Thursday, May 29, 2014

Public sex

I was in complete shock with my conversation with Giuseppe that poor Vince had to guide me back to the apartment. I shared with him what the conversation was about and he was as shocked as I was. I was grateful that Giuseppe entrusted me with that money and to do the right thing. He knew what I did in the community and for the community.
Once inside the apartment, we had lunch and a quick nap. After getting up, we talked about getting a larger apartment. We figured that I have the money to buy two entire buildings anywhere in the city, so we thought we’d do that but unsure of a few buildings. I’m sure for a number of cheesecakes, the guys from the FD and the PD would help us move. So I called my brother to prep a shit load of cheesecakes and then we headed more towards Manhattan and found a few but both of us were picky.
I tend to solve shit over food. You gotta trust food; it’ll always give you the answer!! So I dragged Vince over to Bubba Gump. He had never gone before!! If I’m not at my brother’s restaurant, I’m at Bubba Gump.  Since I’m there often, we got seated right away and we were given my usual appetizers. The Cajun shrimp, the shrimp gumbo and shrimp macaroni and cheese. I asked the server to bring milk over and explained that my hubby doesn’t do spicy as well as I do.
We order a bit of everything and I swear Vince is sweating bullets moments into eating the appetizers so the staff ends up leaving a few gallons of milk at the table for us. Vince can’t handle the heat and I’m craving it even more now that I’m pregnant. During dinner, I was craving sucking my husband’s cock but I knew I had to wait for a few hours and brush my teeth a shit load of times. See, I normally don’t like to suck cock but my hormones are driving me nuts at the moment. I catch Vince’s eyes and slowly suck on my straw so he gets the hint. He gets the hint and lets out a low moan and curses.
“I want you so badly right now,” Vince said. “You have NO idea what you do to me. I crave you every day. I need to see you, touch you, be with you and be in you daily.”
“Give me two minutes then follow me to the ladies room,” I said, hatching a plan in mind.
“What? Are you crazy?” Vince asked me.
“I’d be crazy to pass up an opportunity to be fucked in a public place,” I said. “Life’s an adventure!!”
I grabbed my purse and away I went. I didn’t even bother looking back. I was only 75% sure that he’d follow behind me. I cleared the women out of the bathroom and locked the door. My phone chirped and I read the text; Vince was on the other side and ready to have sex with me. I open the door; he comes in and immediately locks the door. We’re ripping each other’s clothes off and at each other’s bodies in seconds.
Vince leaned me over a sink and entered my dripping pussy from behind. In a matter of seconds, he has me screaming his name as I orgasm. Seconds later, he reaches around and grabs my tits.
“Oh gawd, Vince. It feels so good when you squeeze my tits as you fuck me,” I said as I was moaning in pleasure again.
“I love your sensitive tits,” Vince pants as he’s pumping into me. “Every chance I get, I’m gonna get you pregnant!”
We orgasm together and I can feel him shoot baby batter into me as he’s thrusting deep inside me. After a few minutes, he shutters and he’s done. He pulls out of me and guides me against the door. He slides me up so he can ram his still hard cock into my sore and dripping pussy. I wrap my legs around his waist.
He starts to flick one nipple as he’s sucking on my other tit. Next thing I know, Vince unwrapped my legs from his waist and place both of them over his shoulder. Oh. My. God. G-spot alert! G-spot alert! G-spot alert!
He pumps slow and deep as I begin to scream his name; he begins to pumps into me faster and faster and as hard as he could. My pussy is dripping so much there’s a puddle underneath me. A few minutes go by, we orgasm together again. He takes his sweet time shooting baby batter into me; once he’s done, he shutters shooting the last of his baby batter into me and gently pulls out of me.
Once we catch our breath, he helps me off his shoulders. I’m glad that I’m still wearing my stilettos. I throw my skirt and my blouse on and shove my thongs into my purse. My hair’s a mess……the kind of mess that says: “I fucked my husband twice in a public place and he rocked my world twice!”.
He’s dressed and we try to discretely leave the ladies room but once we leave, there’s a loud round of applause, cheering and cat calls. One person was demanding to speak to the owner. The server pointed to me and said that I was the owner. Vince looked at me in surprise and I mouthed “Sorry!” and the complaining patron asked for the police. The server yet again pointed to me and said that I was the assistant chief of police. I decided to go over to the complaining patron to smooth some shit out.
“I’m sorry that the wild, crazy sex that my husband and I just had in my restaurant bothered you so much. The last time we had crazy sex like that in the building I own, the neighbor called my own SWAT team on me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have 15 men look at you in lust mid sex with your smoking hot but yet older husband is shooting hot baby batter deep into your already occupied womb?” I said sweetly and with a Cheshire cat grin. “You and your family’s meal will be on me and your server will make sure that you have a $10,000 gift card waiting for you when you’re ready to leave. I believe that should be adequate, don’t you think? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I feel my husband’s cum dripping down my leg so it’s time for him to fill me up again! It’s a shame that I’m pregnant already because if I wasn’t, he would’ve knocked me up just now!”
The woman’s jaw dropped and no one in her party could say a thing. As I waved goodbye, I told her that I wished her husband learned a thing or two from mine. He winked at me and said he did!! I laughed as the wife turned beet red in embarrassment. As we left, we got another round of applause, loud cheering and few cat calls.
Once we were outside, we were laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our faces. We were able to stop laughing once we got back inside the apartment. I went into the room and stripped; leaving my stilettos on. I looked in the mirror and I admire my 3 month baby bump. Vince walks in and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around me, rubbing our baby.
“You’re so fucking hot with our baby, my love. Your tits are getting bigger and heavier,” he said as he reached up with one hand to massage one of my tits. “We’re going to have to stock up on baby formula, dear!”
“I think you love me for the baby bump and my bigger tits,” I said jokingly around. “Why do have to stock up on baby formula?”
“Once you evict the baby out in 6 more months, I’m gonna suck your tits dry as I fill your womb up with more baby batter. Every time you give birth to one of our children, I’m gonna keep sucking you dry and keep you pregnant. There’s nothing more than I want than to have you as the mother to my kids,” Vince said. “You’re a beautiful woman but you’re even more beautiful when I have you pregnant.”

