A weekend affair episode 6

🙈A WEEKEND AFFAIR🙈🙈
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EPISODE 06😜😜😜😜
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When they got back to the city, instead of
driving home Ricco st©pped at a women’s
clothing store. Not just any clothing store, but
one of the most expensive ones around.
“Why are we st©pping here?” she asked,
looking at him.
“You need new things to wear, we will be going
to p@rties, ballet. Can’t have my wife wearing
cheap clothes from bargain stores.”
Frankie was insulted by this remark. It was not
as if her clothes were rags.” There’s nothing
wrong with what I wear.”
“You are the wife of a billionaire, you must
dress the p@rt.” He saw the hurt on her face
and felt bad, it wasn’t his intentions to make
her feel bad. “What I meant was I want to give
you nice things, I love what you wear and what
woman wouldn’t love shopping for a new
wardrobe?”
Frankie tried on so many outfits it was ma-king
her head spin and she was feeling exhausted.
Seeing how weary she was becoming he
suggested they call it a day. “OK, let’s go get
some dinner, but first I want to make one more
st©p.”
They walked into a lingerie shop, she blu-shed
when he picked up several different S-xy br@s
and P@nties. He also picked out some very
revea-ling nightgo-wns, most see throu-gh. She
might as well not be wearing anything at all.
“Why are you buying those?” She pointed to the
pile of nighties on the counter.
Giving her a sly smile answered. “For
insurance.”
“Insurance for what?”
Was she really this naive he wondered. “So
that you won’t wear those ridiculous granny
nighties.”
After a delicious meal, they headed home. She
was in be-d when he c@m£ out of the shower,
still damp, his che-st glistened. A feeling of
desire raced throu-gh her, he was so
handsome, his dark hair still damp, a drop of
water dr!pp£dfrom his hair down a toned and
muscular che-st. He dropped the towel that was
around his w@!st and she looked away, he had
nothing on un-derneath.
Seeing how she blu-shed he smiled and
climbe-d into be-d. “Do not be shy, I am after all
your husband and you have seen me before.”
“Can’t you at least wear P@nts to be-d?”
“No, now come here and k!ssme,” he said as
he reached out to pu-ll her close.
But she moved away, to the far side of the
be-d.
He chuckled. “So you want to pl@ygames.”
Moving over he gr@bb£d her, getting on t©p
and pinning her down. “You can’t get away. No
matter how big this be-d is I will catch you.”
“Get off me,” she yelled. Then she pushed with
all her might. And seeing they were at the edge
he rolled off and onto the floor, crying out in
pain.
“Oh my God Ricco, are you OK?” she cried out.
When she heard no reply and saw his eyes
were closed she jumped off the be-d, going to
his side she leaned over, tou-ching him. “Ricco
I’m so sorry, wake up.” she sniffed.
She then felt herself being pu-ll-ed down on t©p
of him, he wra-pped his arms around her in a
ti-ght grip and stared into her frightened eyes.
“You pig,” she scre-med. “You tricked me, I
thought you were hurt.”
“If you won’t let me come to you, then I’ll make
you come to me.” One arm holding her, the
other moved up her leg and un-der the
nightgo-wn.
She began m0@n ing when he stuck a f!nger
in,side, stroking, feeling the w€tness. Rolling
her onto her back he climbe-d on t©p, k!ssing
her n£¢k as his f!ngersworked its magic on
her.
Breathing heavily she raised her h!ps, moving
to the rhythm of his strokes. He thrû-st h@rder
in and out, going dee-per.
“Do you like it?” asking her hoarsely.
“Yes,” she m0@n ed loudly. She knew she was
close to coming, this feeling was amazing. Her
eyes rolled back, her b©dy j£rked and shook
and she scre-med out, calling his name as she
c@m£.
pu-lling out he smiled at her, how he loved the
way Frankie’s b©dy responded to his t©uçh.
gr-abbing her face he k!$$£d her, savagely
devouring herl-ips as he felt his own desire
building. Spre-ading her legs he got in between
and with a h@rd thrû-st entered her, hearing her
m0@n in plea-sure.
Hovering over her he moved up, pu-lling out till
only the ti-p was at the opening of her womanly
folds, then he pushed in, going de-ep, loving
her squeals. He kept this up till he heard her
cry out.
“Ricco, oh God Ricco, take me now before I go
mad.” She twisted and squirmed frantically
beneath him.
He was so close he couldn’t wait any longer,
going fas-ter and h@rder he c@m£, exploding.
He trembled, his b©dy shaking as he coll@psed
on t©p of her, both soa-ked with sweat.
Laying on the floor he raised himself up on his
hands, smiling down at her. “Now, there will
be no more games, no more saying you won’t
have S-x with me. Is that clear?”
