A New Year to Remember

December 23, 1953

Richard "Dick" Goldman had his secretary's legs up in the air, her thighs muffling the sound of the office Christmas party in the firm's conference room down the hall. He was busy eating out her sweet snatch as she squirmed and squealed beneath him. She lay on his desk while he had his chair pulled up in front of her, his face buried in her patch of pale brown curls, his nose and chin wet with her juices.

She was a beauty, a Marilyn Monroe look-alike in her early twenties who found him attractive. Dick Goldman, a middle-aged married man, a partner at Michelson, Goldman, & Parker with a home in Forest Hills, thinning hair, a bit of a paunch, and spindly legs. She found HIM attractive.

He'd been carrying on an affair with her for over a year, setting her up in an apartment near Columbia University that she decorated with his money. He showered her with gifts, buying her beautiful clothes, jewels, food, and paying for her "extras" like makeup, beautician, and perfume. She continued to work at the firm as a cover and to give her some pin money to spend as she pleased.

The best part? His wife didn't know. He felt so guilty about the affair he also spent an exorbitant amount of money on his wife over the course of the affair: a sable fur coat, diamonds, a huge ruby ring for her birthday, and a trip to Hawaii earlier that year. She didn't question his late nights at the office or why he was absent on Saturday nights. She was still the model housewife - great cook, kept an immaculate house, maintained a beautiful garden, and played the perfect hostess.

Just thinking about his good fortune got him excited. He wagged his face back and forth in secretary's pussy her scent filling up his nose. She let out a squeal that he hoped wasn't heard above the Christmas revelry going on a few doors down. He looked up and her pretty face was flushed, her mouth slightly opened, her eyes closed. Her breasts were the size of grapefruits and still perky, the nipples bright pink and pointing at the ceiling.

When she climaxed, he stood up and undid his fly, pushing his pants and underwear down around his ankles. He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his suit jacket and hurriedly rolled it on as he listened to his secretary pant and admired her glistening pussy hairs. His cock was as hard as a lead pipe as he teased her clit with its head, producing a gasp, her eyes popping open. He poked the head of his cock in and out of her wet cunt. He liked seeing her pussy stretched open and his cock glistening with her juices.

Suddenly he thrust himself inside her and she cried out in surprise. Her pussy was young and tight. It hadn't yet been stretched by a baby's head.

He banged her hard while listening to people laugh, sing, and talk down the hall and outside his office door. He locked the door but anyone could be looking for him and ready to knock on his door to find him. He imagined his partners catching him banging his secretary and he nearly climaxed. They all lusted after her and were unaware he was fucking her almost daily.

He looked down at her. She was biting her lip, her eyes scrunched up, and making breathless grunting noises. Her tits were bouncing like basketballs, the nipples still hard and pointy. He leaned down to kiss her while grinding his pelvis against her pink bud. She groaned and her fingers clawed at the back of his head.

When he made to pull back, she bit his lower lip, just a love bite and he kissed her again, slipping his tongue between her wet red lips.

Luckily he was still lip-locked with her when she climaxed because she let out a squeal that would have been heard out in the hall. Afterwards she made little whimpering sounds as he fucked her hard, his cock popping in her wet slit.

With a growl, he climaxed his cock filling the tip of his condom. Sated, he pulled out of her, careful to hang onto the full condom. He bent over to kiss each of her nipples, producing a squeal of delight out of her, and then catching her mouth. She grabbed the back of his head, not wanting to let him go.

He finally loosened her grip and stood up. He looked down at his now droopy cock and the filled condom and said, "I have to get rid of this. You better get dressed."

He stepped back and carefully removed the condom, tying the end in a knot before pulling up his pants. Holding the waist of his unzipped pants, he hurried to his private bath to flush the condom and wash up.

He closed the door, threw the condom in the toilet and flushed. He looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. His hair was mussed and he had red lipstick smeared all around his mouth. He made quick work of washing his cock. It wouldn't do to get home only to have his cock reeking of pussy. Satisfied, he went to work on his face, washing off the lipstick, the pussy juice from his nose, and then straightening his hair.

He sniffed his shirt. It smelled faintly of sweat with a hint of his secretary's perfume. There wasn't much he could do about that. He'd tell Lucia he was hugged by some of the women in the office. She'd buy it.

He fixed his clothes and returned to his office. His secretary was fully dressed, her makeup freshened, her hair brushed back in place. She sailed past him, asking if it was okay for her to use the bathroom. He told her through the closing door that he'd see her back at the party.

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December 31, 1953

Lucia Goldman sipped on her third vodka martini of the night, the olives speared on a red plastic toothpick bumping against her nose. She liked to leave the olives for last so she could suck the taste of vodka and vermouth off of them before eating them.

She was drinking to deaden the pain. Her husband Richard, aptly nicknamed Dick, announced he was leaving her earlier that day just in time for the New Year. She felt foolish for turning up alone at the Cummings New Year's Eve party but she promised she would be there and Dick said he wasn't going.

