0 comments/ 118849 views/ 37 favorites The Italian Job By: fanatic282 My name is Stefan Scaloni and my wife is called Beth and we met in our last year at UCLA. Beth was not barbie-doll pretty, but with her black hair, green eyes and porcelain white skin, she had an unusual beauty. I'd had my eye on her for several weeks and was trying to pluck up the courage to ask her out when I heard her talking about me to a friend, but although I was standing next to her, she did not intend that I knew what she was saying as she spoke fluent Italian to her friend. It seemed that she fancied me as well and was wondering aloud whether to make the first move. The thing she wasn't to know was that my father was from Italy and I spoke it as well as I spoke English! I suppose I was somewhat emboldened by having foiled her attempt at secrecy and turned around, looked straight at her and said, "So why don't we go for a drink tonight then?" She colored up in embarrassment as I then suggested, in Italian, a couple of places we could try. Her friend laughed and then so did she at how I had caught her out. That was the start of what turned out to be a perfect relationship. We married a year later and our daughter was born a year after that, when we were both 23. Beth's father was a foreign diplomat and having spent time in Italy in her teens, she'd decided to major in Italian Studies, hence the language skills, but had worked only for a short time before staying at home until our daughter went to high school. I had gotten a degree in architectural restoration and had built a good reputation with work I had done both in the States and Europe. So, at the age of 43, with our girl at university, when I was asked to take on a special restoration project in Sicily we both jumped at the chance to travel to a country we loved and use our language skills. Now, the life of an 'ex-pat' can be wonderful and we soon integrated ourselves into both the local and 'ex-pat' community, but as I was the one with the work visa and as she was not permitted to work, Beth found she had a lot of spare time on her hands. There is only so much in the way of shopping, coffees and lunches you can do to keep occupied and after 6 months Beth was beginning to get bored and started to talk about returning home, leaving me out here until my contract was completed. This was the last thing I wanted and enjoyed the two of us having time together so suggested that she tried to find some unpaid work which she could do. Nothing more was said for a week or two until one day Beth came home from wandering around the old town of Palermo, which housed the artist's quarter and told me with some excitement that as she sat having a coffee, she had been approached by one of the artists who resided there and asked if she would sit for him. It seems that he had been commissioned by a Sicilian businessman to do a modern interpretation of a renaissance painting, but had been struggling to find a model with the pale skin quality he wanted. He had explained that most women wanted a dark suntan and this was not what he needed in his model. He had raved over Beth's green eyes and had flattered her ego immensely when he referred to her as a woman 'in her young thirties'. Beth was so pleased that she now had something to do with her time that she insisted I go with her to meet the artist at the weekend. I got a surprise when I first met Teodoro because, for some reason, I had expected him to be a lot older. He was around thirty, dressed in a rather eccentric long coat and had a shock of long, curly black hair and gypsy good looks as he greeted us effusively at his studio in an old disused church on the Via La Corte. We spoke in Italian and he told me why Beth was perfect for the subject of his work; the man who had commissioned the painting had been quite specific with regard to how he wanted the subject to look. As he described it, "Beth, with her white skin has a subtle beauty, which I could not have dreamed from in my head. My patron wanted such a woman who was not like off the fashion show. He wanted slim, but shapely." I smiled at this as Beth had always complained that she needed to lose weight, but to me, her 35C 27 36 figure suited her height of 5'6" and she had a wiggle to her hips when she walked, which was incredibly sexy. Teodoro wanted her to begin sitting for him the Monday following and explained, "We will start with a simple painting on the theme of Vecchio's 'Portrait of a Woman' and if my patron likes it, there will be more. The days may be long if the light is good, but my patron is a man of some means and has promised to be generous and will pay you in cash for your time." Beth who had been taking it all in until now asked, "What should I bring to wear?" "I will supply your garments, though you might find them a little uncomfortable at first as they are of the Renaissance period." Teodoro wanted an early start on Monday morning to make the most of the daylight and my wife agreed to be there by 7.30 and with that we said our 'goodbyes' and headed home. Beth was as animated as I had seen her in years and I teased her that she was going to be a famous model whose portraits would grace the walls of the rich and famous. I could tell that she was excited by the passion and energy with which we made love that night and as we lay there she asked sleepily, "You don't mind me doing this, do you?" "Of course not. Why should I?" "Well, Teodoro is rather......er.... sexy you know and I wondered if you might get jealous of me being with him all the time." To be honest, it hadn't crossed my mind until then, but the thought of what had gone through Beth's mind before asking that question set my pulse racing. I had always loved the way other men looked at her, especially on a beach, and I had fantasised from time to time that she might fancy being fucked by a really well endowed man. Although Beth liked to flirt a bit, she had never done any more than that and had never mentioned before that she was attracted to someone. I wanted to know more. "I hadn't realised you found him sexy." Beth was almost asleep and all she could manage was, "Mmm! Rather!" Then her breathing settled into a steady rhythm and I was left awake thinking. The next day we both got up early, which seemed strange as I usually left Beth in bed as I showered and grabbed a coffee. But this day, she was up before me and had washed and dried her hair as I was still trying to come round. We kissed each other and I wished her good luck as we set off in opposite directions for our respective work. I spent most of the day thinking about Beth and the atmosphere in the studio between her and Teodoro, so that evening, I couldn't wait to hear what had happened. I had a long day and Beth was already home when I got in. "How was your day? Tell me all about it. I've been thinking how you've been getting on. What did you have to wear?" "Whoa! Hang on a minute. Too many questions." "Sorry, I've just been thinking about you." "That's better. Well, I had to put on the most uncomfortable old style dress and corset, which really squeezed my waist in and pushed my boobs up - you know, like in those old paintings – and I had to sit still for ages, but I didn't mind as Teo chatted a lot and the time soon passed." "How do you mean – 'pushed your boobs up'?" "Well, the dress is quite scooped at the front and that means I've got a bit of cleavage on show. In fact, I look very 16th century." She laughed. We soon settled into a routine of early mornings and me asking about her day and then, on the second Friday, Beth came home and announced the painting was completed and that she was 'ready for a rest from all that sitting!' At 9 on the Sunday morning, we were woken by the sound of someone knocking on our door and when we peered out of the window there was Teodoro looking up and grinning. "Great news Beth and Stefano, my patron loves the picture and wants more. Let me in, I am so excited!" Beth was excited too and threw on her gown as she dashed down stairs. Over coffee Teodoro explained that he had been commissioned to do another nine pictures, with one proviso; that the same model was used because "He says you have a rare beauty," he continued "but now the subject matter is down to me. The title must be that of a renaissance or baroque work, but I can use my imagination to bring out the best of my model." As she leaned forward to listen, I noticed that Beth's gown had slid to the side revealing her leg, right up to her thigh and it gaped at the front giving Teodoro a clear view of her breasts as they hung forwards. His gaze remained on her as he got up to leave and he announced "Tomorrow we will start on 'Lady seated at her desk' so please come at 7.30. I want an early start." We went upstairs to get showered and as Beth slipped the gown of her shoulders I said, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" "Did what?" "You showed him your leg and tits on purpose." Beth stood naked in front of me and grinned devilishly. "Maybe I did. Shall I tell you why?" I nodded. "Two reasons really; the first is because I like to tease him. He wants me - he can't have me, but I like to see the lust in his eyes as he looks at me." "and the second reason?" "Is because I like to tease you. You've been jealous ever since I said that I thought he was sexy and I wanted you to get a little more jealous by showing him my body. And before you ask, no, I haven't let him touch me, but the thought had crossed my mind- you know- just him and me, all alone in that old studio..." Beth let her hands run down her body and looked at my rapidly hardening cock and said, "My, my – that's turned you on hasn't it? You like the idea that your little wife might fancy a fuck with somebody different, don't you?" I admitted that the idea of her being seen naked turned me on as it had when she had gone topless on beach holidays and I liked the idea of her being a sex object for other men to look at. Beth pushed me back onto the bed and positioned herself over my now hard cock and for an hour we had some of the hottest sex we'd had in years. Afterwards Beth spoke. "That was fantastic! You were so hard. I think I might let Teo see a little more if that's the effect it has on you." "and the effect on you." I replied. "I've never seen you so turned on." "Oh, I loved the thought that he was getting horny seeing so much of me and I'm going to let him see more. After all, I am a model." she laughed. So it began that my wife began to lose any inhibitions she'd had about nudity. Teodoro had obviously been inspired by Beth's appearance that Sunday and in 'Lady seated at her desk' he had her leaning back in a chair, looking out over her desk, through a window. She wore a fine silk dressing gown with a pair of nude colored panties underneath. The gown had slipped sideways to expose her leg from toes to upper thigh and was loosely fastened at the waist leaving the front gaping and her left breast clearly visible in profile. The sheer material clung to her shape and her nipples were hard lumps in the smooth fabric. Beth described how Teo had kept 'accidentally' stroking her tits as he positioned her each time and following no objection from her it became more frequent. The next sitting was 'Woman wearing a veil' and as he tentatively suggested that Beth might pose topless with a thin veil across her breasts she readily agreed and even suggested that she wear the same nude panties that she had worn before. She described to me how during rest periods she would let the veil drop and get up and walk around topless as Teo watched and occasionally adjusted the swelling cock in his pants. Teo realised that Beth was prepared to go further and in the fourth painting, 'Girl combing her hair', he told Beth that she had to go completely nude to achieve the picture he had in mind, which was for her to stand naked in front of a mirror as she combed her long, black hair as it fell forward across her shoulder. He painted from behind to capture not only the rear view of Beth, but also her full frontal reflection in the mirror. He took a long time to position my wife, which involved a lot of touching her legs, arms and breasts before appearing to be happy with the image, but still he seemed agitated. "Something is still not right Beth............you are........too much hair. It is not sensuous enough – you must trim it." And going into the bathroom, he returned with a razor and shaving foam and handed them to Beth. "How much?" was all she said "Leave a thin strip above and that will do." For the first time in her life my wife trimmed her pussy and the eroticism of this resulted in incredible sex as she related the events of her day to me each evening. As painting number four was finished I got a call requiring me at an urgent restoration job in Florence, which was going to keep me there for five weeks. Needless to say, I didn't want to go, but this was my job and I had no choice. I asked Beth if she wanted to join me, but she said that Teo's patron had already said that he wanted the next paintings to have a biblical theme and that he would advise them the next week of what he had in mind and that he wanted some of the scenes to be painted at his Palazzo in the hills outside Palermo. I was as jealous as hell that Teodoro would try and seduce Beth with me absent, but she assured me that their relationship had, certainly from her standpoint, turned into a purely artist and model one; albeit that she was naked much of the time! "I'm not going to tell you what our paintings are about until you come home," said Beth, "I want you full of testosterone as I describe the different scenes I have been in and I sure will need a good fucking by that time as well." Those weeks passed awfully slowly and although we spoke regularly, we never touched on Beth's work and when I had tried to bring it up she quickly changed the subject. I finally got home a day early and was surprised to find that Beth wasn't there, even though it was nearly 9pm. I tried her mobile, it was turned off and then I wandered down to Teodoro's studio to see if she was still there, but all was quiet. Where was she? The night was hot and airless. I got back to our apartment and without putting the main lights on, went through to the bathroom and was about to step into the shower when I heard a car pull up outside. I quickly pulled a towel around my waist and peeking out from behind the curtains in the darkened front room I watched as Beth climbed out of the passenger side, closed the door and rooted though her bag for her keys as the car left. I heard her climb the stairs and as she let herself in, I turned on the light. Beth shrieked before seeing it was me. "Oh my god! You scared me half to death," she panted and then, realising the situation and time, "You're home a day early?" "I could ask you what are you doing home late...............?" I looked her up and down. She was wearing a very short black skirt, high heels and tight white top, under which she was obviously braless. "..............dressed like a hooker." Her eyes dropped to the floor. "I think we need to talk." was all she said. "I think Teodoro is in a lot of trouble!" I said in a low voice. Beth raised her eyes and looked at me. She was made up with heavy, black eye shadow, bright red lipstick and flecks of something in her hair and quietly whispered, "It wasn't ....isn't Teo. He hasn't touched me." "Then who? What's going on?" Beth reached over to the table and picked up a large A3 size book and passed it to me. On the front was printed 'Portfolio of Beth Scaloni. Art work by Teodoro Galleo' As I opened the cover Beth said, "I think this is the best way I can explain things to you." As I looked at the first page I recognised the initial painting Teodoro had done of my wife, 'Portrait of a Woman' and as I turned each leaf, the paintings whose titles I already knew were printed in fine detail. Beth watched me as each turn of the page revealed more of her body in the way she had described before I had gone to Florence. I turned to picture five and let out a gasp. It was titled 'The Temptation of Eve' and showed a secret garden; a clearing set in a background landscape of bushes and greenery, across which a large tree had fallen which was covered in moss. Beth lay on the trunk, propped up on an elbow, holding a half-eaten apple in her other hand. Her right foot was on the tree and her knee was drawn up towards her body, whilst the other leg hung down the side with her pointed toes just touching the floor, leaving her legs wide open and her now completely bare pussy, gaping. As if this wasn't enough, she was looking, with lust across her face, at an athletic, handsome man standing in front of her. His large cock hung down between his legs and pointed in her direction. Beth chose this moment to speak. "That is Piccolo – a nickname as you can guess, as he is anything but little!" she paused, "The patron selected the title and insisted that the painting was done in the grounds of his Palazzo. Piccolo works for him and the patron said that he wanted him to model with me. I was excited to be modelling with someone else as I had been solo for too long and as you can imagine, I was not disappointed when we were introduced as he is as perfect as he looks in the painting. Shaving my pussy together with the subject and setting just seemed a natural progression from the ones before when I had gradually become more naked and I couldn't wait to tell you about it. We worked on the painting for seven days and as each went by, I began to realise just how pornographic this whole thing was and I know Piccolo felt the same as there were many times that he saw the moisture glistening on my pussy lips and he got hard, so we had to take a break so he could cool down." I interrupted, "I take it that the painting has exaggerated his size. I mean, that can't be real." "Oh, believe me Stefan – that is a truly incredible penis. Even soft it hangs halfway to his knees and when he gets hard it gets immensely thick, perhaps two and a half inches