Sam's wife meets a mob boss who employs her husband at a social function. She's a little tipsy, and flirts with the mafia guy, but rejects him when he comes on too strong. The mob boss ends up going to their house and fucking Sam's wife, while forcing him to watch.
Tony Rosati had been running the construction industry in Las Vegas for nearly twenty years. He was a boss in the local mob, and was a made man... so he was both respected and feared by everyone in the business who had any dealings with him... either directly, or indirectly through the unions he controlled.
Feeling charitable after another banner year of record profits from skimming, money laundering and coercion, Mr. Rosati... the don... arranged for a celebratory dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant for about fifty of his biggest vendors, partners and construction managers working the various projects he had underway throughout Vegas.
The don moved smoothly through the assembled group... smiling and shaking hands, greeting spouses with effusive compliments, and enjoying the accolades that came with being the most important and powerful person in the room.
As Mr. Rosati worked the crowd before the meal was to be served, he ran into Sam Cohen... one of his best concrete vendors... who happily introduced him to his wife.
“Excuse me, don Rosati, this is my wife, Carmen... she’s been looking forward to meeting you.”
The mob boss smiled at Carmen... noting that she was extremely attractive, and perhaps a bit tipsy from a few too many cocktails while waiting for dinner to begin. He also couldn’t help but notice that she had on a low-cut, extremely form-fitting, mini cocktail dress that ended well above the middle of her thighs, and did nothing to restrain her gorgeous DD cup breasts, which jiggled fetchingly as she shook the don’s hand and flashed him a pretty smile.
With his eyes darting between her face and her overflowing cleavage, Mr. Rosati raised her hand to his lips... lightly kissing the back of it... and said, “Well, hello, Carmen... it’s a pleasure to meet you. Your husband plays a very important role in my businesses. I’m glad you were able to join us tonight.”
Carmen blushed when she saw that Mr. Rosati couldn’t keep his eyes off her boobs... but she definitely enjoyed the attention... and she was pretty sure that the don knew she enjoyed it.
Given her striking good looks and stellar body... especially her eye-catching breasts... Carmen had always been showered with attention from guys... as well as some girls. She loved it, and sort of felt like she was entitled to it... which had turned her into a bit of a tease over the years... especially when it came to the guys.
Still, she hadn’t met someone of Mr. Rosati’s status before, so she felt a little off-balance as he flashed a disarming smile, while slowly checking her out from top to bottom... spending a little extra time focused on the middle, where her obvious nipple bumps poked through the top of her sequined cocktail dress.
Stammering slightly... probably from nerves, as well as the drinks she’d had earlier... Carmen smiled demurely and said, “I’m happy to meet you, don Rosati... I’ve heard a lot about you. Meeting you like this is a great honor.”
The don nodded his approval at her compliment, then... with his eyes locked onto her soft, fleshy tits wobbling enticingly against the thin material of her dress... said, “Why don’t you and your husband join me at my table for dinner.”
Sam and Carmen were excited for the offer, even though Sam knew it wasn’t really an invitation, as much as it was an order... so they followed him through the crowd of people, watching him get greeted and fawned over by several others at the gathering, as they made their way to the head table.
Sam noticed that Carmen seemed infatuated with the don... perhaps due to being a bit tipsy, or maybe simply due to being a bit awed by his obvious power and confidence. And he could see that Mr. Rosati was eating it up... enjoying the attention from this beautiful woman as if it was his due. And, as the dinner progressed, Carmen appeared to be getting flirtier... and the mob boss seemed to be getting louder and bolder.
Sam was getting a little concerned, as he watched his wife teasing the don and allowing him certain liberties, but pulling back and blocking his advances when they got too aggressive. He’d seen his wife do this sort of thing before when she’d had a few too many, and he was worried about how Mr. Rosati would react.
At one point, Mr. Rosati pulled Carmen onto his lap... totally ignoring her husband sitting nearby... and roughly fondled her breasts through her dress, and tried to slide his hand between her legs.
Carmen laughed, and let him have his fun for a few seconds, but then pushed herself off his lap and sat back down in her own chair.
As the don reached over to try again, Sam cleared his throat to catch the his attention... then, trying not to antagonize his mafia host too much, said, “Mr. Rosati... that’s enough... I think my wife has had too much to drink... it’s probably time for me to take her home.”
It was well-known that don Rosati was both impatient and arrogant... with a terrible temper. He always got what he wanted... sometimes using drastic measures to make it happen. So, Sam was a bit worried when he saw the furious look that flashed across the mob boss’ face. But, after a brief moment, the don calmed himself down and allowed the moment to pass, as Sam helped Carmen pull herself together so they could leave.
