Buzz…buzz
Don Luigi opened one eye, lazily trying to spot the nasty mosquito looking to drain his blood with a vengeance. He cursed the fact that the little critters never seemed to focus on his wife’s plump rump rising like the leaning tower of Pisa. It was an expanse of naked skin that seemed to stretch forever and he had lost all interest in it many years ago.
No, the bloodthirsty little devils only wanted his precious blood for some reason that defied logic and annoyed him beyond the point of absolute frenzied defense. He had already sent a number of them to their demise on the cold marble tiles of the seashore villa.
Luigi felt no regret or guilt about his homicidal reaction to their suicidal dive bombing of his personal space.
His wife was snoring lightly.
He had learned long ago to disregard her nocturnal noises. He had learned to ignore the snoring, the snorting, and the wheezes from chronic congestion that plagued her night and day.
They had a sort of truce between them on that score.
He never mentioned her noisy night sounds and she totally ignored his inability to restrain his passing of gas in the dark — providing he was pointing his ass in the opposite direction.
He fantasized in the dark about the pair of Swedish airline hostesses and their eagerness to offer their gleaming white buttocks to his powerful long strokes of carnal inspection.
Luigi’s manhood woke up in emergency mode to his naughty thoughts about bouncing nipples and twin curved bottoms. He reached down to make certain it was safe from mosquito attack and turned slowly to spoon his sleeping spouse with silent pleasure as she surrounded his stiffness with the generous curves of her naked posterior.
Slowly, he wormed his way into her darkened crack searching for an entryway.
He didn’t care if it were the front door or the rear door. All that mattered was that her puckered edges or pulsating folds should grasp him with instinctive acceptance despite their years of mutual hatred.
The mature woman sighed and rolled her hips back. She was still asleep but the touch of his bullet head on her neglected star caused her to open up magically like he had shouted the words, “Open Sesame!”
She responded in a totally feminine way, unaware of her surrender even when he took up residence just inside her entrance, stretching her sphincter with a stealth born of necessity.
Eventually, the wife resumed her steady breathing and he felt his stiffness pulled inside by her overwhelming need for carnal stimulation from any direction.
He heard her cry out in her sleep, “Guido,” and he wondered who the hell Guido was and why would she cry that particular name when her ass was being stretched by his invading shaft. In all honesty, he didn’t care because her business was her business and she kept her fingers out of his peccadilloes with the utmost care.
His sleeping spouse was moving her entire lower body now in a rhythmic pattern that he was certain would lead to an explosion of his juices in a matter of seconds.
When Luigi felt his spunk start to rise, he slowly withdrew and placed the head of his cock into his wife’s open palm allowing his juice to drain to the very last drop. The sudden wetness caused the mature lady to wet the sheets on her side but she still remained asleep, unaware of her humiliating circumstances.
Luigi fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about Swedish airline hostesses taking turns on their knees between his legs to ensure he fully enjoyed his flight on their passionate journey. He pretended to be asleep the next morning when his spouse got up and ran to the bathroom to change her nightgown and wash her dirty hands. She put a towel under her and he knew she was concerned he might think she was entering a phase of feminine incontinence. It was a concern of hers because her sainted mother had the same problem. It was much to her mother’s distress and shame that her family was aware of her weakness of the flesh.
He arose with a smile on his face and headed out to the market to buy supplies for the evening’s dinner. They were expecting their twin nieces, Angela and Lucrecia, to arrive from inland to spend the season with them at the seashore. The two girls were only eighteen and were more than willing to trade their labor as waitresses and dishwashers to pay for the opportunity to have an entire summer by the shore rubbing elbows with the European jet-setters with their ultra-modern outlooks on life and love.
He hoped the girls had their skimpy bikinis with them and the little panties that only had a tiny cord between their ass cheeks to cover their privates. When they were younger, it was difficult to avoid looking at their glorious view of feminine parts. Now that they were of an age for acceptable compliance, he wanted to learn a little more about what made the younger female generation tick. It was an ideal opportunity because they would be sleeping under his roof and his wife was a sound sleeper.
Tonight, he would cook up a meal wrapped around the “catch of the day” using the fresh seafood from the nearby depths to tantalize the taste-buds of the young teenage girls. His wife had already warned him about not groping the girl’s behinds in the kitchen and no funny business under the table. He had no doubt that his wife meant business and he kept quiet and pretended complete agreement with her proposal.
