Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 03

... terrified of the ocean and had more than one fear involving being in the water while a massive thousand-tonne ship rushed beside me. Needless to say, getting swept into the massive propellers was included in that list of fears.

Kicking wildly and hard, I held on to Marlene’s arm with one hand and swam to the surface with the other. Every second beneath the surface was petrifying. My lungs burned for air. With every stroke, I swore I would burst through the surface, but I never did. I worried I had rescued Marlene just to drown her. Then it happened.

Cutting through the surface, I gasped a harsh breath of air, and moments later, Marlene did, too. I turned and saw the ship had passed us by twenty yards already. Finally, taking my first breaths of relief, I turned to Marlene, who clung to me.

“Are you alright? Are you… are you hurt?” I spat up a mouthful of salt water.

“No, no, but I… I don’t swim well. Can we make it to shore?” Marlene asked, her voice filled with trepidation.

“We will.”

It took the better part of an hour, but we made it to a railing on the docks. I barely had the strength to pull myself from the water. My wounded shoulder flared with pain.

“Oh, you’re hurt!” were Marlene’s first words once we were out of the water. I leaned on her as we left. We cut through a different terminal lot than before and walked out the gate as a car came in. It took a bit more walking to find where I had stashed the trash bag of money, but we found it.

There ...

... was another two-hour walk to the nearest hotel. It was a step up from the motel they stayed in for over a week, but not by much. We shared a long, hot shower together. It was filled with no talk. Just our arms resting around each other’s necks. Our foreheads leaned together in peace for the moment.

Our exit from the country was one of plain sight. Lorenzo had bought us tickets to board a cruise ship that visited the Caribbean over the next week. One of the stops would be Jamaica. We would get off on the visit but would not return to the ship. The cruise ship departed in six hours.

Marlene cleaned and bandaged my wounds, and I must have dozed off in the bed while I lay there. My sleep was heavy and deep as my body and mind recovered from the night before. I awoke hours later with a kiss on my cheek.

“Shhhh…” Marlene whispered into my ear as she kissed my cheek, then kissed a spot lower to my neck. “Don’t move a muscle. Don’t say a word.”

She instructed as she pulled my boxers down around my ankles with one hand. Her hand found my shaft and gently stroked it up and down as she spoke.

“I want you to relax. I want you to just lay there and let me thank you…”

Marlene pumped my shaft until it throbbed in her, and the girth and length outgrew her small hands as she stroked me. My breath increased as I felt her body shaped to mine as she ground her sex into the side of my hips.

“Mmmm, I want you to know how thankful I am… mmm… I want you to know that I am yours…” ...