Alberto sat in the living room scrolling through some files. He never stopped looking for a way to rescue Martina and her sister. The way he worked annoyed Lucia, his wife, and they started having issues.
Most times, she would go to bed more than five hours before he returned from work. They couldn’t even remember the last time they had sex.
“Is this going to keep happening?” Lucia leaned against the wall and folded her arm under her breasts.
Alberto let out a sigh and turned to look at Lucia. He knew he was not giving her the attention she deserved. He felt bad about it, but he couldn’t just act like everything was fine.
He stood up from the couch and approached the boiling Lucia.
“I am sorry for all these days of not paying attention to you, Lucia. I know I have no excuse to neglect my wife and family.”
He wanted to hold her hand but she moved away.
“You have been so unfair to me, I never said you shouldn’t rescue Martina and her sister. They are our friends, and they are in danger. But, that shouldn’t make you ignore your own family. Abramo, your son fell sick and you weren’t even aware. Why? You were busy in your office. Now, you are home and you are doing the same thing!”
Alberto nodded and moved closer to her again.
“I know Lucia, and I am saying I’m very sorry. I have been a stupor husband, please forgive me.”
He embraced her, and this time she allowed him.
They embraced each other, and Lucia raised her head to look at him. He lowered his head, and their lips touched.
Immediately, the kiss heated up, and their tongues were dancing rhythmically.
Their breathing pace grew intense, and Alberto moved her to the nearest table which was the dinning table.
She leaned against the table and he kept kissing her, he lifted her and made her sit on the table.
He moved his lips from her mouth, down to her neck planting firm kisses on them. Lucia let out soft moans as Alberto untied her silk short robe, and took her right breast in his mouth. His other hand was busy on the other breast.
“Haah… yeah, just like that.” Lucia let out a needy moan. She swayed her hips as she felt aches between her legs. She needed him. He flung her legs open, and he knelt in front of her. He pulled her hips closer as he pulled off her pants hastily. His mouth came in contact with her vir*ina, and she a sweet little cry.
“Yeah… F**k.”
His tongue swirled and danced on her cl**ories. She made a low rough grunt and grabbed her boobs with her right hand.
She held his head with her left hand, she made sure he didn’t move his mouth away.
After a few minutes, he stood after eating her up, and he pulled down his pants which came off with his boxers. He let his pants stop at his ankle, and he turned Lucia over.
She arched her back and placed her head on the table. He reached for her opening with his pe*is and thrust in.
Lucia let out a pleased hum and Alberto groaned as he began to thrust very first, he held onto her shoulders and banged her harder. His Pe*nis sometimes flew out of her Vir*ina, and he would insert it again instantly.
Their moans and sweet cries filled the living room.
Lucia would turn her head periodically to look at Alberto and are would divulge a filthy smile. Her eyes also went shut as Alberto touched the spot.
Their breathing grew harder and harder as time passed.
“Uggghhhh…I’m cuming!! Don’t stop!”
Lucia said in a desperate filthy voice.
Alberto let out a loud groan, and they both reached climax. Lucia’s legs quivered as she climaxed.
Alberto leaned against the wall breathing very hard. They exchanged looks and they both chuckled, they were both covered with sweat.
“That was crazy,” Lucia said placing her head on the table weakly.
“You should freshen up. I’d be right behind you.”
Lucia nodded and picked up her pantie. She gave him a wink and walked out of the living room.
Alberto exhaled loudly and repeatedly hit his head softly on the wall. He remembered Martina again, and he shook his head.
He was about to walk to the room when he heard the doorbell ring. He furrowed his brows and took a look at his wristwatch.
“It is late. Who can it be?” He pulled up his boxers and pants in haste and walked to the door. He got to the door and buried his eyes in the peephole on his door, and his eye bugged after he saw it was Caterina.
“Caterina?!” He hurriedly opened the door, and she smiled feebly. He pulled her into a tight hug and smiled widely.
“Oh God, you are alive. How are you? Where is Martina?”
“She is not fine, Alberto, he raped her, and he took her virginity.”
“What?! Martina was a virgin, and he still did that to her?!”
Caterina lowered her head in tears and bounced her head.
“She is broken and depressed Alberto. If we don’t help her soon she would kill herself,” Caterina's voice shook as she spoke. Alberto clutched his jaw and fists in rage.
“How did you escape?”
“I didn’t escape. Roberto let me go because he doesn’t have any business with me. At least, that is what he said to me.”
Alberto then remembered that he didn’t invite her in.
“Come in.”
He moved inside the house, and she walked in. He shut the door behind her and walked to her. He made her sit on the couch and sat next to her.
“Where were you this whole time?”
“We were not staying in one place. We have been moving from one place to another…”
“… He killed Greta’s father after collecting some money from him. We moved to America after, and I was released when they were in America.”
“And you have no idea where they are headed next?”
“No! He never says such things, he just does things weirdly and scarily. I am very sure they must have moved because he knows i’d come to you once I arrive.”
“You look pale, did he do anything to you?”
“No. He didn’t touch me, but I fell sick. He hired a private doctor to take care of me before sending me here.”
“So it is Martina he wants to hurt?”
Caterina nodded, and Alberto bit his lower lip hard.
He shook his legs and hands in anger. He began to think of how to save Martina as soon as possible, but nothing came to his head at that point. He was angry.
“Alberto! You said you would meet me in the bathroom, and I am done already. Won’t you wash off my fluid from your body?”
Lucia uttered as she walked to the living room. She got to the living room, and she met Alberto and Caterina sitting on the couch. They both stared at her.
“She is back?! , God... Where is Martina?!”
She raced to where Caterina sat, adjusting her robe properly.
“He didn’t let her go. Caterina came alone.” Alberto looked at Caterina again.
Lucia gulped hard and fondled her finger. She sat next to Alberto, keeping her eyes on Caterina too.
“What do we do?”
“I have no idea. I need to think.” Alberto responded.