Then came the burning question. “Do I smell chilis?” he asked. Good thing he reminded me too. A chili willy is never a pleasant experience, not for him nor me.
“Good save.” I giggled.
I dropped to my knees and took his large, throbbing rod into my mouth, my hands wrapped around his firm buttocks. He threw back his head as he moaned and moved his hips rhythmically to my movements. Joe tasted so good, salty and sweet. He gently broke free from my grip, picked me up in his arms, and set me on the island in the middle of the kitchen. The white marble was cool and welcoming, almost as hard as my husband as he thrust into me, my wetness welcoming him into my core.
Joe kissed me passionately as we pushed and pulled until we were in the grips of our orgasm. He called my name when he came, and I whispered his as we reached the apex of our lovemaking. A warm sensation filled my body as I surrendered to my husband. He was magnificent.
“I think we better have a shower before our second course,” I said as I smiled at him.
“I don’t know if I can be trusted in a wet, soapy space with you, my darling.” He carried me to the bathroom, my legs still wrapped around his waist as I lay my head on his broad shoulder. How could one woman be so deliriously happy? Surely it wasn’t possible.
JOE
I was married to the sexiest woman alive, I thought as I carried my Ella to the master bedroom. The warm water of the shower played on our bodies as we held each other tightly. I buried my face in her black hair as I washed her back with luxurious soap. She was perfect. My soapy hands caressed her firm breasts, then her round, tight buttocks. The sensation aroused my loins, yet again. To my delight, Ella was ready to rock my world once more.
I carried her wet, glistening body to our bed, laying her face down on the satin sheets. I bit down gently on her buttock cheek—she wiggled playfully.
“Have I been a naughty girl, sir? Are you going to punish me?”
“Rotten! You’ve been a rotten girl.”
I slid her across the satin sheets towards my waiting sex pistol, hard and ready for action. She gasped as I slid into her again, and together, we moved frantically until we came. This is fast becoming my best day ever.
“Best antipasti ever!”
Ella laughed as I crashed onto the bed beside her. We lay there for a while, relishing the afterglow of our passion.
“Okay, sex bomb,” I said as I slapped her on the buttock, “let’s eat.”
Ella had prepared my favorite dish to perfection. After I’d stuffed myself to the hilt, we took our wine and sat in the living room. The doorbell rang unexpectedly.
“Expecting anyone, my love?”
“No,” Ella said. “I hope whoever it is won’t be offended when I tell them to leave.”
“Ooh, feisty. I like it.”
“I better get the door, my sex bomb. I can’t have you maiming the neighbors.” I left Ella on the couch and mozied over to the door.
ELEANORA
Joe entered the living room, followed closely by Gino. I was less than impressed. What did the slug want? Couldn’t it have waited until the next day at the office?
“Hello, Ella, you’re looking lovely as ever.” He leered at me with his creepy eyes, making my skin crawl.
“Hi, Gino. To what do we owe the pleasure?” I hoped my face spoke volumes of my disdain for him.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your evening, but I had an urgent matter to discuss with Joe.”
“Darling, would you excuse us for a moment?” Joe’s eyes were apologetic.
“Of course, my love.”
I left the room and made my way to the kitchen. I cleared away the plates and leftovers, washed the few dirty dishes, and made my way outside, where I sat under the gazebo near the pool. The sky was awash with twinkling stars, and the full moon transformed an ordinary summer’s evening into a fairytale land. I called Bria from the outside line.
“Hi, there. How was your special dinner? Did you get your dessert?” Bria made kissing noises into the phone as I laughed.
“Boy, did I ever.”
“One day when we’re wrinkly old and gray, you can tell me about it.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Not that I’m not happy to hear from you, Ella, but why are you on the phone with me while your stud is dying to ravish you?”
“In one word? Gino! I can’t shake him from my life, no matter what I do.”
“Ugh! He gives me the creeps. What does he want?”
“I don’t know yet. He and Joe are in the living room, talking. I escaped to the gazebo before I could tell him what I really think of him. Am I being a colossal bitch, Bria? Sometimes I feel guilty about hating him. Poor Joe has enough on his plate without me complaining about his sleazy half brother.”
“It must be hard on both of you, Ella. I don’t envy you, having to put up with Gino and his lowlife friends. Gino is lucky to have you as his sister-in-law. Had it been me, he’d be sleeping with the fishes!”
I laughed at the nutter. Bria always managed to say just the right thing when I was feeling down. She knew me so well, and I loved her for it.
Joe came walking toward me from