“You can keep fucking me and getting me pregnant as long as you want to,” I said. “But for now, we can practice!”

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Slow days are good

As the days go by, I see both Paolo and Giuseppe every day. I miss having these men being active and constantly calling and swinging by to visit me wherever I was at the moment (and me visiting them wherever they were). I am relieved that they are behaving themselves as they rest and recover. Giuseppe’s broken leg takes a little extra time to heal because of his older age. He can use crutches pretty well but he gets tired fast and is more comfortable in a wheel chair.
The both of them are being well taken care of; they’re eating better and gaining some well needed weight and now taking their medications regularly. Since Paolo was a priest with the local parish, he didn’t really have any family other than the rest of the priests. Giuseppe’s wife died a number of years ago so it was just him and his two kids; plus the mafia family.
Eventually, I had a chance to speak with Giuseppe alone. I wanted to discuss with him about him stepping down from the mafia and allowing the family to disperse. At first, he was adamant against it. But after taking some time to discuss it and recap of how we got to the ER, the broken leg, etc. He saw where I was coming from and promised me that he’d talk it over with the rest of his family; both blood and mafia families. I gave him a hug and told him that I’d return the next day to check on him. Before I got to the door, he gave me some shocking news.
“Um, Deppgrl? There’s something that I need to share with you before you go.  I think you should sit down before I tell you,” Giuseppe said.
“What’s up, Giuseppe?” I asked as I was yawning.
“This won’t take too long. You’re pregnant, tired and you haven’t seen your honey because of being with me all the time, but I promise it’s worth it,” he said.
“Okaaaaaaaaaaaay’” I replied.
“You know that I love you as I love my own children; maybe a little bit more than them. When I die, you get all the money. The houses get sold, the vehicles get sold….everything gets sold and you get the money. If you choose to give my ungrateful children money, that’s fine but I’d rather you not. They think that they deserve it since they were raised with no spending limit, got into trouble all the time, and had no respect for me years ago” he said.
“You know that I’m pretty much worth close to over a trillion dollars, right? I’m spending all this money and I still have more left over that I have no idea what to do with!! How much are you worth?” I asked.
“Living? I’m worth about three million dollars. Dead? That three million plus the costs of the sales of the houses and the vehicles,” he said.
“What’s the TOTAL worth, ‘Seppe?” I asked.
“Close to $1,500,000,000,” he said.
“What the fuck am I gonna to with all that money? I fund this assisted living place, I fund the hospital that you and Paolo and I were at, I fund over 25 animal shelters and 15 shelters for the homeless as well as 20 shelters for those who are trying to get out of abusive relationships. I bought my brother his restaurant. I helped my some of my family get out of debt. I pay for repairs for the PD and the FD, new equipment, new vehicles and new gear. I bought the building where I’m the owner and CEO of” I said.

