14 comments/ 234992 views/ 21 favorites 2000: My Wife's Prey By: gggsss1962 Our frantic year ended with our first Anniversary. It has been incredible how many tings happened after our wedding. First, my father fell ill during our honeymoon, so we had to rush to my hometown and assist him till he died in November. Since my mother passed away five years earlier, we had to disband my parents' place. We bought a summer house in the Danish countryside next to the place where Astrid grew up, and we moved all my family stuff over there. After the move, Denmark experienced its first hurricane since the Viking age, and we went through it. We spent the Millennium Night in Piazza Venezia, the very centre of Rome, dancing in a beautiful small restaurant over there, and then Astrid went back to Denmark to set up our new house and get a job while I was trying to get a posting out of Rome. In February I went to see her. She got pregnant, and immediately after got a bad spontaneous abortion, which asked for an emergency operation and a long degency. Finally in July I went back to Denmark to pick up my bride and take her home in Rome... Not that we felt Rome as our home, living in 50 sqm flat that had also been Karin's place... But we had had enough being separated, and that was all what we had. Until I managed to run away from the Defence General Staff. August the 7th was our first Anniversary. I made Astrid a surprise, taking her out for a four-day surprise tour, meant both to please and relax her after that terrible year we just had. We went to the Chianti hills, in Tuscany. Astrid is an expert in wines, and loves countryside, so I knew she would love it. I knew a small Tuscan villa which was organised as a hotel, and organized our stay there. It was quite a bang. From that holiday, our life together flourished again, and we came back to Rome happy and relaxed, ready for whatever life was going to take to us. That late summer, my youngest aunt, the one living in the flat underneath my cousins Daniele and Lella and who had always been extremely fond of Spain and of Spanish kitchen, organized a Paella Valenciana event for the whole family. A family gathering in Rome basically includes three sisters of my mother's, two married-in uncles, six cousins including Daniele and Lella and their two partners, and of course my wife Astrid and I. If you ask me, we are quite an oddly assorted bunch, but we get along quite nicely and never got a raw since I can remember. I don't enjoy the Paella very much, since I can't stand seafood and I'm not so fond of rice, but I did enjoy the company. All in all, the lunch was a very nice event even if we were short of the Northern branch of the family (the eldest aunt with her son's and grandson's partners and – of course – my own parents). Everybody was in good mood, and there was a lot of joking and talking around the table and up and down the corridor to the kitchen. Astrid's Italian at the time wasn't good enough to allow her a real conversation, but she was studying it hard, and could follow quite a lot, provided I was around to translate for her every now and then. Lella was very friendly, as usual. Easy-going, talkative and a bit childish in her ways, she didn't look in her mid-thirties at all. On occasions, I spotted knowing glances and intimate smiles from her side, but I was used to them; after all, we had been quite intimate until her wedding – in fact, until the wedding morning – and I assumed it was relatively natural. Astrid was the only one, as far as I know, to be aware of our past illicit sexual intimacy, so I didn't worry about it. Lella wore a sleeveless shirt and a knee-high skirt, enhancing her now quite attractive bosom, while my wife sported a silk dark shirt with leather jeans and boots, which enhanced her fresh pretty face and her gorgeous bottom. Lella came closer at a point and pointed out with a smile that Astrid was back in great shape after her recent misadventure; I happily agreed: I was quite proud of her strength, as much as of her look. When we left, we cheered everybody and exchanged hugs and kisses as family does. Only, when it came to Lella I got a fast but purposeful kiss straight on my mouth: fast enough not to look indiscrete, but unmistakably not a brotherly one. I got a bit surprised to feel her tongue on mine for the spur of a second, but before I could react she went over to hug and kiss Astrid. Back in the car, on our way home, my wife was unusually silent. Only once we reached the EUR Lake, she smirked: "Lella is back on the hunting track." I looked at her and saw her typical, dangerous smile. "What do you mean?" "Oh, you know... She looked and behaved sexy, she drank quite a lot of wine, she was very outgoing... And she did everything to capture your eye. Should I also mention the French kiss she gave you?" "Yeah, she took me aback. I didn't expect it at all. In particular, not in front of all the family and of Michele and you. Must have been a mistake." "Hmmm... No mistake, Roberto. And you know that. Maybe you didn't realize it, but she has been after you all day. No, I am determined: she is back on you." I sighed. I wasn't very comfortable with the idea, so I tried to downsize the subject: "You know she's always been a flirt. Don't you think she simply drank a little too much and went slightly over the edge?" "Slightly over the edge?" Astrid looked amused: "She kisses my husband in front of everybody including her own man, and I should oversee it? Come on, I am not a jealous Italian wife, but I am not dumb either. She wants you back, and made it pretty clear... But maybe you can't see it because you only see female asses and tank emplacements." That was an old joke between us... According to me, she could see only blossoming trees and drifting birds: "Uh. Well, you might be right. But what can I do about it? Please don't tell me you think I encouraged her..." She smiled, reassuringly: "Don't worry, I am not angry. Nor I am worried either, even if I believe the situation could get quite embarrassing with time if we do nothing about it. No, I think I am just a bit intrigued." "Intrigued?" "I mean, I don't think she is dangerous... But I am not going to allow a chick to roam around my husband without reacting." Yeah, right. Contrary to my previous wife, Astrid never liked Lella much; she liked Daniele and his wife much better. "What do you want me to do?" I asked again, slightly embarrassed. "Nothing, I told you. I will do something... Only I don't know what yet. I will think of something and let you know." Astrid is not a planner. Normally, she reacts out of instinct, which often leads her to interesting solutions... And sometimes to enlarged problems. The pure idea of her being willing to device something wasn't exactly reassuring. I let it go. Lella and her husband were living in another part of Rome, and it may take months before we see them again; I just hoped whatever came through my unpredictable cousin's mind would fade away... And so my wife's purposes. I proved to be wrong in both cases. That night, my wife fucked my brain out. Astrid can be loving and not that sexual for quite a few days, and then unexpectedly turning into a wanton and passionate lover. Before falling asleep at the end of our wild lovemaking, she whispered, "Whatever I will decide to do about your cousin, I will tell you in advance." Lella moved faster. The evening later, when I made it home exhausted from the General Staff after another hell of a day (we were in the midst of the East Timor crisis, and Italy was sending a Joint Task Force of six ships with six Harriers and an airborne battalion to join the Australian-led stabilization force), Astrid grinned at me, announcing we got an invitation from Lella for dinner at their place the coming Friday. "I told you," my wife said with a smirk: "She's back on business as far you're concerned, and she will pursue her prey until she catches it... Or somebody stops her." "I don't like to be the prey." I objected: "I used to be the hunter." "Yeah, yeah, that's what all men say... For sure, I don't like my husband being somebody else's prey." Now, Astrid isn't a jealous type. And she knows all too well I like her far more than Lella or anybody else we know around... Would it be another girl like a neighbour or any plain acquaintance to buzz around me, she would just smilingly warn me to behave. If she was making such a fuss for my cousin's intrusion into our life, it was mainly due to her odd ways and to our long gone illicit relationship. The follow-up skirmish was quite an enjoyable one, as far as I was concerned. The two girls attended the dinner in their most dangerous female-fight attires: Lella was in