Her brea-sts were heaving ra-pidly up and down
as she tried to catch her breath. Not being
able to speak she smiled and shook her head,
letting him know she was in agreement.
Picking her up he laid her down on the be-d,
smiling. “That’s my girl. Now, are you re-ady
for round three?”
Running her f!ngersdown his back as he
pounded his flesh into her she knew she would
never refuse him again. Why would she want to
when it was this good.
They showered together in the morning, he told
her they were going out to brunch with some
friends of his. Saying it was about time they
met her.
Dressing in one of the dresses he bought her
she did her hair up in a ponytail. Only to have
him undo it, saying he loved her hair down.
“plea-se my love, always wear it down for me,”
he said as he nuzzled her n£¢k.
At the restaurant, they met with another couple,
James, and Clair Scott. He was a real estate
tycoon and his wife was at least twenty years
younger than her husband. He was fat and
bald, she was beautiful, looked like a model
and obviously a gold digger.
Frankie did not like the way Clair was eyeing
Ricco, the way she kept tou-ching his hand.
Smiling and flir-ting with him was ma-king her
angry. Clair’s husband seemed not to notice, or
maybe he didn’t care. And the fact that Ricco
was just as friendly with Clair did not sit well
with Frankie, having seen and hearing enough
tossed her napkin down, excusing herself left
the table.
Before she could enter the ladies she felt a
hand gr-abbing her arm and being turned
around. “Frankie, why did you get up and leave
in such a huff?”
She glared at him, her anger ma-king her lash
out. “I wasn’t going to sit there and listen to
you and that bit-ch flir-t. Christ, I’m sitting right
there next to you.”
“Are you jealous Frankie?”
Yanking her arm away from his grip she
snapped, “Oh get over yourself.”
Taking ahold of her again pu-ll-ed her into the
ladies room and locked the door. pu-lling her
into his arms k!$$£d her, leaning her up
against the door he sm-irked. “You have no
reason to be jealous, there is nothing going on
between me and Clair. You are my wife, I will
never be unfaithful to you.”
She g@sped when he picked her up and putting
her on the counter pu-ll-ed her dress above her
h!ps, pu-lling down the silk P@nties she wore.
“Ricco no, not here.”
“Yes, here,” he whispered in her ear. pu-lling
down his Zi-pper moved her closer and entered
her. It was over in seconds, leaving her
P@nting, out of breath. Cleaning up and before
they walked out he gave her a de-ep,
p@ssionate k!ss. “Don’t ever doubt me again.”
Sitting down she couldn’t believe they had
done it in a public washroom, but she had to
admit it was exciting, the thrill of being caught
made it all that much more fun.
Later he took her to the horse races, she had
never been before, and when he had her pick
out a horse for him to bet on she was nervous.
Of course, it lost but Ricco wasn’t mad, he
laughed, saying it was no big deal.
When they arrived home there was a phone call
waiting for him. Going into the libr@ry he took
the call. Frankie checked out the books,
intending on taking one to re-ad.
She could hear Ricco yelling into the phone,
whoever was talking to him made him very
angry. She had never heard him so angry
before.
After slamming the phone down she walked
over to him, placing a hand on his arm. “Ricco,
what’s wrong?”
When he looked at her it was as if he didn’t
see her, he was looking right throu-gh her.
gr-abbing the phone he pu-ll-ed it out of the wall,
cursing he flung it across the room. Backing
away, fear crept throu-gh her she g@sped, turned
and fled. His anger scared her to the very
core, he was a different man to what she had
come to know.
Once in,side the be-droom, she trembled, she
was sitting on the be-d when he walked in and
she cringed when he went to t©uçh her.
“Are you afraid of me Frankie? You have no
need to be, I would never hurt you.”
“You frightened me, Ricco. I don’t like violence.
You have a temper, how do I know you won’t
take it out on me?”
He t©uçhed her cheek tenderly. “I’m sorry I
frightened you. It’s only my father that makes
me so mad. I’m twenty-nine years old and he
still thinks he can tell me what to do.”
“What did he say to make you so angry?”
He stared into her eyes, God she had beautiful
eyes. He could not tell her what all was said, it
would hurt her, and he wouldn’t allow that to
happen. “Nothing that concerns you. But, we
do have to go and see him. He has found out
about our marriage and wants to meet you.”
“Ricco, you haven’t told him?”
“No,” he replied.
“But he’s your father. When will we be going?”
“Day after tomorrow, to his home in Italy. We’ll
stay a few weeks there and I’ll show you the
sights, give you a tour of our vineyards.”

*TO BE CONTINUED*