Page 55 of Fatal Sloth

I can feel the irritation bubbling inside me at Tina's attitude towards Mia. It's one of the reasons why I avoided relationships for so long.

I fight the urge to put the hostess in her place, her overinflated lips and fake smile grating on my nerves.

But instead of letting her win, I opt for a more subtle approach. I take Mia’s hand in mine, grateful for the wedding ring on her finger. Kissing her knuckles, “What would my wife prefer?” I ask, with a playful glint in my eyes. I tilt my head slightly and flash Mia a mischievous grin.

Tina's smile drops when she realizes her attempt at provoking Mia falls flat.

Refusing to play into Tina's hostility, Mia responds calmly, “I’ll have what you’re having.” Tina walks away seemingly annoyed, and Mia's hand slips out of mine.

She turns to face me with a look of suspicion etched across her features. "So, that's how you know her?" Her words carry more weight than a simple question and dare me to deny her suspicions. But I'm not a fool about to fall into a trap. Answering would be like signing my death warrant.

“Everyone has a past. I'd be stupid to think you were any different, dear husband,” she replies playfully.

I yank her chair with a swift tug, pulling her closer. Gripping her hand firmly, I guide it to my lap, making damn sure she feels the hard bulge in my pants. "You're fucking mine, Piccolina," I growl, “and the only one I want.” Her eyes widen, registering what she’s holding.

Without a moment's hesitation, I crash my lips over hers in a forceful kiss, fueled by raw lust. As the kiss ignites, I waste no time lifting her skirt, my hand sliding up her thigh to find the delicate lace of her underwear. A rumble escapes my chest as I feel the dampness seeping through the thin fabric. This woman and her lace panties are always driving me to the edge.

Mia's fingers intertwine in my hair, but I pay no attention to her whispered concern about being seen.

"Nobody's watching, Piccolina," I retort firmly and continue my exploration under the table. Satisfied with my assurance, she surrenders to me, parting her legs to grant me access. "Such a good girl," I praise her, slipping my fingers beneath the edge of her panties to tease her wet folds, her arousal coating my fingers. She leans into the crook of my neck, her breath hot against my skin as I continue to play with her, her teeth grazing my neck in a futile attempt to stifle her moans.

With her skirt pushed up to her hips, I hoist her leg over mine, spreading her legs to get a better angle to play. I tear her panties off, the sound of ripping fabric echoing in the quiet room. I revel in Mia's submission to me at this moment as I insert a finger. Her tight pussy clenches around my finger like a vise, urging me to keep going. Adding a second finger, I thrust into her, increasing my speed and driving her to the edge of ecstasy. Faster and harder, I pump into her until she loses herself in the overwhelming waves of pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, drenching my fingers in her release.

Damn, she looks beautiful when she comes undone.

Mia rides out her orgasm, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. I don't hesitate as I bring my fingers to my mouth, savoring the taste of her sweet juices. "You taste better than anything on this menu," I moan, relishing the flavor as I seal my lips over hers, allowing her to experience the intoxicating taste of her juices.

"Mm. Now it's my turn," she purrs, flashing me a coy smile, her cheeks still flushed with arousal. "You said no one can see us?" she asks, seeking confirmation. I nod, and without further ado, she slips off her seat, lifts the tablecloth, and slides under the table, positioning herself between my legs.

I grab Mia's hands as she works to unbuckle my pants, but she pays no mind. With determination, she unzips my pants and frees my throbbing cock. When her warm, velvety tongue caresses the tip, it nearly pushes me over the edge. Her lips and tongue lick and tease, exploring my cock before she takes more of me in her mouth. With each bob of her head, her mouth tightens around me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My hand finds the back of her head, guiding her movements as I lose myself in the sensation.

Mia is still under the table, mid blowjob, when the waitress arrives with our drinks, oblivious to the illicit activity happening under the table. I plaster on a strained smile, praying she doesn't catch on to Mia's absence from her seat.

Meanwhile, Mia's enthusiasm knows no bounds. I'm pretty sure this is the first blowjob she’s ever given, but damn, she has the skills of a seasoned professional. She multitasks like a powerhouse- her mouth circles the tip of my dick while her hands keep up a steady rhythm on my shaft. It's like she’s a woman on a mission.

I can't help but chuckle nervously, trying to maintain my composure while Mia's dedication to her task is nothing short of impressive. Tina places the drinks down and smiles at me before walking away.

Who knew a blowjob under the table could be such a high-stakes, uncovered kink? My balls start to tighten, and I know I won't last much longer. I lean in, to whisper that I'm about to blow, expecting Mia to ease off. But no, she doesn’t, doubling down on her efforts like a pro. With one last desperate jerk, I feel myself careening over the edge. Ropes of white cum shoot down her eager little throat, and I sink backwards into my seat. She swallows every drop, leaving me utterly spent and completely satisfied. Mia never fails to impress, showing me once again what a good girl she really is.

The moment Jen begins to approach the table, Mia starts to rise from under the table, but I panic and push her back down, wrapping a leg around her so she can't escape my hold. I can practically see the what-the-fuck-is-going-on expression on Mia's face, but I try to play it cool. "We'll need a few minutes," I quickly say, cutting Jen off before she gets close, "my wife is in the bathroom." And there's no way I'm letting Mia out from under here until Jen is gone.

With Jen out of sight, I help Mia back into her seat from her game of hide and seek under the table. Her cheeks are flushed a bright shade of red, and her lips look like she just got stung by a bee. She's never looked more beautiful.

I cup her face and bring her to mine in a bruising, rough kiss, not caring that she just swallowed my load.

31

Mia

The past few days with Sebastiano have been a whirlwind. Each moment with him feels like a rush, a surge of excitement mingled with a bit of uncertainty. I’m discovering a new side of myself, an exhilarating side. Every touch sends shivers down my spine, heating a fire within me that I never knew was possible.

As breakfast winds down and Roman begins to clear the dishes, Sebastiano heads off to his office, leaving me with a craving for some fresh air and sunlight. So, I slip outside, where Marie is already busy tending to the flowers. The sight of the tulips instantly lifts my spirits; their bright colors seem to gleam in the sunlight, filling me with warmth and happiness. I gently run my fingers along their sturdy stems, marveling at how much they've grown since I last saw them. Against the backdrop of lush green trees, their vibrant hues stand out, reminding me that spring has finally arrived—my favorite time of year.

I gather the gardening tools, ready to dive into some outdoor work, when Marie mentions that there’s a package waiting for me on the kitchen island. I can't help but wonder who it could be from.

Shooting her a puzzled look, I set down my tools and go to check it out. "I'll be right back," I tell Marie before hurrying back inside to see what's arrived for me.

As I step into the kitchen, my eyes land on the box and envelope sitting innocently on the island counter. Initially, excitement bubbles up inside me, fueled by thoughts of Sebastiano surprising me with a thoughtful gift or planning a spontaneous date night, like something out of a rom-com.

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