miniskirt with thigh-high stockings, high heel sandals and a far-too-open white silk shirt, while Astrid came all clad in black, with a sleeveless blouse which enhanced her bare back and tight leggings which ended into her leather black boots. There were just a few months difference in their age, and they were both in great shape, so it was quite a match: Lella's make-up was a bit more vulgar, and Astrid's look was slightly too aggressive, but all in all Michele and I, who were far more relaxed in our clothing, had something nice to look at. Michele was more classic, even wore a tie... I kept more on the sportive side, since I hate to feel strangled by a shirt neck and a tie. But the point is, we were far underdressed compared to our wives. I have to disappoint my few readers now: there was no foursome or wife-swapping then. It was just an evening of teasing and provoking, a pure female power show of force; a continuous, not-so-disguised skirmish between two confident and attractive ladies in their mid-thirties who were measuring their respective strengths. It proved quite amusing for me, since I was perfectly aware of what was going on, and slightly embarrassing for Michele, who had no clue but was not blind at what was taking place in front of him. It started as we sat in the lounge to drink our appetizer, with Lella crossing her legs right in front of me and openly showing her thigh-high band and her lacy thong to both Astrid and me. My wife replied laying on me quite openly and placing her hand on my lap, in a clear gesture of possession. It went on while at the table, with husbands facing the other's wife: the two ladies' feet duelled all night playing with mine. At least once Astrid's boot must have hit Lella's almost unprotected toes quite badly, but my cousin bearded the pain bravely. It peaked after dinner, as we sat again in the lounge for coffee and coffee-killer (an alcohol-heavy digestive), when Lella displaced Astrid by dropping beside me on the couch and asking her husband to look after the drinks. Astrid felt somehow compelled to help the mistreated Michele while Lella leaned heavily on me on the couch, but she called from the kitchen, pointing out that there were neither appropriate glasses nor ice enough... Which pissed my cousin quite enough. When Astrid came with the drinks, she bent in such a way to show off her perfect, black leather-coated ass to both of us... Lella's is slightly oversized, but the difference is highlighted by the fact that Astrid is far taller, slender and long-legged, and our host got my wife's ass pushed barely on her face as she sat too close to me. When Michele came with the coffee he was smiling as usual, but you could read puzzlement on his face. It was barely evident something was going on, but he clearly couldn't put a finger on it, and just looked quite embarrassed. For me it was different: I knew all that show was for me, and I enjoyed it all, even if I disliked the idea of being the girls' prey. Sitting next to Michele, Astrid didn't fall into the trap of reciprocating Lella's behaviour with her husband. She sat properly, crossing her legs with style, and nonchalantly suckled her small finger in one of the most erotic gestures women can do to show they are hot. I started feeling an erection growing inside my trousers, and Lella realized it right away. She couldn't counter Astrid's move by lying ever closer against me, since her husband was looking at her, nor she could tease me with some other show because she was beside me and not in front: her own previous winning move of sitting on my couch was now tricking her. She drank her coffee and stood, claiming something was missing, and asked Astrid to help her... They went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of Limoncello from the fridge and a set of new glasses. I groaned: if the struggle went on too far, I was going to go home with a hangover. After serving the lemon liquor, they swapped position again, with Lella sitting next to her husband... Only, she kicked out a shoe and sat on her bare foot, girlie-style, which made her skirt rose far above decency allows, exposing her stockinged leg almost up to the hip. My cock stirred further. Astrid passed her arm behind my shoulders, hugging me. Again, she was asserting her ownership. Lella casually started caressing her exposed thigh, with a movement her husband couldn't see. Wile doing so, she purposefully liked her lips. I felt Astrid frowning next to me. I expected the conversation, till now absolutely dull and inconsistent with the events I described, to soon turn towards sexual-related items, but I proved wrong. Probably Lella thought it too dangerous with her morally strict husband sitting next to her, or possibly my church-going cousin was simply incapable to talk dirty. We went on talking banalities while the wives skirmish went on. I was tired and horny. My cock hurt and needed release. The two teasers were both fully aware of it, and were smiling knowingly. When Michele went to the kitchen with the empty glasses to look weather the new ice was ready, Astrid just placed her hand on my crotch and smiled to me, like if Lella wasn't there. "Wow, you can't contain yourself anymore, can you?" she giggled in English: "Can you resist till we are at home?" Lella perfectly understood English: she went crimson. "Please wait until you're off," she managed to say, also in English. "Of course my dear," Astrid smiled at her: "I can afford waiting a little, you know..." Lella showed the hit, and I knew the clash was over for the night. I wasn't wrong: once Michele was back, we got a last sip of Limoncello and agreed to call the night. Once more, my cousin's goodnight kiss was far more intimate than it should, and this time she run the risk her husband to notice, since Astrid's to him was quite brief. As soon as we sat in the car, my wife's hand reached back for my cock and felt it through the trousers. "Uh!" she smiled: "You're still hard... I wonder weather your cousin realizes that the only result of all her efforts will be a long, wild night for the two of us!" It proved to be both a long and wild night, and a long and wild morning too. In the end, after I walked our dog and went for fresh croissants at the baker nearby and we made love again after breakfast in bed, Astrid commented on my cousin's attitude: "I have rarely seen a girl so desperate to get laid." "Yeah," I agreed: "She's put on quite a show, yesterday... Can't blame it on the drinks this time. I wonder weather even her naive of a husband noticed something..." "Right. I do hope she's not going to do something very stupid... Something which could embarrass herself really bad, and maybe us too." Astrid looked really thoughtful, thinking it out: "I need to do something before it's too late. Desperate people can really fuck up, and not only themselves... And sexually desperate women can fuck up far more badly than other people, believe me." I groaned, and once again I asked what she was thinking to do. Once again, she answered she was going to tell me before doing anything, once she had sorted it out. The Italian Task Force had reached East Timor, and for the first time ever Italian troops were ashore and in action in a tropical jungle theatre; as a typical Italian nuisance, our Liaison Officer in Canberra was speaking no English but a very good Portuguese "since that was the official language in East Timor", so there was a hell of a lot of problems to deal with the other hemisphere from my office. I was really tired, the Time difference and the Australian accent weren't helping and most of my bosses were quite pissed with the situation. There were a lot of unscheduled issues. For example, the sailors who were sunbathing on the deck of the V-STOL Carrier were getting paid much better than the troops patrolling the jungle, since while the former were operating "off-shore", the latter were ashore in a low-cost country. Our parachutists thought it wasn't funny. As I said, I was tired. So, the telephone call took me a bit off-guard. "Hi Roberto, it's me." "Lella? How the hell did you get my duty phone number?" "I called the number on the Defence website and asked for your name," my cousin giggled: "It took a few minutes, but it worked. Listen, I wanted to apologise for Friday evening. I probably exaggerated, but I was desperate to be with you, and Astrid looked so sexy..." "EHz, no problem for me... It was fun. Actually, I had a very nice evening. I just wondered what was going on." Lella sighed: "Can't we talk to each other? I mean, alone. Without our spouses." There it was. "I don't think it would be a good idea, cousin. I believe the way we went on till now was the best