The Secret Life of Blythe

3. Leo

When we exit the airport I stand stock still.  I notice everything, my eyes are absorbing it all. The smoke rising from the ground, the cabs, the hustle and bustle, the smell, the lights.  All the things I thought I didn't miss. Turns out I did a little and I'm relieved to feel that way rather than the alternative anger that I feel towards certain individual's here.
"Let's get my sexy wife to her hide out shall we" I wink opening the door to a yellow cab I'd flagged down. Blythe's excited, I can see it in her eyes. The bright lights are wooing her, giving me another reason to feel relieved. It's her first time seeing the bright lights and I try to imagine it through the eyes of someone seeing it for the first time.   Not just anyone, my soul mate and it humbles me. 

Mattia's expecting me at the family home in Brooklyn tomorrow so tonight I get to spend with my wife.  I've booked a suite for the week Blythe's with me and next week I'll stay with Mattia over in Brooklyn, my old stomping ground and the place that very nearly destroyed me. It's going to kill me to act nonchalant towards his father, my now boss again when I do eventually have to face him. How Mattia lives in the same house as him I don't know, the bloke is crazy.

Blythe twirls around the room once we've entered as I watch her in a trance. 
"Very nice Mr Romano, very nice indeed" she says seductively. I watch her look out over the landscape, she looks beautiful with all the twinkling lights behind her. I can feel myself hardening imagining throwing her on to the bed and fucking her until she screams the place down.  So that's exactly what I do, although when I do pick her up I remember that I can't actually throw her anymore so I drop her a couple of inches off the mattress, enough to make her squeal in delight.
"Leo, I'm not gonna break you know"
"I know" I can only give her my best smile, hoping it placates her enough about my crazy overprotectiveness since finding out about the baby.
"Fuck your beautiful" she says.
"Coming from an angel, I'll take it" I say cheekily.

I peel off all her layers and spread her legs revealing her pretty pink pussy, remaining fully dressed I dip my head and savour the taste of her in my mouth, she's exquisite, a taste made just for me as I moan along with her until she falls apart and her sex clenches against my tongue that's currently lapping up every drop of her juices. I'm desperate for a release so I unzip myself and lay on my back pulling Blythe with me until she's straddling me. She lowers herself on to my throbbing shaft, it takes a minute but we both hiss in unison as she bottoms out.  I'm bigger still in this position and she struggles unless she's dripping wet.  Her pussy fits me like she's been made for me, her tight grip always running extra hot around my shaft, it's like nothing I've ever felt.   We don't lose eye contact whilst she rides me, it's so intense when she does this, she knows I find it impossible to last when she looks at me like I hung the stars. Her huge perky tits bounce around and her lusty hooded eyes shine with love. I'm guessing it's exactly how I'm looking at her too as she announces her impending orgasm. I thrust up hard, once, twice and then we're both shattering together.
"fuuckk, fuck" we shout as her pussy clenches around me and I empty every ounce I have in to her.
"I'm not gonna be able to walk all week now" she pouts as I laugh some more.
I've never been with a woman that tips me over the edge as quickly as she does.  I married my wet dream in Blythe and seeing her belly swollen makes me all possessive and hard again as she cringes. 
"Aww god" she moans as I harden inside of her again. 
"Yes wife, you shouldn't look at me like that if you can't take the consequences" I tease.
"Hold on tight baby, I'm ready for round two" I roar. 

After a lazy breakfast together the following morning I leave Blythe in the foyer with her very own tour guide. He's at her disposal all week and vetted by me personally. He's highly rated and happily married to another man. It's a possessive move, but I'm a jealous man when it comes to my wife. She's going to have the best time and I can relax knowing it. As for me, a black town car waits outside the revolving doors. It's been a while since I've been in one. I step through the door, head held high, putting one foot in front of the other and any internal dilemma I'm going through completely masked to the outside world. I open the door to the town car, the smell of a fresh valeted aroma hitting my senses before I slide my backside in and buckle up. The driver gives me a toothy grin in the mirror, and my brow pinches trying to work out who the kid is.
"Still a good looking bastard I see Leo" he chuckles, it's then that it clicks. British accent, it has to be one of Billy's boys.
"Which of Billy's mistakes are you?" I ask with a smirk. He laughs.
"it's Tom".
"Ahh young Thomas, I remember you doing a few odd jobs for me, you were good". He smiles proudly at my compliment. 
"So you're driving VIP's around now kid?" "Mostly VIP's" he smirks back before we both laugh, the obvious disrespect not lost on me, the cocky little shit. His father is a great man, it's a standing joke in Billy's family, he has a ridiculous amount of kids so he introduces them as mistake and whatever number they are. If you didn't know him you would think it cruel but the lot of them are in on the joke.