I directed his hands to under my
armpits to maximize the impact of his thrusts, laid back and let him pound me
to the bed.
We both finished again, me first, as I scratched his back with my nails in climax. I marked him for his wife to see if she wanted to look. This time I relaxed when his ejaculation spewed forth knowing it was safely encapsulated.
We lay still with him on top as his
erection faded and I dropped my legs down next to his. After he pulled out I
again squeezed the condom off, tied it, placed it in a tissue and plopped it in
the drawer next to his first expenditure.
Spent, he looked at me perplexed. I think he was worried how his back looked. I asked.
“Are you an Italian lover?”
“Yes, yes I’m a big Italian lover.
How do you like Italian?”
“You got a big penis but a small cold heart, not real Italian."
“No, no, I’m Italian; my heart is even bigger.”
“While maybe your penis is big but your heart is ice cold. You’re Italian, cold heart, big penis like Spumoni, you’re Supini Mr. Supini.”
He loved the tag and thereafter we
referred to his penis as Mr. Supini. He named my vagina Betty as in Betty Boob
indicating his lack of imagination. We had been in the room almost 2 hours. I
got up, gathered my clothes, went to the bathroom, used a wet towel to clean my
pubic area and dressed without showering. I twisted open the vales of shampoo
and conditioner and tore open the soap bars so they passed the "maid can
take home" requirement.
I pulled the night stand drawer
open, took out the tissues with condoms and plopped them in the toilet and
flushed them down while he watched. I left a dollar on the nightstand for the
maid. We were both in a hurry to get home but he let me leave first.
He lay propped up on a pillow
watching as I fixed my makeup before the mirror. While I applied lipstick he
asked if I was satisfied as if he was a great lover and I should be grateful.
I turned from the mirror and asked instead.
"Was it a half date?"
"It was a 10 date."
"When Cobra saw a dozen roses she thought it would be a 12."
Satisfied with my makeup I picked up
my purse walked toward the door but stopped in front of the table. I left the
Champagne untouched but took two roses from the vase and the card as I left. I
read the card in the elevator and threw it away at the lobby. It was trite,
saying how much he wanted to "meet" me. He had met me and he was not
going to forget me.
I arrived home a little after 10, hid and the roses under the car seat. Hubby didn’t ask about the time only how the meeting went. I told him the engineer just wanted to brag about a new eight RAM mega chip and I was the first to leave.
He was aroused and wanted to have me
without shower with the nylons still on. I took them off, showered and said he
could have it in the morning. He tossed and turned all night and bright and
early was rear spooned next to me, his penis hard between my legs. I turned to
him and let him have it and squeaked out a third orgasm before rolling over to
He got up and fixed the kids
breakfast and then for me when I arose at nine while the kids played in the
I threw the nylons and garter belt
away. They were too complicated to wear. Afterwards Enrico and hubby asked me
to wear them again and again.
Eventually I told them I would get a set for them
to make love to. I only wore the dress and shoes Enrico bought when meeting
him. The heels were too unsteady and the dress too short.