we could do. I can't speak for your husband, but I am loyal to my wife. She knows about the two of us, and whatever you want to talk about, can be said in front of her too." She sobbed: "I thought so. But I can't talk in front of her... It would be far too embarrassing for me...! Try to understand." "Lella, I can see your embarrassment, and I hear your urge. But I can't oversee my loyalty to Astrid either... Not even for you. Can you understand that?" Another sob: "I can. It's part of you being you... And that makes me need you even more badly." "Listen Lella, I have no time now. You probably heard there is an ugly crisis in Timor, and I am badly busy with it right now..." "Timor? Is that somewhere in Africa?" "Yeah, right. Lella, I will talk with Astrid about it and then I'll call you back this afternoon. Okay?" "No, please! Don't tell her. Roberto, please don't humiliate me... I am feeling so bad already!" "Lella, there is no way I am going to see you behind my wife's back. Not knowing how your mind works and in particular not after yesterday night. If you are in troubles, we will not leave you out in the cold... But we need to do it in the proper way." Silence... Then, after one more sob: "Call me at my cell phone. You know the number." I hung up. I breathed hard, and then I called Astrid. She listened carefully, and then said, "Okay, listen. I will talk to her and take an appointment. With you, with me, or with both of us, I don't know yet. But you're right, we do need to talk to her. When you come home this evening, I'll tell you what I sorted out. Trust me." I made it home really late that day. When I arrived, Astrid had the tub ready with foam and relaxing salt crystals for me; I jumped in and she sat close to me, smiling. I even got a glass of wine to sip while enjoying the warm water. I needed it. "I spoke to her." Astrid said, catching my full attention: "She was both surprised and disappointed to hear from me, but I told her it was okay and we needed to talk. She said she was embarrassed about last night, but I told her it was fun as far as we were concerned, and anyway I wasn't going to judge her or her behaviour. I told her I knew about your story together, and again I wasn't judging. I said that if she needed help, she was going to get help. Only, she was going to get it from us both, and not from you alone. From us as a couple, and not just from her former lover. Take it or leave it." 2000: My Wife's Prey She stopped, and I sipped my drink. Till now, Astrid seemed to have done really well. "Then I said, since it seemed to me pretty much a girl's problem, it was probably a good idea she spoke about it to me." I chocked on my wine and looked at my wife. She went on: "Lella argued we don't know each other well enough, and I said it was a good opportunity to do something about it. I added that, as you had been telling everything to me, I was going to tell everything to you, and any confidence she was going to do to me, would be done also to you. She had to think to us as a couple without secrets and not as two individuals to choose between. I believe she liked." I looked at her: "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you are taking quite a responsibility. And what would you do if she just states she want to have sex with me again?" "Well, what would you do if she asks you? You can either do it and get kicked out by me the day after, or not do it and have her broken. Compared to you, at least I have a third option." I looked at her without understanding. Astrid waved my doubts away: "Anyway. She agreed to see me. We will meet for lunch tomorrow in Piazza di Spagna. We will have some girls talk and see what we can sort out. I will call you from the mobile and keep you updated before we decide or do anything. How about that?" I could only smile: "It sounds like a plan. I love you." A smile: "And I love you, hon. Thanks for trusting me: you'll not regret it." Astrid called as I was having a sandwich in the Situation Room. A joint Australian-Italian patrol had been engaged by Indonesian Para-military Muslim extremists along the border, and there had been a hell of a fire fight. A flight of Australian Hornets came in support, and a Medevac helo took three slightly wounded allied soldiers to our ships, together with two OPFOR KIAs. Thank God none of our boys got killed. "We are talking." Astrid told me, briefly as I instructed her to do when calling me at work; "We finished lunch, and we will have a walk through the shopping area. But we are not through yet. Lella is calling home and giving Michele some excuse for not coming home, and I will also tell him something to reassure him that we are really together... So now you know it, in case he should call you for getting confirmed. I don't expect to be home when you arrive... Do you mind to walk the dog? I will call you at home later." "Okay. Talk to you later. Bye, my love." "Bye." I came home and walked our dog. When we came back the phone was calling. "Hallo?" "Hi, it's me. Roberto, I am not coming home this night. I am positive I can bed her in a matter of hours... We are taking a room in a hotel and will spend the night together. I don't think I will be back home before you go to work tomorrow; don't worry: it's just the two of us, no men involved. You can help yourself with the dinner, can't you? I love you. Goodnight." I looked at the phone after she hung up. What the hell did it mean, "I am positive I can bed her"? Astrid had never been for girls... At least up till now. Neither Lella was, as far as I knew. What the hell was going on? I tried to call back, but Astrid's mobile was off. Sure as hell, Michele called me a few minutes later, asking weather I knew what was going on. Clearly, he had no idea of the sexual implication, but he knew the girls were going to sleep downtown together. Was it OK with me, and did I know more about that? Yes, it was OK, since I trusted Astrid and knew she loved hanging around till late in the centre, and no, I knew nothing more about it. That night I went to sleep alone and puzzled, wondering what the coming day was going to take. I walked our dog before going to work, and when I left Astrid wasn't back. She called me in the office late in the morning, saying she was at home and everything went well. She was going to explain me once I was back from work, and she loved me very much. The day went easily through for once, with no further incidents in Timor or elsewhere, as I was devoured by curiosity. When I arrived at home relatively early for once, Astrid was waiting for me with a cold dinner ready on our balcony. She was wearing only a sleeveless shirt and a pair of black knickers, and looked in great spirit. After a welcoming warm kiss, I got raped straight away in a standing position against the entrance door. After that, I was pushed into the bathroom for a quick shower, and when I came out my wife was waiting for me at the table on the balcony, a bottle of wine open and our meal ready. I sat, and got her hot story. Astrid's Story Lella and I met on the Spanish Steps as agreed... Only of course she was about twenty minutes late. I don't know weather that was due to her natural weariness to meet me or to her flat clumsiness; I hate when people aren't on time, and got quite pissed with her. I mean, more pissed than I was already. Once she arrived, I noticed she was far from being at ease; basically, she looked like a wreck of nerves. She didn't put an inch of the care she used two days earlier with her look: faint jeans which only high lightened her oversized bottom, a horrible pink sleeveless shirt and a denim jacket of a different colour of her jeans. Her hair was combed with no care, and she wore no makeup. The only thought thing in her lookout was the high heels sandals she wore: the stupid girl was trying to be as tall as me. "Hi Astrid," she said, her nervousness clearly transpiring from her expression and her voice. "You're late." I said, without smiling: "Problems?" "No, I just... I'm sorry I made you wait." I had paid more attention to my look than her: it was important for what I had in mind. As usual back in those days, I was all in black: short leather jacket, satin shirt, tight jeans and low heels boots. I wore my hair very short, and darkened my colour from my natural middle brown to almost black. Also my makeup was thought of: not sexy, but aggressive, heightening the strong traits of my face and softening the most female ones. Nothing really sexually driven in my look: I just wanted to assert my superiority from the very beginning. It worked: Lella was embarrassed, and her eyes were looking down, more or less to the buckled of my belt. "Doesn't matter. I'm