The walk from the drive way to the house felt cold. The last of the sun was disappearing on the water line. The streets were quiet, more so then usual. Luz's heels clicked on the cobble stone walkway, she held her arms tight to her self over her stomach. Her mind was racing at the new feelings and emotion that had invaded her life in the past few hours. She reached out and touched the door handle and slowly turned it. The door opened easily without sound, she stepped inside on to the floor mat. Her feet carefully slipped out of her heels, leaving them behind as she stepped onto the cold marble floor.
There was flickering light casting shadows against the stairwell and the surrounding walls. There was a crackling noise of wood snapping in the fireplace. The smell of pine was drifting in the air, a smell that was so familiar yet so distant. Luz looked around the corner twards the living room, there Angelo sat on the couch his back turned. She tried to tiptoe away upstairs but a voice caught her.
"Senorita, I've missed you. Come, come and sit with me and have a drink." His voice was deep, almost raspy. He turned and looked behind him, he had a smile across his face that seemed so warm and comforting. His words overtook her, brought her mind back to the earlier days when there was alot less stress, more romance and love. She took a few steps towards this man that felt like a stranger. A love lost for so long, now warm and embracing.
"Angelo.. I'm actually tired. It's been a long day, I'm just going to sleep." Luz placed a hand on the left side of her face and brushed her hair back behind her ear. It made Angelo smile, he rose from the couch and walked over to his wife. He placed a hand on her side gliding it around to the other side giving her hip a light squeeze. She could feel his breath warm on her neck as he spoke.
"I need you, beside me now. Sleep can wait." His voice was near a whisper as it glided to her ear. He started to walk slowly, Luz followed almost in a trance, her feet softly moving over the wood floor. He manovered her down on to the couch. The leather warm from where he was sitting, the fire highlighted her features and danced in her eyes. Angelo looked down at her, half his face was shadowed but the other was warmly glowing, more so it seemed by his smile. His shirt had the top few buttons undone, his suspenders were hanging from his pants, the metal clips reflecting in the light. He leaned in close and kissed the nape of her neck. A small moan escaped her lips. He pulled back up a bit, his hair tickling her cheek slightly. Luz brought up a hand carassing his face, then sliding down his neck then to his chest.
"Angelo, I just..." She was stopped by her lover leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips.
"My love, you don't need to say anything. Your eyes are bright and lustful, but you are tired and should rest." He gave her face a light nuzzle and a soft kiss on her forehead. He stood up beside her and picked her up off the couch, almost with no effort. She turned her face into his warm chest, feeling his arms beneath her. She felt at peace like nothing could ever go wrong again. Angelo layed her down on his bed slipping off her dress and slowly peeling off her stockings. He brought the warm blankets over her and tucked her in. He then turned around and started walking to the door.
"Angelo, are you not sleeping with me?" Luz managed to say with a bit of hesitation.
"No, I have some 'business' to take care of." He then continued to walk out of the room and closed the door, it made a heavy thud as it closed.
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Angelo walked down the hallway, his fingers tracing over the old portraits. He looked at the oil painting that was done a number of years ago, him and Luz when they were married. He frowned and walked away from it. He walked by Victor's room and gave a brush of his hand under his chin.
"Fucking prick. How dare you touch my woman, she may be a puta but not yours." He mumbled careful that Luz did not hear him. He continued downstairs, his shoes almost silent on the wood. The fire was bunt to embers now, the darkness of the room surrounding him. He took a seat on the couch where he had been sitting before, picking up his glass he took a sip from it. The warm liquid swirling over his tounge, the smell strong and deep.
'That woman, she is nothing but trouble. Having to keep an eye on her, all the time. It is tedious, some thing that she should know is to know her place. She has no need at all to go out, she has everything she needs right here.' He downed the rest of his drink and slammed the glass down on to the table. He stood up suddenly and stormed out of the house, walking at a fast pace down the side of the road. He arrived at his strip club on the corner, near the airport. He swung open the door, walked in and sat down in the center seat, front row. He snapped his fingers towards the waitress, she gave him a smile and grabed him this usual. The blonde beauty swayed her hips as she walked towards him, placing his drink on the table she leaned in.
"Trouble at home, I know I can solve that." She let out a giggle and brushed her hand against his crotch. "I know how to please you, more then your wife ever could." She then licked his bottom lip, sucking on it slightly and then letting go. The taste of her lingering like an exotic fruit.
"I think you can do something for me." Angelo's voice was raspy and hot on her cheek. He brought up a hand along the back of her thigh and up under her skirt. The toyed with her lace thong, rubbing his index finger along her sex. He could feel the wetness soaking through, coating his finger. He moved the panties aside playing with her clit between his thumb and index finger, pinching it softly. With his other hand he pulled her closer to him, he could now smell her. She smelt sweet and tangy. He nuzzled his head against her stomach, pulling up her skirt. He could see that she was cleanly shaved except for a stipe down the middle leading to where his fingers played. He moved his fingers back and toyed with her opening, then brought his face closer and gave her a lick. His index and middle fingers now rubbing her inner walls. His tounge hitting her clit hard making her quiver and grip his shoulders. She cried out a moan as she came onto his fingers, the cum dripping down his hand. He pulled his fingers out and licked his hand clean of her love juices.
She fell to her knees trembling before him, looking up at him with a lust a wanting. She reached out and quickly undid his button of his pants. Hurriedly pulling down his zipper, Angelo's hand came down and stoped her.
"You are begging. Arnt' you?" He looked down at the wanting woman by his feet. Her eyes pleading for his cock. To taste him, to suck on him, to get him off. "Answer me. Or you wont get anything."
"Angelo, please, please can I suck your cock." Her voice was pleading so needy. Angelo gave a trimuphant grin as he undid his zipper. He pulled out his throbbing momember, grazing it against her lips, teasing like. She then opened her mouth to accomadate his size as he thrusted into her warm mouth. The precum was bitter on her tounge but she enjoyed his taste, like a peice of hard candy. She sucked harder as he thrusted. Moaning as he pulled back only to thrust in again, his length slamming into the back of her throat. She reached down with a free hand and toyed with herself, feeling the pleasure that he was now feeling. Her cum was dripping off her fingers into a pool now on the floor between her heels. So slick and warm, her pussy wanting him so badly. Angelo let out a grunt, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her head down futher on his cock. He held her there for a moment, on the verge of cumming, he stopped himself. Pulling up her head he looked into her eyes, his own sharp.
"Get up. I want you to get up." He let go of her hair, with his other hand gliding up and down himself. When she was standing he turned her around and pushed her onto the table. His cock throbbing as he stood behind her. He pushed against her folds, the head getting wet with her juices. He gave a light smack on her ass, it made her perk, making her more visible. He grabbed the front of her thighs and pulled her back on to his cock. His member being surrounded by her tight walls and thick hot juices. He reached up with his right hand and held her shoulder, thrusting harder into her. You could hear her moaning now and whining in pleasure. Angelo was now taking deep breaths in secquence with his thrusts. He could feel himself reaching his climax. His member throbbing harshly he pulled out and came on her back, the hot juices make her shiver. She let out a final moan as her juices leaked out onto the floor, her body shaking.
"I'd clean that up..." Angelo's voice was quiet and out of breath. He pulled her up by the shoulder and forced her down facing him. She gave an exausted moan and licked her cum off of him, she seemed to take pleasure in it. After he was clean he tucked himself away and picked up his drink, he took a long sip from it. The harshness bitting back at him. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Thank you. You are always a treat." She licked her top lip and walked into the back room.
Angelo threw down a napkin on the floor and sat back down to watch the show.