across, and it swings from side to side as he walks. As we posed he kept telling me how he would love to fuck me and the thought of it was making my pussy so wet. Anyway, I was coming home so hot that I was having to masturbate every night as I imagined Picco's huge cock pointing towards my cunt. I kept thinking about how I would tell you about it and the great sex we would have. You would have like that, wouldn't you?" I took time to study the picture and admitted, "Yes, that would've been....I mean....is a real turn-on to have known you were posing like that, so slutty." "Look at the next picture. " It was called 'The Seduction of Eve'. My eyes widened to take in what I saw. Piccolo was now sitting with his legs hanging down either side of the same tree trunk as before. He was leaning back with his hands holding Beth's waist as she sat astride him. Her upper body and head were thrown back and her hair fell down behind her. Teodoro's painting perfectly captured the look of total ecstasy on her face as she thrust her hips forward. "I didn't plan for any of this to happen, but Teo said his patron wanted this painting to look totally natural and realistic. He posed Picco and me in such a way that his cock rested on the tree trunk, invisible to the onlooker and I was straddling his hips with it underneath me. I had never got so close to another man in my life and the very thought of what I was doing had me dripping wet, literally and as Picco felt my juices fall onto him I felt him get hard beneath me. Teo kept saying 'not good enough, more real, make it more real' and Picco pushed me away from him until I felt his cock rise between us and then he let the tip of it rest between the lips of my pussy. The swollen tip of that huge end was making my clit throb as I let him probe my entrance and then I wanted him - I wanted him more than anything else I had ever wanted in my life before." The Italian Job Ch. 01 It was the holiday we had always dreamed of. The middle of summer and the sun over Sorrento was so hot that you could have fried an egg on the pavement. My wife Marie and I were on our first holiday without the kids, who were staying with my parents and we were determined to really let out hair down and have a good time. I was only in my mid-thirties, and Marie was still in her late-twenties, so we were still young enough to paint the town red, which we did every single night. We are from the UK, but midway through the holiday we met up with a wonderful American couple, while on a night out in a cocktail bar. Dan and Julie were in their forties, but they were both in great shape for their age. They enjoyed cycling amongst other pursuits which kept them both fit and healthy. As we sat talking, my eyes kept wandering over Julie's body. She was slim and of average height, with dark hair hanging to her shoulders. Her breasts were concealed by the dark blouse she was wearing, but they looked of a good size. Dan was taller, and of stocky build. They were both quite good-looking and fitted together well as a couple, like some people do. They just looked right together. Marie and I were much different to the couple sat opposite us. I guess you could say that we were good-looking too. Certainly we had both several partners before we met, ten years ago now, and we both garnered interest from the opposite sex when we were out without our spouses. I was shortish for a guy and 5'6" and Marie likewise at just 5'. Unlike Dan, I am slender but toned, and Marie was dissimilar to Julie in that she was a natural, pale blonde. The only thing the two women did share was their equally healthy bosom. Marie was a plentiful 36E, and Julie looked to be a similar size although it was impossible to tell accurately, dressed as she was. Despite our differences, we struck it off immediately and spent most of the evening together, travelling from bar to bar and having some supper in a lovely little pizzeria at the end of the night. Dan and Julie didn't drink, sticking mostly to non-alcoholic cocktails and juices through the night, but Marie and I both enjoy our wines and so by the time we were hailing taxis, we were both quite sloshed and our tongues were wagging more than they might have done otherwise. Marie had taken a real shine to the charming and friendly Dan and was babbling to him about our little girl, who she was missing desperately. As they stood talking I watched Dan, and was amused to see his eyes constantly wander down to peruse Marie's cleavage, displayed as it was above the top of her vest-top. Julie hadn't noticed although I kept her distracted with our conversations. Julie was a teacher and shared many of the same interests as me, so we had plenty to talk about. I wasn't normally one for older women, but Julie's intellect added to her already attractive looks, and I found myself unconsciously flirting with her. At one point, I put my hand on her arm as I laughed at a pun she had made, but Julie pulled away uncertainly. "I'm sorry," I said to her quickly, desperate not to offend, but Julie just smiled at me disarmingly. "It's fine," she reassured me. "I'm just not used to you Europeans. You're all much more tactile than us guys." "Well yeah, I suppose," I agreed as a taxi finally pulled up alongside us. "Good night then!" Dan guided Julie into the car, while Marie and I waited for the next one. As the door closed though, the window wound down and Dan leaned out and waved at us. "Tomorrow at mid-day then?" he said and Marie nodded. "See you then!" she said happily, and as the car drove off down the cobbled Neapolitan road, I asked her what she had set-up now. "I thought they were nice so I said we could meet at the beach tomorrow?" I was fine with that, in fact the thought of Julie in a bikini or swimsuit was rather appealing. The following day was another scorcher. We hit the beach first, and I was just helping Marie apply her sun-block when Dan and Julie turned up. Dan commented on how much lotion I was rubbing into Marie's back. I pointed out that Marie was fair colouring didn't get on too well with the strong sun, so unless she wanted to look a lobster for the next week we had to go through this ritual several times a day. Marie was sat with her back to me, but facing Dan and again I saw his eyes dip down to her chest as Julie began to unpack their beach-bag. Marie was wearing a dark-pink two-piece bikini, and because I was applying the sun cream to her back, the straps of her top were both hanging off her shoulders temporarily, causing the tops of her breasts to be slightly more exposed than they would be otherwise. I said hello to Julie as she laid their towels out on the sun beds next to ours. She was wearing a black swimsuit which showed off the shape of her breasts wonderfully, even though the neck line of the top was high and very little cleavage was visible. She smiled at me as she lay down to enjoy the sun, and with Marie all done I lay down and did the same, closing my eyes to relax. With the remnants of last night's wine still in my system, I dozed off and when I awoke I was alone. I looked around for a moment before spotting the three of them frolicking in the sea some fifty yards or so away. Marie was getting splashed by Julie while Dan laughed at the pair of them, and it looked like she was having a great time so I decided to join them, even though I'm not a big swimmer. "Good of you to join us," Dan cheered me as I waded out to them. "I thought you were going to lie there all day!" Marie chimed in, until I splashed her, making her scream in delight. She disappeared below the water and suddenly my legs were pulled from under me and I found myself under the water too. I managed to find my feet again, shaking the water from my ears and coughing and spluttering, much to the amusement of Marie and the American couple. After we had all cooled down we returned to our loungers and Marie announced she was going to fetch us some ice creams. As I gave her the money, she quietly asked me to join her, so curious as to what she wanted, I tagged along. "Did you have fun?" I asked and Marie nodded and then laughed out loud. I looked at her in puzzlement and she looked around her before speaking again. "Did you see Dan's..... thing?" she asked me and it took a moment for me to twig on to what she was talking about. "His penis?" I asked her. What was she doing looking at his penis? Dan had been wearing a pair of blue shorts, but that was all I had noticed. I paid the ice cream salesman and we headed back to the beach. "Why would I look at that? I'm not gay, am I?" "Oh come on," she giggled, "You can't help but notice. It's really small!" I nearly choked on my ice-cream. I had thought she was going to say it was huge or something. I was only average in the trouser department, measuring between 5 and 5 and a half inches when erect. I was aware that I was slightly on the small size, but it had never really bothered me as I hadn't received any complaints and had never struggled to satisfy women or anything. "That's mean!" I told her off as we walked back towards our new friends. "He can't help it - besides, it was probably the shock of the cold water or something." "I feel sorry for Julie," Marie chuckled. "She told me last night that her and Dan are childhood sweethearts. I think he's had other girlfriends before her, but she's only ever been with Dan." "Yes, but I think that's nice," I put in. "It's romantic." Marie raised her eyebrows and looked me in disbelief. "Romantic? I never thought I'd hear that word come from your mouth. Since when do you care about romance? You just like girls with big boobs." I looked at her in alarm then and she laughed. "Yes, I've seen you looking at Julie's, don't worry, have you seen Dan looking at mine? He's so obvious with it!" We were still laughing when we rejoined them and Dan looked quizzically at me. "What's up?" he asked, but I couldn't answer because I was in fits of laughter. The way he was sitting on the edge of the sun bed made his still-wet shorts stick to his penis and it was indeed small. It looked maybe two inches or so, but I still thought that it had just shrunk due to exposure to the cold Mediterranean Sea water. I had an idea then and turned to look at Julie. I wondered if her nipples might be erect for the same reason, but due to the dark black fabric of her top and the way she was laid down I couldn't see anything other than the curve of her breasts. Then I realised Julie's pretty brown eyes were staring at me, and I jerked my eyes away from her tits as though I hadn't been staring, but I knew she had seen me. I sat there for a moment waiting for her to say something but when I looked back at her she was just smiling and joking along with Marie about something or other. I hope Marie hadn't brought up the subject of Dan's wedding tackle. She wasn't always the most tactful of people sometimes. After an hour of sweating out last night's excesses on the beach I went back into the sea again, joining the other three once more who had gone out for a swim a while before. This time I did get to see Julie's nipples, thrusting hard through the black fabric of her costume as she stood up out of the water. Marie's 36E breasts almost popped out of her bikini top a couple of times as Dan lifted her up and playfully dunked her, making her whoop in fits of laughter, but they managed to stay within the confines of the Cerise bikini and her nipples stayed hidden beneath the fabric, which must have been thicker than Julie's. Dan's eyes were still constantly straying to her cleavage, and Marie was right - he was very obvious in his admiration of her body. How Julie didn't notice, I don't know. Maybe she had noticed, but was waiting for a moment alone to rebuke him about it. When the sun had set on an afternoon of mainly relaxing for me, and of fun and frolicking in the sea for Marie, our wives arranged for us to all meet again that evening for dinner. I had to admit that I had found Julie and Dan's company pleasant and didn't mind spending another night in their company at all. It was great to see Marie really enjoying herself, and I had found the conversation with Julie the night before enjoyable, plus she wasn't bad on the eye either, which was a bonus. That night was to be more fun than any of us would have thought though. It started off with a fantastic meal in a tiny little restaurant just off the seafront in Sorrento. The sky was clear and a huge moon hung over the sea, making the calm Mediterranean glimmer beautifully in its pale glow. The evening was cooler than before, so Marie had put on a small shrug top to cover her shoulders, though her cleavage was on display as it usually was. The rounded tops of her breasts looked very appealing above the neckline of her silvery vest top. Julie looked beautiful in a loose-fitting summer blouse and skirt. The top two or three buttons of her black top were undone, and when she turned to speak to the waiter I managed to catch a glimpse of a lacy black bra which surprised me slightly. Julie came across as a little conservative but the underwear I had just seen looked quite sexy. I wondered if I should revaluate her. Maybe she was one of these women you hear about - the quiet ones who are real tigers in the bedroom. Marie could be a tiger when she wanted to be, but she had the outgoing personality outside of the bedroom to match. I had often heard it said that the quiet, shy women were the ones to look out for. I looked at Dan, and wondered if I should envy him for finding such a person. Marie and I were enjoying the Italian wines once again, and I encouraged Dan to try some, even though he was reluctant. Once he did have a glass, he loosened up and admitted to enjoying it, although he went back to soft drinks again afterwards, saying that he didn't want to get drunk and be sick. He wasn't used to it of course, I could understand that. Julie didn't want to try any though, she seemed quite wary of it, and the effect it might have on her. They were both professional, healthy people and I could understand and respect the opinion they had on alcohol, but I was sorry that Julie wouldn't drink as I was interested in seeing if the naughtier side indicated by her choice of underwear, might rise to the surface. With my courage boosted and my discretion lowered by the wine, during a visit to the men's toilets I decided to broach the subject with Dan. I was rinsing my hands in the wash basin when he walked in. "Sorry about Marie," I apologized for Marie's behaviour because the wine always got to her before it did me, and she was being quite loud outside prior to my coming to relieve myself. "She gets very loud when she's had a few drinks, and she can be quite naughty sometimes. If either of us say anything crude or offensive, don't take it personally - it's just our sense of humour." "Don't worry about it," Dan patted me on the back as we returned to the restaurant. "You're a lucky man. Marie's a great girl - very attractive and bubbly. I wish Julie was more like her sometimes." "Hmmm, she is a bit conservative I suppose, but I really like her. She's gorgeous too," Dan inclined his head as I returned his compliments on my wife. "It's a shame you can't talk her into having a drink - she might loosen up a little then." "Suggest it to her then," Dan shrugged, "or slip something into her juice next time you go to the bar. Vodka's tasteless isn't it?" He smiled and I wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but the next time I did go to the bar I bought us all a vodka and a selection of mixers; orange, lemonade, coke and lime. Marie and I took the coke and orange while Dan and Julie sipped at the lemonade and lime drinks I had brought. Julie found that she couldn't taste the vodka at all, and so of course assumed that it wasn't strong, but after several more glasses of the same, I began to see a twinkle in her eye that wasn't there before. "It's hot tonight, isn't it?" she said to me. I looked at Marie and Dan, who were giggling to themselves over some joke Dan had made. Neither of them looked hot, and I actually felt quite cool with a night breeze blowing through the open windows of the little restaurant. Julie was probably feeling the effects of the vodka slightly, but I had no cause for complaint as she undid another button on her blouse, making it gape open at the neck right down to the join of her bra in the middle of her chest. The embroidered lacy edges of her black bra were exposed to me, as were the inner slopes of her plentiful breasts. I couldn't take my eyes off them, not even when I became aware of Julie looking at me. Reluctantly I dragged my gaze up to her pretty face. "Sorry," I said quietly, looking over at the oblivious Marie and Dan. "I shouldn't be looking. Couldn't help it. Forgive me. You caught me at a weak moment. Must be the wine and vodka." Julie didn't say anything. She just shook her head gently and wiggled a reprimanding finger at me, before taking another sip of her vodka and lime. "I bet my husband hasn't apologised to your wife for looking at her chest," Julie announced loudly, then winked at me as Marie and Dan turned to look at her. Dan had been admiring my wife's cleavage again at just that moment and Julie must have noticed. Beneath his flourishing tan, Dan went bright red. "Well, her headlights are on," he grinned, trying to make light of what must have been an embarrassing moment for him. Marie looked down at her breasts and pulled her top up slightly. I saw what Dan was getting at - the cool night air had made her nipples erect and they were plainly visible through the satiny silver material of her top. "Oops," she said, flashing me a smile and pulling the shrug tighter around her shoulders but it was too small to hide her protruding nipples, so she couldn't do anything to cover herself. "Sorry," she said to Dan's wife but Julie waved her apologies away with a flick of her wrist. "Men always look," she told Marie as I shared an amused look with Dan, who raised his hands in air in innocence. I saw Marie glance at me as she realised that Julie was