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“So, this talk of marriage, were you in earnest? I mean, we barely met, after all,” I inquired of Vittoria as we showered together now.
“Si, signor. We’re locked down together for a good while now, but that’s for the best. By the time that it’s done, you’ll wonder what you ever did without me. Trust me on that, Signor Anton Mancini,” Vittoria assured me with a steamy French kiss now.
“Vittoria Mancini has a nice ring to it, no doubt of that. But you’re sure that you’re fine with marriage to a lecherous American?” I teased her a bit now.
“Si, mio amore! You’re no more lecherous than Italian men, trust me, and if I can handle that with them, I can with you as well. There’s nothing wrong with lechery, as long as you’re honest and don’t neglect any of your lovers, of course,” Vittoria asserted rather convincingly.
“Least of all you, that is,” I winked at my new Italian lover, who winked back before kneeling to take me in her mouth.
“And to think that my cock was just up your ass, no less!” I pointed out, not that I expected any revulsion by now.
“So what? I clean out often with just this sort of activity in mind, my love. Look, I was born to be your wife, signor. It was just always meant to be. How about it? Want a very amorous, very passionate Italian wife or not? Especially one who comes with a mistress, too. Package deal, as they say,” Vittoria urged me to seize my chance with her, something that I wasn’t foolish enough to refuse.
“So, if you’re a package deal, you should probably go ahead and sleep with Evaristo, too. You can be his mistress and my wife, while Fiorenza is my mistress and his wife. There’s a good symmetry there, I think. I just want to put my bun in your oven before he gets the chance, of course,” I laughed as I pulled my blonde Italian cutie up for another steamy shower kiss.
“I love the way that you think, but what is ‘bun in the oven,’ lover?” Vittoria reminded me that not all foreigners knew American euphemisms.
“It’s ... a euphemism ... for a baby in the womb, fetus, embryo. I meant that I want to impregnate you before he can, babe,” I explained, getting a very wide grin from her now.
“You want to see me swell up with your seed, si? You want to see my bambino fill up my belly and stretch it. That would be the ultimate proof that I’m yours, ahead of Evaristo and anyone else. Si, I would like this, too! I would love to see the looks on everyone’s faces when they realize that I’m having your baby! And this child would be an American, si? If the father is an American, that is?” Vittoria asked me as I eased into her twat from behind in the shower.
“It’s a lot easier if we’re married, but yes, if I claim the child, it’s an American, a citizen of the United States at birth. With marriage would come the presumption of paternity, of course, the default setting, no need to prove it, you know. And a wife who shares me with her sister? That’s basically my dream marriage, if I’m being honest here,” I remarked while plowing Vittoria’s luscious and soaked cunt from the back.
“Signor, you have no idea how right you are about me! I will be the best wife ever to you! Coffee and breakfast every morning, lunch served whenever you wish it, supper the same, my entire body and soul devoted to your happiness and joy! Just please ... don’t ask me to do a regular day job, signor! I would rather focus on you! I do some work of some kind, yes, but not an ordinary job. I am ... cam girl, you see! As in ... sexy webcam, you know. Pays the bills without having to slave away! I can be more relaxed ... and always a bit horny for you!” Vittoria clarified to me that she was a professional cam girl, a sex worker, no doubt nervous about my response.
“Well, that makes you available to me more than you would be. Is ... Fi ... a cam girl, too?” I asked Vittoria while fondling her olive-skinned buttocks and ramming deeper inside her.
“Fiorenza, a cam girl? I wish! She was for a time, but Evaristo got jealous! So now she works at the airport, or she did before she was furloughed. Not much need for shuttle bus drivers now, is there? Maybe we can get her back into it, si?” Vittoria snickered.
“Okay, Evaristo is gonna need to change his attitude, or he doesn’t get any of this! I don’t intend to share you with a man who refuses to share his wife in turn. That kind of pettiness is stupid! He needs to get with the program, or I’ll just fuck Fi on the side, anyway, and exclude him from the in-law action!” I chuckled as I enjoyed how dripping wet my fiancee’s gash really was by now.
“Or she can leave him, even! No need to include him at all if that’s his position, si?” Vittoria now really put her back into it, pushing back at me with her lovely hips and buns, of course.
“Si, signorina!” I responded in Italian, making her giggle as I plundered her body with deep and powerful strokes.
“He will probably just go for the priesthood after all. Maybe that’s for the best. Get the marriage annulled, easy enough since it wasn’t done in the Church. We don’t need him, for symmetry or anything else! No more altar boy husbands!” Vittoria laughed before moaning and then creaming herself on my cock at last.
“Probably best, yes. The three of us together work out well enough, if you’re up to that!” I agreed while ravishing Vittoria even harder now.
“My God, my pussy is so ... fucking ready for this! Fill me up! Breed me, you half-Italian, half-Romanian bastard from America! Knock ... me ... up!” Vittoria urged me to fill her belly with my spawn.
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