She dolled herself up for the occasion in a black satin dress with a fitted bodice and full skirt that swayed like a bell when she walked. She wore last year's Christmas gift from Dick, a diamond necklace and earring set. An anniversary gift, a diamond bracelet, dangled from her right wrist. She was a pretty woman with her dark short hair styled in loose curls. After getting the cut she was told she resembled actress Gina Lollabrigida in the new movie Beat the Devil with Humphrey Bogart.

Herb Cole, one of her husband's colleagues, started flirting with her and she smiled and nodded her head when appropriate but with a constant eye out for an escape route. There was a good reason why his wife Evelyn divorced him. He was a boozing womanizer. She breathed a sigh of relief when Tony Russo entered the Cummings' living room with a sack full of liquid refreshments. While Herb was distracted, she slipped away into the kitchen to freshen her drink and hide.

With a new vodka martini in hand, she watched Tony talk to a group of guests by the fireplace. He was a handsome man, about six years her senior, with dark hair touched at the temples with iron gray and piercing dark eyes. It was evident he loved the outdoors, his skin weathered but pleasantly so. He had amazingly sensuous lips, kissable lips. He looked smart in a simple tux with satin lapels, a white shirt, and black tie. Herb spotted her and she went through the kitchen to another hallway that would take her back to the living room.

She jumped when a hand touched her arm and a woman's voice asked, "Where's Dick tonight?"

Lucia smiled. "Sorry, he couldn't make it."

Imogene said, "Awww, poor guy. I heard there is some bug going around. Hope he is better soon."

"I'll tell him you asked about him."

Lucia lifted her glass as if in a toast and continued on her way. She was in no mood to tell gossiping Imogene Parker that her husband left her for another woman.

She slipped into the Tony Russo group near the fireplace and pretended she'd been there all along. She was relieved to see Herb sideline Imogene, who was out of her element with a boozing womanizer. Lucia smiled, sometimes people got what they deserved.

She looked around at the guests and wondered how many knew Dick was leaving her and had a mistress on the side. She was betting most of the men did. They were colleagues, golfing buddies, and clients. Dick was an attorney specializing in wills, trusts, and probates. He probably prepared the wills for most of the men in the room along with some of the women.

She didn't realize Tony stopped talking about the latest act performing at his club until he asked her, "Can I get you a refill?" He nodded towards her empty glass.

Tony was a former attorney at the same law firm where Dick was a partner. He decided to chuck his law practice to buy a nightclub and rub elbows with famous singers and comedians. He bought and refurbished The Big Top. It was currently one of New York's most popular nightclubs. The famous weren't only on the stage, the club was frequented by famous people from Frank Sinatra to author Truman Capote. Despite his close brush with fame, Tony never forgot his friends in Queens often accepting party invitations.

She said, "Sure. I'm too chicken to go to the kitchen to do it myself because Herb Cole might catch me."

She followed close behind as he wove his way through the sea of party guests.

"Is Herb being a nuisance again?"

As they entered the kitchen she said, "Does he ever stop?"

That got a chuckle out of Tony as he expertly prepared her vodka martini. He was going to add only one olive but she asked for three.

"Ah, a hoarder I see."

Smiling she said, "No, just a drunken olive lover."

He poured himself a glass of 7Up and leaned back against the counter. The kitchen was quiet compared to the constant hum of people talking in the next room. Nat King Cole was singing "Pretend", which could be her theme song for the night.

"So where's Dick tonight?"

She took a sip of the potent martini and said, "The truth? Or the glossed over version I've been telling everyone else tonight?"

She regretted the words as soon as they spilled over her lips. She should have just told him Dick wasn't feeling well and left it at that. Tony circulated in their social circle but he wasn't very close to anyone she knew. He knew everyone, played golf with the guys, and attended their parties but he didn't consider any of them close friends. She was a little surprised he was paying any attention to her.

"The truth." His eyes looked sad and she had the feeling he already knew.

"He left me. Went to be with his mistress. Apparently I don't make him happy." She shrugged. She tried to smile like Nat King Cole encouraged but she felt her eyes well with tears and she looked down at her drink.

Tony lifted her chin to force her to look him in the eyes and said, "Dick is a dick. He'll find out soon enough that for a woman to make you happy you have to make her happy."

A tear slowly made its way down her cheek and she smiled. Then she closed her eyes because she couldn't face the pity she saw in his dark brown eyes. She grabbed the hand that held up her chin and pushed it away. Then she went to the kitchen table to grab a napkin to dab at her tears. She would have to make a trip to the bathroom to fix her face before midnight.

Tony came up behind her and said, "Let's blow this joint. I'll take you somewhere quiet where we can ring in the New Year in peace. How does that sound?"

She sniffled and said, "Tony Russo, are you trying to seduce me?"

She said it jokingly but he took her seriously. A horrified look came over his handsome features as he said, "Oh, goodness no! I didn't mean it like that. I mean somewhere where people don't know us, the lights are turned low, and the music is at a volume where we don't have to shout to be heard."

She took a swipe at her face with another napkin as she said, "Is there such a place, tonight of all nights where we don't need a reservation?"

He gently caressed her bare arm as he said, "I know just the place. The owner knows me so he'll let us in."

His caress produced goose-pimples and sent an electrical charge straight to her nether regions.