telling her that I had been caught looking too. "There's no harm in looking!" I protested to which Dan agreed, and the two women just rolled their eyes at us and sighed in resignation. By the time we left the restaurant and were strolling towards their hotel which was on the way to ours, Dan and Julie were both swaying slightly and obvious the worse for wear. Marie was outright drunk, and was still singing along to the songs that had been playing in the restaurant even though we were long out of earshot of the music. It wasn't that late, still before midnight, so when Dan offered us a coffee on his hotel balcony we agreed. As we walked through the hotel grounds, Marie noticed that they contained a much bigger pool than ours. "Let's jump in!" she suggested, but I told her to stop being silly. I might be drunk but I had still had my wits about me, and knew it was dangerous to swim in an unlit pool at night, never mind when you're inebriated as well. "The hotel has a hot-tub," Dan suggested. "I might be able to talk the hotel manager into letting us use it. I'm quite friendly with him. If you want to, that is?" Julie had a doubtful look on her face, but anything she might have been about to say was interrupted by Marie's whoop of excitement. "Yes, yes! Come on, lets!" How could I argue? Dan and Julie's hotel room was very nice, and we sat on the balcony for a moment with a beer while Julie got changed into something more appropriate for the hot-tub. Dan had let Marie and I help ourselves to drinks from the mini-bar while he went to speak to the manager on duty and when he came back it had been good news. The spa was ours, as long as we promised to not make any noise and disturb the guests. He had slipped him a bit of money, but I had gathered that Julie and Dan weren't short of money back home with them both having nice jobs. Julie came back from the bedroom with a white robe wrapped around her and a swimsuit in hand for Marie. Dan had offered to lend me a pair of shorts, but they were all much too big, so I said I would be fine in my boxer shorts. They weren't too revealing or anything, and once we were in the water I would be fine anyway. Marie looked at the swimsuit Julie had brought her, and said she would try it on, but when she came back from the bathroom she announced that like me, she would be fine in her underwear as the swimsuit was a bit tight around the boobs and bottom. Marie was as curvy as Julie, but much shorter so I could understand why it might not fit as well as she might have liked. I expressed a bit of doubt to Marie about her being in just her underwear in front of Dan when he went to switch the hot tub on, but Marie said that she would be fine once she was in the water and not to worry. "He's seen me in my bikini already, and he's a married man - what are you worried about?" She was right, Dan was married but it didn't stop him looking, I had already seen that. However, I wasn't bothered about him admiring Marie. In fact, the thought aroused me slightly for some reason. Maybe it was because I was proud to have such a gorgeous wife. The fact that other men might find her attractive and sexy was a compliment and a credit to me I supposed. However the underwear she was wearing that night was the problem. Both the bra and panties were white and lacy, and quite revealing as the fabric while not being completely sheer, was quite translucent. When the water hit it however, I was certain that it would turn completely see-through, but Marie just insisted that once she was in the water, we wouldn't be able to see anything and when we got out she would wrap herself in a robe like Julie. "What's the problem?" she punched me playfully in the ribs, "We're here to let our hair down, remember?" The Italian Job Ch. 01 I sighed and we headed to the spa room with the hot tub, which was just a couple of rooms down the corridor. I undressed and joined Dan who was already in the tub, stripped quickly and jumping in the water, which was lovely and warm already. Marie modestly turned her back to us while she disrobed to her underwear, and just as quickly as me she hopped into the chest-high water, sighing in pleasure amongst the bubbling water. Julie was the last to join us. She slipped off her robe, blushing slightly I noticed, and slid herself gently into the tub. She was wearing another all-in-one suit, this time a dark blue colour. I loved the way it clung to her body, showing off her large, round breasts but I didn't get long to savour it as Julie bobbed down into the water, so that only her neck and hair stayed above the surface. "This is so nice!" Marie exclaimed when we were all in the water. We were still drinking the beers from Dan and Julie's mini-bar, and it was obviously going to Marie's head from her squeals of laughter. "The bubbles tickle!" I sunk underneath the water, deciding to really tickle her. As I grabbed her sides, and she splashed around laughing, I saw that I had been right. Her white bra and panties had been turned completely sheer by the water. I could clearly see her nipples and the dark blonde triangle of her pubes through the lacy, thin fabric. She usually kept her pussy shaved, mostly completely bald, but we were having a 'relaxing' holiday and so while she had kept it trimmed around her bikini line, she hadn't bothered being so rigorous about shaving it all. We were all relaxed, even Julie, who was leaning back against the edge of the tub, so that her breasts were now above the water's surface. Even in the swimsuit, I could make the shape of them, pressed tight beneath the dark blue fabric. She was just a few feet away from me I wasn't sure and didn't want to stare, but I thought I could just make out the outline of her nipples. Every so often, I stole at a glance at Julie and every time I did, I found myself more and more attracted to this mature but sexy woman. I finished my beer and as I put it on the side Dan asked me if we'd like more drinks. Marie polished hers off too, and replied that she could manage one more and so I accepted his offer. As she spoke she climbed out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub, reaching out for my bottle and giving both empties to Dan. The pink circles of her nipples were already clearly visible through the wet fabric of her bra but they became even more apparent as they stiffened in response to the cool air. She rested back on her arms, oblivious to her almost-nakedness and her legs parted slightly to reveal the shadow of her dark-blonde pubes, as obvious as her nipples through the similarly wet material of her panties. Dan had made to climb out of the tub, but hesitated and I could guess why. His eyes had been drawn to first Marie's breasts and then downwards to the front of her knickers and I saw him hastily pull his gaze away, and then pause in getting out of the water. Julie must have sensed his awkwardness because she asked him if he was okay, and I saw him glance at both me and Marie before nodding and then carefully climbing out, making sure he kept his back to us which confirmed my suspicions. Dan was wearing a pair of dark green shorts and they were soaked and sticking to his backside, so I could imagine they were similarly clingy on the front. He pulled at the front of them, obviously repositioning himself, before turning around to us and telling us he wouldn't be a moment. I noticed he was blushing slightly and Marie must have spotted this because she looked at him curiously. "Are you okay Dan?" I could tell she was going to tease him. Dan nodded and then Marie leaned forward and looked at his shorts. He had done his best to conceal his erection but you could still see a slight bulge tenting the front. "Have you got a stiffy?" Dan looked down at himself and covered his groin with his hands as his face reddened further. "Sorry. It's your fault because of..." He nodded at Marie for her to look at herself and as she did, Julie spoke too. "I was going to tell you," Julie said as Marie covered her breasts with her arms, blushing as red as Dan had a moment ago. "Why didn't you tell me?" Marie hissed at me. Before I could speak, Dan added, "And your panties too," causing Marie to look over her arms at her knickers. She crossed her legs to try and hide herself, then gave up and slid back down into the water instead. "Oops," she chuckled. At first I had thought she was angry with me, but she was just a touch embarrassed. Her face was bright red and she looked from me to Dan, who was still standing with his hands over the lump in his shorts. "I told you so," I reminded her of my earlier reservations about her going in the tub in her lacy underwear, and Marie shrugged and explained that she had forgotten when she climbed out of the tub, and also she hadn't realised just how transparent her underwear would be. I turned to Dan, who looked uncomfortable. "Any chance of those drinks? Or are you going to stand there hiding your hard-on all day? If it makes you feel any better, I've got a hard on too. Sorry, Julie." I knew I was being a bit forward, but seeing Marie almost exposed in front of these strangers had turned me on somewhat, and the alcohol running through the system had the effect of making me braver than usual. Julie didn't say anything, but I saw her glance downwards although I couldn't tell if she could see anything under the water's surface. I did have a hard-on and I knew that it would be plainly visible in the boxer shorts I was wearing. My admission had the desired effect on Dan. He straightened and moved his hands from his shorts. "Is it that obvious?" he said and we all leaned forward for a look. His shorts had stuck to him again and his cock was now plainly visible. I had to bite back my initial comment because I didn't want to be rude, but I saw Marie stare at it and then she also quickly suppressed a grin. Dan's dick was standing upwards in his shorts, and I guessed it was maybe four inches at the most. Marie looked at Julie and then back at Dan, stealing a glance at me in-between. She opened her mouth to say something but Dan pre-empted what I knew she was going to say. "I know," he muttered, "I'm not the biggest guy in the world. I'll go and get those drinks." "Hey!" Marie called after him, "Don't be embarrassed. It's what you do with it that counts. Besides, I'm sure it gets bigger when you're really excited. Doesn't it?" Dan turned back to her, looking down at his groin again. "Not much, unfortunately. I wish it did. I'll be back in a minute." "I bet you love it though, don't you Julie?" It was Julie's turn to blush now. "He's not that small," she insisted. "Our sex life is fine, thanks." "Oh, I'm not saying it isn't," Marie replied, eager not to upset Julie. "My Scott's not massive – he's five inches – but he knows how to use it, don't you?" "Five and a half," I corrected her. Marie just rolled her eyes at me being so defensive. "A big boy, eh?" Julie teased me and I smiled but Marie interrupted me before I could speak. "Scott's hardly big. My ex-boyfriend Robert was nine inches long. Now that was big!" Marie said to which Julie raised an eyebrow in an expression of disbelief. "The male average penis is between five and a half and six and a half inches," I quoted. "Dan says his is average," Julie interjected, but Marie corrected her. "No, Scott's right. I've read somewhere that between five and seven is the average. What about your ex-boyfriends? Surely they weren't all the same size as Dan?" Julie shook her head and now it was Marie's time to look incredulous. "All your boyfriends were small?" "No," Julie said slowly, her face reddening again. "I've only ever really... been... with Dan, so..." "Yes, you said. I thought you were kidding..." Marie said and then there was a moment of silence, and I could tell that Marie felt a little awkward but fortuitously Dan chose that exact moment to come back into the spa room, with two bottles of beer and a couple of glasses of a what looked like lemonade. As he handed them out, I noticed his ardour had diminished. "Feeling a bit more comfortable now?" I asked him with a friendly grin. "Yeah, until Marie gets out of the tub again," Dan chuckled. "I take it you were talking about me, because you all went quiet when I walked in. Come on. Give me your best small dick jokes then. I can take it. " "We weren't laughing at you. Julie was being really nice about you actually," Marie explained before diverting her attention back to Julie. "So you were childhood sweethearts then?" "Not exactly," Julie told us of how she had met Dan quite young and fallen in love with him. Dan was a few years older and had been with several girls before, but she was a virgin until then. She had fooled around with a couple of guys, but never went all the way with any of them until Dan. "Weren't the men you fooled around with bigger than Dan?" Marie asked interestedly and I could see Dan leaning forward to listen eagerly, making me wonder how much he knew about Julie's past. Julie shrugged. "One of the men was bigger but I thought he was a freak or something. The other one was about the same size as Dan, I think. Or maybe smaller." "Smaller?" Marie chortled, making Dan say 'Hey!' in self-defence. Marie gave him a wink but otherwise ignored his protests. "Well, it's a good job he's good in bed then. Scott's not the smallest I've been with but most of my exes were bigger than him, but like your Dan, Scott knows how to use what he's got." Marie took a swig from her bottle, "I couldn't go out with anyone who bad in bed." "Me neither," Julie said. "Have you had a lot of boyfriends before Scott?" "Julie! It's rude to ask things like that!" Dan reprimanded his wife but Marie interrupted him, saying it was fine and that Julie could ask whatever she wanted. Dan considered her for a moment, and then shrugged and took a sip of his lemonade. "Okay," he said, "How many boyfriends have you had then?" Julie was looking at me, and I shrugged and told the American couple that Marie and I didn't have any secrets from each other at all. I had told her all about my exes, for better or worse, and she had shared with me all the details of her ex-boyfriends. "I've been with a few, but not too many," Marie said carefully at first then she visibly shook herself. "Okay, I've been with eight men including Scott. That's not that many, is it?" Dan was staring at me. "Doesn't it bother you about her exes being bigger than you?" he asked me and I shook my head and truthfully told him that it didn't. "I'm glad she slept around a bit before we met," I answered honestly. "I think it made us more stable. She's certainly not curious about other guys or anything, which has to be a good thing. And she has no regrets, she tells me, which is more than I can say." "I don't ever regret marrying Dan, don't get me wrong," Julie said quietly, "But I sometimes regret not having a bit more... experience... with men before we met." Dan was looking at his wife like he had never seen her before and I wondered what he was going to say but right at that point I realised that all the beer I had been drinking needed to escape my body. My bladder suddenly needed emptying and I still had an erection in my shorts, listening to Marie and Julie talking about their contrasting sexual histories. I spent a moment wondering if I could make it wilt by thinking of something un-erotic, but quickly realised that there was no chance. I was too horny, and the urge to pee was too strong to wait. I climbed out of the tub, making my excuses but Marie grabbed my hand before I had chance to escape, hauling me back before our friends. My groin was right in front of Julie and when Marie laughed and pointed out that I had a 'stiffy' as well, Julie's eyes went right to it. I looked down and cursed silently when I saw how exposed I was in my wet boxer shorts. They didn't hide a thing. My cock was fully erect and laid sideways as it was, you could see every detail. I didn't cover myself though. For some reason, being exposed like this in front of Julie turned me on even further. Knowing that I was bigger than Dan and thereby bigger than Julie had ever before seen up close bolstered my confidence, so I stood there coolly while the pair of them appraised me. "Have you finished looking?" I asked, directing the question to Julie in particular, "Because I really do need to pee." Julie averted her eyes suddenly, blushing once again and Dan laughed. "Sorry Scott," he apologized, "I'd really rather look at Marie in her underwear again actually." That caused Julie to playfully punch him in the arm in mock-annoyance and her laughed and grabbed his wife before dunking her into the tub. I left them to their play-fight and made my way to the toilets, picking up Marie's robe on the way with which to cover myself in case I ran into anyone in the corridors. When I returned, feeling much better although still semi-erect, Dan had Julie had finished soaking each other and I couldn't help but notice how attractive Julie looked with her hair all wet, and pulled back from her face it made her look younger somehow. She glanced down at my crotch again as I sat on the edge of the tub with my feet dangling in the water. As her brown eyes met mine again I was bedazzled by her smile. She really did have a great smile, Dan was a truly lucky man. She was only half in the water, so I chanced a look at her breasts. Julie saw me look and her gaze followed mine downwards. "What are you looking at?" she asked me, knowing full well that I had been catching a look at her breasts. I think she wanted me to go bright red, but still full of bravado, I answered her honestly and cheekily. "Your breasts. Sorry," I grinned, "They do look great in that swimsuit though," I apologised to Dan for admiring his wife so candidly but he just shrugged. "Well, I did sort of have a good look at your wife earlier, and I think I saw more than you did," the American admitted. Marie was up to her neck in the water again and Dan looked at her ruefully, "Unfortunately she's hiding under the water now." Marie splashed him and I looked sideways at Julie. "It's a