As they said their goodbyes, Mr. Rosati stood up... smiling broadly as he shook Sam’s hand and clapped him on the back... telling him how pleased he was that they could share a meal together. After that, he turned to Carmen and gave her a long, lingering hug... holding her close for a few extra seconds, and letting his hand drop down to squeeze her ass cheek several times... before releasing her, then watching as she and Sam left the party.
As Mr. Rosati watched the backs of Sam and Carmen walking toward the door, he turned to Joey, his right hand man, and said, “Give me thirty minutes, then bring the car around.” With a silent nod, Joey checked his watch and settled back into his chair, then waited as his boss flashed a smile and continued to work the room.
On the way home, Sam was complaining to Carmen about how she’d disrespected Mr. Rosati by flirting with him in front of everyone... then pulling away when he began pawing her.
“For fuck sake, Carmen... you don’t know who you’re messing with.”
Still tipsy from earlier, she laughed and said, “Yeah, I can see that he’s important... but don’t worry about it, hon... he’s just a guy... he thinks with his dick, and he can’t pass up a nice set of tits. Deep down he’s probably a big pussy.”
Sam shook his head but didn’t respond... he hated it when his wife drank too much and turned into a cock-tease. He was just glad it hadn’t escalated into a bigger deal at the restaurant.... he felt like he dodged a bullet.
When they got home, Carmen stripped off her cocktail dress and left it tangled on the bedroom floor, as she stepped into the shower to rinse off. Meanwhile, Sam put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt... then turned on the TV to relax before going to bed.
After her shower, Carmen dried her hair, threw on a robe and a pair of panties, then joined Sam on the sofa in the living room to watch some TV as the evening wound down.
About thirty minutes later, they were surprised to hear the doorbell ring. Sam and Carmen looked at each other with curious expressions, wondering who the hell it could be at that hour... as Sam got up and went to answer the door.
When he opened the door, Sam was stunned to see Mr. Rosati and Joey standing on the porch.
Sam’s gut wrenched a bit, as he stammered, “D-don Rosati... w-what are you doing here?”
With a wicked grin, the mob boss pushed his way past Sam into the foyer, saying, “Your wife started something at the restaurant... I’m here to finish it.”
Sam started to protest, but Joey punched him in the gut, knocking him to the ground. Mr. Rosati stalked into the living room, while his associate dragged Sam... coughing and gasping... along behind him.
Carmen jumped up when she heard the commotion at the front door, then watched with raised eyebrows as the two men stormed into the living room, with a cowering Sam in tow.
Don Rosati glared at her and said, “You and me... we have some unfinished business.”
Carmen’s eyes got big with fear... she murmured, “N-no, we don’t.”
The don grabbed her arm with one hand, and slapped her with the other one... causing Carmen to lose her balance. Mr. Rosati held onto her arm to keep her on her feet... but the blow caused her robe to fall open, allowing her heavy breasts to swing free.
With a lecherous grin on his face, don Rosati grabbed one of Carmen’s flailing tits... squeezing the flesh in the palm of his hand... hard... and asked, “Where’s the bedroom?”
When Carmen didn’t answer right away, the don released her boob and smacked her again... her big breasts flopping around when her body was jolted by the slap.
With his hand still tightly gripping Carmen’s arm so she didn’t lose her feet, the don asked her again.
This time... with moist eyes and trembling lips... Carmen quickly pointed to the bedroom just off the living room to their left.
Sam had barely regained his breath, and started to protest again, but the don’s enforcer punched him again... then threw him bodily into the overstuffed chair in the living room, directly across from the door to the master bedroom.
Mr. Rosati sneered savagely at Sam, as he maneuvered Carmen toward the open bedroom door... grabbing at her swinging tits and snarling, “Nobody fucks with me.”
The don pulled Carmen into the bedroom... yanked her robe off and tossed it on the floor, then pushed her onto the bed, face-down.
He started to close the door, but then stopped, and decided to leave it open. He grinned cruelly back at Sam... slumped in the chair just outside the bedroom... gasping for air, and physically defeated... then turned his attention back to Carmen, sprawled across the bed on her stomach.
He grabbed her hips with both hands, and pulled her butt up, so that she was on her knees... her legs spread, and her head pushed down into the blanket on the bed. He ripped her panties off and tossed them on the floor next to her robe... leaving her bare ass sticking straight up in the air... her pussy totally exposed, and her large, fleshy boobs squashed beneath her chest.
With a lascivious grin, the don stared at Carmen’s naked snatch... then began running his fingers up and down the pink gash between her pussy lips. After enjoying the view for a few moments... he unceremoniously shoved two fingers from one hand into her vagina, while roughly squeezing her smooth, round ass cheeks with his other hand.
Carmen let out a yelp when Mr. Rosati’s fingers entered her pussy... her surprised gasp muffled by her face pressed into the comforter she was kneeling on... then tried to wriggle away from his grip. But the don grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her face even harder into the mattress... holding her firmly in place, as he continued to slam his fingers in and out of her pink, plush vagina.
