Keeping It All In The Family

BOUTIQUE ESTATES
Carmina’s Residence

Later That Afternoon

Lionello opened the door to his residence. He slammed the door close; he bent over and positioned his briefcase near the door. He straightened his posture.

“Carmina,” Lionello hollered out. He went in search of his wife. “The bitch is probably out spending my fortune,” Lionello uttered under his breath. “Carmina.”

He poked his head in her home gym.

“Sir.”

Lionello whirled around.

“What is it Norton?”

“Mrs. Meretti has left specific instructions she would be home after the lunch crowd has been addressed.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“Sir, there is a guest in your wife’s bedroom.”

“I suppose another one of my wife’s charitable strays.”

Norton cleared his throat.

What a sexy stray he thought.

“Lunch will be served at noon.”

Lionello had already walked up the staircase. He took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. He slid it from around his neck and laid it over his bent arm. Lionello entered his bedroom. He placed his suit jacket, and tie on an antique chair. He sat down and removed his shoes and socks. He stood and undressed. Lionello walked to the dresser and grabbed his soap on a rope. He headed to the bathroom.

HAMPTON BAYS, NEW YORK
Tristano’s Estate

Tristano rested his back against the headboard. He turned his head and looked down at the pillow Artesia once laid her head on.

“Fucking lying cunt.”

He pushed the pillow on the floor.

“I say we put back on our clothes. This night is still young, and I plan on making love to you through it.”

“I love you for the way you think.”

“You mean that.”

“You’ve changed your mind about your feelings for me already?”

“Yes, I love you.”

Tristano looked over at the telephone. He should call Kelly.

The woman was not bad looking, and her ass was nice, not as nice as Artesia’s ass, but with his dick inside of her, who gives a fuck.

“You’ve changed your mind about your feelings already.”

“Yes, I love you.”

Tristano rose from the bed. He walked over to the dresser and looked down at the bogus contracts, Giordano Accounting Firm’s, trusted president tampered with. He lifted the contracts and walked over to a chair. He sat and reread each contract.

“That double-crossing son-of-a-bitch.”

“You’ve changed your mind about your feelings already.”

“Yes, I love you.”

Tristano slicked his hand back through his hair.

“Oh, how much I wish I could have believed that shit.”

After he takes care of Welford and Michael, Artesia is next on his vendetta list.

BOUTIQUE ESTATES
Carmina’s Residence

Lionello stepped out the shower. He slicked his hand back through his wet jet-black hair and lifted a towel from off the towel bar. He immediately dried himself off. He was chagrined his wife found the fascination to bring strangers home but could not find the time to make love to him.

Lucky for him, his attorney is drawing up the papers to start the proceeding of a long and nasty contested divorce.

Lionello tossed the dampen towel over the towel bar and walked out the bathroom. He entered his bedroom and lifted his cell phone from off the dresser; he flipped it open and looked down at the screen for any indication of a missed call from his wife. Lionello flipped his cell phone down and placed it back on the dresser. Damn, he hopes his wife did not bring home another demented person to join them for dinner. He walked down the hall and opened the door to his wife’s bedroom. He peeped inside.

“Damn!”

Lionello opened the door wider and entered Carmina’s bedroom. He silently crept over to the bed.

“None this is what I call a fucking surprise.”

Lionello looked down at Artesia’s sleeping nude form. He rushed over to the door, closed it, and twisted the lock. He hurried back over to the bed.

Artesia turned on her side.

Lionello sucked in his breath at the round molding of Artesia’s derrière and hip. He glided his finger up and down her arm.

“Beautiful.”

Artesia moaned in her sleep. She turned on her back.

Lionello traced over one of Artesia’s breast nipples. He peered closer. He recognized her face from the news. Dammit, he had a Supreme Court Judge’s daughter in his wife’s bed. Lionello looked around his wife’s bedroom. He knew he should leave, but first, he wanted to feel the woman’s lips under his. He leaned his head down and kissed the woman’s lips. He slowly inched back.

