Greg looked frustrated, he was also sweating and flushed. He opened his eyes and started to say something, but I grabbed his wrists and putting his hands on my chest said, “Play with them, baby.”

Greg cupped my tits, but that was it, just held them. I looked down into his brown eyes that used to light up at the sight of his wife’s naked body, but now looked as if he could care less. His cock wasn’t getting harder and I told myself to just give up. But my pussy was wet and I needed it so bad, I kept going. With an air of desperation, I slid back between his legs, took him back into my mouth and started sucking him fast and hard.

I would get him up and this time keep him in my hand while he rolled over between my legs. There was no way I wasn’t getting any tonight and if he was having problems maybe fucking me once would make him feel better. I took him all the way down and began repeatedly deep throating him. Even in his annoyed state, Greg couldn’t stop moaning and his cock was now rock hard. His hips were moving and I was getting ready to move when he cried out.