Dinner was quiet, as usual every night. Except this time, it wasn't just Logan and his wife. three more people sat around the table, one among them having an appetite, but not for the food prepared by the young wife for everybody. But rather for the wife herself.
Stephanie sipped her wine slowly, not really having an appetite as she stared at the little food on her plate. She pushed her food around, the soreness on her neck from earlier on making it hard for her to swallow without groaning in pain.
Mateo looked intently at her discreetly, before looking at her husband who was eating with no care in the world, he balled his fist and kept his hands under the table for some moments. Wishing he could just stab him with his fork for being a bastard to his wife.
Stephanie, clean up fast and get ready for bed. I can assume my wife has shown each one of you your rooms, yes? Logan asked as he looked at all of them. The three men nodded, mateo was glaring at his empty plate as he heard the sound of the young wife seat been moved back, picking up the plates from the table. Mateo grabbed her hand swiftly and shook his head, standing up.
Don't worry I've got it, he said as he grabbed her plate and cup, walking to the sink. All eyes were on the tall man as he washed all the dishes and placed them neatly on the counter.
You didn't have to stress about it, my wife would've done it.
It's fine, my mother always taught me to clean up my own mess. Mateo replied back with a slight harshness in his tone as he looked over at the man. Mr Logan nodded as he stood from his chair, leaving his mess and walked upstairs.
Two of the workers also left to their respective rooms, not before mumbling their thanks to the young wife before leaving. Leaving her and the Italian man alone in the kitchen.
Mateo carried the remaining dishes to the kitchen sink, as Stephanie moved round the kitchen swiftly trying to finish up in time not to add to her ordeal. She sweeped and mopped the floor, while mateo did the dishes. The atmosphere was tense and quiet between them.
"Stephanie i-"
"Don't". she whispered lowly, shaking her head she continued sweeping the floor. Mateo sighed and walked over to her, taking the broom from her hand.
"Go to bed, beautiful." He whispered to the young wife, with their faces so close she could smell the wine on his breath as he spoke. Stephanie stared into his eyes for some moments, her body almost melting with the gentle and loving look he was giving her, with the soft expression on his face she nodded.
Stephanie leaned in slowly, barely grazing her lips against his cheeks and kept the broom where it once was, in a corner and slowly walked out of the kitchen. Leaving mateo in a daze this time around.
They felt so soft... My goodness... God help me..
One hundred and six, one hundred and seven.... The young wife counted as her husband moved slowly inside of
her. Which she also assumed was just his mere attempt to make love to her. She was completely naked this time as his hands held her breasts roughly, as she stared at the ceiling and things around her.
Her thoughts travelled to the way she felt when she barely placed her lips on mateo cheeks, and she felt her arousal build up once again, but not because of her husband.
After all it was never for him, if wishes were horses she thought in her head.
Stephanie slowly closed her eyes as she imagined mateo being the one who's on top of her, slipping slowly into the her with what she imagined would be his cock. Slipping in and out of her wet core, causing her to start dripping little by little, as she thought of how he always looks at her softly with love and care.
"Oh...." Stephanie moaned out a bit loud, her hand trying to find the small swollen bud again just for the desire that her imagination built in the pot of her stomach.
His cheeks was so soft on her lips, she imagined what it would feel like on her breasts and thighs. How they would feel kissing her down to her stomach and licking the place she desperately needs help with, just to feel his touch and desire deep intimacy. His wet tongue moving against her clit than her husbands hands.
Stephanie moaned out load, her free hands gripping the sheets hard as she arched her back, moving her fingers fast against her clit as she thought about the man who was about few doors down from her room, bringing herself to climax once again.
While breathing slowly, she opened her eyes, sheer disappointment filled her body as the face hovering over her was not the person she wanted to see.
Instead it was her husband, who's eyes was still closed as he spilled inside her grunting lowly, before gently pulling out of her and slumping right next to her on the bed. She stared into the dark, while balling her fists hard out of frustration.
Wow! They were as beautiful as I thought, mateo sighed in his mind as he remembered the sound of her loud moans from nextdoor, he wasn't mad that she was having sex because it actually her husband.
The loud creaking sound woke him from his sleep it was just that, until her moans slipped through the thin walls, causing mateo cock to throb in his boxers.
He stared at the hard on, then sighed and stood up, he pulled down his boxers allowing it to bounce freely on his stomach, until it stood more hard and throbbing with pre-cum dripping from the tip.
Mateo grabbed his hard on in his hand, and started pumping up and down slowly with his eyes closed. Imagining it to be the her petite hand around it that he was desperate to kiss. He could imagine the way her lips so soft will feel around his cock, as he moaned slowly, holding her hand in place as he thrusted his hips, and fucking her hands gently.
His hips moving round in circles as her free hand held the headboard, his muscles flexed in the dark while he was grinding his hips, his large member moving in and out of her hand as he held her tightly.
He imagined what the young wife pussy would feel like, imagined her tight walls gripping his cock in her wetness, causing him to buck his hips and pre-cum shot out of his tip, falling to the ground. He let out a whimper, while slowly moving his hands up and down to pump the remaining cum out. With each cum coming out thick and powerful as it dropped to the ground.
Mateo let out a pleasurable sigh, before going into the bathroom to pick a small towel to wipe his mess on the floor, before pulling his boxers and getting under the bed covers. This is going to be a painful number of months here he thought be falling asleep.