“Buy a rehab center and refurbish it,” Giuseppe said. “My wife died because of cirrhosis of the liver and a drug overdose because of the lifestyle I brought her into. The kids think that I forced the alcohol and drugs on to my wife. That’s why I don’t want them to have the money.” 

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Can't help that I'm addicted to sex!!

After a few days of rest and recovery in the hospital for Paolo and Giuseppe, they went into the same assisted living home for seniors until they were 100 % recovered. Vince and I helped them get settled and made sure that a few of Giuseppe’s men were lurking around just to make sure that these men were safe.
When Vince and I got home, we showered, ate and went to bed. Vince had no problem falling asleep whereas I couldn’t sleep. My hormones were driving me insane, making me want sex more and more but Vince is afraid to have sex often because he doesn’t want to hurt me or the baby; makes sense but I have needs, dammit!
As he’s sleeping, I gently take his boxers off of him and I take off my panties and bra. I gently wrap my hand around his appendage and start stroking him. I eventually pick up a little speed but once he gets harder, I wrap my small mouth around his 9 ½ inch long, 4 ½ inch wide appendage and start sucking him. He wakes up and moans. I have his attention now!
“Babe…..you gotta stop. Matt said another few days!” he said.
“Forget what he said, babe!” I said. “I need your cock and I need it now!”
“I love how you suck me!” he said as he flipped me onto my back. “Take all of it, babe!”
Thanks to my tonsillectomy when I was a kid, I can take my hubby’s entire cock in my mouth (and throat). I love how his cock tastes. After a few more thrusts, he unloads tons of thick, hot baby batter down my throat. Minutes tick by and he’s still unloading cum, grabbing my hair and screaming my name. He shutters for a second and he’s done.
While I’m still on my back, Vince spreads my legs and starts licking my core; his tongue puts Gene Simmons’ tongue to shame!! In a matter of seconds, Vince has his tongue deep inside my dripping pussy, licking in all directions and constantly hitting my g – spot. He teases me by biting my clit gently before biting me hard and causing me to scream my orgasm and his name.
Once I’m done, he gets up to get a bottle of lube; which we both know that I don’t need for my pussy…….He’s going through the back door! God, I love this man. I help him a little bit but I don’t help too much because I love when he cums in my ass.
I get myself ready with the nipple clamps, the crop, getting on my hands and knees and a pillow under my growing baby bump. I knew that with the nipple clamps would definitely hurt my sensitive tits and that I was going to love it. 
“The clamps are new,” Vince said as he’s aiming for my ass. “How do you want me to use them?”
“Enter me like you usually do but as you enter me, use the chains of the clamps to get leverage,” I explain.
“Basically you want me to pull on them as I ram into, right?” he asked. “Won’t that hurt your gorgeous but sensitive tits?”
“Yes,” I said. “That’s the point!”
“This may hurt a bit,” he forewarned me as he rammed his long and thick cock into my tight ass pulling my nipple clamps.
“Fuuuuuucckkkk!” we both scream.
“Again!” I said panting as he was thrusting deep into me.
“Again?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
Vince pulled out gently, put a little bit more lube on and then put the head of his cock into the entrance of my ass. He got the chains to the nipple clamps in his hands ready and rams into me a little harder.
“Fuck!” I scream again. “Do it again and pull the chains a little harder.”
He pulls out, hits my ass hard with the crop a few times, eliciting moans from me. He smacks my ass even harder, leaving red marks all over. He throws the crop off the bed, aims for my ass and readies the chains in his hands. He rams into me and pulls the chains a bit harder than he did the last time.
“Fuck!!!” I scream; panting as he thrusting into me again.
“Your ass is so tight, babe!” he said.