She said, "Let me freshen up and get my coat."

He tapped the underside of her chin as he said, "Chin up. I'll meet you outside in front."

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Lucia looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She didn't look too bad. She touched up her eyes and applied a fresh coat of lipstick. She had no idea where the night would lead and she didn't really care. She washed her hands and went in search of her coat.

She wore last year's birthday gift, a full length Russian sable. Dick's gifts over the past hear and a half should have raised some red flags. He was overly generous, spending tens of thousands of dollars on her. He was never that generous before and she should have seen it for what it was - a sign of guilt.

She said good bye to her hostess and before anyone else could stop her she slipped out the front door. The night's cold air took her breath away and she pulled the warm fur closer around her chin. She was grateful for the heavy fur because it kept her toasty warm.

Tony hurried to her side and insisted she grab his arm as he escorted her to his car. It was a new Jaguar XK120, sleek and black like a pouncing panther. He opened the passenger door for her and she slid into the low slung car. She adjusted her coat around her as Tony closed the door and walked around to the driver's side of the car.

He slid in next to her and started the car. The engine purred like a big cat and he shifted into first gear and pulled out of the Cummings' driveway.

In the car's close quarters, she was overwhelmed by Tony's presence. He didn't seem like a big man when she was standing in front of him but in the car he seemed huge. His shoulder butted hers and his arm nudged hers as he shifted gears. He wore a subtle leather/spice scented cologne that was like bottled masculinity.

Perry Como was singing the fast paced "Don't Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes" on the radio. Lucia found herself swaying to the beat of the music.

The Jaguar was fast, hugging the road like a lover, and quiet as it sailed through the night. They drove to Manhattan and the street lights reflected off the glossy black hood like earthbound stars. People stopped to watch the sleek car as it passed, a few pointing. She pretended she was someone famous, an actress or maybe a singer being whisked to her next party.

Tony Bennett was singing "Rags to Riches" on the radio as she asked, "Are we going to The Big Top?"

"Nope. There's a little dive, a hole in the wall, in Chinatown of all places. It's a small place with nice entertainment and a great bartender."

He pulled up to a narrow storefront that looked like it was closed. There were no neon lights, fancy sign, or even lights on in the windows. He pointed at it and said, "That's where we're going."

He pulled into a parking lot across the street and the attendant happily parked the car as they got out and made their way across White Street.

Inside the club was as small as Tony warned. There was a bar along the left side of the club and small tables scattered between the bar and stage. A jazz band played quietly in the background and oil lamps glowed on each table. The owner saw Tony and rushed over, speaking quietly as he shook his hand in greeting before leading them back to a U-shaped corner booth. Lucia slid in on one end and Tony the other.

Tony ordered a bottle of champagne and asked if the kitchen was open. They ended up ordering club sandwiches to go with their champagne.

Lucia asked him why he didn't drink anything at the Cummings' party.

He replied, "New Year's is amateur night and if you don't get in a fight at a party or in a club then you have to worry about getting run over while walking or getting hit while driving. I prefer to keep my wits about me."

She sipped on her champagne as she said, "I should have paced myself at the party. I maybe drink once a week when we'd go out for dinner and then it isn't more than three drinks. Dick walking out on me didn't help."

"Where'd he go?"

"I'm assuming he has an apartment for his mistress and he was going there." She rotated her glass on the cocktail napkin, a nervous habit, as she said, "I feel so stupid because I had no idea. Now looking back I should have known something was wrong over a year ago."

Tony lit a cigarette and asked her if she wanted one. She gladly accepted and leaned across the table so he could light it. She took a long drag on it and let the nicotine calm her frazzled nerves.

Tony said, "I hate to admit I saw him with some floozy at the club one night. I didn't get a chance to talk to him so I don't know her name. They left before the show was over probably to avoid talking to me."

Lucia flicked the ashes off her cigarette into the glass ashtray on their table. She asked, "What did she look like?"

"Blonde, pretty, blue eyes, nice figure, vacuous. She didn't strike me as some mental giant. She was young, probably in her early twenties. Giggled at everything Dick said."

Lucia shook the hand holding her cigarette as she said, "I think I know who she is. Your description sounds like his secretary at the law firm. First thing I noticed were her great pair of lungs." She held her hands out in front of her chest to indicate huge tits. "Second thing I noticed was her annoying voice. She tries to look and sound like Marilyn Monroe but comes off sounding like a cartoon character with a high pitched, breathless voice."

Tony laughed. "Yeah, she styles her hair like Marilyn. I guess I need to see more movies because I couldn't think of who she was trying to mimic with her look and mannerisms. It didn't help that she did it so a poorly."

He took a long drag on his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of blue smoke as he asked, "And Dick really left YOU for her?"

"Looks that way. I guess I should have played dumb, giggled a lot, and dressed like a two-bit whore."

"Some men like stupid women because they think they make them look smarter. They only want their men friends to challenge their mind and to discuss heavy topics. To them women are decorations, something to hang on their arm or show off to friends at a party. Unfortunately I see it all the time at my club."

