A weekend affair episode 7 & 8

🙈A WEEKEND AFFAIR🙈🙈
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EPISODE 07😜😜😜😜
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Ricco walked over to the door and locked it.
Looking at Frankie he started removing his
clothes. “Undress,” he ordered.
She knew that look, there would be no denying
him when he wanted it. So she slowly re-moved
her clothes as he stood watching her. Walking
up he pu-ll-ed her into his arms,l-ips c@m£
crashing down on hers. Hands around her
w@!st lifted her onto the desk. With a sweep of
his hand knocked everything off the desk.
Laying her down flat pu-ll-ed her legs towards
him, er-ction full b!own entered her and began
slowly thrû-sting.
Flat on her back she gr@bb£d onto the edge of
the desk, feeling him going dee-per with each
thrû-st. The w€t poured from her onto his shaft,
she was alre-ady coming and m0@n ed out loud.
He was relentless, kept pounding it into her,
losing count as to how many times she c@m£.
Her b©dy was quivering from exhaustion but he
kept going.
“Ricco, st©p, I can’t take any more,” she said
throu-gh ragged breaths.
He was so consumed with how it felt being
in,side her and he liked that she was so warm
and w€t, he wanted to keep going. But when
he heard her cry out he finally gave the h@rdest
thrû-st, going even dee-per let loose, coming,
ma-king his b©dy shatter, shaking violently.
Exhausted he laid his head on her belly,
gro-an ing. “fv¢k, that was amazing, I could do
that to you for hours.”
Getting up he pu-ll-ed her into a sitting position.
“Frankie, you have no idea what it feels like
being in,side you.” He hvgged her close to him,
k!ss!ngher p@ssionately.
“You’re going to tear me open if you keep on
like this,” she said smiling at him. Hell, she
loved it, he knew exactly how to make her
come, over and over. God, she wondered if she
was turning into a nympho. Lately, S-x with
Ricco was all she could think about, she
craved it, and since he was insatiable it
worked out well for the two of them.
“Frankie, you better get dressed, the staff will
be coming in to clean any minutes.” He
wondered what she could be thinking about so
de-eply.
After dinner, they went down to the beach for a
walk. Kicking off her shoes she walked into
the water, turning to Ricco. “Take off your
shoes and come in.”
“It’s too cold, come out before you catch a
cold,” he replied.
Looking at him and smiling she began taunting
him. “Don’t tell me that the big bad billionaire
is afraid of a little cold water. Chicken.” She
started fl@pping her arms and squawking like a
chicken.
Smiling back at her shakes his head, removing
the expensive dress shoes he always wore. “I’ll
show you who’s chicken.” He raced towards
her, she turned to run. Laughing and squealing
when he gr@bb£d her, picking her up
threatened to throw her in, clothes and all.
“No Ricco, it’s too cold.”
Looking into her eyes, he felt something in,side
him, pu-lling at his heartstrings. “No, I won’t
throw you in, but I will do this.”
He flopped back, falling into the icy cold water,
her in his arms. She giggled as she wra-pped
her arms around him, herl-ips turning blue and
she started to shiver. “That was mean Ricco,
and for the record, I can’t swim, so don’t let go
of me.”
His eyes squinted, “You can’t swim?”
“I never learned.”
He k!$$£d herl-ips, warming them up. “I will
teach you. Now let’s get you home and out of
these w€t clothes and into a warm shower.”
She felt the tingling go throu-gh her, a shower,
she knew what that meant.
Turning on the warm water they str!pped out of
the w€t clothes and stepped in. The water felt
warm against their skin.
He began k!ss!ngher p@ssionately, then he
turned her around, spre-ading her legs he was
about to enter her when she st©pped him.
“Ricco, what are you doing?”
She sounded scared. “Don’t tell me you’ve
never been made love to this way?”
Whimpering she shook her head, his arms
around her w@!st from behind.
“Trust me, you will love it, but you must relax
or it could hurt, especially the first time. Close
your eyes and relax, do you trust me?”
Looking over her shoulder at him she
whispered the word yes. Her eyes closed she
let him use his f!ngersto plea-sure her, she
was alre-ady w€t and when he sli-pped in,side
her she felt the pressure of his throbbing
er-ction and m0@n ed loudly as he moved
slowly in and out. A second of pain was worth
what she soon felt. The feel of his hands on
her h!ps as he pounded away s£nt her into a
frenzy of S-xual desire, sticking her bu-m out
further scre-med at the plea-sure she was
feeling.
