Dolcezza [18+]

Note no. 52

.Pandora Caruso.

My husband forgave me after I let him fuck me back in our bedroom but the only thing in my mind was how Alessandro's cum was working as our lube. He's been gone for around a week now; he is in LA with Mr. Cavallaro so there hasn't been much action for me apart from the constant masturbation and online college.

"Hi, puppy," a big smile appeared on my lips as Rex, my one-year-old Doberman. He jumped onto the bed and laid his head down across my lap.

These are times I dread; quiet moments where I think about every decision in my life. Most of them have been horrible including marrying my husband. Maybe it makes me a cold-hearted bitch marrying someone for money but it's a crucial necessity knowing that you're financially safe, not even the money itself but feeling like if anything ever happens you'll be covered.

Out of fucking nowhere, my phone rang. Unknown could be read on the screen apart from the red and green buttons. No one has this number, just my husband and Amazon; it makes sense, I ordered a tripod for my camera so I can record my self-sex times.

"Hello? Don, is this you?" We always get the same amazon delivery guy.

A chuckle that made my skin crawl "Don? Who is Don, babydoll?" My right hand reached for the hem of my dress gripping it tightly as a reaction to his Italian accent.

"No one important. How did you get this number, Mr. Cavallaro?" My eyes glanced at the door to make sure it was closed.

"Your husband's password is your birthday," he told "and he is currently passed out from all the drinking." It's around 2 am over there "He was a good boy though, no girls."

"I know my husband is faithful, Sir. Why are you calling me at such indecent hours?"

"I had someone fix your dress," he told. "When can I see you to rip it again?"

A soft chuckle left my mouth "How about dinner when you come back from the business trip?"

"How about Santorini tomorrow morning?"

My right eyebrow arched "There are so many people taking care of me it's ridiculous, how would I escape them?"

"Babydoll, you'll find a way," it sounded more like a command rather than a compliment. "There'll be a private jet waiting for you at the Florence Airport; if you're not there by 7:30 am tomorrow they will leave without you."

"Alessandro you're mental," my free hand slipped in my white panties.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of doing for a good fuck," the man told making me even hornier. "Go to the Alitalia check-in desk and tell them you're Gemma Cavallaro; they will take care of everything else. There will also be a black Audi waiting for you in the winery car park, the plates are your birthday."