shame that Julie isn't in her underwear. That black set she had on earlier looked rather nice." Julie blushed again as Marie splashed Dan some more for being cheeky. "Will you tell your husband to stop being naughty?" Marie said to her, "How am I going to get out without him looking again?" Dan splashed her back, hitting Marie right in the face with a big wave of water and causing her to splutter and then laugh out loud. "He's already seen pretty much everything," I pointed out, "No point in being shy now. Besides you two have had a good look at us, so you've got a cheek to even say anything about us men." "You're right," Marie gave in after spitting out the water that had got in her mouth from the splashing, "I don't care. Look all you want," she said and climbed out of the tub, sitting on the edge like I was with her feet dangling in the warm, bubbly water. Her nipples immediately stiffened again, jutting through the translucent bra, and as I watched Dan's eyes look her up and down, my cock hardened similarly. Julie looked at Marie too, and then her eyes turned back to her husband who was now looking down at the dark shadowed triangle that outlined Marie's pussy at the front of her panties. He wasn't really being subtle about looking, but why should he? Marie had said she didn't care. She ignored his gaze, taking a long drink of beer of her bottle. I knew Marie was drunk, and maybe I should have told her to cover up but I was genuinely enjoying watching her let her hair down and flirt. Part of me inside was feeling a twinge of jealousy at this stranger openly looking at my little blonde wife, but I didn't do anything to stop him. There was no need to, if Marie felt uncomfortable at all, she was a strong enough person to do something about it, and at the moment she seemed to be enjoying herself so I let her be. I did wonder what Julie was feeling though, watching her husband ogle another woman like this. She didn't look unhappy or annoyed, which I put down the vodka relaxing her and making her more tolerant. I started up a conversation with Julie then, about her teaching profession. It was slightly off topic to what we had been speaking about before, but I wanted to distract her from Dan and Marie's obvious flirtations. We spoke easily, sharing a common interest in mathematics amongst other subjects she taught, and I found myself relaxed and enjoying the conversation. So much so that I lost track of time and only realised how long we had been talking for when I finished the bottle I was drinking. I waved my empty at Marie, and was about to interrupt the conversation that her and Dan were having but paused when I heard what they were talking about. I had been so engaged with Julie that I hadn't been listening in to what they were talking about. "So are you a natural blonde?" Dan enquired, indicating towards the front of her panties. "Yes," Marie looked down where he was pointing, at the light shadow of her pubes, opening her legs as she did so and giving us an even better view. "I usually shave it, but I haven't bothered with being on holiday. I must shave it, or get it waxed." "You shave it? What, totally bald or...?" Dan was laid back in the water, and seemed relaxed enough but I could tell from his eyes that he was completely focused on what Marie was saying. I would have bet my house that he was erect again, under the water. "Oh yeah, I have it completely bald. Scott likes it nice and smooth, don't you?" Marie admitted, looking at me and winking. I just shook my head and laughed at how their conversation was so different to the one Julie and I had been having. "Come on," Marie prodded me in the arm, "Stop talking boring stuff, and join in with us." "Okay, okay," I pushed her prodding hand away. "Yes, I like it bald, but I don't mind it hairy either. Do you shave yours?" I asked Julie, as Marie lowered herself back into the water, to Dan's obvious disappointment. "No," Julie admitted, "I keep it... tidy... but Dan likes it with hair." Dan looked at Julie for a moment and then turned back to Marie. "I'd love for Julie to have it shaved or waxed bald, but she won't." "I have shaved, but it itches," Julie complained, and then explained further, "I'm not as fair haired as you, so my hair is a bit thicker, down there... you know?" Marie chuckled at Julie's shyness. My wife was quite open about such things, especially when she'd had a drink but obviously Julie wasn't as experienced or as outgoing as Marie about sex. Even tonight, with several vodkas inside her Julie was still very reserved. She was opening up though, albeit slowly. "You should wax, rather than shaving," Marie suggested. "It's much smoother too. Why don't you come with me tomorrow? We'll have a girlie day - dinner, a few drinks, then find a spa and get it done?" Dan's eyes opened wide, and I felt mine do the same. Marie was being a bit forward and I hoped Julie wasn't offended but I needn't have worried, Julie just giggled, took a sip from her glass of lemonade and said, "Maybe." Dan immediately encouraged her. "I think they do massages and waxing here," he told Marie. I looked around the spa where we were sitting and they did have a massage room over the other side from where we were. "I could have a word with the manager again, and see if they might do it cheap. They would certainly look after you if I asked them to." Marie looked at Julie hopefully, but Julie still just said maybe, so Marie said "Come on. I dare you!" and then the pair of them burst in giggles, before Julie finally relented and said "Okay." The Italian Job Ch. 01 Dan clapped and rubbed his hands together, but Julie pointed at him immediately and told him not to get any funny ideas. "I'm not having you in there or anything, okay? Me and Marie need a bit of privacy. I'm not having you men see me screaming in pain." "It's not that bad," Marie chuckled. "Honestly, it will be worth it. Dan will love it. We can have a massage and make a real day of it." With that settled, I climbed out of the tub to get myself another drink, realising too late that I was sporting another erection. Marie noticed, pointing and laughing while Dan looked at me ruefully, stating that he wishes he had my extra inch or two. Julie was just looking at it, glancing up at my face and then down at the lump in my shorts. I wondered what she was thinking. Perhaps she was thinking the same as her husband, wishing he had my extra length too. "Where are you going?" Marie asked and just as I replied that I was going to try and find some more drinks, Marie squealed and laughed at Dan, then started to apologise to him. Dan had his mouth open in shock, then started laughing. Julie asked what was up and Marie began to apologise to her instead. Dan looked at me, still chuckling. "Your wife just touched my cock," he said but Marie immediately explained that it was purely by accident. They were splashing around close to each other, and her flailing hand had landed right in his groin. "You shouldn't have a hard-on anyway," she objected, "Even if it isn't very big." Dan spluttered at her playful insult, and then retaliated by dipping below the water's surface and pulling Marie under with him. A moment later they both reappeared, Dan laughing while Marie rubbed the water out of her eyes and spat it out of her mouth. Julie just looked at me, and shaking her head, she said she would come with me and leave these two 'children' to their games. There was plenty more drink in the mini-bar and we were welcome to it with her and Dan not being drinkers. She wrapped a robe around her and I borrowed the other and followed her out of the spa, leaving Dan and Marie wrestling in the hot tub. "Yeah, go and have an interesting talk about maths you boring boy!" Marie shouted as I left the spa, but when I turned to reply to her over my shoulder, Dan was dunking her under the water again so I left them to it. It was getting late now. I wasn't sure exactly what time it was, but the air was cool. When we got into their hotel room, Julie said she probably wouldn't go back into the tub when we got back to Dan and Marie, and excused herself to step into the bedroom and get dressed. I decided to do the same, and when the bedroom door closed I hopped out of my soaking wet shorts. I had got changed in their bathroom and my clothes were on the side of the bath where I had left them. Standing naked for a moment, I wringed my shorts out over the sink to get the majority of the water out of them, then decided to just 'go commando' and not bother putting them back on. As I turned and picked up my trousers however, the bathroom door swung open and Julie walked in on me totally naked. I hadn't locked the door behind me as I thought she would be a while in getting changed herself. I felt the impulse to cover myself but didn't. Julie had already seen my cock, albeit through the wet fabric of my underwear so I stood there while she apologised and made to back out of the bathroom. I told her not to be embarrassed because I wasn't. "You weren't shy about having a good look earlier," I teased Julie and she turned back towards me. "Am I really much bigger than Dan?" I knew the answer already, having seen the outline of his cock earlier but it was pleasing when Julie looked down at my now completely erect cock exposed before her and nodded. "Very nice," she said. I wasn't sure if I had offended her or not, but any fears evaporated when she smiled at me. She was still wearing her robe, and I wondered if she was still wearing her bathing suit underneath it because it dropped away at one shoulder and where the strap should have been was just bare skin. The curve of her neck looked so appealing, and for a moment I fought the urge to step forward and kiss her there. "Do you want a feel?" I couldn't resist trying it on with this gorgeous woman. I tried to make the question playful and almost non-serious, flashing Julie a disarming grin and reminding her that my Marie had felt Dan's penis, even if that was by accident. Julie didn't say anything and laughing I reached for my trousers but then Julie stepped towards me and I stopped. "Why are you so hard?" she asked, standing close and looking at my cock, which was so hard it felt like it was straining towards her. "Well, it might be because I'm standing totally naked in front of a very attractive and sexy woman?" I offered. "With a fantastic body, and who is also naked except for a bathrobe. Does that answer your question?" "You think I'm sexy?" Julie seemed genuinely shocked. "You think I'm attractive?" She pushed her dark hair out of her face, which only served to make her even more beautiful. Her brown eyes came up to meet mine and I nodded and gave up trying to resist, moving into her and kissing the bare flesh of her neck. I looped my hands around her back and pulled my face around to face hers. Julie's hands slid down onto my hips and around my back, so that we were loosely embracing and I kissed her. For a moment she returned the kiss eagerly, even pulling me toward her so that my hard cock was pressed against the cloth of the robe covering her groin but then suddenly she broke away, pushing me from her. "No, I'm happily married," she muttered, as if to herself. "We shouldn't." "I'm happily married too," I said but I decided not to apologise for kissing her. Why should I? It had felt right, and she had wanted to kiss me too, I had seen it in her eyes. "I don't normally do this sort of thing. I've always been faithful to Marie, but you're just so damn attractive and..." I didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. Julie stepped towards me and resumed where she had left off kissing me. "You're very sweet Scott," she said when we finally stopped, "But I'm what? – Ten years older than you? – We're both married - and they'll be wondering where we are." "So what?" I said to her age statement. "And they were having so much fun in the tub when we left them that I bet they haven't even noticed we've gone." "They were getting rather friendly weren't they?" Julie shrugged. "Marie's pretty and Dan likes her, but she's not really his type." "So that's why he was staring at her tits and pussy then," I said rather crudely but Julie ignored my wording and shook her head. "All men are like that. I don't mind him looking, I've always told him that he can look, but not touch. There's no harm in looking" Julie said and then smiled as she looked down at my groin again. "So I can look then?" I asked, taking hold of the robe belt and tugging gently at the knot. "Scott!" Julie said, her hand stopping me from pulling the belt free. "What? Dan's seen my wife practically naked, so...." Julie's hand still resisted my tugging. "Don't be shy." "But..." "But nothing – Dan and Marie won't know a thing and besides, they wouldn't care, I don't think. And who knows what they're up to right now, on their own in that tub." Julie's eyes widened as I brought up that possibility, but her hand stopped fighting me and I pulled the belt loose, so that Julie's robe flapped open. I saw her bare cleavage and a dark triangle of hair between her thighs, before she pulled the robe closed again. "Quickly then, but not here." Julie turned and I followed her into the bedroom, leaving my clothes still in the bathroom. This was a bit risky, but I really was sure that Dan and Marie would still be frolicking in the hot tub. Julie stopped at the side of the bed, and let me slip the robe from her shoulders. Stepping back I took in the sight of her. She did have a great body. For a woman in her forties, her breasts were still high and full. I guessed them at a 36D or a full C cup at minimum. Her belly was flat and a thick tangle of dark pubic hair covered her pussy in a neat triangle. My eyes drank her in as I gasped and told her how beautiful she was. Julie's cheeks reddened, but she didn't say anything so I stepped in close to her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. That was it then. It was like a floodgate opened. I felt a shiver run through her body and then she kissed me back passionately. I pushed her back and she fell onto the bed, pulling me with her. As I lay on top of her and we kissed, the head of my cock pressed against the curls between her legs and she widened her thighs to accommodate me between. My hand found a breast and I cupped and squeezed it, savouring the feeling of her firm tit as I manoeuvred my hips so that the tip of my cock pressed against the folds of her pussy. "Stop," Julie said, just as the head of me started to push inside her. I pulled away, aware that I was maybe pushing this too far, too fast. "Will it hurt?" I suppressed the urge to laugh. Did she think I was huge? After being used to Dan's four inches, I guessed she might. "No," I promised, but she still looked uncertain so I slithered downwards, kissing first her breasts, licking and nibbling her dark pink nipples and then moving downwards until my face came to the triangle of dark hair between her thighs. The folds of her labia were puffy with arousal, and a trace of wetness lingered where my cock had just tried to enter her. I moved further down, kissing through the thick thatch of hair until my tongue reached the top of her slit and I licked down, sweeping across her clit and bringing a huge shudder of pleasure from Julie. Her hands came together on the back of head, welcoming the touch of my mouth and I continued to lick her until she so wet that the hair around her slit was slick with the juices seeping from her wet cunt. "Oh my," Julie whispered, and I felt her hips tremble and buck against me as her arousal rose. "I want you," I pulled back and said, and Julie raised her head and looked down at me. "But," she started to say but I cut her off. "No buts, we've come this far." I continued to lick her, giving my full attention to the swelled bud of her clitoris. After another minute or so, Julie finally gave in. "Okay. I want you too. Do it now, before I change my mind." Without any hesitation, I moved back up and this time she didn't stop me as I pushed the head of my hard cock against her folds. As I entered her, pushing inside slowly and savouring the warmth of her as she enveloped my cock, Julie groaned, louder and louder until finally I rested upon her, groin against groin, my full length buried in this gorgeous American woman. "There you are, I'm all in," I reassured her. She replied by kissing me again, and so all thought of Marie and Dan lost in my head, I fucked her. I began sliding in and out of her steadily, giving her the full benefit of my extra length by withdrawing as far as I could before pushing it back in. Within minutes, Julie was bucking her hips beneath me, so that her movements mirrored mine. "Does it feel bigger than Dan's?" I asked her, but she didn't reply so I phrased it differently. "Do you like having a bigger cock inside you?" Julie's eyes flickered open and looked at me, then she nodded and silenced me by pulling my head forward and my lips back to hers. I wanted to take my time and enjoy the moment, but the excitement moved things along faster than I might have liked. For a woman her age, who had borne two children, Julie was surprisingly tight and combined with the awesome sight of her generous breasts bouncing below me as I screwed her, I felt myself moving faster and harder into her Then Julie looked at me and said something I had never heard said before. "You're so big. Oh! Yes!" she wailed and I lifted myself up holding on to her hips and began to really hammer her pussy, enjoying the compliment as well as the feeling and the view. Her breasts swayed harder and harder as I banged her. Julie was gripping my buttocks and pulling at me, and when I pulled my eyes upwards from her tits, she looked lost in pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she moaned with every thrust of my hips. Then suddenly, her back arched and she convulsed with her orgasm as I drove harder and harder into her hairy pussy. As I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around my cock, I felt my own orgasm rise and I jerked myself out of her before I