Mr. Rosati turned and looked directly at Sam, as he pushed his wife’s legs further apart and positioned her naked ass so that it faced the open door... forcing Sam to watch the don’s thick fingers grinding in and out of his wife’s gaping cunt.
Laughing lewdly, the don said, “Your wife has a beautiful pussy, Sammy... you should be proud.”
After enjoying Sam’s humiliation for a while, the don smiled to himself and turned his attention back to Sam’s wife, mumbling, “Holy shit, Carmen... you’re dripping wet.... damn, your cunt feels good.”
Whimpering into the mattress... and grunting from the force of the don’s thrusting fingers... Carmen couldn’t understand why, but she had to admit it... he was right. She was completely wet... her vagina making wet, sloshy sounds as he held her down on the bed and finger-blasted her pussy from behind.
After a few minutes, Mr. Rosati pulled his fingers out of Carmen’s drenched snatch, and used that hand to unzip his pants. He reached in, pulled out his already rock-hard cock... stroked it a few times... then released it and grabbed Carmen’s hips with both hands... pulling her closer to him, so that she was kneeling on the very edge of the bed... her bald, drenched pussy still sticking straight up in the air, and totally vulnerable to whatever he had planned.
With a cruel grin on his face, he stepped between her spread legs, held her hip with one hand, then grabbed his long, stiff hard-on with his other hand and crammed it into her from behind... slamming his thick erection all the way inside her with one massive push.
With her face still pressed into the covers, Carmen let out a muffled groan as the don’s huge prick slid all the way inside her pussy. She could feel his dangling nut sack banging against her clitoris... again and again... as he began enthusiastically pounding his thick, rigid pole in and out of her twat.
Mr. Rosati grunted with every powerful lunge... grinning at Sam’s defeated face, and roughly slapping Carmen’s ass cheeks... while relishing the way the walls of her wet cunt hugged the shaft of his engorged hard-on.
With one hand entwined in Carmen’s hair, he pulled her head back... lifting her chest off the bed, so that her heavy breasts were flailing around beneath her. They made a rhythmic clapping sound... banging into each other... over and over... as he continued to rail her cunt from behind like a jackhammer.
The don kept hold of her hair with one hand... firmly pulling her head backwards into every one of his forward thrusts... then used the other hand to grab her swinging tits... roughly squeezing and slapping her boobs, and pinching her stiff nipples... as he continued to slam his raging boner in and out of her slippery vagina.
Carmen suddenly let out a yelp... caught totally by surprise... as an intense, leg-shaking orgasm crashed through her entire body... causing her to mumble incoherently in between grunts, as Mr. Rosati continued to hammer away between her legs.
“Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... uhn... uhn... uhn... ooooooohhhhhhh... holy shit... uhn... uhn... what the fuck... oh, my God... aaaaaaahhhhhhhh... aaaaaahhhhhhhh... are you fucking kidding me... aaaaahhhhhhhh... uhn... uhn... uhn...”
The don laughed when he heard Carmen’s climax, but didn’t slow down to let her enjoy it... he just kept pounding away, as he looked over at Sam and taunted, “You see that, Sam? She just fucking came... damn, this is one sweet pussy... and these tits are fucking incredible.”
Turning his attention back to Carmen, Mr. Rosati kept plowing his dick in and out of her sloppy wet cunt for a few more minutes... then stopped... pulled his stiff erection out of her pussy, and used his hand in her hair to spin her around so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed facing him.
Standing between her knees, the don chuckled as he grabbed the shaft of his slimy hard-on, and slapped Carmen’s face with it.
After smacking her cheeks with his rigid cock several times, Mr. Rosati laughed... then growled, “Open up”... and shoved his engorged dick into Carmen’s mouth. He began rocking his hips back and forth... slamming the head of his prick against the back of her throat, while he used his hand entwined in her hair to keep her head in place, mumbling, “Yeah... suck it... hmmmmmm... that’s right... just like that... damn, you’re good at this.”
Carmen struggled not to choke... which Mr. Rosati seemed to enjoy... as she bobbed her head back and forth on his throbbing boner and used one hand to stroke the shaft of his cock, while using the other one to massage and fondle his dangling nutsack.
With one hand still gripping the back of her head, and the other one squeezing and slapping her swaying boobs, the don stared at Sam and murmured, “Holy fuck, Sam... she’s got a great mouth, too... when was the last time you got a blowjob?”
Sitting slumped over in his chair... under Joey’s watchful eye... Sam looked on with a desolate, shattered look on his face... sick to his stomach, but unable to look away... as the mob boss he did business with fucked the shit out of his wife.
After enjoying Carmen’s warm, wet mouth sliding up and down on his rigid pole for a few minutes, the don released his grip on her hair, and roughly pushed her, so that she flopped backwards onto the bed... her heavy breasts bouncing around... then flattening a little, as they settled on her chest.