Very soft he thought.

“Tristano,” Artesia moaned.

Lionello kissed Artesia’s lips again.

Artesia’s eyes fluttered open. She scooted her head sideways.

“Who…who are you.”

“Carmina’s spouse.”

Artesia scooted to the far side of the bed, rolled over, and stood.

Holy mackerel, what a body Lionello thought.

“I...I am a guest of Carmina.”

Lionello walked around the bed. He stood in front of Artesia.

“My name is Lionello.”

He extended his hand.

“Hi, my name is Lay’Luna.”

Her hand met his.

Artesia looked down at Lionello’s erected dick.

Lionello looked down at the downy hairs hiding the treasure of his lust.

Damn Carmina’s spouse was handsome she thought.

His height was superior to her 5 feet 6 inches.

The width of his hirsute chest was an explosive eye catcher.

She figured he must have a stash of women elsewhere; no wonder Carmina is filing for divorce.

Artesia glanced down at a pair of hairy legs, titanic thighs, and a hard and lengthy manhood.

Lionello felt the sexy woman standing in front of him, placed his attributes under a microscope.

“I hope I passed the test.”

Artesia looked up.

The memory of a woman’s tongue jammed inside her pussy, made her sigh.

Out of guilt and remorse for her past rendezvous with Carmina.

Artesia pulled Lionello by his waist and mashed her body against his. She stood on her tippy toes and arrested his mouth.

Lionello linked his arms around Artesia’s waist, and squeezed her frame to his.

“Oh…”

Lionello’s hands freely rode over Artesia’s body. He turned her around and pulled her body to his; he licked over her earlobe and drop his hand and then inserted a finger inside of her pussy.

“Yea…”

Artesia moved her pelvis to Lionello’s finger dancing inside of her.

“I see I have a passionate one,” he whispered in her ear.

Lionello’s free hand cupped one of Artesia’s breasts. He bumped his groin into her buttocks.

Artesia pivoted her head and grabbed Lionello around the back of his head; she brought his face down to hers and kissed him.

Lionello’s finger snaked farther.

Artesia’s pelvis violently sizzled.

He withdrew his finger and licked it.

“Come here.”

Lionello propelled Artesia forward and bent her over the bed. He reached over, slid the nightstand drawer out, and lifted a condom; he ripped the pack open with his teeth, and took out the prophylactic.

Lionello sheathed himself and threw the packet on the carpet. He moved Artesia’s long mane aside and kissed over her upper back. His tongue traveled down the delineation of her spine, down onto her lower back, he slowly settled on his knees. He rubbed over her buttocks, and then kissed the inner lining of her derrière.

The tip of his tongue divided the space.

Lionello pulled Artesia’s hips backwards, parted her buttocks, and whittled his tongue inside her rectum.

“Ooo sweet mercy…”

Lionello’s tongue wrestled farther, pushing deeper inside the tighten tent. He stuck one of his fingers back inside her pussy and jiggled it around; his tongue and finger crept deeper inside the orifices.

“Lio…oh...Lionello,” Artesia girdled out screams of obedience in the back of her throat.

Lionello withdrew his finger. He palmed Artesia’s buttocks and snaked his tongue deeper inside her rectum; his mouth blanketing the hole, and then suckling it.  He withdrew his tongue and spit on her anus, he kissed around the constricted opening; he kissed her buttocks and then flipped her over.

“You are the only good thing that has happened to me the entire week, and I will make certain I enjoy this gift.”

“Eat…”

“Baby, you do not have to ask twice.”

The fatten tip of Lionello’s dick swiped over Artesia’s pelvis. He posted her arms at her side and shook his tongue inside the pit of her inverted navel.

Artesia’s back arched at the erotic sensation.

Sorry Carmina, but your husband’s touches should never be ignored.

Artesia lifted her head off the satin covering.

“Lionello…Li.”

Lionello inched back on his stomach. His tongue made a pageant through Artesia’s downy hairs. He pulled at one of the lips compressing her clitoris.