Their waitress checked to see if they needed anything else and they sent her on her way. When the waitress walked away Lucia asked, "What about you? You're single. I've seen you with beautiful women on your arm. Walk kind of woman do you like?"

He lit another cigarette and said, "Me? I like a woman who is intelligent. Someone who can hold her own in a conversation. Smart women are sexy. Unfortunately most of them are married. I amuse myself with some of the dimmer girls but I'd never marry one of them."

She asked him for another cigarette and he opened his cigarette case for her. Then he lit her cigarette with his lighter.

She blew out a plume of smoke and asked, "You've never been married, right?" When he shook his head she asked, "Is it because you don't want to marry or because you haven't found Miss Right?"

He laid his arm over the back of the booth and his right hand brushed against her back. It made her shiver from her head to her heels.

"I wasn't interested in marriage for many years. I think because I never found the right lady. Now when I am seriously looking I've discovered all the smart ladies are taken."

Lucia took a sip of her champagne before saying, "Did I ever tell you I have a bachelor's degree in fine arts? Finally got to Paris after the war. Dick didn't go with me. When I was in school, I dreamed of working at an art museum or maybe an art gallery. I love to paint but I don't think I have the talent to make it big."

"Really? I'd love to go to an art museum with you sometime just to hear your take on things."

She smiled at him through the smoke of her cigarette. "That could be easily arranged."

"I'm serious. We will have to make it a date. What are you doing on Saturday?"

She flicked the ashes off her cigarette. "I don't have anything planned."

"Why don't I pick you up at...what about 11:00...and we can go to the Met."

"Sure. I'd love to go."

He smiled and said, "It's a date then."

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Tony leaned over and gave Lucia a chaste kiss on the lips when the clock struck midnight. Her lips were soft, slightly moist, and tasty - a combination of her lipstick and the champagne she'd been drinking. She also smelled good, something fresh and flowery like lilies of the valley. Before kissing her, he snuck a peek at her cleavage. She had melon size breasts that bulged over the top of her low cut neckline. The pretty diamond necklace was a feeble attempt to distract from the jewels down below. He wondered if her nipples tasted as sweet as her lips. Their kiss deepened and she slipped her tongue into his mouth making him groan. Afterwards he refilled their glasses from the half empty bottle of champagne.

The club started emptying out but they stayed to talk while the jazz band played in the background. He couldn't understand why Dick left her. She was charming, witty, and smart. And she was definitely easy on the ol' peepers. She had a full juicy figure, better stacked than Dick's Marilyn wannabe, but Lucia had style and grace, something Dick's mistress sorely lacked.

Maybe the grace and style came with maturity. While Dick's side piece was in her early twenties, probably young enough to be his daughter, Lucia was in her mid-thirties. He did the math when she talked about her college years and she had to be about thirty-five. He was surprised she and Dick never had any children but he was too chicken to ask about it. Maybe that's why Dick left her. Maybe she was barren. Looking at her, seeing her subtle flirtatious nature, she definitely wasn't frigid.

At 2:00 the jazz band finished their final set and left the stage. The rest of the customers gradually trickled out and Tony and Lucia soon followed.

He drove her home. She lived in a large brick Federal style home on a beautifully landscaped lot in Forest Hills in Queens not far from the Cummings. The neighborhood was filled with similar five to eight bedroom brick and stucco homes on tree-lined streets owned by accountants, lawyers, and doctors. He walked her to the door, the interior dark and waited for her to go inside. She was about to close the front door when she asked, "Care for a cup of coffee?"

"Sure."

The front door opened into a spacious living room with a marble fireplace. The furnishings were classic in style, a blend of newer upholstered pieces and lovely antiques. The living room was done in gold, burgundy, and mossy green. It looked elegant, classy, much like the lady herself.

She turned on some lamps and he followed her into the dining room where she turned on a lamp on the sideboard. It lit their way to the kitchen where she turned on the harsh overhead light. They both blinked as their eyes adjusted to the bright light.

She draped her sable coat over a kitchen chair and he did the same with his overcoat. He stood, watching her as she filled the basket in an electric percolator with coffee. While the coffee bubbled and brewed, she got cream and sugar out along with a couple of cups and spoons. She set it up on the kitchen table and grabbed a Christmas cookie tin and set it in the middle of the table. When the coffee was done she unplugged the pot and brought the whole thing over to the table. She poured them each a cup.

He mixed cream and sugar in his while she took hers slightly lightened with cream. He grabbed a cookie, a prettily decorated gingerbread man. He said, "This is the first time I have ever been in your house. It's lovely."

The dining room continued the classic décor and gold, burgundy, and green color scheme but the kitchen was more playful with white cabinets and a white ceramic tile backsplash with brightly colored canisters, tablecloth and curtains, and dishes. The colors were gayer than the other rooms in red, yellow, green, and blue.

"And Dick not only left you but he left this magnificent house too?"

"I guess so. Maybe his mistress lives closer to his office."

He bit off the head of the gingerbread man and said, "Great cookie. Did you bake them?"

She grabbed Christmas tree shaped sugar cookie. "I don't have much else to do. I do most of the cooking. I have someone come in a few times a week to clean and do laundry."