hungry, let's have a bite." She warmed up a bit, raising her eyes: "I know a small place nearby..." "I know and like the restaurant behind the steps," I cut her off: "It looks touristy, but it's not. They have terrific appetizers and a good selection of wines." She blushed: "I don't have much cash with me..." I dismissed her again: "I'll pay. Come." Do you know how to distinguish an expensive and basically fake touristy restaurant from a genuine Italian one in Rome? Easy: at real places, the menu list outside is only in Italian. If the place is also crowded around 13.00 or 20.00, you may be sure the food is good and prices are reasonable. The place I chose is just fifty metres right of the Spanish Steps, just in front of the Embassy of Spain, which gives the name to the square. It's very nice: the place itself is built in an old courtyard and with a few extra rooms from the old buildings surrounding it. In summer there is also an extensive outdoor serving. Being usually October still quite summerish in Rome and being not 13.00 yet, we found a small table outside. Just the time to seat and order half a litre of white Castelli Romani wine, and I hushed her to follow me to the self-service appetizers counter. It's the best item of the place: there is a fresh and wide selection of most central Italy gastronomy, both warm and cold, seafood, meat, cheese and vegetables. If you take a double tour there, you get a cheap, healthy and tasty meal in the best Roman gastronomic tradition. Even being a Roman herself, Lella had no idea of the place. There are few people in the world who are more conservative than the average Roman: they all go to the places they know already, always eat and drink the same, and are weary to try something new. That's why I decided to start from there my deviate cousin re-education. Once we sat back at our table, Lella started: "Astrid, I..." "Eat." I cut her sharply: "First we eat, then we talk. I don't want you to faint in front of me, you are a heap of uncovered nerves... Try these artichokes: they are fantastic." "Err... I know. They are called "alla Romana", Roman Style... Do you know how to..." "Yes, I know to prepare them. But these are better than mine. Are you capable to?" "Why, not really... But my mom is very good at them." It was being easier than I thought. We spoke about food as long as we ate. As I thought, after a second tour of the self-service counter, we were more than full, so I ordered half a bottle of San Giorgio, a Marsala-based liquor I knew they had, and as I expected Lella appreciated it even too much: it was strong and sweet, the typical stuff a woman like her uses to get high with. It was around 13.00, the place was almost full and Lella started feeling a bit more relaxed. It was time to talk business. "Lella, I know the whole story," I started, making her almost choke into her glass of Marsala: "Roberto told me all details, as he usually does... Also including things I would rather not know. He told me both about his point of view and about your own – at least as far as he knows and understands it. I am not sure I fully appreciate all the implications, since I am neither Italian nor Catholic, but I know the facts. I understand the two of you shared a kinky sexual attraction towards each other, the kind which often arises between cousins the same age. Eventually, your attraction ended up in a loose sexual affair which you managed to keep secret to anybody else. I also understand that, due to your environment and education, this affair ended up being the only real pre-marital sexual experience you got. Finally, I understand from Roberto's story that this affair was rather satisfactory for both of you, and while for him it was just one of his many experiences, for you it was the experience, and led you to some - how can I say - very committing statements... Like, "I belong to you, and I always will". Am I correct until now?" All blushed in her face, Lella didn't manage to look at me and preferred to concentrate on her half empty glass, but she nodded sharply. "Well. Then, still according to Roberto's story, your affair ended up – quite appropriately I must say – the very morning of your wedding... And never resumed. True to your wows, you have been a faithful and committed wife since, and never pursuit your cousin again. Is that true?" Again, Lella nodded strongly her agreement. "So. Three years went through. Now you are both married and supposedly happy... And all of a suddenly, you are back on top of him. In a quite shameless way, I'd say. I can't understand how the rest of your family never noticed what is so evident to me, and I'm not the one to stand for the sacrality of wedding wows... But I'm not going to get embarrassed any more by this situation. You hear me?" This time, Lella nodded less strongly... And then gulped down what was left in her glass. I refilled it. "Then, here we are." I finished up: "What happened, Lella? Why are you suddenly giving such a bold and evident try at my husband three years after your last encounter? And, last but not least, what do you expect to get out of it?" I had her flat on the ground. Defenceless. Defeated. Exactly how I wanted her. She inspired deeply and sipped some more Marsala. Then she started: "Astrid, I know it was sinful. I always knew it from the very beginning: our love was a forbidden one. Incest. Something not even to take into consideration as a life-lasting relationship. But I was weak... And Roberto has behaved like any other man, just got what he got offered, and trying not to extend the damage. Because the damage was mostly within my mind and soul, rather than in our bodies. I suppose my hormones tricked me: I needed sex, and Roberto was the only decent guy on my life scene, the only one I both liked and felt confident with and with whom I could do it without anybody knowing it. He turned out being a tremendous and caring lover, and I simply couldn't get enough of him... Even if every time I was with him I promised myself that it was going to be the last one. I knew it had to finish, sooner or later. I knew I had to find my own partner, to get married and have children with. I also knew that, being our one a forbidden thing, I had not to compare other men with Roberto… They didn't fall within the same category, you see? The one was my beloved cousin, my forbidden love... The others were the boys I could freely and dutifully choose between. That's how I lived our affair." I nodded coldly. I noticed the droplet of a tear shining in her brown eyes. "Finally, I sorted out my mind: it was time to build up my family. I had chosen Michele as my partner for good, and knew my sinful youth had to be closed down for good before starting up my new life. That's why I wanted Roberto after eleven years, the night before my wedding: it was in order to close up a stage and to open a completely knew one... Can you understand that?" That one was far more clear. I nodded yes. "Well, I did put Roberto behind me. I did commit myself to Michele with all of my body and all of my soul. And I was so happy for Roberto when he first introduced you to all of us... I swear it, I felt absolutely no jealousy towards you when we met. I was just so happy for him..." "Wonderful," I said flatly: "So, what went wrong?" Lella sobbed, and now her eyes were really swollen and wet: "I supposed it is the oldest story in the world... I think you can call me a... A sexually unhappy wife." Again, I nodded coldly: "This is pretty evident. And do you really think to screw my husband to get the sexual arousal you are short of?" Poor Lella blushed violently at my crudeness. "I... I am sorry. I'm a married woman. I can't just cheat on my husband, I could never do it. But as I said, Roberto falls under a different category... He's not just another man to betray my husband with: he is my beloved cousin. In a way, it wouldn't be like cheating. Not more than kissing my brother!" The sickness of the idea really hit me. That dumb Church-going chick was fucking up her own life and the lives of three other people she cared for, just because she couldn't even consider leaving her dull husband claiming sexual incompatibility! But I fully understood the problem. I went through it. I was a divorced woman when I met Roberto. I divorced because I realized my husband developed into my best friend, and nothing else. I loved and cared for him, but there was no sexual attraction between us any more, and in particular he had no drive for me. So, even if it hurt both of us badly, and shocked our friends and families, I divorced him; allowing both of us a new chance. And my new chance came in due time, when Roberto and I met. I understood the problem all