Artesia opened her legs and rocked her pelvis upward. Her thighs trapped his face.

Lionello’s tongue kicked it up a notch. He wedged it between Artesia’s vaginal walls, glistening the downy hairs with his saliva.

Artesia gripped the bed covering.

“You…”

Lionello suckled Artesia’s pussy, and then inched his head up.

“Oh baby, I could lick your pussy for days.”

“I’m about…”

Lionello slumped his head back down; he pressed the opening of his mouth against the soft and pinkish loop of Artesia’s pussy. He dashed his tongue in and out of her.

“Oh…you…you’re making me, my…pussy,” Artesia moaned. She palmed the top of Lionello’s head. “Oh... Lionello, please.”

Her pussy was beyond controlling the sky-rocketing vibrating sensations her pussy walls were experiencing.

Artesia rubbed over a breast nipple.

Lionello kissed around the hairy platform. He lifted off his stomach and climbed over Artesia; he tea-bagged her mouth with his testicles.

Artesia rolled the soft pairs of skin inside her mouth. She grabbed Lionello’s dick and licked up the taut skin. She pushed his body back and teased the slit.

“Sssss,” Lionello hissed. “I will buy…”

Artesia placed her palms on Lionello’s buttocks. One finger slipped into the crevice. She pulled it out, wet it, and stuck it inside the narrow opening.

“Oh baby, shit you know what the fuck you’re doing.”

Artesia’s mouth moved over Lionello’s dick as her finger twirled inside the vessel of a tight muscle.

Lionello looked down at Artesia.

Where the fuck has Carmina been hiding this erotic creature?

“Oh…that’s right make love to...to this dick.”

Artesia’s mouth freed his dick.

Lionello lifted one of Artesia’s legs and kissed over her toes.

Oh, it feels so good to be a woman she thought.

Lionello’s tongue traveled between the spaces of Artesia’s toes. He kissed down the long length of her leg and licked over the back of her knee.

Artesia lifted her upper body, she tried to pull Lionello down on top of her.

Lionello leaned down, and whispered, “I want to enjoy every inch of you.”

Artesia was dizzy with an aching, burning desire. Her pussy began to expel pre-climatic juices.

Lionello knew how Artesia felt, the head of his dick was juddering, and the length of his manhood surpassed the jacket covering it. Lionello let Artesia’s leg go. He leaned over her.

“You are so fucking sexy.”

Artesia palmed Lionello’s manhood and slid her hand upward and downward. Her hand could not fully digest the width.

“You want this dick with a hunger, and I will not keep you waiting any longer.”

Lionello covered Artesia’s hand with his.

The helmet of his manhood graced the opening of her pussy.

Lionello leaned down and kissed Artesia’s lips. His dick surged forward.

Artesia inched back.

The enormity of the head of his manhood could not fully enter. It met the resistant of her tight vaginal walls.

Lionello inched back, spit on his hand, and rubbed the glossed residue on his sheathed manhood. He grabbed the base of his manhood and retried. He propelled the tip forward.

Artesia arched her back.

The enclosure of her pussy refused to accommodate the fatness.

“Ayah, Ahhhh please…please...please go slow.”

“Relax Lay’Luna. Breathe baby, once it’s inside, I’ll guarantee you screams of pleasure. Look at me.”

Artesia looked up into Lionello’s eyes.

Lionello inched his manhood slowly inside.

Artesia moved a little.

“Oh baby, you want…”

“Ye...yes.”

Artesia grabbed Lionello’s buttocks. She uplifted her pelvis and suctioned his groin against her pelvis.

Once pass the constricted inlet.

Lionello and Artesia shuffled their bodies in physical harmony.

Lionello’s dick nailed the center of Artesia’s pussy.

“Oh...oh...sweet…, baby, hurt that pussy…Oh Lionello.”

Artesia moved her pussy every way; her womanhood sponged up the explicit feelings.

Lionello, jammed, rammed, and shoved his dick in the sought after space.

