Donna Maria Carluciano sat in her favorite chair looking into the corner of the room. She was a well-respected and fearless woman who grew up in the Carluciano crime family. Her father, the Don was a well-loved man with an iron fist and controlled all the crime businesses from uptown down to the slums.
They lived in the penthouse of one of their high-rises, which housed a shopping mall on the lower level, offices in the middle of the building, and high-end apartments at the top. Of course, most people living in the building were connected to the family.
Donna Maria was in her mid-forties with dark hair and Latin looks. She was sitting in her chair wearing lace black underwear. Standing behind her was her husband, Carlo Deforanzo. Carlo was her father’s Consigliere before he died, and when she was in her twenties, her father decided they were a good match, even though he was twenty years her senior.
Carlo doted on Maria, knowing that she would become Donna when her father passed. They were deeply in love and still were in love twenty years later. He gave her advice even though he was not her Consigliere; she had made him retire when she took charge.
Donna Maria stood up and held her hand out to her husband. He smiled as she took her lead and let himself be led into the adjoining bedroom. She sat on the bed and motioned for him to stand in front of her.
Her hand slid over his crotch, stroking the outline of his already hardening cock. She loved that he was a man in his sixties, and she turned him on, and she did not have to make him take anything for him to please her in the bedroom.
“Carlo, I need you to make love to me. I am so horny today that I want you to fuck me really hard and you can cum wherever and whenever you want, but you know if I don’t cum enough you are going to have to go down on me.”
He smiled and nodded in agreement and pulled down his zipper. He pulled out his already hard cock and slid his hand through her dark hair. She smiled up at him and gripped the base of his cock. She slowly took his penis into her mouth and slowly started to suck just the tip.
Carlo moaned and started to take off his clothes as his wife sucked more of his shaft. She started to take his whole length in her mouth and down her throat, sucking him hard like she had done all their loving relationship.
She was in charge, and he knew it. He gently started to rock his hips, fucking her mouth and pushing his cock as far as it could go. Maria cupped his balls, which only meant one thing; he was going too fast. A small, sharp tug on his balls forced him to slow down. He didn’t mind. He knew that she liked to be fully in charge, setting the pace.
Maria let go of his cock and stood up. She kissed him passionately as she unclasped her bra and peeled off her panties. She lay back on the bed and lay back. She spread open her pussy lips, letting Carlo see her wet, pink pussy.
Carlo kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers before bending forward and burying his head between her legs. Her moans reverberated around the room as he contently ate her out.
From outside the room, two soldiers stood guard on the room. The door was ajar, Donna Maria making sure that she was protected at all times. They smiled at each other hearing her moans of pleasure, a usual occurrence as Donna Maria’s sexual appetite was insatiable.
“Come, Carlo, fuck me hard. I want you fuck the shit out of me. I need that cock inside me.”
Carlo pulled off his boxers and climbed on top of his wife. He slipped his impressive eight-inch cock inside of her, making her let out a guttural moan. He positioned himself into a comfortable position and slowly started to slide in and out of her. Her hands wrapped around him, holding his back and gently started to urge him on as he started to pound her as best as he could.
They were fully in tune with each other, twenty-odd years of making love to each other and they were fully in sync. He slipped his arms under her, pulling her body close to him. With her breasts against his hairy chest, he fucked her harder and deeper.
They kissed deeply, both of them with their eyes closed, lost in the moment. Their bodies hardly left each other as his cock pistoned in and out of her loving hole. They were in unison, body and mind, their love knowing no bounds.
Her body started to shake slowly beneath him, and her first orgasm seemed to wash over her. Her fluids started to trickle from her hole, and she pushed him off her gently.
Carlo sat back on his knees, admiring his handy work. They smiled at each other knowingly. She rolled over, getting onto her belly and sticking a pillow beneath her so her butt was slightly elevated. She looked back at him encouragingly and spread her butt cheeks, giving him a view of her wet pussy.
He leant forward, kissing her butt, making her laugh. He climbed on top of her, slipping his cock back inside her pussy. He wiggled forward so that his cock was fully buried inside her. He held onto her and started to slowly slide in and out of her once more. She pushed back against him, making him shove his cock inside her to the hilt.
Carlo’s hands slid beneath her, cupping both her breasts as he moved his hips, fucking her as best he could. He lay flat on top of her, his hairy chest pressing against her back. He kissed and sucked on her on her neck, giving her marks.
Donna Maria’s body started to shake once more, her body convulsing in pleasure as her husband pounded her as best he could. Their body heat and sweat mingled together; they were as one.
Carlo’s hands held on tight to Donna Maria’s firm breasts as he fucked his wife as hard as he could. He knew that the more he made her cum, the better the climax would be for him too. They were so used to making love to each other that their bodies were in sync every time.
Maria pushed her husband back, making him pull away from her. He knew what that meant. The final stretch. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Maria swung her legs over him and sat on his lap facing him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she slowly started to bounce on his lap.
With one hand he held her ass, guiding her as she bounced. The other hand held her back, making sure she didn’t fall. Maria wrapped her arms around his neck, riding him for all she was worth. Her head tilted back in pleasure as she whimpered loudly.
“Yes, Carlo. Cum inside me. I need it so bad.”
He grunted in acknowledgement, moaning with her. He leaned forward, kissing her passionately as he held on for dear life. His body started to shake with hers as he clenched his buttocks trying to hold back the inevitable. His body gave away his intention and Maria grabbed his chin and looked him in the eye.
“Don’t clench, baby, relax and shoot that load inside me.”
With a grunt and satisfied moan, he relaxed, shooting his load deep inside her. She sat on his lap, letting him flood her pussy deep inside her hole. She kissed him passionately, pushing him back on the bed. Still shooting his load inside her she lay flat on top of him and cuddled up to him.
She could feel him going soft inside her and moved into a comfortable position on top of him. They kissed slowly as they got comfortable. Maria rested her head on his shoulder as he held her close. He slid his hand over her ass, caressing her as his cock slipped from her hole. She moaned as his cum slowly oozed from her pussy.
Donna Maria rolled off her husband and took a packet of cigarettes from the bedside table. She handed him one and took one for herself. She lit them both and inhaled deeply from hers. They both got comfortable, and Carlo wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. Her hand rested on his thigh, gently running her hand over his leg.
“Carlo, my love, tomorrow young Bruno will be initiated into the family. Of course, he will have to perform.”
Carlo smiled; he knew what that meant. Performing in many levels meant that the young man in question would have to show stamina, endurance and creativity. He would have to perform not only sexually but also out in the field.
The poor young man would have to perform in front of Donna Maria and Carlo, and then go out with the team and raid a rival club. It was something that was done every so often; it kept them on their toes.
Also, it kept Carlo’s voyeurism in check.
To Be Continued…
