Married To The Mafia (BWWM)

Together

"Bye, baby," I said as I kissed Marciano on the cheek.

"Bye mommy! I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I said as he went out the door.

I went up the stairs into Marciello and I's room.

"Wakeup," I said as I shook him.

"Belle...I'm sleepy," Marciello mumbled.

"I'm bored," I said, pouting.

"Then come lay down next to me," he said. I laid next to him and he wrapped his arms around me.

"You smell nice," he mumbled before he started snoring. I sighed and tried to go to sleep.

30 minutes later, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Marciello's ass was still sleeping. I poked his eye and it shot open, scaring me.

"What do you want?", he asked.

"To do something," I said. He sighed and got up.

"What do you want to do?", he asked.

"It doesn't matter," I shrugged.

"Did the doctor say anything against fingering?", Marciello asked as he looked at my body hungrily. I felt my pussy grow wet.

"Not that I know of," I said as I squeezed my legs together. He came over to me and took off my shorts and underwear. His thumb started rubbing my clit and I moaned loudly.

"No sexual contact!", Dr. Harvie said as he bust through the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here?", Marciello yelled. I hurried up and put back on my underwear and shorts.

"It's part of the program. I had to make sure you were following my orders, but obviously you are not," Dr. Harvie frowned.

"Look man, I'm getting blue balls over here. We can't do this," Marciello said.

"You can! Stop giving in to temptation, that's the whole purpose of this lesson. You get tempted to hit her and she gets tempted to leave you. If you guys can resist temptation in one aspect of your life, you can conquer it in another," Dr. Harvie said.

"Okay, we understand,'' I said.

"Glad that you do, no sex for 2 weeks now," he said.

Marciello and I both groaned.

"Can we masturbate?", Marciello asked.

"No! You can't do anything that causes sexual release," he said.

"Cut us some slack," Marciello groaned.

"No, resist the temptation. Go out and eat some icecream," Dr. Harvie said.

"I rather be eating something else," Marciello grumbled.

"I'll see you guys next week and know that when you least expect it I will pop up," he said as he left.

The struggle is real.