came. "Ohhhhhh," Julie sighed as her own orgasm subsided. Mine thundered through me just then, and I held my cock in front of me, so that the stream of cum sprayed out across her belly, some landing as high as her belly button. Spent, I collapsed on the bed next to her and we lay there for a moment to catch our breath. "We shouldn't have done that," Julie said. "But it was wonderful." "That was fantastic," I agreed as I pushed myself up onto my elbow. I looked at Julie and she giggled. "Stop looking at me," she said shyly but I didn't. My eyes drank in the sight of her once more, her breasts still heaving from the exertion of the sex we had just enjoyed. Her pussy hair was wet and matted with blobs of my cum, some of which was also on her thigh and belly. "So that's what a real one feels like," she muttered as though to herself, but I corrected her. "Marie refers to a real one as being much bigger than mine," I admitted. "Mine really isn't that big. It's five and a half inches, and the average is six. Marie's had much bigger." "Bigger?" Julie said, her eyes opening wide and I nodded. "She's been with guys who are eight even nine inches. Now that's big." Julie took a moment to take that in and while she did, I decided we had better get back to our partners. They had to be wondering where we were by now. "Listen, promise me you won't say anything to Marie about what we just did," I asked her and Julie asked that I do the same with Dan, then she said we had better clean up and get back before they came looking for us. I wasn't sure how long we had been gone, but I put it at about twenty minutes, so I quickly got dressed and Julie washed the splashes of semen from her pussy and belly. A few minutes later, both dressed and armed with the drinks that we had come here to get, we went to see what our spouses were getting up to, on their own in the hot tub. It was difficult to act casual, and I was surprised at how at ease Julie was when we walked back to the spa. As we left the room, I asked her if she felt better about herself now. Julie asked what I meant by that, and I told her that I was talking about the regret she said she felt about not sleeping with anyone else but Dan. Julie stopped for a moment, and then she supposed she did feel a little better about that fact, but that she felt guilty at the same time. I told her I felt similarly guilty, but that I had enjoyed it so much that I couldn't possibly regret it. Julie told me she had enjoyed it too, but as we stopped outside the door to the spa, she asked me again to keep what we had just done a secret. "Of course," I reassured her. "You too?" Julie nodded and we re-entered the spa to a bit of a surprise. There was another man in the tub with Marie and Dan. He looked tall and I guessed he was a local, with his sun-darkened skin and shiny dark hair flowing to his shoulders. I wasn't certain but I'm sure I saw Marie jump as we walked in, as though she were doing something she shouldn't have. She certainly pulled her bra strap up over her shoulder and for a moment I thought I had seen her breast exposed but again I couldn't be sure. I only glimpsed her for a split second as I walked in, and maybe I had imagined it. "Where have you been?" asked Marie quietly, while Dan introduced the Italian as Jean-Luca, the hotel manager that he was so friendly with. Jean-Luca's dark eyes seemed to appraise me as I shook his hand. "We've just been talking, and decided to get changed because we were both a bit cold and fed up of the tub," I explained as I passed her a fresh beer. "Oh. Right," I could see Marie wasn't wholly convinced but she didn't question me further. "Jean-Luca came to see if the hot-tub was okay for us, and before I knew it Dan had invited him into the pool. He's been telling me all about the hotel and it sounds really nice." Marie was blushing for no reason and I wondered why. Also I saw Dan and Jean-Luca share a small grin between them before looking back to me and Julie. "If we come back to Sorrento, we must stay here next time." "Maybe," I said, offering Dan a beer, which he refused as he still had a drink. Jean-Luca accepted it however, and we chinked bottles before drinking. "Your wife is a charming woman, Scott," the manager said in heavily accented English. "She speaks very highly of you. If you were to come to our hotel next time, I would be delighted to give you a very good deal." "Thanks," I muttered, still wondering what had been going on just prior to Julie and me walking in. Still, whatever it was, it couldn't have been anywhere near as bad at what Julie and I had done. I looked at Julie, she was explaining to Dan the same as I had – a story we had concocted on the way here. I wondered if she had noticed Marie and Dan's odd behaviour following our return. If she did, she gave no sign. "You're not coming back in the tub then?" Marie asked, taking in my clothes. "No, I felt a bit chilly, but you don't need to get out just yet if you don't want to. I'm cool for a while yet." Marie certainly hadn't seemed shy in front of the Italian as we walked in, but I didn't want to force her to get of the tub in case I was wrong. "Hey Julie," Marie piped up, "I've spoken to Jean-Luca about the massage and wax tomorrow and he says we can have it for free. He will get his best masseuse in for us and look after everything." "Great!" Julie said but I could see the doubt on her face. Marie wouldn't let her back out now though, I knew her too well. "I can't wait for this," Dan winked at me, "Should be fun, Scott." I had already had my share of fun, but I just saluted to him with my beer and laughed. "So, I suppose we should back to our hotel?" Marie said and she climbed out of the tub. "Thanks for tonight, Dan... and Julie of course." As she got out of the water, I noticed her knickers were almost around her hips. She pulled them up as she stepped out, and I saw Dan and Jean-Luca both staring at her body as she walked towards me and into the robe that I was holding up. Were her knickers as low as that because of the weight of the water, or had the guys been trying to tug them down or something? A small flame of jealousy lit up inside me but was just as quickly extinguished by the feeling of guilt I had in my gut from fucking Julie behind Marie's and Dan's back. Whatever Marie might have been up to, I had no right to be angry. Marie went to Dan's room and got dressed, and when she returned, Dan and Julie were ready to end their night too. Dan got out of the pool first, followed by Jean-Luca. A flurry of good-night kisses followed, the one between Julie and I being slightly awkward, along with the arrangements for us to meet up tomorrow. As Marie thanked Jean-Luca, she giggled out loud and grabbed Julie by the shoulder. "Look at that – what has he got down there?" Marie said to Julie as she pointed at Jean-Luca's wet shorts. I did a double-take when I looked down to where she pointed, and I saw Julie do the same. The guy's cock was enormous, at least compared to mine and Dan's packages. He wasn't hard, his cock was hanging down one leg, but it looked as thick and maybe the same length as mine was when hard. "How did I not notice that earlier?" Marie giggled, and then turned back to Julie. "Now that's a real man, not like our two excuses for men." She was only joking; she had a big smile on her face as she looked first at me, then Dan. The Italian Job Ch. 02 We both woke the next day with a bit of a hangover, so it was time for a full English breakfast before hitting the beach to sleep it off. I was so tired that I fell asleep almost immediately and the next thing I knew I was being shaken away by Marie. "Wake up!" she laughed and I opened my eyes to see Dan and Julie sitting next to us, chuckling at me as I blinked and squinted at the bright sunshine. "Hi guys," I said as I rubbed at my eyes and looked at my watch. It was 1.30pm and I had been asleep for over an hour and a half. I guessed I must have needed it. I did feel much better though, and Marie said she felt a lot better now too. Apparently Julie had woken up with a bit of a headache this morning too, but nothing too bad, which surprised me as she had consumed quite a bit of vodka and she didn't normally drink. "So are you going through with it then?" Dan asked the girls, and I remembered their plans for the bikini wax and massage that they had made with the hotel manager last night. Marie nodded immediately, and then looked at Julie, who nodded and said yes, albeit not quite as enthusiastically. Dan rubbed his hands together and grinned wickedly, winking at me as he did so. My head was still a little groggy, so I got up and ordered an orange juice from the beach bar nearby and when I returned only Julie remained, explaining to me that Marie and Dan had gone for a dip in the sea to cool off. It was a hot day, even hotter than the day before, which in itself had been a scorcher. I looked around for my wife and saw her swimming with Dan, both of them submerged in the water up to their necks. Marie was laughing at something Dan was saying and it seemed that they were getting on really well again, like they had picked up right from where we had left off last night. Julie was watching her husband as I looked at her, sat a couple of feet to my right. She was wearing a dark green one-piece swimsuit, with a semi-transparent, beige sarong wrapped around her hips and legs, but I pictured her as I had seen her last night, completely naked. Although I had been drunk, the vision of the robe slipping off her shoulders was crystal clear in my mind, as were the memories of the urgent, passionate sex that followed. I snapped out of my daydream, realising that she had stopped watching Dan and Marie's frolics in the ocean, and was instead watching me stare at her dreamily. "Sorry," I mumbled. "I was just..." "Thinking about last night?" Julie said with a smile. "Me too." Her face reddened then and I realised that I was blushing as well. "I felt really guilty this morning." "Likewise," I agreed. I had cheated on my wife, but it was one of those things that just happened. It wasn't as though I had deliberately planned it and I explained that to Julie, who nodded saying she shared the sentiment. "Do you regret doing it?" she asked. "No," I said honestly. "I enjoyed it. Did you?" "It shames me to say it, but yes, I did enjoy myself." Julie looked down at the sand between her feet. "I'm happily married though and..." "Don't worry," I stopped her mid-sentence, knowing what she was about to say, "I don't want a relationship or anything! Let's just put it down to a holiday-fling. If you don't say anything, then I won't." Julie smiled. "I know we said this exact same thing last night, but I just wanted to make sure," she paused as though she was weighing me up for a moment before speaking further. "So is that an end to it then?" "Only if you want it to be," the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them and I was just about to apologies for being so cheeky when Julie stopped me in my tracks. "I didn't say that," she said coyly. "But it must be just a holiday fling... if... anything happens again." I felt myself getting hard in my shorts at the thought of a repeat of last night. "Shall we have drinks again later? Go out for a meal again perhaps?" Julie smiled and said she would speak to Dan about it, but that it sounded great. "And then we'll see what happens after that," she teased. "We could go in the hot tub again. I know Marie enjoyed that last night." Marie and Dan rejoined us then and when Julie discussed it with them they were both more than happy for another evening together, but first there was the matter of the girls' afternoon at the hotel spa. Julie was nervous but Marie assured her that she wouldn't regret it. All four of us went in the sea for another dip and then it was time for the girls to go and have their pampering session, so they got their stuff together and left Dan and me on the beach alone. We talked for a short time about the usual guy stuff, but the conversation soon turned to our wives. "I wish I could be there when they wax her," Dan said and I agreed. "This is a big deal for Julie, you know? Normally she wouldn't even be up for the massage but your Marie is pretty persuasive." "I guess she is," I replied thinking that Dan could be rather persuasive when he wanted to be too. "You're rather silver-tongued yourself though." Dan looked puzzled, so I explained further. "When Julie and I came back last night, I saw Marie cover her breasts back up and asked her about it later. She told me that you and Jean-Luca talked her into giving you a peek." Dan's mouth was open and he shut it with a click. "I'm sorry..." he started to apologize but I stopped him with a shake of my head. "No, it's fine Dan. It really is." I couldn't give him a hard time about it, not after what I had done with his wife. "I'm the one who should be sorry for coming back at just the wrong time. If I had been a bit longer getting changed, who knows what you might have been able to talk Marie into?" I laughed as I finished the sentence and Dan raised an eyebrow at me. "I guess I would have liked to get her naked," he admitted, "She's a great girl. You're a lucky guy, to have such a gorgeous wife." I nodded my appreciation and returned the compliment about his wife. When Dan realised that I was cool with him flirting with Marie the way he had, he pushed the conversation a little bit further. "So you think she might have done it then? You know, got naked? Jean-Luca and I were trying to talk her into it and she seemed to be game. She's got fabulous tits and when she showed us, I thought we were in for a treat, but then you walked in and I was like... damn!" Dan pursed his lips and asked the question I could sense him working towards. "Would you have been mad? If she had got nude? You didn't seem to mind her being half-naked in her bra and panties." "We're on holiday," I told him. "And what happens in Italy stays in Italy. Hell, if she wants to get naked and have a little fun then so be it." Without asking me right out, Dan was asking me if it was okay to try it on with Marie again tonight, and without saying it openly I was answering and telling him to go for it. Maybe if something happened between them I would feel less guilty about fucking Julie. "So what do you think they're up to right now?" I wondered out loud. "Well, I spoke to Jean-Luca this morning and he's arranged them a special lunch and champagne cocktails," Dan checked his watch, "but they'll have done that by now. After that they were going to be manicured, pedicured, bikini waxed and a full spa treatment, so I guess right now they're having their nails or toes done." Dan paused then chuckled. "I wasn't going to tell you this, but I will. What the girls don't know is that while the bikini waxing is done by a girl, the masseurs are male." "Really?" I laughed, "Marie won't mind, but don't you think Julie will freak out?" "Maybe, but she won't back out. She doesn't like to make any fuss, so once she's in there she'll go through with it." Dan sighed. "Besides, Jean-Luca is going to tell the girls that the masseurs are gay. They're not, but that will calm Julie down. You don't mind do you?" "Of course not," I reassured him. "In fact, the thought of Marie being rubbed down by a young Italian stud is quite a turn-on. I wish we could watch!" I said it half-jokingly so I wasn't prepared for Dan's reaction. "I've thought about that myself," he admitted. "What do you say to going back to the hotel for a cool down, and maybe asking Jean-Luca how things are progressing?" It sounded like a great idea to me, especially as the heat of the day was refusing to lessen, even though it was now mid-afternoon, so we headed back to Dan and Julie's hotel and after dropping off our things in their room, we went to the bar for a much needed drink. "Hey!" Jean-Luca appeared from the door next to the bar, "You guys are okay, yes?" "We're fine. How are our wives doing?" Dan replied casually. "Last time I saw they were having a fun time. Your Julie though- how you say? Too much champagne?" Jean-Luca spread his hands. "I say no more, but she likes it so she says more. The lady say more, the lady get more, no?" "Did they get the bikini wax yet?" Dan asked. "I would love to see how Julie does with that. I bet she'll scream the place down!" "I'd like to see them getting massaged too," I agreed. "It would be great to be a fly on the wall and see if they're enjoying it a little too much, getting massaged by these two men." Jean-Luca looked thoughtful. "Wait here," he said before disappearing for a few minutes. He had a smile on his face when he returned. "Okay. I had to see if there were any other customers in the spa but the girls are on their own at the moment. Come with me." Dan and I looked at each other in gleeful disbelief as we followed Jean-Luca through a door marked 'private' and into the interior of the hotel. "There is a place from where you can see a little," Jean-Luca explained. "When we get the nicer ladies...?" He didn't explain more but he didn't have to. As we walked down a corridor we saw a short, dark man that I recognized as one of the waiters, standing at the far end. The wall before him was a wooden trellis type partition, covered in fake vines and flowers, but he was holding some of the plastic leaves to one side and peering through. He saw us approaching and put a finger to his lips. "Ciao," was all he said and Jean-Luca pointed to the trellis, so Dan and I did the same as the barman, pushing the plants to one side so we could see through. Beyond was the spa room, and in there were Marie and Julie, both laid out on what looked like reclined dentists' chairs. Both of them were dressed except for their shorts. Marie pulled hers up as we watched but Julie's were still hanging off one ankle, so I guessed that Marie was done and that now it was Julie's turn. The spa technician, an attractive dark-haired woman in her middle years motioned for a nervous Julie to part her knees. "Does it really hurt?" she asked Marie and my