“Do it again,” I said hoarsely.
“How many more times?” he asked warily as he’s still fucking my ass pretty damn hard.
“Until you cum, make me lose my voice or both,” I said. “Take these clamps off of me!”
He took the clamps off of me, put a little more lube on his hard cock, aims, grabs my hips and rams into my ass again. He thrusts into my ass so hard causing me to scream. He grabs my tits and I cum.
He pulls out, takes a sip of water, puts the remainder of the lube on, aims, grabs my hips and rams into me harder than he has before; I scream in pain that he mistakes for pleasure and thrusts his humongous cock into my tight ass as hard as he can.
“Once or twice more and I’ll cum inside your ass, baby. I love your tight ass!” he said as he pulls out.
He spits onto his cock a little bit, grabs my ass and is ready to ram into my ass again.
“Bite that pillow, babe!” he said. “Practically going in dry!”
“Fuck, yes!” I said; hoping he’d be done soon. I love this but it’s getting a little too painful.
I don’t bother with the pillow as he rams me this time; as painful as it is, there’s still traces of lube. He pounds and pounds into me. I cum again; he pulls out.
“One more time,” he said.
He rams into my ass harder than he has before. He pounds into me so hard. As I’m screaming, he’s fucking my ass harder than I’m used to and I pass out.
I wake up with feeling something cool and damp on my forehead and something warm on my ass. I try to sit up but Vince keeps me laying down.
“Oh my God, babe! I was way too rough on you!! I could’ve hurt you and the baby!! I’m SO sorry!” he says as he cries.
“Vince, listen to me, ok?” I said. “We both wanted this. If I wanted you to stop, I would’ve told you to stop. I know you would’ve if I said: ‘Stop!’. I’m okay. I’ll be a little sore for the next few days. Unfortunately for me, that means no anal sex but you can always take care of my pussy,” I said. “I’ve had worse situations happen. I’m not mad at you. I’m fine, the baby’s fine and we’re fine!”
Vince went to get me some children’s Tylenol for the pain and brought me some orange juice. We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling and kissing. We slept for a little bit. We got up, showered, dressed and walked a few blocks to my brother’s restaurant.
Once we were sat, the hostess said she’d get my brother. I told her for $100, we’re paying customers and that I’m NOT related to her boss. She refused the money and didn’t tell my brother that Vince and I were here. Thankfully the server that was taking care of Vince and I was pretty new and didn’t realize that I was the owner’s sister until he walked out to our table. 
“Why the fuck are you trying to bribe my staff into NOT telling me that you’re here?” my brother asks.
“Tonight, we’re paying customers. Fuck the fact that we’re related!! With all the times that we’re here and all the times you send out dish after dish after dish, you’re losing money, NOT making any!” I said.
“With all the cheesecake you buy for the FD and the PD, I’ve got employees from both tromping through here as if the doors revolved! They’re recommending to other people so whatever I send out to you gets paid for in the long run!” my brother said.
“Let’s make a deal,” I offered. “Every other visit, we’ll pay.”
My brother took me up on it and told me that starting next time we’ll pay; I growled at him. He chuckled. As usual, he sent out tons of food. We were SO full after our meals that we barely had room for dessert. After eating what we could, asked for the remainder to be packed up, I twisted the arm of our server so we ended up paying half the total price (we ended up paying $3,500 for half the bill, NOT including the $525 tip).
After saying good bye to my brother, we carried about 20 bags of food back to the apartment. At times like this, I was grateful that I had a huge fridge. Once the food was put away, I put on my pjs and hopped into bed. Vince followed suit a few minutes later. We fell asleep watching reruns of “I love Lucy”.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Had a wedding this past weekend

