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get back to his wife. But he was perfectly willing to bring her here to the beachfront villa even with the two women servants here, so he must have some way of keeping secrets. She debated speaking to the servants about it and decided against it. Her high-school French just wouldn’t be up to that kind of effort, and even if the servants spoke English they would certainly tell Marcello, which could lead to unnecessary difficulties. This was something she would have to do some more thinking about. In the meantime, it was still quite enjoyable being the mistress of a virile older man.
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    “My darling…” Marcello said as he closed the bedroom door behind them that evening. His voice was low and husky, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. Felicia simply smiled back at him, tilting her head to one side. She had worn her hair loose tonight, and one long, curling strand of honey-blonde hair fell across her eye. She wasn’t dressed particularly suggestively, but the dress she wore clung here and draped there in such a way as to accentuate the lush curves of her figure even as it covered them up.
    “Yes, my dear Marcello?” she responded coyly. “Is there something that you want?”
    “You know that there is,” he said as he slowly came closer to her. “I want you, you lovely temptress. I want you!” He took her in his arms and pulled her close for a kiss. Felicia dropped all pretense of being coy as she put her own arms around him and kissed back. She felt his hands groping for the zipper to her dress and moaned for him. He turned into a wild man, almost tearing the dress off of her in his lustful haste. Felicia moaned again, but inwardly she was laughing, delighted with herself at being so utterly desirable to such a desirable man. She moved in his arms, helping him to remove the dress, stepping out of it when it finally slid to the floor. Now she was in her bra, panties, stockings and high heels and Marcello’s fingers were deftly unhooking the bra. Whenever he was in a hurry to undress her himself she knew that he was aroused to a fever pitch and on the edge of losing control. She loved having such power.
    Her bra came loose. He yanked it off of her roughly and seized her breasts with both hands, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers, sucking each nipple in turn before crushing her in his arms and kissing her again, his tongue probing between her parted lips. Incredibly aroused herself now, Felicia deftly slid off her panties, then tore open Marcello’s shirt because unbuttoning it would have taken too long. They were like a pair of animals now, and she loved that too.
    They stumbled over to the bed and Marcello pushed her down onto it before letting go of her and stepping back. Felicia writhed on the bed, moaning, as she watched him hastily undress. She kept her legs apart, knowing how much it could inflame him. She still wore her stockings and heels. He kicked aside his briefs and leaped at her, landing short but quickly scrambling up to mount her as she raised her knees and spread them wide. She wrapped her legs around him as he easily penetrated her deeply. He began thrusting wildly, and she moaned again, just as lost in the moment as he was.
    Something banged loudly. She barely noticed, too intent on the feel of Marcello’s body against hers, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of his big, hard cock plowing into her wet and swollen pussy. Then, abruptly, he was gone. She heard him cry out in surprise and protest, then the sound of a blow and a groan.
    “Darling!” she called out, still half blind with her own arousal. “What…?” Then hard, rough hands seized her by her arms and yanked her out of the bed. Two men, clad all in black, including black ski masks hiding everything but their mouths and eyes, stood her up, holding her in place, their feet hooked around her ankles, spreading her legs and keeping them apart. She saw two more men, identically costumed, holding a sagging, gasping Marcello up