wife took Julie's hand, and reassured her the best she could. "It does," she said. "I won't lie to you, but honestly it's all over before you know it." Julie looked doubtful, so Marie added, "And it's worth it, trust me. Dan will love it!" She giggled then and it must have been infectious because Julie giggled too. "Okay?" the technician asked gently, and Julie took a deep breath and let the technician gently pull her legs open. Unfortunately from where we were standing we could only see our two wives from the side, so when a blushing Julie's thighs were finally apart wide enough for the technician to sit on a stool between them and start preparing the waxing strips, we couldn't see very much apart from a hint of her dark bush above her thigh. Dan was staring avidly through his gap when I looked around. The waiter had left and Jean-Luca was looking through the gap instead. Dan hadn't complained about the waiter looking, so I didn't think he would mind Jean-Luca watching. "Ouch!" Julie cried out, making me look back through the plastic leaves. Julie was clutching onto Marie's hand tightly and looking down between her legs. The technician threw a hair covered strip in the bin, and paused for a moment before asking Julie if she was okay to carry on. "Well you can't leave it like that, can you?" Julie half-snapped. Marie giggled at her, and Julie insisted this wasn't funny, but Marie just kept giggling and eventually Julie saw the funny side and joined in laughing as the technician spread more wax onto her pussy and pressed another strip of paper on top. "Ready?" Marie asked and Julie screwed her eyes tight shut and nodded. "Ouch!" she cried again, but this time not as loud. Again, Marie giggled and this time Julie so did Julie. It took several minutes and numerous applications before the technician finally stepped back and said she was finished. "Thank goodness for that!" Julie sighed, before looking down at her newly shaven pussy. "It looks wonderful," Marie said, staring down too. "And you never swore once," Marie pointed out. "Well done!" Julie rubbed her hand between her legs. "It feels strange. I hope Dan likes it." "Trust me," Marie said, "He'll love it." Julie just smiled, and then standing up she turned her back to us and pulled her shorts up, gingerly when it came to raising them over her pussy. Dan groaned when she turned her back, as it meant we couldn't see a thing, and by the time she turned around she was all buttoned up and done. "Can we see them get massaged too?" I asked Jean-Luca who had moved away from the wall. "Sure," he said. "This way." This time he led us up a flight of stairs and into a clinical looking room, which looked like a first-aid centre or something. "You will have to be very careful this time. When the girls roll onto to their backs they might see you. Okay?" Dan and I both nodded as Jean-Luca led us out onto a rooftop and pointed down at the floor. Below us were a set of clear glass sky-lights, through which you could see the massage beds. "Have fun," he said. "But be careful and if any other ladies join them you must not look. You could get Jean-Luca in big trouble, no?" We both nodded our understanding and Jean-Luca left us to watch our wives get their rub-downs. Waiting for them to appear was pure murder. This was so exciting and I excitedly said as much to Dan, who nodded and said that he was excited and nervous at the same time. "Will they be naked?" he asked me but his question was answered for him as Julie and Marie came into view. We both ducked down out of sight and carefully peered over the edge of the skylight into the room below. Our wives were both wearing white hotel robes as they approached the massage benches and were followed by two men, both tall and typically Italian-looking, but while one of them was rather handsome as I had imagined in my little fantasy, the other was grey-haired and quite old. I would have put him at in his late fifties maybe, but he seemed to know what he was doing more than the younger man, appearing to take charge. He pointed at a box of bottled oils, which the younger masseur duly fetched and then he talked to the two women waiting patiently at the side of the bed-like benches. We couldn't hear a word that was being said, but whatever it was made the pair laugh and visibly relaxed the nervous looking Julie. The young man, who looked in his late teens disappeared and then returned with several towels, two of which he handed to our wives, before the older man indicated at the benches and pulled two screens around them. "Oh," I heard Dan say and I felt a surge of disappointment as our two wives were blocked from view. When the two masseurs finally drew back the screens I could see Julie, apparently naked but her backside was covered by one of the towels. However Marie was still blocked from view by the screen separating the two benches, so I looked around, and seeing another skylight I moved to it and was delighted to be able to see Marie clearly through the glass pane. The older of the two masseurs was beginning to work on Marie, meaning Julie had got the younger one, which again disappointed me but I watched anyway as the grey-haired Italian began to rub some sort of oil onto Marie's naked back. I laid there and observed for quite a while as he expertly worked his way along her arms and then down her back, until he was kneading the upper part of her bottom. He seemed to ask Marie something, presumably permission to move the towel and Marie must have given her assent because he drew the towel right down onto her thighs and then began to rub her ass cheeks with both hands, working them in a circular motion. Several times he paused, and drew downwards with his thumbs, skimming down the edges of her butt crack, before resuming the circular massage. Moving the towel back up, he moved his hands to her thighs, rubbing first down the hips and outsides of the thighs before turning his attentions to the back and then the insides. As he did so, Marie's legs slowly parted and I tried to judge from the position of the towel if the old man could see anything of Marie's pussy in-between. As he moved further down, onto her calves I got a bit of a surprise. Not from the masseur but from the person who stuck his head around the screen. Jean-Luca! He said something to Marie, who looked around sharply and then seemed to relax when she saw who it was. The masseur paused as Jean-Luca said something to Marie, who smiled and raised herself up onto her elbows to talk to him. From where I was I could clearly see the side of her breast hanging down, and while it was difficult to judge from the angle I was viewing from up above, I was sure that Jean-Luca was getting a good look at her breasts. Especially from the way he seemed to keep glancing downwards. If Marie was aware or bothered, she gave no sign and when Jean-Luca wiggled his hand at her, turning his thumb first up and then down, Marie replied to the gesture by giving him a big thumbs-up with one hand. When she did that, Jean-Luca must have got a good look at her breasts because I saw a definite look and a smile on the Italian's face. Then as he turned to leave, the hotel manager looked straight up at the skylight through which I was peeking and gave me an exaggerated wink. "Cheeky fucker," I muttered and then I heard Dan splutter as Jean-Luca must have gone to speak to Julie. "I don't believe it!" he whispered over to me. "What a bold bastard. He even winked at me." "And me." I told him. "It's only fair I suppose and besides, you showed him my wife's breast last night if you remember, so it's only right that he should something of your wife too." Dan was grinning. "Yeah, I guess." Then he jumped back from the skylight. "Whoa, she nearly saw me. We better go, I suppose." I looked through my skylight and saw why. Marie was laid on her back, towels covering her breasts and groin area and I really wanted to watch the rest of her massage but because she was directly below me, if she opened her eyes at all she would see me straight away and boy, would I be in trouble! "Damn, that was hot." I said as we walked back. "You should have seen him massage Marie's backside. He almost touched her pussy with his thumbs when he massaged her thighs and I'm sure he could see everything." "Just seeing another man touch Julie's body was incredible," Dan confessed quietly. "I got such a boner, and then that cheeky bastard came along and copped a right eyeful. I'll be having words with him when I find him." Hearing how it had turned Dan on to see Julie touched like that almost made me confess about what me and Julie had done last night, but I thought better of it and turned the subject to Jean-Luca instead. "There he is." The manager was behind the bar, serving a customer and gave us both a huge grin as we waited for the man to wander out of earshot with his drinks. "Did you enjoy?" he asked casually as he pulled us both a drink of coke. "Did you?" Dan asked right back. Jean-Luca laughed and turned to me. The Italian Job Ch. 02 "Your wife has great... What you say... Boobies?" Jean-Luca winked again. "They are very pale though - pink - they need some Italiano sunshine, but even so, you are a very lucky man." Then he turned to Dan. "But your Julie? Not so forward. Very shy. She stay on her front, so Jean-Luca see nothing." The Italian pulled a sad face. "She so pretty and big boobies too, but Jean-Luca no see. You a very lucky man too." His face turned back into the usual smiling, charming Jean-Luca and as he pushed the drinks towards us, I found it impossible to be angry with him. He had arranged the whole thing for us, given us the use of the hot tub last night, and provided the girls' treatments today all at no charge, so maybe he was due a bit of a treat himself. "Listen," I said to Jean-Luca. "I was going to ask if we could have the use of the hot tub again tonight? Just for tonight, I promise. And if you want to join us for drinks, you're more than welcome." Jean-Luca's face was doubtful until I mentioned the possibility of him joining us, and then he shrugged and said that he would sort it for us. But only for tonight - we couldn't keep doing this night after night; something which Dan assured him wasn't going to happen at all. Satisfied, Jean-Luca left us to wait for our wives with our much-needed refreshments. As we waited, Dan told me about Julie's massage. It sounded much like Marie's, but Julie hadn't let her masseur do her bottom. However, Dan was convinced that the young Italian had stroked the sides of her breasts as he massaged her sides. "I saw her flinch," he explained. "And the only reason for her doing that would be if he had rubbed her breasts. I saw him put his hands right underneath her sides, and then rub upwards." Dan made the motion with his hands in front of him, showing me what the masseur had done. "Surely, he must have felt quite a bit of her breast? And she didn't flinch at all the second time." "Maybe she liked it?" I offered. "He was quite a handsome young guy." "You think?" Dan said, and took a long drink of his coke. "Either way, it was hot to watch. I wonder what happened with the rest of the massage after we left." "Here's your chance to find out," I said as our wives finally appeared, joining us at the table with two drinks of their own. "Did you enjoy yourselves?" Dan asked and Julie beamed at him in way of reply. "It was... wonderful!" Marie exclaimed and I realised she was slightly tipsy, presumable from the champagne cocktails. Julie's face was flushed and I guessed that she too was slightly drunk. "We had a great time," Julie said. "I'll tell you about it when we get to our room." "Yes," said Marie. "We should head back too. We need to get ready if we're going out tonight." "And I could do with a shower and a... nap... that massage has made me tired." I saw Julie give Dan's knee a meaningful squeeze as she said the word nap, and Dan's eyes widened slightly. "See you in a bit," Marie said to Julie, and Dan gave me a wink as they headed into their hotel. Marie practically dragged me back to ours, and we literally threw our things on the floor and ran to the bed, tugging frantically at each other's clothes as we did so. There wasn't any foreplay. There didn't need to be. I was already as hard as a rock by the time we both jumped onto the bed, and Marie was so wet when I slipped my finger inside her that I didn't need to do anything further to turn her on. "Fuck me," she commanded as I shoved her on to her back, so I did, pulling her legs apart and not even taking a moment to look at her freshly shaven mound, I plunged my fully erect cock into her as hard and deep as I could. Only after several hard but slow thrusts did I lift her legs over my shoulders to look down and see the work of the waxing technician. Her pussy was completely bald and smooth, her labia were pink and puffy and her clit was firm and prominent, peeking out from between the folds which were wrapped around my shaft, slick with her juices as I pumped it slowly in and out of her. Marie's eyes were closed, her lips were parted and a red flush was covering the upper part of her chest, between and above her large, gently swaying tits. She was incredibly horny and not far from orgasming, but why? "What's got into you?" I said softly and her hands came around my backside, to pull me inside her faster and more urgently. "Fuck me," she whispered, not even opening her eyes. "Tell me. Is it the massage? Has it got you all horny, or is it the champagne?" Marie's legs slipped down from my shoulders as I put my weight on top of her and kissed her. Her thighs wrapped around my back, and her hands dug deeper into my bottom, urging me to screw her more and more insistently, but I resisted, demanding to know the source of her ardour. "It's just a mixture of everything," she finally confided, "the sun, the champagne, being all shaved and smelling nice for you, plus the massage was really relaxing and put me in the mood." "Nothing to do with Jean-Luca then?" I asked, fishing for information as though I didn't already know and I was surprised when Marie replied. "He walked in on us, you know? While we were having our massage, I decided to tease him a little by almost letting him see my boobs, but he just looked - as brazenly as you like!" Marie sighed into the crook of my neck and then nibbled my ear as she whispered, "It turned me on, thinking of what he had in his trousers as he looked at me. Naked, as I was, I couldn't help thinking about what it might be like..." "Really?" I gasped at how naughty she was being, but she just giggled and begged me fuck her properly now, and so I finally gave in and let myself screw her like she wanted. I did surprisingly well, lasting for a good ten minutes and bringing Marie to a shuddering orgasm before I finally shot my load deep into her newly bald pussy. I was dripping with sweat; we both were, by the time I slid off onto the bed next to her. "Wow," she said dreamily and I echoed her. "That was some session," I said, "So is that what really brought it on? Julie seemed really horny too, whisking Dan off like she did." "I guess she felt the same as me. Remember that was her first experience of anything like that. She probably just wanted to try out her new shaved fanny?" She giggled at herself before continuing. "Her masseur was quite sexy though, maybe that got her feeling a bit naughty." "What was your masseur like?" I asked innocently. "Horrible," Marie chuckled. "Really old. And he tried to feel my breasts too. He asked if I minded him touching them during the massage, but I stopped him. I didn't mind being topless though, in fact I let him take the towel off when he came to massaging my stomach and shoulders," she laughed out loud again, "I bet he got a hard-on looking at my boobs, the dirty old granddad!" I laughed with her, but then we didn't talk much after that. Post-sex tiredness washed over me, and I drifted off into a dreamless sleep before being woken up by Marie, I don't know how long later. "Get up! You need to get showered and ready." Marie was already nearly ready and looked stunning. She was wearing her blonde hair down and the way she was wearing it made it flow around her shoulders, curling over the cream top she was wearing. She wore a beige knee-length skirt and the outfit complimented her sun-kissed complexion perfectly. I looked at my watch and noticed that we were supposed to be meeting with Julie and Dan in less than an hour, so I jumped into the shower and got dressed in record time. We managed to get to the restaurant in time, and I slowed as we approached the table. Julie looked great in a pair of grey knee-length shorts and a pink vest top. The front of the vest was quite low, showing a touch of cleavage, so I positioned myself strategically opposite her, hoping for a glance or two at those fantastic breasts of hers. The meal was nice and as the wine flowed, the conversation did too. Julie and Dan, both usually non-drinkers, helped themselves to a couple of glasses and as had happened the night before, their low tolerance to alcohol made the drink's effect kick in quite rapidly. Marie's cream top was of a thin material which clung to her curves beautifully, and I saw a flush-faced Dan look at her chest several times. When Marie excused herself to go to the toilet, Dan's eyes followed her, quite obviously checking her out as she walked away from the table. "Sorry," Julie apologized to me with a wry smile, elbowing Dan as she did so. "My husband has forgotten his manners." "What?" Dan complained. "I was only looking?" "A little bit too much," Julie pointed out. "You're mentally undressing her, I can tell." Dan shrugged and I laughed. At least he was only mentally undressing my wife. I had done much worse things to his wife last night. Maybe Julie was thinking the same thing, because I caught her looking at me and her face turned bright red all of a sudden, so I changed the subject onto what we were going to do after the meal. Dan was telling Julie how we had secured the spa again tonight for us, to have