too well... But I was sickened by her idea for a solution. "It's not just that," Lella whispered amongst her sobs: "The point is that, however I claim I shouldn't compare the two of them, Roberto is such a better lover than Michele. My husband can't give me in one year the same pleasure Roberto gave me in one night. He takes me as a prim and proper husband: in our bed, light off, half dressed, always in the same position. Just a fast thing, as prescribed by moral... And not more than twice a month. I suppose it could fit me, should I not know any better. But I do. I know all too well how it is to be taken by a real man, how does it feel to be his woman and getting pleased every time in a different place and way. I know it, and my body fully remembers it..." "Sweetheart," I told her, "However much I appreciate my husband – and I do appreciate him, since I left my home, my job, my friends and family, my own country to follow him a few weeks after meeting him – I must tell you that he is far from unique in the world scene. A lot of man can satisfy you as well as he does... And maybe even better." "I know..." she sobbed, "But another man would mean... Adultery. I told you, Roberto is not just another man, he is my beloved cousin. It is incest, but that is just my sin. Adultery would hit Michele much worse..." I cut her flatly: "That's bullshit. You're just sick in your mind. Your misread religious ideas are fucking yourself up, and your family together with you. I am not a Catholic myself, but I bet any priest of yours would explain you that if you screw Roberto, that would be both Incest and Adultery. Besides, I assume that it would make no difference to Michele to get cuckolded by Roberto or by anybody else." Lella was crying now. Tears were running down her checks, and her shoulders were shaken by strong, painful sobs. "I guess you are right..." she said slowly, without looking at me: "There is more, of course... It is so embarrassing!" I refilled her glass again: "We are here to talk. I'm here to listen, not to judge... Maybe I can ever help you, but I need to know all of it. So, tell me!" Lella sniffed, raising her head and sipping her drink, without looking at me yet: "We want children. We want them from the very beginning, and we know we are both capable. I did get pregnant during our honeymoon, but I lost the child. Nobody knows about it, but that's the reason I physically changed so much... No harm done, I only got scared. I suppose something within me feared it could be Roberto's child, out of our wild night before the wedding, and that's why I miscarried. I know it wasn't the case, but it's just an irrational feeling, and you know how these things go... Anyway, after three years, nothing happened. We do it regularly, I check out carefully my days, but to no avail." "It happens," I said flatly, my mind on my own, bad miscarriage. "I know," she whispered between sobs, still not daring to look at me: "But the same hormones that scream at me that Roberto is such a better sexual mate for me than my own husband, they also tell me he would father the best children with me..." Now I was speechless. Speechless and angry. The problem was much worse than I thought. Not only the dumb chick wanted to screw my husband, she also wanted a child from him! I tried to control my rage. And I tried to think of a solution. Of course I could beat the sick child to a heap of raw meat and drop her to the nearest hospital, but my husband would tell me I am disproportioned in my reactions. And I hate it when he tells me that. I sipped my drink: "Lella, my best advice, this being the situation, would be to get a quiet, painless divorce on the basis of sexual incompatibility. I don't know your law, but I believe it is the best way out. But I assume your religious – better: social and moralistic – conventions prevent you from taking this step. The alternative is to get yourself a lover: a man who can satisfy your sexuality until your hormones quiet down, and maybe help you with a child... Hoping that motherhood will reduce your sex drive and change you into a happy wife and mom. This would be the easiest solution, the one most women in your position would take. But again, I understand the same constraints I mentioned earlier would stop you, even if nobody came to know about your affair... Am I right?" Lella nodded her agreement, still shaken by her sobs. "So we are back to your sick idea to get a lover who, not representing a potential alternative to your present husband, would not trigger a proper Adultery. 2000: My Wife's Prey Bewildered, Lella raised her red eyes for the first time, looked into mine and nodded. "Well, this lover can't be my husband, sweetheart. First of all, because I would never allow this to happen; secondly, this would still represent for you two capital sins, and after the initial relief you would feel even worse." Lella looked at me quizzically. I grinned, quite surprised myself by the direction my own thoughts had taken... Never before had I been thinking of anything like that. "You need a lover who can satisfy your sexual desires and help you getting your babies, without dooming your soul to damnation. A new partner who would not really make you feel like betraying Michele..." Again, Lella was nodding strongly. Her tears had stopped running, and she was looking at me with a light of hope in her still wet eyes. I reached for her hand through the table and held it tightly. "Well, my sweet little sexpot in disguise," I told her with a determined expression and a no-reply-admitted tone of voice, "You and I will experience our own, very small incestuous and adulterous affair. Yes, my dear cousin: I will fuck your little sick brain out of your twisted head... And I am going to do that right now." Lella's jaw fell open. She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it firmly. "But..." she stuttered, "But you... But I don't..." "I know. You are not a lesbian. And believe me, I am not either. I have never been with another woman, and never thought to be... Even though I know my sick husband wouldn't mind me to try. But, as they say, never say never..." Roberto's cousin was speechless. She looked so shocked and surprised by the enormity of my proposal, that she had forgotten to sob. Anyway, it was time to point straight out that mine wasn't a proposal, but rather a one-way decision: I wasn't going to let her any chance to refuse me once I made my intentions clear. I clenched her hand into mine: "Nobody will get hurt, and you will get the release you need so badly... Besides, nobody will ever suspect a thing. It will be our small, dirty secret. Exciting, intriguing, and absolutely harmless. Still sinful, but not nearly as bad as betraying your husband with your own cousin. Plus... Don't forget I am the maximum world expert on Roberto's lovemaking!" My last remark triggered a sudden, short nervous laugh out of her. "So," I pressed the subject hard: "Now I will pay our bill and we will get out of here and look for a hotel where to deepen our relationship... And I swear you, we will deepen it a lot!" Lella winched: "I... I don't know, Astrid... I have never done anything like that. I don't think..." I had to break her now. I went down badly on her, ruthlessly establishing my authority: "There are no way back, woman. This is my offer, take it or leave it. But if you leave it, I will have to protect my own marriage, and I will do it regardless to the damage it is given to you... This includes exposing you to everybody concerned. You got me?" Lella paled. Her lips went dry and her eyes widened with horror: "No! Oh my God, please don't... It would shatter my family and kill me. Astrid, please..." "Right." I grinned, still holding her tight into my hand: "So, be a good girl and stop whining... We are up for a lot of fun, the two of us!" Lella laid in shambles in front of me: defeated, humiliated, and totally surrendered to my will. It was time to exploit the situation. I let go of her hand and took my mobile out. "Call your husband; I'll do the same with mine. Tell him whatever you feel like, but make it clear you are spending the night with me. They can cross-check it with each other to feel sure about it... But the point is, this night they both will sleep alone." I quickly called Roberto at work and updated him. I smiled, thinking of his surprise once I told him all of it... I knew how intriguing it was for him the idea of me having an affair with another girl. I knew he would be okay with it. We would even get a lot of fun in our own bed, talking about what I did... Lella was still talking to Michele when I called off. It was taking far longer than to me to explain her husband, so I leaned