Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01

... with the other hand, filming it. Marlene wasn’t wearing any panties. Slipping a finger between her lips, the gorgeous woman began to masturbate in the car. There was a honking horn, and I realized the light was green and quickly lurched forward. Marlene’s eyes glanced at me, then quickly looked back to her phone as a smirk competed with the look of pleasure on her face.

Listening to the wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy was hard enough, but the added moans and screams made it nearly impossible for me not to react. My cock twitched, then stretched out in my boxers as I made the last turn. There was an obvious code amongst the guards against flirting or even looking like you were lusting after the Boss’ women. Doing so was a swift way to end up with your feet stuck in a bucket of concrete and being dropped to the bottom of the ocean.

“Ohh ohhh yahh oh fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Marlene moaned with her feet spread to nearly touch both doors. Her hips raised and fell in the air as she smacked her wet pussy and convulsed as she came.

I cleared my throat as I pulled into the event. It was some Miami Independent Film debut. A red-carpet event for people who were local celebrities. Marlene said her goodbyes while adjusting her dress and lowering her skirt. When I pulled into a park, I exited the SUV and handed the key to the Escalade to the valet. The half dozen photographers waited to see who was inside, and I realized Marlene was waiting for ...

... me to get the door for her. Opening it, I took her hand and helped her out of the vehicle to a sea of white flashes and catcalls by the photographers. It wasn’t until she had moved on that I looked down and felt the wet pussy juices on my hand from hers.

Chapter Two

The movie premiere was a dull affair. Enough private security and local cops working overtime assignments to ensure nothing would happen. It was the clubs that Marlene toured afterward that had me nervous. After connecting with three of her friends who appeared to be models or influencers… some kind of non-job job… I began escorting the four of them to a series of bars, starting with the most exclusive and, thus, the safest. By the time I parked the car in the valet lane of the fifth club, the three girlfriends had gone their own ways, leaving Marlene to decide to go to the Tree Bar.

“Ma’am, I really think we should—”

“No,” Marlene said, raising a palm to stop my sentence. “I really think you should drive my car when I tell you to.”

Biting down on my tongue, I took a deep breath and released it. “Yes, ma’am.”

The club was as chaotic as I imagined it to be. Then it got worse. The internal security was almost zero inside the place, and the number of people was way over capacity. I paid for VIP access for Marlene, which was standard protocol for her when she was clubbing, but the woman ignored the selective section for the main dance floor that was covered wall to wall with bodies.

Standing at the ...