a little party afterwards when Marie returned from the bathroom. "That sounds wonderful!" she said happily as she retook her seat. "I've brought our costumes this time." She patted the bag at the side of her chair, and Dan groaned in disappointment. "Damn! I had been hoping for a repeat of last night," he grinned. "I loved the whole wet underwear look..." "Dan!" That got him another elbow in the ribs from Julie, but a big laugh from both Marie and I. After the meals were finished and the bottles of wine were polished off, Marie asked Dan what we were doing about going to the spa. Dan told us to wait for him a few moments and headed off to find Jean-Luca, while Marie and I ordered one last round of drinks. Julie didn't have another but she didn't need it. Her eyes were already slightly glazed, and she was much more talkative than normal, but she wasn't as merry as Marie. I could tell my wife had already too much to drink, but I didn't care and let her order another vodka and coke. With a drunken Marie, anything could happen. Dan returned within minutes, grinning and swinging a key from his finger. "I got it. Let's go!" "Where's Jean-Luca?" Marie asked as she picked up her bag. "He had to check the spa was empty and it is, so it's ours all night, but he has some things to see to right now," Dan said, "He said he would drop by and see if everything is okay for us a bit later. Maybe even have a drink with us, but it will be later on." Marie didn't say anything, she just nodded. I didn't ask Marie why she was so interested in the hotel manager, but I had a rough idea, remembering the Italian's huge package and the look on Marie's face when she saw it. We headed to Dan and Julie's room first, which was just down the corridor from the hot-tub and the spa, to get changed into our bathing clothes. Julie and Marie disappeared into the bedroom, while Dan and I were left with the main living area to get ourselves ready. He produced a pair of black shorts from a drawer, and it was then that I realised that Marie still had my swimming shorts in her bag. The girls had only been in the bedroom a few minutes but I still knocked before entering, just in case. As I walked in I saw a topless Marie jump and quickly cover her breasts, but she relaxed when she saw it was only me. She was only topless, she had her skirt on still and I grinned in appreciation at her breasts as I asked her for my shorts. Julie had taken her top off, but still had her bra on - white and full-cup - but I thought I could just see the slightly darker circles of her nipples through the material. I quickly wrenched my eyes from Julie as Marie dug my shorts from her bag and passed them to me, and then I had one last stare at my topless wife's large breasts before she told me to go so they could finish getting ready. I left them to it, but I didn't quite shut the door, leaving it an inch or so open as I returned back to a totally naked Dan, who seeing me pulled his shorts up quickly, but not quick enough. I saw his cock for a moment, and I was surprised just how small it looked. I would guess it was a couple of inches long at most, although it was soft, and buried in a small bush of pubes which maybe made it look smaller. I hoped for his sake that he was a grower, and that it got a lot bigger when hard. "You just missed out there," I told him as I stripped off my shirt and trousers. "Marie was topless when I walked in." "Really?" Dan looked crestfallen. "Damn it. What about Julie?" "Just in her bra," I chuckled, "I should have left it a few more minutes. In fact, maybe if I have another quick look..." Dan looked at me puzzled, so I explained. "I left the door open a crack," I whispered and his face lit up as I walked to the door, in just my boxer shorts. When I looked through, Marie had her bikini top on, a dark green half-cup number with thin straps which tied at the back, but she still had her skirt on. She had her bottoms ready in her hand and was about to change into them but my eyes drifted to Julie, who was taking off her bra. Unfortunately she turned around, so that I could only see her back but I did get to see the side of her gorgeous, full breasts as she pulled her swimwear top on. Julie was wearing a two-piece bikini this time, but the top was much more conservative than Marie's. It was black, and vest-style, so that it covered her breasts fully and all the way downwards to her waist. As she pulled the top over her breasts she turned, so that I saw just the bottom of her tits but then she finished pulling it down and I had to duck out of view as she looked towards the door. Dan must have seen me jump back because he asked if they had seen me, but I told him that I didn't think so. "Move out of the way then," Dan had his swimming shorts on, making me realise that I was standing in just my revealing boxer shorts, so I stepped aside and as he looked through the door, I got changed into my own shorts. "Wow," gasped Dan, making me pause as I was stepping into them. "What?" I asked. "What's going on?" "Marie," Dan whispered, glancing at me. I saw his eyes head south, taking in my cock and I hastened to pull my shorts up as he continued. "She is very shaven, isn't she?" "Yeah," I confirmed, "Is she changing into her bottoms?" With my shorts on, I tried to push in for a look but he held me back. "Yeah, they both are," he said, "Your wife's got an awesome body. Whoa!" Dan jumped back, cannoning into me as the door opened and Julie came out, fully changed into her bikini. She looked at us suspiciously as we tried to look innocent. "What are you two up to?" she asked as Marie followed her out, now also changed into her two-piece swimsuit. "Probably spying on us," my wife said, looking at me with one eyebrow raised. I spluttered in indignation and shook my head in strenuous denial. "Come on. Let's get in the hot tub; I'm feeling a bit chilly in this little costume." She had her arms folded in front of her chest in at attempt at covering herself somewhat, although all it achieved was pushing her breasts together, creating some amazingly deep cleavage. I saw Dan staring, and so did Julie because she nudged him. "Let's go then," she said and Dan got the key and we headed to the spa. It was a slightly cooler evening, and so I enjoyed submerging myself into the hot, bubbling water. Marie and Julie jumped in first, followed by me and then finally Dan, who had hung back to get us some drinks. Placing the various bottles of beer and wine beneath a nearby bench, he slid himself into the tub and sighed at how nice it felt. We all had a drink; Julie even tried another glass of wine and was joined by Marie, whereas Dan and I had a beer each. Marie was very giggly and to be honest she was already drunk from the champagne earlier in the day and then the wine we had during the meal, but I didn't mind one bit - the situation was hot, and the drunker she got, the more fun tonight might get. I was hoping more that Julie might get a touch drunker too. She was looking flushed, and I was sure that it wasn't from the warmth of the pool or from being in her swimwear, in a hot tub with two relative strangers. We all relaxed and enjoyed our drinks for a short while, but before long the conversation began to flow once more, turning to the subject of the girls' spa experience this afternoon, and more specifically to our wives' massages and waxings. "What do you want to know?" Marie replied to Dan's question of what it had been like. Dan shrugged. "You know," he explained, "Did the waxing hurt? Was the massage nice? - that sort of thing..." "Well..." Marie and Julie looked at each other for a moment, and I was sure I saw a little smile exchange between them, "I definitely enjoyed the massage," my wife said, "but I would have enjoyed it more if I had Julie's masseur. He was rather lovely - much nicer than the dirty old granddad I had." Julie laughed, "Mmmm, my young man was nice, wasn't he?" "I'm glad you enjoyed it," Dan said, coolly ignoring his wife's teasing. Of course the girls didn't know that we had spied on them. "What about the waxing?" "I didn't find it too bad," Marie said, "But I've had it done before, so I knew what to expect. You should have heard Julie scream though!" "Hey! No fair," Julie reddened again, "It was my first time!" "First time?" Dan stopped her, "Do you mean you might have it done again?" Before Julie could answer, I had to ask the question that was in my mind. "Did you have the full waxing, Julie? Or did she leave you with just a strip?" Julie hesitated but just as she opened her mouth to speak, Marie and Dan both answered for her. "She had the full job," Marie said. "She's completely bare," Dan said at exactly the same time, making them look at each other and laugh. "I can speak for myself you know?" Julie told her husband before turning back to me. "Yes, I went for the full wax, and boy did it sting!" "Do you like it though?" I had to ask. Dan said something to Marie as I asked Julie the question, but my attention was fully fixed on his sexy wife. "Well yes, but it makes me feel a bit..." Julie was struggling for the correct word, "Exposed? Vulnerable?" I nodded. "I think I can understand that - if you're not used to it, I guess." "Hey! No way!" I heard Marie exclaim then, before bursting into a fit of giggles. I looked at Dan who raised his hands in innocence. "I just asked her what she had done," he explained. "And then you asked if you could have a look," Marie added, explaining her outburst. Julie punched Dan in the arm, but I defended him. "He's only asking and there's nothing wrong with asking. In fact, can I have a look at yours, Julie?" "No!" she said, giving me a playful punch in the arm instead. She gave me a lingering look though, and I wondered if she was thinking about last night when we made love. I knew I was. It struck me then that there was so much going on here that others didn't know - Dan didn't know that I had screwed his wife, and neither did Marie of course. The girls didn't know that we had seen them being massaged and also that Dan had already seen a glimpse of Marie's freshly-shaven pussy when he peeked at them getting changed. Plus Julie didn't know that Dan and Jean-Luca had almost talked Marie out of her underwear while we were together. My mind drifted to what she and I had done last night, that frantic fuck that I wouldn't mind repeating. "What's up?" Julie said, bringing me back to the here and now. "Nothing," I shook my head, "Just daydreaming a bit." I looked into Julie's dark eyes, trying to hint what exactly I had been daydreaming about and I saw her smile at me in return. The Italian Job Ch. 02 "I don't know why you're being so coy now," Dan was saying to Marie, and I realised that my wife and him were still talking while Julie and I secretly flirted. "I could more or less see everything last night, through those wet undies." "Yes, but seeing through my knickers and me actually getting naked is totally different," Marie complained. "Come on," Dan implored. "I'll get naked, if you will? You weren't so shy last night..." He left that comment hanging, and I knew what he was talking about, although Julie didn't. Marie had told me that last night he and Jean-Luca had talked her into getting one of her breasts out, and she had admitted that if I hadn't returned when I did, she might have gone further. Marie said that she had only done it because they were so persuasive and of course because she was drunk, but Dan was being pretty persuasive again and Marie was drunk again, so... "You first," Marie countered, but Dan told her that she had to go first, and the conversation continued on like this backwards and forwards between them for a couple of minutes, while Julie and I watched. Then I jumped as something brushed against my cock under the water. I looked at Julie, and she chuckled and put a finger to her lips. She had touched my cock through my shorts! I felt my penis twitch and stiffen as she rubbed it gently under the water, not gripping it or playing with as such, just playfully rubbing and brushing against it carefully, so that if Dan and Marie should look over, it would just seem as though Julie was waving her arms about under the warm, fizzy water. "Oh, okay then," Marie said finally and she climbed from the tub to sit on the edge. "You better get those shorts off though. You promise?" Dan nodded enthusiastically and I realised that my jaw was hanging open in surprise. Was she really going to show him her pussy? She parted her legs slightly then paused for a moment, looking at me as though for the go-ahead, so I nodded and smiled reassuringly at her. "Come on then," Dan encouraged her. He didn't even look at Julie, which surprised me. It was almost as though his wife wasn't there, but I didn't mind. Julie was still nudging and rubbing my ever-stiffening dick beneath the water, so maybe she didn't care either. Marie took a deep breath and spreading her thighs slightly further, she took hold of the top of her bikini bottoms and lowered it down so that we could see her totally bare mound. She pulled it down as far as she could, but stopped short of showing any of her slit, so inevitably Dan asked her if she was shaven all the way underneath. Marie nodded but he wanted proof, so letting go of the hem, she instead pulled them to one side at the crotch, exposing her hairless pink pussy lips. She held them like that for a minute while Dan stared, his eyes almost popping out of his head, but as soon as he moved towards her she let them go and jumped back into the water with a scream. "Wow - that's one nice pussy!" Dan said, then suddenly seemed to realise that his wife was present. He turned towards her, quickly backtracking. "Not as nice as Julie's, of course." Julie said nothing, just raised her eyebrows as he put his arm around her. "I still can't believe yours is shaved," he said to her then turned towards me, "It looks so hot." Julie had stopped touching my cock while Dan hugged her. "Can I see?" I asked, moving away to give them room. "Go on," Dan was grinning at her. "Show him - I dare you!" Even Marie got in on the act. "Go on Julie - be a devil," she said. Julie didn't know what to say, not even when Dan lifted her from the water and sat her on the edge of the tub. "Hey!" she exclaimed when he lifted her top to try and get hold of the hem of her black briefs. "Oh come on Julie," Marie giggled. "Dan's obviously seen it, and I've seen it already. There's only Craig who hasn't, and besides - you should be proud of your body - it's amazing! In fact, I hope my body is as good as yours, when I'm your age." Julie smiled at the compliment. "You really want to see?" she asked me and when I nodded she sighed in resignation. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Get me another drink, please Marie?" Marie grabbed a glass and filled it with wine, then passed it to Julie, who took a long swig before putting the glass down. She lifted her top up slightly and took hold of her bottoms, but then stopped and looked at Marie. "I can't do it. I'm too shy," she cringed. "Okay," my wife said, moving towards her, "Let me." Dan and I just stood there open-mouthed once more as Marie took hold of Julie's briefs at either hip and eased them down. Julie's fists were clenched and her eyes were squeezed tight shut in embarrassment as Marie pulled her bottoms down to just below her hips, revealing a pussy shaven every bit as bare as her own. There was a silence, broken eventually by me. "Oh my god," I breathed. "What do you think, Craig?" Dan asked. He was watching my reaction I realised, but I couldn't take my eyes off Julie's bare pussy. Last night it had been covered with a tangled triangle of dark hair, but now it was almost as smooth as Marie's. "Can I see it underneath too?" I asked Julie, and Marie didn't give her a chance to refuse, pulling her bottoms down to her knees. Julie yelped, and made a grab for them but a giggling Marie yanked them out of reach and down to her ankles. Then Dan moved to his wife's side, and pulled the thigh nearest to him to open her legs for me. Julie was blushing; her face was as red as a tomato, as her tight neat slit was exposed to all of us. "Wow," was all I could say. "I love it," said Dan, "it felt really strange when we made love earlier, almost like being with a different woman." "Do you think it looks as good on me as it does on Marie?" asked Julie, very shyly. "I think it does," said Marie, "I think it suits you." Dan nodded his agreement. "I'm getting a right hard-on," I admitted suddenly, which brought a laugh out of everyone, even Julie although she was blushing like a red traffic light. "Me too," admitted Dan with a smirk and a wink, but that just brought the inevitable reaction from Marie. "You've got a hard-on? I want to see it!" she screamed loudly, and when Dan laughed and shook his head, she stuck out her lip. "But you promised!" "I lied," he admitted, "But maybe if you get totally naked..." "Right!" Marie shouted and then jumped at him, obviously trying to pull his shorts down. As they frolicked in the tub, I looked over at Julie, who was just pulling her bottoms back up. She smiled at me shyly, and slid back into the water towards me but just as she got close, wine glass back in hand, Marie suddenly disappeared under the surface of the water with a huge splash. When she resurfaced, she spat a load of water out of her mouth, and screamed while a triumphant Dan whooped in delight. "Look at what I got!" he said, waving a pair of dark green bikini bottoms at me. "Give me those back," Marie said, making a grab for her briefs, but Dan tossed them out of the pool, causing them to land at the very far side of the hot-tub room. "Go get them if you want them," he said and when Marie asked me to go I refused, just laughing at her instead. Julie's hand brushed against my cock again, and this time she looked at me suddenly, her eyes wide. My cock was standing to full attention now, tenting my shorts out in front of me, and Julie must have been surprised to feel it like that. Marie moved one side of the tub, looking across