After cannibalizing the gingerbread man he grabbed a jelly filled thumbprint cookie and took a bite. He asked, "So you're a good cook too?"

"I like to think so. Never had anyone complain. Even learned to prepare dishes other than Italian."

He took a sip of coffee before saying, "I have to go to mama's for a great Italian homemade meal. I like a few Italian restaurants but they can't beat homemade authentic Italian cooking."

She put down her coffee cup and said, "If you ask real nice I could make a pan of lasagna for you or maybe Bistecca alla Fiorentina." She said the last like an Italian would.

"Aah, Lucia Goldman, are you trying to seduce me?" He laughed but was only half joking and mostly hoping.

She laughed. "Maybe. Would that be so bad?"

He put the last of his cookie into his mouth and nearly spit it out. He wasn't expecting that answer. Slightly flustered he said, "No, not at all. Be warned, I'd be an easy victim." He said it with a lighthearted chuckle.

They drank another cup of coffee in silence. Tony tried another cookie, a chewy Italian sugar cookie flavored with anise. It was delicious.

When they finished their coffee Lucia stood up and said, "I guess we should call it a night."

He stood up and grabbed another Italian Christmas cookie. He held it up and said, "These are wonderful."

She smiled and thanked him. He stuck the entire cookie in his mouth and grabbed his coat. She walked him to the front door where he shrugged on his coat. He was about to open the door when she grabbed his arm and stood up on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips. She said, "Thank you for helping me start 1954 off on a positive note. I truly appreciate it. Lord knows how badly I needed it."

He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss back and said,"You are more than welcome, dear lady. I'll pick you up at 11:00 on Saturday morning."

She rubbed his arm and it felt like she hit a lever that pumped up his cock. She was so pretty, vibrant, sexy and he hated to walk away.

She said, "See you then."

He thought what the hell as he swept her into his arms and gave her a proper kiss.

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Lucia nearly collapsed in his arms. That kiss took her breath away and most of her strength with it. Her body felt limp, her inhibitions gone. When he pulled away from her, a grin on his handsome face, she lost all her senses and grabbed his hand. She heard him shut the front door as she led him up the stairs.

She took him into the guest room. She didn't want him to share the same bed where she last had sex with her husband. Not that she felt any guilt but because she didn't want her memories of the night to be sullied by her husband's lingering spirit.

When they entered the room, he looked around and realized it wasn't her bedroom. He smiled at her as he took off his overcoat and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips and felt him kiss her back. She slid her hand between them and touched the fly of his trousers, her fingers following the outline of his sizable erection. He groaned against her lips and she gently stroked his length.

She whispered, "Do you have a condom?"

He kissed her neck and she shivered with anticipation. His voice breathless, he said, "I do believe I do."

They parted then to undress. He rummaged through his wallet, looking in the plastic sleeves behind photos until he found a condom packet. He pulled it out, held it up like a prize and set it down on one of the bedside tables.

She was nearly undressed at that point and suddenly felt self-conscious. She was down to her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. He looked at her like a wolf eyeing up a tender lamb as he unbuttoned his shirt, his tuxedo jacket hanging on a hook behind the door along with his bowtie. She felt her face redden as she undid her garter straps.

As if he sensed her discomfort he said, "You look stunning," his voice hoarse with lust.

While he hung up his shirt on another hook, she rolled off her stockings and cast them aside. Then she wiggled out of her garter belt. When she looked up at him he was working hastily on his trousers, his shoes kicked off and scattered across the floor. Not wanting to be the last to undress, she quickly removed her bra and then slid down her panties. He was just stepping out of his trousers.

She pulled back the covers on the bed, grateful that she changed the bedding earlier in the day. She and Dick usually had a fight after a party and slept in separate beds. She didn't think that night would be any different and prepared the bed just in case. She slid beneath the down comforter, the sheets cool, soft, and sweet smelling.

Tony soon slid under the covers with her. She felt his erection bump against her thigh and turned onto her side to greet him. They kissed, gently at first, and then with a sudden urgency as she draped her leg over his muscular thigh.

He pulled away from their kiss and whispered, "Damn it! I forgot the condom." He rolled onto his other side and grabbed the condom packet off the bedside table. He nervously ripped it open and removed the flesh covered disc.

Lucia saw his hands shaking and said, "Here, let me do it."

He slipped the condom into her palm and she slid down his body, the covers coming with her. She stopped to admire his cock. It was longer and bigger around than Dick's with thick bulging veins that seemed to pulse and a bright pink head. She held it in her hand and before rolling on the condom; she took the tip in her mouth and gently sucked. She heard him hiss like a steaming kettle as she took him deeper into her mouth.

He groaned as she slid her mouth down its length, taking as much as possible into her mouth. Her lips were tightly wrapped around its girth, her tongue wriggling up and down its underbelly. She made sure it was well lubed as she stroked it with her mouth. He was moaning, his hand touched the back of her head, gently pushing her down onto his cock. She took him deep into her throat, gagging as her saliva drenched the length of his shaft.

His voice was breathless as he moaned, "Mio Dio."

