Page 57 of Forgive Me, Father

It felt impulsive, and I couldn’t wait.

Words like fucking on a yacht and enjoying the finer life of Italy left his lips for the next thirty minutes.

I told him about the summer I’d spent in Puglia with my family years ago, how, even now, it remained one of my favorite memories.

By the time we stepped outside, Nico was already waiting at the hotel entrance.We headed straight to the SUV, our bags already stowed neatly in the trunk.

It felt oddly decadent, seeing my suitcase packed without lifting a finger.

But nothing prepared me for what came next.My stomach flipped when I spotted the private jet waiting for us on the runway.It was ours.Just for us.

And it would be my first time flying in one.

The interior was nothing short of stunning, eight caramel-colored leather seats arranged in pairs, four on each side with sleek tables between them.A matching leather couch stretched along the side wall, facing a large flat-screen TV.Toward the back, a polished door, likely the bathroom, hinted at even more luxury.Every accent gleamed in rich, dark wood, warm and immaculate.

My heart thudded as I stepped inside, trying to steady myself.It was all so beautiful, almost unreal.

But even as I took it in, a flicker of irrational jealousy twisted in my chest, the stewardess wastoofriendly with Alfonso, her smile just a bit too familiar.

I wasn’t trying to sound jealous but come on, she must have noticed the ring on his finger.Or mine, for that matter.

The flight to Puglia was going to be a long one.While my husband used the time to catch up on work, I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t ignore the stewardess.She kept glancing at him, making an effort to talk to him at every opportunity, eventouchinghis arm.It was blatant flirting, and yet Alfonso remained completely oblivious to it all.

I bit my lower lip and gave Alfonso that look.I just kept staring at him, he would eventually look at me.

After what felt like eons, he finally glanced my way.

“What?”he mouthed.

I bit my lower lip and rolled my eyes at him.

He just raised his eyebrow at me, making him even sexier than he usually was.

I nudged my head toward the bathroom and stood up.I passed the woman who couldn’t seem to keep her hands off my husband and made sure she saw me heading into the bathroom.

She laughed like a hyena.

I looked back at Alfonso, who was still sitting in his chair.I opened the door to a very posh bathroom.It was hard to believe this was on a plane.The ones we usually flew in only had a little toilet and a basin.

This bathroom was a sanctuary of understated elegance.The walls lined with soft, polished marble, its veining a delicate mix of creams and golds that shimmered in the warm lighting.

Below my feet, smooth, dark wood, adding a touch of warmth to the space.A sleek, modern sink with a polished chrome faucet sat against the wall, complemented by a large, beveled mirror that made the space feel even more expansive.Above it, soft lighting illuminated the room in a gentle, calming glow.

The toilet was tucked discreetly behind a frosted glass partition, offering both privacy and luxury.Plush towels, monogrammed in subtle gold, were neatly folded beside a set of elegant toiletries all arranged with meticulous care.The small, pristine window offered a view of the sky, while an intricately designed towel warmer kept everything at the perfect temperature.

It was an oasis, a world away from the ordinary, where even the smallest details had been crafted to perfection.

The door finally opened, and Alfonso entered.

He locked it and as he turned around, I pushed him against the basin and started unbuckling his belt.

He spoke Italian again and I was tired of reprimanding him.My lips grabbed his and gave him harsh kisses as my fingers were busy unbuttoning his jeans.He smelled delicious as I pulled his jeans over his ass.Which was actually not that hard.

His cock tented his briefs and I went on my knees as I swooped the piece of material down his ass.

Curse words slipped past his lips.I was greedy today, grabbing his shaft and making sure I had a strong grip on the base before placing my mouth over his head.

I devoured him like you would an ice lolly, while grunts and moans escaped my husband’s lips.

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