This weekend was very busy. I had the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner on Friday for my brother and now sister in law. Their wedding was on Saturday. And the brunch on Sunday. My buddy “DS” came with me. I’ve known him forever.
The entire weekend was a blast but the only downside was that I fell for my buddy that came with me. He’s the chivalrous sort; opened doors for me, helped me in & out of the car, etc. He was really attentive towards me, as he should of been (in my opinion), always made sure that we weren’t separated, got me something to drink, gave me his jacket when I was shivering. It was really sweet of him to be like this but he’s always been a gentleman for as long as I’ve known him.
The craziest thing is as we were saying goodbye to my brother and sister in law, my brother told me to be good and my buddy to keep his hands off of me. My buddy swore he was a saint (and he was) and I said that the only one between the three of us that was virgin was NOT me and my buddy turned a million shades red. I told my brother that my buddy doesn’t have anything to worry about, but my brother’s chef at my brother’s restaurant needs to watch out. My brother laughed hysterically and I winked.
It was kinda an awkward drive for a few minutes. My buddy asked how close my brother and I are; I said that we’re fairly close since my brother knows that I’ve been sexually active for  12 years. My buddy isn’t too thrilled to hear that but I gently reminded him that we aren’t dating. All he could say about that was: “Right”. He let it go for a few minutes and had asked me if my sex life got me into trouble. I said that it had on several occasions and I dropped it; I really didn’t want to talk about it. I’m grateful that he picked up on me not wanting to talk about it. After a few minutes of silence, I fell asleep in the car.
I’m not sure how much time had passed by but I woke up when I thought I felt weight on my left knee. I groaned a little as I shifted to let my buddy know that I woke up. His hand was on my left knee.
“You ok?” DS asked me.
“Mmmmm. In a few minutes I will. Guess I needed to rest my eyes for a little bit. The strangest thing woke me up.” I said.
“What was that?” he asked.
“What woke me up is feeling some weight on my left knee but then I realized that I was dreaming,” I said knowing that he was still resting his hand on my knee but acting as if I hadn’t notice.
“Well, I did. Didn’t mean to wake you up,” he said as he removed his hand.
“No, it’s fine. You can leave your hand on my knee,” I said. “If I was uncomfortable, you know I’d say something.”
He nodded his head in agreement. A few minutes past and I felt his hand slide up my leg to under my dress. He found my apex and moved my thongs to the side a bit so he could play with my apex. I was dripping wet and was moaning in pleasure. I glanced over to him and noticed that he was popping a tent. With one hand, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and reached into his silk boxers to grab his package. It was larger than what I imagined. I began to stroke his entire package.
“I need to pull over before we crash,” he said as he pulled into an empty lot near the highway. “Just don’t stop!”
I didn’t stop but I knew I had to end this before we had sex. I hurriedly stroked his member straight through his climax. I grabbed a tissue to clean up and then some hand sanitizer. I got resituated in my seat and put my seatbelt back on and didn’t look at DS. He sighed, put himself back into his pants and got resituated. Without saying a word, he started the car and we were back on our way. I pretended to be asleep so we wouldn’t have to talk.
“Hey,” he said as he squeezed my hand. “Thanks.”
“For what?” I asked in confusion.
“For the wedding,” he said. “We’ve been friends for quite some time. You’re a laid back woman but very reserved. I’ve never seen you really let your hair until tonight. I didn’t never truly know you until tonight.”
“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
He reached over and held my hand for the rest of the drive. Once we got to where we met, it took me a few minutes to collect my stuff from his car and close to 3 trips to bring everything back to my car. As I threw the rest of my junk in my car, I waved over my shoulder to say good night.
“No,” he said.
“No what?” I asked. I was totally confused.
“Come here,” he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. “Thank you for inviting me to your brother’s wedding.”
“You’re welcome,” I said. “Please text me when you get home.”
Instead of answering me, DS leaned down and kissed me, his tongue gently opening my mouth. I acquiesce as I place my phone and keys on the hood of my car. We kiss for a few minutes until I pull away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“This. This is wrong,” I said. “You know how I feel about you but you’ve told me that you’re interested in someone else. This is wrong; you should be kissing her but not me. You’re messing with my heart.”
“I do care for her,” he started.
“I hear a ‘but’. I don’t wanna hear it even if you’re describing my fat ass!” I said.
“I’ve known you for years and always saw you as my friend’s baby sister; even when we reconnected a few years ago. When I saw you tonight, I swore I needed heart meds. You made me lose my breath!” he said.
“Oh, shove it,” I said. “You like someone else. I get it. When I get all cleaned up, guys want me. This is what happened with you.”
“Yeah, I do like someone else but for several months I’ve realized that I care for you as well,” he said.
“It’s one of us, NOT both of us!” I replied.
“I….” he started.
“If you had ever given me the chance, I could've shown you what love is!” I said.
“I never knew that I could feel this way about you!” he said.
“I know that I’m the prettiest nor do I have much, but you wouldn’t want for anything! You’d come home to a clean house, food on the table, a strong drink if you wanted and you could have me whenever you want!” I said as I began to cry. “Hell, DS, I’d wear dresses every day of the week if you asked me to!”
I grabbed my phone and keys from the hood of my car and hopped in. I slammed my door, put my keys in the ignition and roared off, blaring some Ozzy. Thankfully at 1 am, no one was on the road and I got home in record time. After letting myself into the house and letting the dogs into the fenced in back yard. I sent DS a text saying that I was home and wished him a good night. Twenty minutes later, my phone chirped. DS replied to my text stating that he was home as well. I replied with thanking him. I put my phone on vibrate, let the dogs in and went upstairs to take a shower to get all the hairspray out of my hair.
In the days since the wedding, DS has called me and texted me several times a day every day; wanting and desiring to talk to me I never responded. He’s sent me flowers to my brother’s restaurant and the other jobs I work at but once I read the card, I tipped the person who was delivering the flowers and sent them back with the flowers. 
I know that he’s conflicted with me and whoever the other woman is, but he has no right to be kissing me unless it was only me.