in and had him hear my voice, just to reassure him about my presence. We found a show in the centre we wanted to see, and since it ended up very late we were going to sleep over. He shouldn't worry, we were grown up women... I sat back and let her finish up her conversation. There was no "I love you" in the end, just a plain "ciao, ciao"... I paid with my card and off we went through the shopping area. *** I knew I had established my power over my deviate cousin (does such a relationship exist? Anyway...); she wasn't going to resist me anymore, I was pretty sure about it. The missing point was: did I wanted to have sex with her? I wasn't that sure. I've never been for girls. I do like men, and I am pretty confident men like me. I was used to dump used boys, and never got dumped myself (apart from one, very special case). I never thought about women at all... Not as sexual partners I mean. I wasn't disgusted at the idea though. I was just... Indifferent. I didn't find Lella exciting. I could see she was attractive for men, as much as I could see I was, but there wasn't anything arousing for me in her body or in her behaviour. She was quite well proportioned, got a nice scent, had a cute childish face, and a good complexion. Her bum was too large. Her legs had a good shape, even if they were a bit short. Her eyes were really nice and her teeth were clean, which means a lot to me, since I hate if people has a bad breath. All in all, she was above average, in particular considering her age... She wasn't turning my head, and the main thing was I found her quite unnerving. I'd never chose her as my friend. On the other hand... It quite thrilled me feeling the power I had on her. Her submission was kind of exciting. I liked it: it was different. I spent the following hours doing something strange: I wasn't trying to seduce her; there was no need for that. On the other hand, she was so submissive she didn't make any attempt to try to seduce me... Rather, I tried to seduce myself into her. Difficult business. I had no idea how to do that. Basically, I needed to find something sexy in her, something to ignite some sort of passion in me; after all, I offered to satisfy her sexually, and I couldn't do that if I wasn't into it myself. I decided to try the only way I knew: dealing with her like I want a man to deal with me. So, I took her to a wine bar, where we got another drink. I knew she was already tipsy, but I wanted to get a bit loose myself, considering what I had in mind to do... We sat on the high chairs at the desk and chatted along for a while, sipping our drinks and relaxing. I could tell Lella was relaxing for sure: I had forced her into the bar's restrooms and helped her cleaning the mess of her face, then I borrowed her pocket makeup. The result was quite good, and now I wasn't embarrassed to be with her... I started thinking of Lella as my girlfriend... Once we went out of the bar, I passed an arm around her waist, holding her. I was a bit surprised. I felt no resistance on her side: she laid into my embrace without any hesitation. We slowly reached Trevi Fountain. There, we got an ice cream and sat, watching the crowd throwing coins into it... Again I put an arm across her shoulders, and Lella laid into me. It looked like she felt safe with me. I told her she looked pretty. The spraying water was playing with the falling sun, and the light reflected into her eyes and hair, which had exactly the same colour. I told her, and she smiled. "Are you sure you never tried earlier to seduce a woman?" she asked jokingly: "You are pretty good at that, you know..." That pulled kind of a smile on my own lips. In order to fight it, I kissed her. Full on her mouth. My very first gay experience: I kissed a girl I was considering to take into my bed. It wasn't so bad. Our lips caressed each other for a few seconds before parting, and we smiled at each other. "I need you in something better than those loose jeans," I stated: "Come with me." She didn't protest. We walked uphill towards the President Palace, to a place I knew in Via Nazionale. It is quite a good shop with decent prices: I discovered it because it isn't far from Roberto's office, and I happened to shop there any now and then when I went to pick him up. I did to Lella what Roberto likes to do to me: dressing me up pretending I was a model. The spoiled girl loved it, and I had her try most of the things of her size in the shop. In half an hour time we were both giggling and laughing, and the shop assistant was smiling broadly herself. She got a bit disappointed in the end, because we ended up buying just a jeans skirt the same colour of Lella's jacket, knee-high but with a vertical cut which showed her right leg up to her high thigh. I also chose a big belt matching her high heels sandals and a pair of big bijoux earrings. With another touch of my own makeup, Lella looked like a new girl. She wore something of my own taste, and in a way I started feeling her as mine. For sure, she looked sexier... I paid. It wasn't nearly as expensive as Lella thought it would, but I didn't tell her. She was delighted. It was late afternoon. I decided to move on and find a hotel. There is plenty of them in Via Nazionale, and I have quite a good eye to chose them... I worked in the business for many years. I found one. We went in and got a double room. The receptionist asked weather we wanted two beds rather than a matrimonial one, and I shamefully told him that a matrimonial one would fit us better. The man smiled and Lella got purple. I felt quite satisfied by my own naughtiness. We took possession of our love nest, and Lella disappeared into the bathroom for at least half an hour. I used the time calling Roberto and updating him. I also shocked him telling I was going to bed with his cousin, and smiled at the idea of his face. Then I told him my love and hung up. Lella was not out yet, so I banged the door. It worked: she eventually came out and I had to congratulate: she had done a great job with her hair, cleaning and combing it nicely into a fringe and lively curls down to her shoulders. Her skin was clean, and I sensed a nice scent I didn't notice earlier. "I bought it for Roberto," she giggled: "Now it's going to be for you..." Somehow, I liked that. I refreshed myself too, and we went off. We took an early dinner at a nearby place Roberto showed me: one of the oldest Pizzeria in Rome, where his grandfather used to go. A place named after its famous white wine called EST, EST, EST, well known for its old-fashioned pizzas. I could think of half a dozen more seductive places, but all of them were much more expensive, and I felt I had spent enough already. I didn't like the idea of my husband paying for my own escapade... Not even if I was doing it for his sake. Was I? Actually, I realised I started finding it pretty interesting... No, not just interesting. Exciting. Yes, I started finding the whole thing quite arousing. Our conversation also became easier. We both got accustomed to the idea we were going to sleep together, and somehow the inevitability of it made everything easier between us. We chatted about boys: what we liked about them, what we didn't. I told her about my past boyfriends, and she got shocked at their number... She believed that only whores had more than three or four lovers in their life. Uh, really... And what about planning about cuckolding your husband, I asked, and she smiled her apologise. I told the tale of my first husband, and how I never cheated on him ever if I was desperate... Until I left him and then I started looking for someone else. She went into more details about her intimate life with Michele... Only there wasn't much to tell about it. She asked about Roberto and me, and I sincerely described our ups and downs. I asked what she really liked while making love, and she blushed before admitting her must was active oral sex and getting her g-spot stimulated hard. I admitted I wasn't much into oral sex myself, but I loved being caressed everywhere, and then getting off using my clitoris. I knew she was a vaginal type, and she needed to know I was a clitoridean one. We enjoyed our pizzas, and even more our wine. Contrary to what we believe in the rest of Europe, Italians usually don't drink wine with their pizzas. They can make an exception with a few white wines, provided they are very cold: they say temperature is the key, and you need a cold drink with your pizza (I got a lot of shit from Roberto about my idea of Chianti with pizza)... This local EST EST EST was one of those exceptions, and we shared a bottle of it. At a certain point, I moved a hand under the table and caressed her naked knee. Her eyes widened