With his eyes locked on Carmen’s jiggling tits, Mr. Rosati grabbed her thighs... one in each hand... spread her legs wide... then moved closer to her crotch, and said, “Go ahead, Carmen... put me in.”
With a muffled whimper, Carmen reached between her legs and found his pulsating cock, and lined up the head with her sodden pussy opening.
Mr. Rosati chuckled, and said, “Yeah... that’s perfect”, then slammed his hips forward... plowing his throbbing boner into her dripping wet vagina.
Carmen let out a guttural moan when the don entered her, which quickly became rhythmic grunts, as he railed his huge hard-on in and out of her pussy like a cudgel.... over and over and over... leaving her almost breathless as he pounded away between her legs.
She was surprised again when another orgasm quickly built between her legs... then erupted in a cacophony of erotic sensations... causing her to let out a squeal... followed by more groans and mumbled expletives... as another intense, leg-shaking climax ripped through her entire body... leaving her trembling and gasping for air.
“Wha.... oh, shit... oooooooohhhhhhhh... holy fuck... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... what are you doing to me... aaaaaahhhhhhh... goddamn, where’d that come from... aaaaaahhhhhh.... oh, my God.... hmmmmmmmm...”
The don laughed as Carmen rocked her hips into his forward lunges... grinding her clit against the base of his thick shaft, and creaming all over his stiff boner, as it plowed in and out of her sloppy wet cunt.
He looked over at Sam and sneered, “Did you fucking see that, Sammy? She just came again... my God, I love this woman.”
Chuckling to himself, the don picked up the pace... pumping his rigid pole harder and harder into Carmen’s dripping snatch.
After a few minutes, he suddenly let out a grunt, and pulled his stiff erection out of Carmen’s pussy. He grabbed the shaft of his throbbing dick, and... with his eyes darting back and forth between Sam’s sullen face and Carmen’s wobbling tits... jerked himself off... spewing rope after rope of warm, creamy jizzm all over her stomach and boobs.... even getting some on her face and in her hair.
“Uhn... uhn... my God, that feels good... uhn... uhn... holy shit, Carmen... I haven’t cum that much in years... uhn... uhn... uhn... damn, you’re fucking incredible.”
After enjoying his intense climax, Mr. Rosati shoved his still hard prick back into Carmen’s pussy, and continued sliding it back and forth... enjoying his fading orgasm, while emptying his nutsack deep inside her drenched cunt.
When he was finally done cumming, he pulled his cock out of Carmen’s snatch, and told her to sit up and clean him off. Carmen did as she was told... sucking and stroking his still semi-hard erection... then pulling out the last few drops of cum, and licking them off the tip of his prick with her tongue.
When she was finished, the don pulled his spent penis from her mouth, and walked back into the living room with his glistening dick hanging out of his unzipped pants and banging against his thighs.
Mr. Rosati walked over to where Sam sat in the chair... totally beaten and cuckolded. He stood there with his softening prick dangling between his legs for a few seconds... then smirked, as he slowly tucked his cock back into his pants, and pulled up the zipper.
As he tucked in his shirt, the don glanced back into the bedroom, where Carmen was climbing off the bed. She bent over to pick up her robe from the floor... her heavy breasts falling away from her chest and swaying loosely back and forth... making the don grin in appreciation.
Carmen pulled on the robe... but left it open... as she stumbled back into the living room on wobbly legs.
Mr. Rosati looked back at Sam and gloated, “Gotta admit, Sammy... your wife has the nicest set of tits in Vegas.
Sam was distraught... he’d suffered a painful beating, and then was forced to watch a mob boss fuck his wife on their bed... he raised his moist eyes to meet the don’s, and mumbled, "Why not just kill me?”
Mr. Rosati chuckled and said, “No, Sam... you’re an important part of my business here in Vegas. Your wife just got a little too full of herself.”
The don turned to look at Carmen... her eyes moist with tears, and her robe hanging open... with gobs of cum splattered across her exposed boobs and pretty face.
With his eyes darting between her swaying tits and her bald pussy, the don snickered, and said to her, “If you decide you want more of that, you know how to get a hold of me.”
Carmen stared at the floor and didn’t respond, as Mr. Rosati and his associate turned and headed down the hall toward the front door to let themselves out.
After they were gone, Carmen took a shower, put on a new pair of panties and plopped down on the couch... watching whatever was on TV with a somewhat vacant look on her face. Sam washed up and joined her in the living room... the two of them trying to carry on like everything was normal... what else could they do?
The following week, while Sam was at one of Mr. Rosati’s construction sites working with his crew of cement mixers, Carmen picked up the phone and dialed a number.
When her call was answered, she said, “Hey, don Rosati... it’s me...”