When he was done he turned her around,
putting her up against the wall crushing her
li-ps with his, m0@n ing and gro-an ing. “Damn
you are so ti-ght and you feel amazing, God I
can’t get enough of you. But you, my dear,
have worn me out. Let’s go to be-d and get
some sleep, we must prepare for our visit with
my family.”
She sle-pt with her head on his che-st. He
watched as she sle-pt, her expo-sed brea-sts
rising and falling with every breath she took.
She was beautiful, in be-d as well as out. And
he knew that he was falling for her. And
wondered if there was a chance that she might
fall in love with him, but he doubted it. After
all, he tricked her into marrying him, and if she
ever found out the real reason she would hate
him. She must never find out, and he would do
whatever he had to in order to make sure she
didn’t.

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EPISODE 08😜😜😜😜
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Boarding the plane they were taken to their
seats in first cl@ss. Frankie had never been in
first cl@ss and was amazed at how luxurious it
was. She accepted the gl@ss of champagne
she was offered, taking a sip she giggled.
“That tickled my nose,” she told Ricco when
she saw him watching her.
Ricco got a kick out of her childlike behaviour,
the way she got excited over every new thing
she experienced. And when she excused
herself to use the restroom, he waited for a
couple of minutes then followed her in.
“Ricco, what are you doing in here?” Turning
and seeing that look in his eyes she knew.
“No, not here.”
His smile was devilish. “Oh yeah, here.”
Leaning over and putting his mouth on her
n£¢k started su-cking, letting one hand move
slowly up her leg, pu-lling down the P@nties, he
hissed. “Damn P@nties, I think from now on you
shouldn’t wear any.”
A f!nger entered her and she muffled a scre-m,
the way he moved in,side was getting her h0t
and when he told her to turn around and bend
over she obeyed. She heard the sound of his
Zi-pper being pu-ll-ed down, he slowly entered
her and when she went to scre-m he covered
her mouth. “Shh,” he whispered, “Or someone
will hear us.”
Letting go of her mouth he gr@bb£d her h!ps
and started moving fas-ter in,side her, she felt
him throbbing, getting h@rder and going
dee-per. m0@n ing quietly she could hear him
breathing heavy, heard him gr0@nwith plea-sure
when he c@m£. He continued until she too
c@m£.
When he was done he pu-ll-ed out and turned
her around and hisl-ips c@m£ crashing down
on hers, devouring them. “I love being in,side
you.”
After cleaning up she walked out first, her
cheeks flu-shed, heart racing. Her inner core
started throbbing again, oh God she thought, I
want him again.
Returning to his seat he smiled when he saw
the look on her face. “You want more my
love?” he asked. Not waiting for an answer
pu-ll-ed a blanket over them and turning to her
his hand went down between her th!ghs and
in,side her P@nties.
She looked at him, terrified that they would get
caught, but he shushed her and continued.
Closing her eyes she m0@n ed softly.
Leaving the plane she felt embarr@ssed about
allowing him to do what he had done, right
there in the seat, with people all around them.
But all the same, she liked it.
A car was at the airport to pick them up. The
closer they got to Ricco’s father’s home the
more distant he bec@m£, ba-rely talking to her.
Her eyes wi-de-ned in bewilderment, this was no
ordinary home, it was a castle, with an
extremely long driveway.
The car st©pped and two servants c@m£ from
in,side and carried the luggage. Ricco held her
arm as they walked in,side. The one servant
turned to another man who appeared and gave
orders to take the luggage to their rooms.
Ricco st©pped him. “Wait, what do you mean
rooms?” he demanded.
“You’re father has @ssigned the guest room in
the west wing for Mrs. Santoro.”
Frankie looked sharply at Ricco, was she to be
in a separate room from her husband. Relief
washed over her when he spoke.
“You will take her bags to my room, is that
un-derstood?”
“But sir, your father will be angry with me if I
do not follow his orders.”
“I don’t give a damn what he says.” Frankie
placed her hand on his arm, calming him
down. He turned to the frightened man before
him. I will speak with my father, you won’t be
in any trouble, now have all our bags brou-ght
to my room.”
“The man bowed to Ricco. “As you wish. Your
pres£nce is expected in the Den.”
Taking her hand Ricco led her into the den.