Their still attractive guest room maid gave him a list of small items to look for at the market and offered to send her daughter Maria with him to help with the shopping.
Maria was standing hipshot behind her, looking totally bored and moving her leg in a way that suggested she was hoping for a quick release of tingles into her outlined camel-toe resting like a velvet trap under her thin summer dress. It was such a pretty picture that Luigi was aroused into a semi-hardened state and he did his utmost to look everywhere except below Maria’s waistline.
They piled into the tiny Fiat and Maria hiked her dress up almost to her panty line in order to stretch her legs. Luigi was convinced he could almost feel the heat coming up from her ripe pussy like a wave of hot lava running down the slopes of the sometimes violent volcano on the nearby mountain. It would come to life unexpectedly like some frigid widow seeking solace from deliveryman with time on his hands.
“Mister Luigi, do you sleep with your wife every night in that big bed?”
He smiled at the girl’s impudence. She was certainly a piece of work and would make a good girlfriend or wife for any young man.
“Yes, Maria, I do. I try to give her a good tingle every night so she can sleep without taking any pills.”
Of course, he was lying, but it was amusing to watch the lust in the young girl’s eyes as she looked up at in disbelief.
“God deliver us, I have not had any such luck for ever so long and I will be an old lady of nineteen tomorrow.”
He reached down with his free hand and patted her bare knee, taking the opportunity to run fingertips up the inside of her leg almost to where they disappeared under her short dress.
Maria was shivering, but it certainly wasn’t cold in the tiny car. He could see she was not quite sure if she should open her knees or squeeze them tight to trap his exploring fingers in her cradle of love.
The middle-aged villa owner parked on the side street next to the market and he moved his hand up to feel Maria’s panties to see if she was guilty with tell-tale wetness in the area of her vagina or anywhere along her female slit that was still well protected by a dense thicket of black curly hair. He was happy to see she was not one of those free thinkers that wanted to shave every single hair from her body to tempt the opposite sex into a foolish error in judgment.
Maria’s sigh was an admission of defeat, and she slid forward in the seat to give him all the leverage he needed to fully explore her female cave. Soon Luigi had his fingers drenched with her juices and he held them up for her to witness her disgusting behavior.
“Oh, Mister Luigi, you are making poor Maria a very bad girl. I will not be upset if you wish to go deeper into me right there because I need to get it so bad I can almost taste it in my silly mouth.”
She held onto her boss’s hand with both of her own and humped his hand frantically like she had just found her true love despite their age differences and the fact he was not the handsome young Prince of her fantasy dreams. At least, he was not ugly like the butcher that delivered meat to her mother every Saturday morning. She couldn’t understand how her sainted mother could possibly bend over the table for his disgusting demands in the middle of the day and allow him to degrade her like she was some gypsy girl looking for spare change from his pocket.
The suddenness of Maria’s squirting release was on them with no warning and her overflow even sprayed the inside of the windshield like a soda bottle opened after being shaken by some prankster.
“You make me want to lose my cherry, Mister Luigi. I am afraid of doing it without warning. Let us do it the doggy way and you can stretch my brown eye just like I know you do to my mama every chance you get.”
Luigi laughed and pushed the girl over sideways with her spooned into his glistening manhood. It was easy to lift her top cheek and find her pucker with little effort. She was in such a state of agitation that the entry into her backdoor parlor was accomplished with a single thrust that made her yelp like a puppy being swatted with a switch.
They rutted like a pair of gutter rats caring only for the final tingle that made it all worthwhile.
Luigi looked down at her youthful, plump flanks with pride of ownership. A passing boy smiled at him humping the female form from behind. Fortunately, Maria’s head was buried in her arms and only her hair was visible from the outside. He felt her tremble and then explode in an unexpected anal orgasm just before he released his full load of liquid lust.
They gathered their clothing and made their way to the market knowing his wife would be suspicious if they dallied too long for a simple trip to the market.
Luigi was not worried because he was certain she would not tell their sins to her mother for fear she would make her go into exile in her grandmother’s house deep in the country where a young girl spent all her waking hours hard at work and never meeting new friends.
Maria was happy that Don Luigi would be certain to treat her with more respect now and she sensed he was drawn to her in a way that might just secure her future.