She let go of his hard and throbbing cock with a pop. Before putting the condom on, she gave the tip one last lick and kiss. He groaned, moving his legs in frustration. She put the condom on, leaving a bubble at the tip for his cum then gently rolled it down over his hard shaft.

Before he could make a move, she straddled his hips and used his cock to tease her tingling clit. She closed her eyes as it made contact, gasping as she rubbed it against her. She felt her nipples pop, growing hard in the chill of the room along with the erotic sensation of feeling his hardness against her. She panted as she rubbed herself urgently along his length until her pussy was wet and ready. Then she inserted the head of his cock in the folds of her slit and eased herself down onto him until she had him fully embedded inside her.

They groaned simultaneously as her wet warmth encompassed his hardness. His hands moved to her hips and she started to ride him.

He kept whispering, "Mio Dio," over and over again as she bounced on his cock. While he called on God, his big soft hands were all over her, pulling her ass cheeks apart, running up the length of her back, squeezing and rubbing her breasts.

She stopped her bouncing and ground her pussy against him as she leaned over and positioned her right breast over his mouth. He had his mouth open like a baby bird awaiting breakfast and she lowered her hard nipple between his lips. His hands left her hips to grab her breast. He held it tightly so the tip was bulging over the top of his grip, her nipple hard and tingling. When he started to suck, she let out a deep throated groan and swiveled her hips over his groin.

He suckled like a hungry baby, drawing her nipple into his mouth, clenching it gently between his teeth. She was breathless from the erotic sensations coming from her pussy as well as her breast. She started panting, still undulating like a cobra on his cock.

Tony let go of her aching nipple, giving it one last flick with his tongue before moving on to the other. He was no longer gentle as he vigorously sucked on the hard brown bud, taking the entire tip of her breast into his mouth. She closed her eyes and listened to his lips sucking and smacking and her pussy popping and slurping as she slowly rode his rod.

She moaned as she felt the orgasm build in her womb. It was hot, like ignited oil, as it spread through her groin with an aching urgency. She ignored it and kept riding his cock, her hands braced on the bed on each side of Tony's head. She lifted her head and arched her back, freezing for a moment as it peaked and she let out a cry. Then her body shuddered as the orgasm spread through her body, sapping her strength and leaving behind a sizzling sensation that left her weak.

Tony must have sensed it because he let go of her breast and watched her in the final throes of ecstasy. He smiled at her when she opened her eyes and then with one hand holding onto her ass, his other arm around her shoulders, he flipped her onto her back, his cock still inside her. She let out a little yelp of surprise and he chuckled as he repositioned her on the bed, pulling the pillow beneath her head.

He pushed her thighs further apart and started fucking her like a mad man. He even looked like an animal, his eyes closed, his head lifted as if he were about to howl at the ceiling, his dark hair mussed.

She watched him for a while as his nicely shaped ass bounced over her and his cock speared her hot, wet center. She could hear her pussy with each of his thrusts, her curly dark pubic hairs and inner thighs wet with her cum.

She closed her eyes, letting the hot and sizzling sensations take over. She gasped in surprise as his mouth found hers and he kissed her as if determined to suck the breath out of her. His mouth opened hers and his tongue probed hers playfully, their tongues dueling and ducking one other.

She moaned as she felt another orgasm ignite and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She groaned when he stopped kissing her and he positioned himself upright, looking down at her, his fingers flicking against her hard nipples.

She hummed, her orgasm thrumming through her body like a plucked guitar string. Her pussy ached but in a good way as if it too yearned to be free of the haunting sensation. Then her breath came in quick pants like a bitch in heat as she felt the sensation spread, igniting her entire body, making it tense with anticipation.

Lucia cried out as she felt his fingers rub against her overly sensitive clit and she had a mind numbing orgasm. Her body seemed to lift off the bed, float there for a few seconds before the orgasm ignited all her extremities then dropped, shuddering as if in the throes of death.

She was breathless, her heart racing at what felt like an unhealthy pace. She never experienced anything like it before and feared ever experiencing it again in case it killed her. She gasped when Tony kissed and licked her tender nipples as he continued to pump that hard cock of his into her wet pussy.

He worked his way up, kissing the top of her breasts, his lips hot and moist against her trembling skin. He kissed her shoulder and she sighed as his lips moved closer to her neck. He kissed her neck, gently so he wouldn't leave behind any marks, then he nibbled on her earlobe, making her glad she removed her earrings.

He groaned into her ear, "God, you are amazing." Then with a few jerky thrusts, he climaxed inside her with a growl.

He lay on top of her for a few moments, both breathless, their hearts thumping wildly against each other's breasts. His right hand reached between them and he gripped the condom as he pulled out of her. The filled condom left a trail of her cum across her pussy lips and onto her thigh as he rolled off the bed.

As he removed the condom he said, "Is it okay to flush it?"

She pointed at a door across from the bed and said, "In there."

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The condom knotted, he opened the door to find a gleaming white bathroom that was shared with another bedroom next to it. He dropped the condom in the toilet and pissed after it. His cock still tingled from her wet warmth.

