Strange Bedfellows: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 4 (2 page)

The rest of the ride was, by comparison, much less eventful. We had arrived at my
apartment and I ran upstairs to grab the spare key while he waited down below in the
car. I could see him rubbing his crotch as he watched we walk down the stoop and around
the front of the car to get back inside, and when I was back in the car and buckled
in I let him fondle my breast again with those enormous hands. Then it was back to
the hospital and back in my own car.

I sat in my car in the hospital parking lot with the engine turned off for a while
after Sal had left. I was still soaking wet and I slipped my hand down the front of
my shorts and slid my fingers across my clit slowly while I thought about all the
jism that had poured out of Sal’s huge dick when I had made him cum. That was something
I would have to do again, I thought.

*

Tony stayed in the hospital for about another week, I assumed, because that’s how
long it took for me to receive a phone call from him. I was pretty mad at him, and
I let him know it, but he tried to dig himself out of the hole anyway.

“Look, babe, that’s just the way things are in this lifestyle. It’s the same for all
of the boys. We got our wives and then we got our girls. You should feel lucky. I
don’t ever take my wife out on the weekends. I take you out. There’s a reason for
that, babe.”

I hung up in his face. Thirty seconds later he rang back, though.

“Look, I want to see you. Please…. come by my house. My wife isn’t here. The kids
aren’t here.”

“No. That’s ridiculous. Why would I do that?”

“Because you owe rent on that apartment you’re staying in and I’m the only one who
has the money. And I’m not driving out to see you. I just got out the hospital, you
know.”

I hesitated for a moment, but he had a point. I did need the money.

“Alright. I’ve never been to your house. What’s the address?”

*

I pulled up in the driveway to Tony’s house an hour later. He lived in a very expensive
neighborhood and his house was pretty big. All around him were doctor’s and lawyer’s
houses, I’m sure, and they probably hadn’t the slightest clue where their neighbor
had gotten all of his money from. I walked up a long winding cobblestone path that
led to the front door and rang the doorbell. As I waited I glanced around. The front
yard was huge, the grass sharp and green and professionally trimmed, and there was
expensive ornamentation all along the front of the house. When the door swung open
I turned back, but was not greeted by Tony. It was his raven haired wife. She grabbed
me be the shirt and yanked me inside. “Get in here.”

She was wearing nothing but some skimpy lingerie, and when she brought me into the
house, Tony was there on the couch in his underwear, his dick stiff and straight,
and he was stroking himself.

“What is this?” I asked. Now I was really confused. Confusion also seemed to be a
rather familiar mindset for me since I had met Tony.

“Sorry. It was the only way I could get you to show up,” he said, still nonchalantly
stroking at his cock.

“We’re both going to fuck him,” his wife chimed in. “I want to see how he fucks his
little whore. I was getting bored anyway.”

“I’m not a whore,” I protested.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

“She threatened to take the kids and leave,” Tony said. “This was the only way.”

I crossed my arms. “So? I’m not doing this. What made you think I would want to do
this?”

“The money,” he said bluntly. And he was right. I didn’t exactly want to be out on
the street, nor did I want to go back begging for my old job.

When I didn’t say anything in response, his wife smile. “Take your clothes off,” she
said. “My name is Vickie, by the way.”

Tony kept on stroking his dick as he watched me pull my shirt over my head and slowly
scoot myself out of the skirt that I was wearing. I looked at Vickie and she just
nodded as if to say ‘keep going’. So, I unhooked my bra behind my back and let it
fall to the floor, my breasts bare to the both of them, and then slipped out of my
panties one leg at a time.

“Now suck his dick,” she directed me. I timidly made my way over to the sofa that
he was reclined on and knelt on the floor beside it, taking his erection into my mouth.
As I was slurping away at his dick, Vickie came over. She positioned herself over
his head that was propped up on a couch pillow, and reaching between her legs and
drawing her lingerie panties to the side with a longer slender index finger, she lowered
her vagina down onto his face. Soon the slurping sounds were coming from both ends
of the couch, and I could hear Vickie moaning softly. Tony had never gone down on
me, but apparently he wasn’t too bad at it. Eventually, she grabbed me by the shoulders
and pulled me up to where she was, switching spots with me. I lowered my now drooling
pussy down to Tony’s mouth and immediately learned why Vickie was making all of those
moaning sounds. His tongue deftly darted in and out and all around my clit, teasing
and stimulating and causing all sorts of wonderful sensations. He would switch from
the flickering darting light touch to broad flat lapping strokes and then back again,
constantly mixing it up. The feeling was driving me insane and in no time at all he
had me whimpering like an animal lost in the rain.