with surprise, and then she smiled. I didn't insist too long: I just wanted to surprise her. Later on, I caressed her feet. It wasn't easy because of my boots and I was afraid to hurt her, but she appreciated the attention anyway. Again, I caressed her hands. I could see now she wasn't scared to look into my eyes. She looked open and comfortable. I started understanding the feeling of boys when they realize their girl is warm and ready for bedding... Lella was. And so was I. Suddenly, while playing with her long fingers, I realized why I was getting excited. It wasn't because I wanted the girl in front of me: not like it would be if it was a man on her chair. No: it was the feeling of power. The sheer feeling of the power I had over the girl: she was mine now, for use and order. I started understanding men and their thrill for hunting, even when they can't care less for the woman they are hunting down: it's the thrill of the capture; the pure possession. Definitely, I was entering into my role as the domina in our sapphic encounter: I had started thinking about her like a man would. The main point for me, now, was that the girl was mine. And I suddenly felt the urge to show my possession to everybody. I took Lella's hand to my mouth and kissed her fingers. I licked her nails, one at the time, slowly and steadily, until I was sure everybody around noticed it. She was all flushed, but said or did nothing to stop me. Yes, she was mine... And I loved it. I asked for the bill and handed over the card to the runner without looking at his eyes, nor stopping caressing Lella's fingers. I felt her shiver. The boy came back with the card; I signed the cheque keeping my eyes into Lella's and licked my lips, knowingly. Lella shuddered. Her eyes were shining, her nostrils gaped open, her breath was accelerating, and her own mouth was watering. Her nipples were showing hard through her blouse. For the first time in my life, I had in front of me a woman screaming to get fucked. To get fucked by me! We walked back to the hotel. Al the way, I kept a possessive hand on her rear curves, driving her up the street. After retrieving our keys, I kissed her in front of the lift. Straight and plainly on her mouth. Once inside the lift, I moved my hands over her body, and felt her for the first time. She moaned. We kissed again, and this time our tongues found each other, while my hands went one on her breast and the other on her ass. Hers went on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her shivering body. Lella wanted me badly, I could sense it from every fibres of her body. And I wanted her too... But I was the one in control. The lift opened and we quickly went for our room. I opened the door and hushed her in. Then I closed the door and switched the light on to enlighten our love nest. Lella looked to me, full with expectation. Waiting for orders. "Get undressed," I ordered, with harsh voice: "I want to see you naked." She smiled, as if she really appreciated my order. Then, she started. I remained standing in the middle of the room, watching at Lella's striptease. Her Jacket went first, followed by her blouse. She tried some sexy move, caressing her breasts through her bra, smiling. The skirt went slowly down, until it fell to the floor. She lifted it with a foot, and threw it at me. A bit surprised, I cached it. It was my afternoon present to her, and she didn't want it to lay on the carpet, she said with a sultry voice. Lella turned on her heels, showing her back to me, and slowly undid her bra. It fell, and she turned again, her hands on her breasts. I smiled: "Show them to me..." She knew they were her best feature. Her hands moved slowly on her boobs, kneading them lovingly before slipping down and exposing their pert, dark nipples to my view. "You like them?" she asked proudly, with her sexy voice. I nodded my appreciation with an open smile. Again she slowly turned, and sensually moved her knickers down her wide hips, until they slipped down her legs, leaving her bare butt for me to admire. It was a bit oversized indeed, but was still high and pert. Lella looked at me over her shoulders, trying to catch my sight. Then, slowly, she tossed. I saw her pussy. It was hairy and black... Exactly what you would expect from a Mediterranean pussy. I think mine is hairy, but compared to my cousin's I am almost bald. She was carefully trimmed at the sides though, and you could see she was taking care of her bush. As her knickers fell and her cunt was exposed, I could feel her female scent pervading the room. What was I supposed to do, now? I was supposed to be in control, but got no experience nor ideas about what to do to make love to a woman. Again, I did what I want men to do with me. "You're beautiful," I said: "I see why Roberto is so fond of you..." Lella smiled happily, and slowly lay back on the bed. She was still wearing her high heel shoes, her watch and the earrings I just gave her. "So, do you like what you're seeing?" she asked again. "Oh, I do," I reassured her again, moving towards the bed. I sat on the corner and moved a hand over her naked body. I caressed her foot, her knee, her thigh, her hip, her stomach, and finally I held her breast. The consistence was slightly different from mine: her tits are bigger, more full and rounded. Her nipples are darker, with larger areolas and smaller heads. Tits to bite, more than to suckle... I fondled and kneaded them, lovingly. Then I pulled her hard to me, holding her tightly by her long hair, and purposefully kissed her full-mouth. Lella moaned at my unexpected change of attitude, but answered willingly my French kiss. Our tongues met and started dancing, tip to tip, as we explored each other's mouth. I felt her hand on the back of my head, caressing me. Still holding her hair, I stopped caressing her breasts and I started unbuttoning my own shirt. Time to get naked myself. It took ages, because we had never enough of kissing each other, and I didn't want to let go of her. In the end I had to go on my feet to get rid of boots and trousers, and Lella just laid back, slowly caressing herself. "You don't know how many times I've been doing myself these last years," she whispered while masturbating as I was getting ready for her. For the first time, I felt sorry for her: "Oh, sweetheart... You will never need to do that anymore. I will take good care of your needing from now on." She smiled happily, like a child who got her candies. I went out of my own undies, and showed naked in front of my lover. 2000: My Wife's Prey Lella shook her head in amazement: "My God Astrid, you're gorgeous! You have a body to die for... Roberto is such a lucky man!" I liked that. Lella scored a few points on that... I laid on the bed next to her, and hugged her tight. Our naked bodies started rubbing against each other as our mouths met once again. We rolled over, tossed and turned for ages, caressing and kissing and biting at each other, enjoying the mutual feeling of our hot bodies. Our legs intertwined and moved continuously, so that in the end we didn't know anymore where they were. I felt the unfamiliar feeling of her bush against my stomach, as she could feel mine with her thighs. But the most exciting touch was the one between our tits. It was so exciting! I couldn't stop rubbing mine against her boobs, my nipples against hers... And the scent of her body! It was growing stronger and stronger every minute, growing with her excitement. My nose is extremely sensitive, so I felt almost intoxicated by the strength of it... But it was lovable! I could touch, taste and sniff Lella's arousal... And I was very much aware it was me to induce it! I knew I could do whatever I wanted to her... Only I didn't know where to start. Once more, I tried to think like a man, and I started caressing Lella's erogenous zones, trying to spot her most sensitive parts. I soon learned that her clit was almost insensitive, compared to mine... But her nipples were far more reactive. So I started kissing and licking them, and Lella immediately started trashing and crying with delight. Well, it wasn't that difficult to please a woman after all... Her tits tasted nicely, and it wasn't such a sacrifice to suck them. I quickly got into them, and started really enjoying myself... "Aahhh!" I screamed, as Lella's fingers went down between my legs and probed my clit. "Sorry," she panted, still under my mouth treatment over her tits: "I didn't know you're this sensitive there... Lucky you!" "Slowly..." I gasped, "Touch it slowly and soft, please." She did, and quickly became far better than Roberto, who never learned how to play the best with it. You need a woman to understand how a woman's clit