Lucia Caruso Goldman was everything he ever dreamed of in a woman. She had the soft, sumptuous curves like so many Italian women. Her beauty rivaled that of actress Gina Lollobrigida who was considered the most beautiful woman in the world.

He looked in the mirror as he washed his hands. He had to admit he was a handsome devil, tall, athletically built with a full head of black and iron gray hair. He winced when he looked at his chest. His hair there was gray and black too and he hoped she didn't think it made him look too old. Lucia could pass for someone in her late twenties; there was no way he could compete with that. He rolled up a wad of toilet paper and worked at wiping her red lipstick from his mouth. He almost hated to remove any evidence of their coupling.

He dried his hand on a bright white towel and left the room. Flustered, he almost went through the wrong door into the other bedroom. He managed to regain his senses and turned around to slip into the bedroom he vacated.

He was surprised to see Lucia in a thick pink terrycloth robe. She made it look like a sexy peignoir. It was cinched tightly at her waist, her breasts creating a tantalizing bulge at the neckline. She smiled at him. Her makeup was still immaculate but her lipstick was nearly gone, her lips only slightly stained a dark pink. She must have run her fingers through her short curly hair because it wasn't as mussed as it was when he left the room.

She smiled at him as she asked, "Do you have time for a shower?"

He laughed. "Is the Pope Italian?"

Naked, he followed her as she led him out of the bedroom and across the hall. They entered what must have been the master bedroom. It was nearly twice the size of the room they just left with a fireplace at one end and a small sitting area. French doors opened onto the rooftop of a sunroom off the side of the house. In the darkness he could make out a white railing surrounding its edges. The room was decorated in the same color scheme as most of the house but in more muted tones: a softer burgundy, pale mossy green, a light butter color rather than rich gold. It was sumptuously appointed with satin, velvet, glowing brass, and richly carved wood furniture. The floor was carpeted in mossy green pile but there were Oriental rugs beneath the bed and the seating area by the fireplace.

She grabbed his hand and took him into a huge master bath with a claw foot tub large enough for two and a corner shower nearly the size of an elevator. She untied her robe and let it fall to the tile floor, revealing her ripe pink body. He groaned, feeling his dick start to twitch. She giggled, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the shower.

They huddled in the corner until she got the shower running at a comfortable temperature. Then she pulled him beneath its stream and kissed him, her full breasts pushed tightly against his chest. His cock sprung to life, almost making a "boing" sound like something standing quickly at attention in a cartoon.

Lucia giggled as she soaped up her hands and stroked his cock. He closed his eyes as her hands yanked and pulled on his throbbing shaft. She put more soap on her hands and as her left hand stroked him, her right gently cupped his balls and squeezed. He gasped in surprise, opening his eyes to look down at her. She smiled slyly at him, her eyes mischievously glinting from beneath thick lashes.

She hastened her strokes and he felt weak in the knees. The warm water pelted his back but he almost couldn't feel it. His nerves were singing, the heat in his groin their primary source.

He grabbed a towel bar and cried out, "Shit, I'm going to cum."

He nearly fell when he felt her hot mouth encompass his cock, her hand tightly gripping its root. Her lips firmly planted around its girth, she took nearly his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. Her throat constricted around the head of his cock as she gagged and her mouth drowned his cock in her warm saliva. He ventured a peek as her dark head bobbed determinedly in front of his groin.

Still tightly gripping the towel bar, he cried out, his voice echoing in the glass enclosure as he climaxed. He moaned as he felt her hungrily swallow his cum.

When she let go of his cock, he nearly fell to his knees. He had no idea how he was going to follow that up, his mind currently devoid of all thought.

She didn't seem concerned as she grabbed a washcloth and cleaned them both. She hummed some lively tune and it took him a couple of minutes to realize it was Dean Martin's "That's Amore". He laughed as he pulled her to him and kissed her.

The water ran over their faces, down their bodies, its steam rising above their heads as they kissed. Their lips tightly locked together so that no water entered their mouths. He never wanted to let her go.

When they stopped he looked into her pretty brown eyes, now devoid of makeup, and said, "Wouldn't your name sound so much better if it was Lucia Russo?"

She laughed, the sound like pealing bells, as she said, "It sounds much more appealing that Goldman."

Before he could respond, she kissed him again and he felt their fates were sealed.

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December 31, 1980

The townhouse on Manhattan's Upper East Side was humming with activity. Guests were fancily dressed, the women in sequined and beaded gowns, the men in smart looking tuxedos. Gourmet finger food was being served by servants in black uniforms. People milled about the house's great room sitting on every conceivable surface or talking in small groups.

Lucia looked about at her guests. She was sixty years old but still beautiful with a few wrinkles from laugh lines along her dark brown eyes. She looked as stunning as she had back when he encountered her on that fateful night twenty-six years ago. She still wore her hair short, curly and it was still dark thanks to her hairdresser. Her eyes were still bright, a deep brown that was nearly black. Her lashes were thick and dark, her makeup minimal. He thought she was the most gorgeous woman in the room.

He sipped on a glass of champagne as the band started to play "That's Amore". He put the glass down and hurried towards Lucia to ask her to dance. She saw his approach and smiled brightly as she held out her hand. He grabbed it and swung her onto the dance floor.