Though I had taken Vickie’s place, she had not taken mine. Instead she straddled herself
over him on the couch, her back to mine. My mouth had worked him into a full blown
passion, and his dick stood straight up like a flag pole, all purple and swollen and
throbbing, like a thumb smashed in a door. You could see him squirming and moving
his hips, desperately trying to find something warm and wet to relieve his swollen
cock, but with his face buried deep in my snatch he couldn’t exactly see where anything
was. Luckily for him, Vickie wrapped her slender fingers around his dick and guided
it in place as she lowered herself down onto it. She steadied herself with her hands
on his knees and began to gyrate her hips in a rhythmic fashion, grinding out a wet
mess until both of them were moaning in pleasure.

It was long before the deft movements of Tony’s tongue hither and thither across my
clit became too much to bear, and I was racked with the pangs of a first orgasm. It
reverberated throughout my body, starting at the core of my body and rippling outward.
I shuddered and grabbed tight onto his hair, pressing my labia hard into his face
as I held on tight. My toes curled and I twitched and groaned and then finally let
go of him and rolled off. I lay there on the floor, shivering and sweating and red
faced, my chest pumping and my hair all strewn about and watched as Vickie grinded
her hips wildly against his cock.

For a moment she was lost in what she was doing, but when she did notice me out the
corner of her eye she slid herself off of his cock and pushed him off of the couch.
She lay down on her back and motioned for me to come up as well. I was hesitant, and
still trying to catch my breath, but I shyly crawled up onto the couch and lay down
on top of her as she directed me to. Our breasts were all mashed together, our skin
slippery with sweat. I could feel our stomachs heaving and sliding across each other
with each deep breath we were taking. Tony climbed back up on the couch and mounted
me from behind, sliding his stiff cock into me and holding me steady by the hips.
As he began to thrust himself in and out of me, Vickie began to kiss me. I never kissed
a woman before. To be honest it wasn’t really my thing, but with ass up in the air
and Tony straddling it like some kind of animalistic caveman, humping and pumping
and pounding away like there would be no tomorrow, I could have cared less. Her lips
were soft and when he warm little tongue pressed through and explored my own, I noted
that it too was incredibly soft. It was a gentler kiss than I was used to, and with
the contrast it created by the alpha show going on behind me I immediately became
hornier than I could ever remember feeling in my life.

Tony’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed his dick deeper and deeper inside of
me. Vickie began to fondle my breasts as we continued to kiss. With each thrust of
Tony’s hips I would get pushed forward a little bit, causing my body to slide against
Vickie’s beneath mine. After a few minutes, he slid his dick out of me and pressed
it into Vickie’s quivering hole just below mine, and our bodies continued to slip
and slide against each other’s, except this time his thrusting was pushing her up
and back, up and back. After a couple minutes of fucking Vickie, he would pull his
swollen cock out again into the open air, dripping with her juices, and shove it back
inside of me. He would alternate between us every couple of minutes, and he had the
two of us howling with pleasure in between our wet passionate kisses. Finally, as
he was having a go at me from behind, he gripped my hips tighter than usual and I
felt him slide his cock out of me. My lips were locked with Vickie’s, but behind me
I could hear Tony grunt and then a felt the warm splatter of his cum as his dick twitched
and began to sling thick white ropes of semen across my ass and my lower back. One
gooey string even managed to fling all the way to my shoulder, and Vickie removed
herself from my lips and leaned up to lick it clean.

Tony collapsed behind me in a naked sweaty heap and Victoria slid herself out from
under me and at up on the couch. She reached over to a table on the side of the couch
and produced a cigarette.

“You want one?” she asks, offering it to me.

I shook my head, still panting. “No thanks.”

She shrugged and put it in her mouth, lighting it up and taking a big puff.

“The bathroom’s down that hall there on the right. You can get yourself cleaned up.”
She ran her fingers through the thick pearly gobs collected in the small of my back
and then wiped her hand clean against my stomach. “Should be a clean towel hanging
up.”

I did as she said, took a quick shower, and got my clothes back on. As I was leaving
the house, walking down that long cobblestone path that led back to the driveway where
my car was waiting, I thumbed through the small wrapped up stack of hundreds that
Tony had handed me on the way out to cover my rent. Well, that was… interesting, I
thought.

***

About the Author:

Eliza Stout lives at her quiet home in Phoenix, AZ with her two cats, Ace & Gizzy
(brother and sister). She spends her free time painting and hiking as much as possible,
and the only thing she enjoys more than reading steamy literature is writing it!