works... We went on for a while, me suckling her tits and her masturbating me, until she whispered: "Can I try to lick you there?" I shivered. That was pure lesbian stuff. "Of course you can, sweetheart... Go down and give me head!" She obeyed swiftly, slipping her lovely head between my thighs and kissing my wet pussy lips until they opened. Soon after, I felt her tongue slipping inside my cunt and probing my juices before darting up to meet the centre of my pleasure. "Oowww..." I moaned as she reached my spasming clit. I moved on top of her, striding her and closing her face between my thighs: my pussy was now pushing on her mouth, and she was allowed to work me out at her best. I enjoyed her mouth work, shivering and gasping at each and every hit I got on my burning clitoris. "Hmmm..." I moaned, "Oh yes... Yes! I like it... I like it... Don't stop, lick me... Oohhh!" I was playing with my own breasts, teasing my nipples, when suddenly I felt it coming... And coming fast! I threw my head back and screamed out loud: "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh..." I am not a screamer, usually. Only, this time I got completely off-guard. Normally it takes quite a while to me to reach my peak, and I feel it growing and coming all the time. That time I didn't. Probably due to the total novelty of this girl-to-girl game, probably due to the normal clumsiness of sharing a new partner, I got taken by surprise. I breathed hard, trying to catch my balance back. Then, as Lella went on licking me, I felt a bit selfish: she was pleasuring me so much, and I was doing nothing to her... Besides, my head was spinning after my climax, and I was a bit tipsy for the wine... Fact is, I did something I would never believe I would. I laid down over Lella's body until my face went between her legs... And placed a wet kiss over her fragrant pussy. I heard her moaning with pleasure under me, as I tasted her flesh under my lips. It didn't taste that bad. I darted my tongue over, and amongst her thick bush I could feel her clit. She moaned. I went lower and felt her labia opening under my tongue, until her scent grew to an unbearable strength and my tongue sunk into her boiling pussy juices. "Oohhh!" Lella cried: "Oh yes! Yesss... Yesssssssss... Oh! Oohhh..." Oh God, we were on a sixty-nine position, like you always hear lesbians do! I did it many times with boys, but that's different... Isn't it? Well, maybe not. I mean, it was different, because the feeling and the taste of a woman are far different from a boy's... But it wasn't uncomfortable. It was nice. It was enjoyable. I liked it. I liked to feel Lella toss and squirm under my tongue job, crying out the pleasure I was giving her. The more I went deep into her cunt, the more loud she was crying. I thought back of her being a vaginal type, and I tried to slip a finger into her. She screamed. I pushed a second finger, pushing hard into her. "Ah! Aahhh... Aahhh..." she screamed louder. I pushed deeper, until I felt her hard inner numb, and I pressed it purposefully, suckling her clit at the same time. "AAAAARRGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" she yelled under me, convulsing out of control to the point that I almost fell from the top of her, as she orgasmed as violently as a porn model in an X-rated movie. I slowly withdrew my fingers and suckled them: they were all coated in a pearly cream, which tasted sour-sweet... I moved my tongue into her open slit, and found more of that stuff, which I dutifully licked out. "Oh my God..." Lella gasped breathless under me: "That was terrific... Do that again, please..." I did. It took only a couple of minutes to trigger her to another high. I had found the magic to control her body, as much I had already the one to control her mind. Lella was mine now, body and soul. After three more climaxes, I left go of her. I moved down from her and reached for her mouth. Her lips were cold, clear indication of exhaustion. I kissed, and after a few seconds she started kissing back, with growing enthusiasm. I sipped her mouth juices and played with her naked tits. She moaned with pleasure. "Oh my God," she moaned: "What did you do to me..." I smiled: "I made love to you, as I promised. You are mine now... And I'll be the lover you needed, the one which won't doom you to be an adulterer, but which will satisfy your needing to be possessed as you deserve." She opened her eyes and looked at me from behind. She shook her head in total astonishment and said: "Astrid, I..." I shushed her with a kiss. When I let go of her mouth, her eyes were shining: "Astrid, I love you..." *** We fell asleep soon after that. We slept as we were, naked and wet after love, clenched at each other like lovers do, spooning each other. And when I woke up, we were still in the same position. Lella was sleeping all cuddled against me like a child. I stayed like that for a while, listening to her breathing and enjoying the touch of our bodies. There is so much difference between the touch of a male and the one of a female lover! The man is rugged at the touch, wild like an animal; the main sensation at touching him, is one of strength. On the contrary, a female lover is smooth, soft, cute like a pet; and the main sensation at touching her, is the one of tenderness. I felt lucky to get the opportunity to try both the experiences... And even luckier to have the option to try them again as many times as I wanted. I checked the hour: it was 08.30: time to get started. I delicately kissed my lover under her ears, rubbing myself against her back until I felt her stirring. "Good morning, sweetheart..." I whispered into her ear. Lella stopped breathing for a second, as all her synapses reconnected one after the other... "Oowww... Gosh, it wasn't a dream!" she said slowly, still without seeing me. "No, it wasn't," I whispered again, making sure she could feel my breasts against her back, as I caressed hers: "We did it for real. We made love to each other's... And now you are mine." Her head tossed until she could see my face. She smiled happily. "Tell me again," she said lovingly. I smiled back: "You are mine, sweetheart. I got you, and won't let you go." Lella purred like a kitten: "I like that. Don't let me go, ever!" "I won't," I smiled; "But now, I have to hurry you up. It's time for breakfast, and then we have to go home." "Uh. Breakfast time... That's why I'm so hungry?" We kissed. Long and deeply. Then I let go of her and rose on my feet, stretching. Lella twisted: "Wow! You are so slender, Astrid... I love your body. I must look so clumsy and podgy next to you." "Don't be silly. You don't. You are a pretty thing, and I wouldn't make love to you if you weren't... Promised!" I went to the bathroom before she could went on, and got a shower. Unexpectedly, Lella joined me under the water. We hugged and kissed under the invigorating spray of water, and I feared we were back at it... Then, I remembered I was the show master. I closed the water and ordered her out. We dried up each other, and then went out to get dressed. Since it was paid already, we took our breakfast in the hotel, enjoying the selection of yogurt and croissants before drinking a steaming cappuccino. At a certain moment, Lella looked at me with a strange expression. She asked: "Astrid... Do you think we are lesbians, now?" She looked so worried, I couldn't help laughing: "Oh my God, I don't know! But do not worry, it's not like an illness... And I don't know you, but I still love and care for my husband, so I suppose I didn't turn lesbian just because I had sex with you. Don't you think so?" She nodded, still insecure. "But... But we will do that again, right?" she asked, sheepishly. I grinned devilish: "Don't worry, sweetheart... You needed a lover, and got one. You are mine now, remember? We will please each other many more other times, you'll see..." With that, we slowly walked to the underground station. The dreadful moment of the separation was coming, and Lella was clearly still worried and uneasy. I tossed her towards me and smiled: "Stop it! I am not flying away, you know..." "But... When will I see you again?" I put a finger on her lips: "I will call you." She nodded, insecure like a teenager at the end of her first date. I hugged her tightly, careless of the crowd around us, and kissed her full on her open mouth. Our tongues met and waltzed between out lips. "Call me..." she whispered, before I pushed her into the train. I saw the sliding doors closing over her pretty, sobbing face, and then the train moved. I turned to reach my own platform. It was time to go back home and prepared myself for when my husband would come home. I had a great story to tell him.