He looked down at her and said, "Having fun?"

She held him closer, her head pressed against his chest as she said, "I always have fun when I'm with you."

They danced gracefully across the cleared parquet floor as fused on their feet together as they were in bed. Guests paused to watch them as they danced in sync to the playful tune. A few couples stopped dancing just to admire them. They were still an extremely attractive couple, the still tall Tony with his head of iron gray hair, his brown eyes still bright with love for the youthful looking beauty in his arms. Their broad smile contagious, their heads close together as if they shared a private joke.

Halfway through the song they were joined by their daughter Juliana and her current beau and their son Francesco and his young bride. The three couples moved as if their dance was rehearsed, their heads thrown back as they laughed at some inside family joke.

The band, which specialized in old classic songs from the 1950s and ‘60s, started playing Perry Como's "No Other Love". Tony and Lucia continued to dance, closer now, more seriously, her head resting comfortably against his chest.

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Juliana leaned over and said to her brother, "They certainly make a pretty couple, don't they?"

Frankie laughed. "Don't you dare let Dad hear you call him pretty."

Juliana laughed with him as she slid her arm into his and leaned against him. Both of them thinking of childhood memories growing up in the four floor brownstone, their parents madly in love with one another as if they were still newlyweds.

Juliana thought her parents looked like movie stars, her dad in a classic black tux and her mother in a black Grecian style dress with a sweetheart neckline, its satiny fabric in tiny pleats and folds that molded to her curves. Thin rhinestone straps held it up and competed with the diamonds at her throat and ears, the entire upper portion of her body sparkling like a disco globe beneath the room's crystal chandeliers.

When the song finished everyone applauded, not only for the talented band but also their host and hostess on the dance floor.

Juliana held out glasses of champagne for her parents. They were both slightly out of breath but their color was pink, their mouths still smiling. They gulped at the chilled liquid.

Frankie kissed his mother's cheek and said, "You are gorgeous tonight."

She kissed him back, her red lipstick smudged on his cheek. She wiped at it with her thumb as she said, "You are biased but I appreciate the compliment all the same. You're looking pretty dapper yourself."

He did. He was a young version of his father with dark hair carefully coiffed and a square handsome face with dark eyes. His wife stayed close by his side, often hanging onto his arm like an anchor but he didn't seem to mind in the least. Like his father he wore a classic black tuxedo. His redheaded wife wore an emerald green gown that picked up the green in her hazel eyes. Her often wildly styled hair was swept up that night in a classic and timeless twist.

Juliana pushed her brother out of the way and said, "You two still make a stunning couple." She gave her mother a heartfelt hug.

"Oh, sweetie, no need to butter us up. We love you regardless." She hugged her daughter back.

Juliana had her mother's beauty and full figure. She fought with her weight, always insisting she was too fat when in reality she was just right. That night she was in one of her voluptuous phases, unsuccessful at keeping her weight down due to the high calorie-filled holidays. Despite her insecurities, she looked lovely in a black velvet gown with a halter neckline with satin tuxedo-like lapels that ended in a deep front V that showed off her ample cleavage. She was wearing the diamond necklace and earring set that Lucia's first husband had given her. The diamonds sparkled prettily on her ears and swan-like neck.

She asked her mother, "So what is this big announcement you are planning to make? Won't you at least share it with your progeny before midnight?"

Lucia gently caressed her daughter's cheek and said, "Patience, my child, patience. Just don't make any big plans for June, okay?"

Juliana rolled her eyes at her mother and feigned disgust as she went in search of her boyfriend.

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The grandfather clock chimed and with each gong the party guests counted down to midnight. When they counted down to zero everyone yelled, "Happy New Year," and the band segued into "Auld Lang Syne".

Tony took Lucia into his arms and they gently swayed together on the dance floor, feeling as much in love as they had that special night twenty-six years ago.

When the song finished and people were milling about, unsure whether to stay or go, Tony walked up to one of the microphones and tapped on it. Conversations halted and everyone turned towards the band. He waved for Lucia to join him and she hurried over. He put his arm around her shoulders, enjoying the view of her bulging cleavage.

He said, "Sorry to interrupt your merriment but we have an announcement to make."

Someone yelled, "Please don't tell me you two are getting a divorced. That will mean there is no hope for the rest of us to find true love!"

Everyone laughed and Tony said, "No, just the opposite. The two of us are going to renew our vows this June and we hope everyone here can join us in celebrating our twenty-fifth anniversary together."

The group applauded, some whistled, the heckler let out an exaggerated sigh as he wiped his brow. As they left the microphone and the band started playing "Young at Heart", Tony whisked Lucia onto the dance floor, the two of them laughing uproariously as if having heard a hilarious joke.

Tony gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He'd never get over the taste of her lipstick. He dreamed about it, the sweet taste and scent of it.

As they waltzed across the floor, oblivious to everyone else there, he asked, "Any regrets, Mrs. Russo?"

She laughed. "None, Mr. Russo. You are the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Ditto, Mrs. Russo, ditto."

He held her close as they giggled like lovestruck teenagers and glided across the dance floor.