Maria D'Angelo was twenty three years old with a pleasantly rounded figure. The mane of jet black, curly hair that habitually cascaded around her pale, creamy shoulders accentuated the fullness of her breasts and was, she considered, her crowning glory.
She had been married to Alfonso for only two short years but loved him with a passion. He was her life - her whole being. She would have done anything for him.
Maria was intelligent; polite and endearing to her mother and deferential to her father, biding her time until Alfonso asked for her hand.
Alfonso had worked for her father for nearly five years now. She was still not completely certain what that work entailed, but knew enough not to ask too many questions - there always seemed to be money and they both enjoyed a good lifestyle. Although considerably older than her, Alfonso was a good lover; attentive and considerate if not always as imaginative as she might have preferred. But their sex life was at least regular; At least once every week Maria would gather together her sexiest lingerie and black underwear and wait, semi-naked in the lounge for her beloved husband's return.
At the age of twenty three, she believed that she knew how to please her man. But this wasn't always the case. Before they were married Maria's father had watched all his daughters like a hawk and this had become extremely frustrating for her. All the other girls at school had had some form of sexual experience; except her. She'd had to pretend; invent glorified sexual situations that she had supposedly been a part of and relate them in lurid, graphic details to her friends. But, with her ever increasing sexual development, Maria found that this frustrated her more than ever. It rarely occurred to her that her friends had probably made up their stories as well.
But this evening Maria felt good. She dressed herself slowly and sensuously donning black, silk stockings and suspender belt; matching black bra and panties and nice strappy shoes. Before she slipped her robe on she let her hands run lightly over her soft breasts and felt a tingling there. She felt so hot. She wanted - no needed - a man's hands on her. Sex had been constantly on her mind throughout the day. It was like a drug and she was obsessed by it.
Alfonso D'Angelo was breathing hard as he pulled his unobtrusive Ford up into his drive. He knew that he'd had a tail but thought that he'd lost them. At least, he hoped he had.
"Fuckers!" he swore under his breath as he turned the engine off. They'd have to do better than that to catch The Angel!
The engine creaked and groaned as it cooled. A car drove by slowly making Alfonso turn quickly but as the vehicle passed without incident he relaxed again and entered his home.
Just as the door closed behind him and he began to feel safe again, he realised that tonight was his night in with Maria. He swore again under his breath. He'd been visiting with his girlfriend all afternoon and had fucked her just about every way from Sunday; the thought of having to perform again appealed, but he just wasn't sure he could manage it! He loved Maria, that was a given, but he could do things with Janice that he would never dream of doing with his wife.
Janice was a little slut and Alfonso loved every minute that he was with her. She would suck or fuck at the snap of his fingers and clearly adored sex in every form. On their first date she'd sucked his cock almost to the point of ejaculation and then virtually demanded that he fuck her in the ass. Alfonso had never thought he'd enjoy anal sex so much until he'd experienced the warm, moist tightness of Janice's back door. That first time he'd exploded into her butt within a few short strokes and lay panting over her back as his cum filled her tiny cavity. But she'd smiled and kissed him sensuously. He knew then there would be many other opportunities for him to experiment with her.
"That you, Al?"
Alfonso closed his eyes as he heard his wife's lilting voice. He could tell from the sexy tone that she was waiting for him.
"Yeah, baby. Just a second. " he called from the hall.
Maria welcomed her husband home in style. She opened her robe a little, judging just how much flesh to reveal and draped herself sexily across the sofa.
"Hi, honey!" she purred as Al entered the lounge, "I been waiting for you, baby!"
She opened her arms and heart to her husband as he smiled and approached her. Their kiss was long and deep. Her lips parted and her tongue found his, darting and probing, becoming more urgent as their embrace intensified. She held him close, pulling him down into her arms. Her mind registered the fact that she couldn't feel much of an erection as he pressed up against her and this confused her a little; usually Al was hard and throbbing almost as soon as he saw her. She would have to do something about this, she thought.
Gently taking his hand in hers, she placed it over her breast. She sighed as she felt his fingers close around the warm globe and deftly tug the cup of her black bra up and over the swell of flesh. The earlier tingle returned as she felt the touch of his fingers on her already swollen nipple and gasped slightly as he pinched her. She could feel the moistness between her thighs increase as he repeated the action with her other breast and then suck the stiff buds gently into his mouth.
Her hand rested on his thigh and slowly moved towards the crotch of his pants. A silent sigh of relief now as she felt his familiar bulge of passion. She was about to ease the zipper down when there was a loud knock on the front door.
"Leave it!" her husband whispered into her ear as he thrust his groin towards her hand.
"Mmmm... no... it might be my sister... better get it. "
As soon as the door was ajar, the two men burst in.
"Hey! Wait just a min... " Maria cried as they brushed her aside and strode purposefully into the lounge, "you can't just barge in here like this!"
But the men weren't paying attention and Maria found herself shouting at their backs.
"Get up D'Angelo!" shouted the first man as he stood over the sofa. "You're coming with us. Going for a little ride!"
His voice pronounced Alfonso's name slowly and sarcastically. Alfonso did as he was told and rose carefully without taking his eyes off the intruder. He immediately recognised the two men.
"Sure, Emilio," he said amiably but with a certain amount of fear and trepidation.
He turned his attention to the second man and said, "hello, Tony. How are ya?"
The second man remained resolutely silent, thus neither confirming or denying his state of health.
Maria squealed as the two men suddenly grabbed her husband and began to frog-march him towards the front door.
"Hey! Who are you guys? Where are you taking my husband?"
Emilio and Tony stopped in their tracks and turned to address her.
"You wanna know who we are?" Emilio smirked at her, "you sure?"
Maria suddenly remembered her state of dress and pulled the robe tightly around her. She nodded.
"We're Janice Malone's brothers, bitch!" Emilio continued, "the girl you're husband's been banging every afternoon!"
Maria actually felt her chest tighten as Emilio's words sank in. She looked over at her husband, her eyes challenging him to deny the allegation, but as his deep blue eyes stared back and he slowly nodded his head, Maria knew that no matter what he did or who he slept with, she would always love him, would always want him. In that moment she knew she must defend him.
"So what?" she said airily with a dismissive wave of her hand, "he may have fucked your bitch of a sister, but he always comes home to me!"
"Yeah, well she's only eighteen," spat Emilio, "and we're gonna teach this bastard to keep his hands off our sister!"