Three sets of eyes turned to them, one
belonged to a younger version of Ricco,
another was from a woman whose eyes
seemed blank when she looked back at
Frankie. But the scariest eyes of all c@m£ from
the older man, whose eyes blazed angrily into
hers, s£nding a cold chill throu-ghout her entire
being.
Ricco spoke first. “Frankie, meet my younger
brother Bernardo.”
Bernardo took Frankie’s hand and k!$$£d the
back of it. “So nice to meet you.” He looked at
Ricco. “You did well with this one brother.”
Ignoring his brother he turned to the woman.
“This is my older sister, Adriana.”
Adriana’s eyes swept over Frankie and when
their eyes met Frankie felt that cold chill
sweep throu-gh her. The woman’s eyes were
cold, dark and evil.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, shaking Frankie’s
hand.
Taking Frankie’s hand walked her over to his
father. “Sweetheart, meet my father, Orfeo
Santoro. “Father, meet Frankie, my wife.”
She saw the flash of anger in Orfeo’s eyes
when Ricco emphasized the word, wife. Like
Adriana, his eyes were dark, cold and evil.
He did not speak to her when he spoke. “She
is an American, you did not tell me this Ricco
when we spoke on the phone.”
Ricco’s voice was cold and harsh when he
answered. “I felt no need to, and so that you
know I ordered the butler to take Frankie’s
bags to my room.”
Orfeo snapped his head towards his son. “That
is unacceptable, this is my home and you will
abide by my rules.”
“Then father, we will not stay here, come,
Frankie, we’re leaving.” He turned and took her
hand went to walk out.
“Oh, alright. If it means that much to you then
she can stay in your room.” Orfeo said with a
great deal of bitterness.
“Frankie is my wife father, her place is beside
me and you will respect her. Now, if you’ll
excuse us we will get settled in.”
Taking her hand Ricco walked away and they
went to his be-droom.
Seeing her discomfort he took her in his arms.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?”
Frankie had a bad feeling about this family,
they were so cold. There were no loving hvgs
or signs of affection. For some reason, she felt
scared, wishing now they hadn’t come. “Your
family, they scare me.”
Taking her face in his hands he smiled. “No
need to be afraid, they are just different.”
“Why did your father want us in different
be-drooms?”
He sighed de-eply, wondering if he should tell
her. Then figuring someone would he decided
to be the one. “In my father’s family, for
generations, the husbands have always had
their own be-droom.”
“But why?” she asked.
“So that they could have mistresses without
having to go outside the home.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my God, they
cheat on the wives right un-der the same roof.
Is that what’s going to happen to us? Will you
soon have your own be-droom and a mistress?”
She moved away from him.
“Would it bother you if I did?”
She swore at him. “You bastard, if you do, I’ll
never let you near me again. I won’t sleep with
a man who will cheat on me. Would it bother
you if I fv¢ked another man Ricco?”
gr-abbing her he flung her onto the be-d, and
getting on t©p he held her hands above her
head when she tried to hit him. “My you are a
feisty little thing, I didn’t realize you had such
a temper. Yes, it would bother me, I would kill
the man.”
“Get off me,” she scre-med as he started
tearing off her clothes until she laid n-ked
beneath him.
Soon he was k!ss!ngand tou-ching her in a way
that had her melting, giving into him while his
hands moved r0ûghly along her b©dy. Lighting
the fire within her, she frantically undid the
bu-ttons on his shi-t and helped him out of his
clothes.
Spre-ading her legs he got in between and
surged in,side, thrû-sting h@rd, going de-ep. She
scre-med as he filled her to the very core. He
was relentless as he pumped fas-ter and
h@rder, she thought her in,sides were going to
split open. Digging her nails into his flesh she
m0@n ed as she pressed into him, wanting
more, wanted him in dee-per.
After what seemed like forever he coll@psed on
t©p of her, breathing h@rd and sweating.
“Frankie, I have no need for a mistress when I
have you.”
“Promise me, Ricco,” she begged.
Looking down at her he said sincerely, “I
promise I’ll never cheat on you, you are my
wife and my mistress.”
She smiled and stroked his cheek. “I love you,
Ricco.”
This confession c@m£ as a complete shock to
him, it was what he wanted and it filled his
heart with love. “I love you too,” he said, giving
her a tender, loving k!ss.

*TO BE CONTINUED*