“Oh shit…”

He held Artesia’s legs up and braced them against his chest. His erection chiseled away at the tighten cave.

“Oh… Artesia.”

Lionello dropped Artesia’s legs, and laid on top of her. He palmed her buttocks and hammered and hammered her pussy. He then positioned his body on his palms and lunged his dick harder.

Artesia wrapped her legs around Lionello’s lower back. She leaned her head up and kissed over his hairy chest wall.

Lionello leaned his head downward.

“Kiss me.”

Artesia pulled Lionello’s face down and kissed his lips. Her legs tightened around his back.

His lips slipped off hers.

“Shit…”

Lionello’s ejaculation toppled.

“Lionel…hold…hold me.”

Artesia’s climax tumbled out.

Lionello dropped his body on hers. He blindly moved his dick inside of her.

“Mmm…”

The physical sensation was collapsing, euphoric, head-blasting; broken into unsalvageable pieces she will never recover.

Lionello’s dick continued to punish the walls of Artesia’s pussy. He withdrew, crawled on top of her, and shoved the semi-flaccid length in her face.

Artesia grabbed Lionello’s manhood and swooped her mouth over it.

Lionello cupped his palm around Artesia’s neck; he pulled her head forward and made love to her mouth.

“Open… open your…”

A second cum shot out his penis.

“Oh, shit baby, that mouth of yours.”

The sticky matter braced the root of her mouth before wandering down her throat.

Wait, didn’t he put on a condom?

Artesia opened her eyes and inched Lionello back. Sheds of a busted condom, hung off his dick.

“Dammit!”

Artesia pushed Lionello back.

“The condom busted, dammit, get up, shit!”

Lionello quickly withdrew, inched back, and hopped out the bed.

Artesia rolled over and hopped out the bed. She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Damn the mouth and tight pussy was worth every fucking escaped drop.”

Artesia slid the shower door open, stepped inside the shower, and slid the door close. She turned on both faucet knobs and lifted the shower knob. She ducked her head under the shower nozzle, and immediately washed out her mouth

“Dammit, dammit…”

She had to get away; this shit was overwhelming her moral sense of judgment.

Lionello slid the shower door back. He stepped into the shower and slid the door close. He hugged Artesia around her waist.

“If it’s to ease the pain of your decision. I have never entered another woman, other than my wife.”

Lionello kissed a wet shoulder blade.

Artesia turned around.

“You don’t understand.”

“I understand you are a guest of my wife...”

“You’re the Artesia who was on the news, and…my cousin, damn, you’re fucking Tristano also, wow.”

“Carmina, I can’t go out there.”

“This is hilarious that my cousin and I are licking the same pussy.”

“Dammit, is there a back door out of here?”

“I will tell you, but first, I want your word you will call me. Or, my cousin just may come to find out his high-class call girl, and I had a sexual liaison.”

Artesia closed, and then reopened her eyes.

“Please tell me you’re not related to Tristano Giordano.”

Lionello separated his presence.

“Yes, he’s my first cousin.”

This just keeps getting better. She slept with the cousin, the wife, and now, the husband.

“Hold on…oh shit, the news reports stated a high-class call girl was fucking my cousin.”

“Yes, and a retraction was issued on the evening news, and in the newspaper.”

“No offense intended. Now I would like to know, how does my wife fit into all of this?”

Artesia dropped her head.

Lionello lifted her chin.

“I...she licked my…my.”

“Pussy,” Lionello finished.

Artesia dropped her head in shame.

Lionello lifted her chin.

“So, my suspicion was correct, my spouse prefers a woman’s pussy over my dick.”

“I apologize for…”

“For making love to me.”

“Yes.”

Lionello reached over Artesia’s shoulder and turned off the shower knob and water faucets. He swung her up in his arms.

“I’m willing to see you work for that, ‘you’re forgiven’ and my cousin will never come to know of this.”

Lionello slid the shower door open, stepped out, and carried Artesia back to his bedroom.


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