the room at her discarded bottoms, presumably wondering how she could get them without having to get out of the water but Dan hadn't finished his game with her. He slyly snook up behind Marie and in one quick movement he grabbed one of the loose ends of her bikini ties and pulled it, causing the bow to pop open and her top to fall free. Marie screamed again as her breasts popped out and made a grab for the top, but as fast as lightning Dan yanked the bikini top through her hands and tossed it across the room also, to land next to the matching bottoms. "This isn't fair," Marie whined, covering her boobs with her hands and then dipping below the water so we couldn't see. "I'm naked!" "We know," Dan chuckled. "And you're not," Marie complained. "Maybe you should all get naked too. At least that would be fair. If not, please go and get my things." "I'm game," I offered, and Dan and Julie both looked at me slightly disbelievingly. "Come on," I said, "It'll be fun. Or are you both chicken?" "And I want to see your little friend," Marie teased Dan, bringing a very quiet little snigger from Julie. Dan looked at his wife, but she straightened her face and looked at him innocently. "Don't look at me," she said, "You started this." I actually felt slightly uncomfortable for some reason, and for a moment I wished I hadn't said what I just did, but then Dan seemed to make up his mind all of sudden. He shrugged, reached under the water and then produced his shorts in his hand. "Here you go," he said, and launched them across the room in the direction of Marie's bikini. I had started it, so I had to keep good to what I had said. I pulled my boxers down, feeling my erection spring free under the water and my shorts joined Dan's and Marie's, leaving just Julie with any clothing. I don't know whether the wine was getting to her or not, as she had just finished the latest glass, but she dipped down in the tub, and returned a minute later with her bottoms and top in hand. Being careful not to rise too high in the water, she tossed her things onto the room floor as well. She looked at her husband and then at me and I had to admit she was gorgeous. Her hair was wet now, which made her look even sexier, and even though I could only see her from the shoulders upwards, I wanted to ravish her right then and there. "Well, this is fun!" Dan said, and we all laughed out loud, which broke the slight tension and seemed to put everyone at ease. "I don't know about you," Julie said, "but I need a drink." The only problem was that the remaining drinks were out of reach of any of us. Julie looked at me, but there was no way I was getting out the pool with the hard-on that I was sporting. "You get it Dan," Marie said. "I still haven't seen your little friend, and you've seen my rude bits." "Julie?" Dan asked his wife, obviously embarrassed, but she shook her head. "You get it Marie - like you said, we've all seen you nude already, so you don't need to be shy." "Good grief, you're all so pathetic," Marie sighed and she climbed out of the tub onto her knees, the water running from her naked body. The drink was only a couple of yards away, so she just kneeled over, crawling a little way and reaching out to grab a few bottles and rolling them to us. What she didn't realise was that the way she was bent over completely exposed her bottom, and when she grabbed one of the remaining wine bottles, her legs parted, giving me and Dan a perfect view of her shaven snatch from behind. It looked great, her pink lips made even more prominent by the total lack of pubic hair. I looked at Dan, noting that he was staring at the same thing as me, when suddenly I felt a touch on my cock again. This time of course, there was no material between Julie's hand and my penis, and she took the opportunity of her husband being distracted and my wife looking the other way, to curl her hand around and squeeze it for a moment. She slowly moved her hand away, all too soon, as Marie slithered back in to the tub alongside me. "I think Dan liked that view," I said, reacting to the look on his face. "Julie's turn to fetch the next round." "No way," Julie laughed and then she poked her husband in the ribs. "And you shouldn't have been staring at Marie's bottom like that." "It wasn't her butt I was staring at," he said, eliciting a rather firmer poke from his wife. "You're naughty," Marie told him off. "I bet you've got a right hard-on now, haven't you?" Dan nodded, and Marie moved her arm towards his groin, reaching out under the water. "Oooooh!" she cooed. "He has as well!" Julie laughed, as did I, as Marie tried to coax him out of the water so she could see his little friend, as she kept referring to his cock. "Come on, big mouth," I told him. "Put your money where your mouth is. Marie and Julie have showed us their fannies, so what's up? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It didn't look that small when I saw it earlier while we were getting changed." That was a little white lie, but I really wanted to progress what was going on here, and I knew Marie would be nice to him no matter what, and the ego boost might be good for him. Dan looked at me appraisingly as though trying to decide whether I was being sincere, then reached up and pulled himself onto the hot-tub edge. His cock was erect now, I guessed it was probably about four inches or so in length, and it was sticking straight up, through his wet matted pubes, flat against his belly. "Hurrah," Marie said, "Finally!" She leaned in for a closer look. "Aww, it's so cute!" I heard Julie softly chuckle, and once again her hand wrapped itself around my cock for an all-too-brief squeeze. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and gave me a smile, before turning her attention back to her husband, who was being examined closely by Marie. "Can I touch?" she asked, turning towards Julie. I almost laughed with the irony of it as Julie answered, "Be my guest," and Marie reached out gingerly and with her first finger and thumb, pulled his cock down almost to the horizontal and then let go. His dick responded by snapping straight back to his groin - it was that erect. I wondered if the poor guy might cum at any moment, as Marie did the same movement a few more times, laughing in delight every time his cock sprung back to the vertical, making a slapping sound as it hit the skin of his lower belly. "Boing!" said Marie as she did it one last time. "That's so funny. Craig's doesn't do that, his flaps around all over the place, doesn't it?" "Does it?" Julie enquired with an amused look in her eyes. "Yeah, show us," said Dan, obviously trying to divert some of the attention from him to me. "Are you hard?" Marie asked as she moved back to me and away from Dan for the first time in a while. She reached under the water and grabbed my hard dick in her hand. "Yep," she confirmed to the others, "I thought so." Julie was next to Dan now, and he took a moment as he slipped back into the water to kiss her on the cheek. She replied by turning her head so that his kiss met her lips. I watched them kiss quite passionately, and felt a wave of envy pass through me for a split second, before Marie's face moved into my line of vision. "Can I have a kiss too?" Her hand hadn't left my cock, in fact she was pulling and stroking me slowly and so I leaned in and kissed her, moving my hands south to her backside. Marie's kiss grew fiercer, and her hand began to wank me quite vigorously under the water, so I moved my hand around to the front of her groin and slipped a finger into her folds. I wasn't surprised when I discovered her pussy to be hot and wet, despite being in the water of the hot-tub. As our kiss continued, I rubbed her clit and Marie's breathing grew heavy, her hand still playing with my cock and I was just starting to get into our mutual masturbation session when I suddenly realised that Dan and Julie had ceased kissing and were watching us. "Oops," I said, breaking the kiss, and moving away from Marie slightly. Marie had gone bright red, as it must have been obvious by the movement of our arms what we had been doing to each other. "Don't stop on our account," smiled Dan but Marie was a bit flustered, and said she needed another drink. "Me too," said Dan, but while there was wine aplenty, me and him had polished off the last few beers. Marie had put the wine bottle next to the pool, and she topped up her glass and Julie's, but when she offered Dan some, he refused. "I don't like it. Julie, would you go get us some beers from the room?" "But..." Julie started to say but Dan cut her off. "Me and Marie have been seen butt naked, but you and Craig..." he pointed out. "I'll go," I offered, "I'm not embarrassed." I still had a bit of a hard-on from Marie's wanking, but the awkward moment just before had caused it to wilt slightly, so I climbed out of the pool, and wrapped one of the robes around me, but before I did, Marie gave me a huge round of applause. "Thank you," I said, and letting the robe fall open, I gave them a dramatic bow. "Okay, stop showing off, big dick," Dan said, waving me away. "That's not big," Marie told him. "No?" said Julie, who was looking at my penis quite blatantly, until I wrapped the robe around me once more. "Oh no," Marie revealed. "I've been with a few men bigger than Craig." "How many guys have you been with again? You told us last night but I've forgot." enquired Dan. "I'm not saying I've been with lots of men," Marie confessed. "I've been with a few - not that many - but what I'm saying is that I've been with bigger and smaller than Craig." "Smaller than me?" Dan asked. "Erm, yes," Marie confided, "I've been with one, maybe two who were smaller. And one of them was pretty good too. He didn't have much, but he knew how to use what he'd got. And besides, yours isn't that small." "It isn't?" Dan said and Marie reassured him that it wasn't, like I knew she would. "It's not big either, but what's important is that you use what you do have. I bet you know how to use it well." Marie turned to Julie. "Does he?" Dan's wife seemed a bit taken aback at the direct question. "Well, yes. He's kept me satisfied all these years, so..." "There you go," Marie splashed water at Dan and laughed, "See? You're a stud! Maybe a little stud, but a stud all the same!" "So there's hope for me yet?" Dan said cheekily as he splashed her back, causing him to get a look from Julie and a laugh from Marie. "I'll come with you," said Julie suddenly. I had been hoping she might, but there wasn't any way I could ask her without raising some sort of suspicion from either of our spouses. "Yay! Naked Julie! Naked Julie! Naked Julie!" Marie was chanting and clapping her hands, daring Julie to get out of the tub and I looked at my wife to see her neck the final dregs of wine from her glass. Immediately Dan topped it up for her, even though she had obviously had too much already. My glazed-eyed wife was standing up now, her large breasts bobbing about on the surface of the water and her nipples were hard and erect. Dan's eyes strayed to them as he passed her the fresh glass of wine, which she took from him with a murmured and slightly slurred 'thank you.' I offered Julie a hand which she took gratefully and I helped her climb out of the hot tub, bringing another whoop from Marie. It was the first time Julie had showed herself naked to us, and she tried unsuccessfully to cover her sizable breasts with one hand, while trying to hide her newly shaven pussy with the other. "Give us a twirl," Marie shouted. "Show Craig your pussy, Julie," Dan said, "It's totally bald." But Julie just shook her head, and laughed at him. "I feel really different," she said. "Like a little girl again or something." "You get used to it," Marie said, draining another half glass or so of wine, in a big gulp before speaking again. "It looks great though, on you I mean. Suits you." "I agree," grinned Dan and I noticed then that him and Marie were very close again, in fact she was leaning against him and I realised that I couldn't see Dan's hands, just as Marie jumped slightly, as though he had touched her somewhere. I saw her glance at him, and then she moved further sideways towards him, almost in front of Dan and as though she was sitting on his knee. As Julie wrapped herself up in the robe that I passed to her, I kept an eye on our two partners, and I saw Marie squirm slightly again, obviously at something that was going on under the water. I tried to look through the water but I couldn't see anything through all the bubbles. I heard Marie whisper something and as she shifted again I could only guess that Dan was maybe trying to touch her pussy or something. The Italian Job Ch. 03 As soon as we were through the door and into their room, Julie pressed herself against me, her lips locking against mine in a hot kiss. I didn't resist, kissing her back and almost tearing the robe in my haste to get her naked, and she did the same to mine, dragging it from my shoulders and tossing it to the floor. "If they're going to flirt like that, then let them," she breathed, before kissing me again. Her hands were all over me as we walked clumsily into the bedroom. As we toppled on to the bed, I stopped the kiss. "We shouldn't do this again," I said, although I didn't really mean it. "It serves them right," Julie said, before pulling my head back down to hers. "Don't you want to?" I didn't answer her, I kissed her again and then moved my mouth down her neck to her upper chest, pausing to savour her full breasts, licking and sucking her nipples. Julie moaned with pleasure as I moved down further and across her belly until I reached her freshly shaven pussy. Last night it had been covered with dense dark hair, but now it was completely bare. I pushed her thighs apart, revealing her smallish and surprisingly tight slit which I kissed and licked, enjoying the smooth feeling, and then pushed my tongue inside her thin, pink pussy lips, licking upwards and then crushing my mouth against her swollen clit. "Oh my..." she whispered, "Oh, please fuck me now..." It was all happening too quickly, but I knew this had to be a quickie because Marie and Dan would be wondering where we were if we spent too long here again alone, so I swiftly moved upwards and I was quite shocked when Julie reached down and grabbed my cock. "Come on," she whispered urgently in my ear, so I pushed forward and slid my hard cock straight into her. She was wet from both her own arousal and from my licking, so I slipped into her without much resistance and as soon as I started to move inside her, Julie began to groan and buck her hips in rhythm with my movements. I looked at the gorgeous older woman beneath me, her eyes half closed in pleasure, and decided to fuck the hell out of her. She deserved it - she had only ever been with the small-dicked Dan, and although I wasn't all that much bigger, my extra inch certainly seemed to have a positive effect on her and I wanted her to enjoy that to the fullest. As I raised myself up, to better my angle and depth of penetration, she widened her thighs still further, raising her knees and wrapping her legs around me to draw me deeper into her. I began to pump into her as deep and as hard as I could, trying not to just pummel away but to grind against her with every thrust to stimulate her clit. I really wanted her to enjoy this but then just a few minutes later, and just as Julie seemed to be approaching her orgasm there was a click from behind us as the door opened. I froze, and Julie's eyes shot wide open. I didn't know whether to jump off or not but it was too late anyway - whoever was standing behind us - Marie or Dan, or both of them - would have known what we were doing even if I had leapt off Julie straight away. With Julie being naked on the bed with her legs wide open and me also nude with a huge still-wet hard-on - it wouldn't take much guessing really. Slowly I turned around with my cock still inside Julie, who craned her neck to look around me. To say I was shocked when I saw who it was would be a huge understatement. "What is happening?" said Jean-Luca, the handsome Italian hotel manager. "Ah, I think I understand now. But..." he looked confused for some reason as his voice trailed off. I moved to grab my robe and tossed the other to Julie, who was still laying on the bed, legs open with everything on view. "Listen, Jean-Luca, please close the door," I said, my mind working fast. With the door shut, I decided to try and appeal to his good side, man to man. "Please don't say anything to Dan or Marie." He didn't say anything, just listened to me as I tried to convince him that this was just a drunken bit of holiday fun and that we didn't want to ruin our marriages or anything. His attention switched from me to Julie, causing her to suddenly shut her legs and wrap herself in the robe as though she had only just realised what state she was in. "Do you want me to keep this a secret?" he asked Julie, and she nodded dumbly, tears in her eyes. Suddenly I felt terrible for taking advantage of her. What had I done? "Think of our marriages," she implored with the hotel boss. "I will stay quiet," he reassured her then turned to me. "I cannot blame you, she is very sexy. Your wife is sexy too, but Julie - she is experienced. Mature, and that is sexy, no?" I nodded and he turned back to Julie. "Your husband, he is only small and you have no other men in the past, no? Craig here - he is bigger and younger?" Julie's nodded at the Italian's attempt to understand us, but Jean-Luca continued. "But not as big as me." I should have guessed where he was going with this. He dropped his shorts, as I knew he would, exposing a long, thick and dark-skinned dick. It was longer semi-hard than mine was fully-hard, hanging down maybe six inches or so and it stiffened and grew even bigger as he walked towards Julie, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with the robe wrapped loosely around her. "What do you think you're doing?" she said, looking slightly alarmed as the semi-naked Italian walked up to her. "Let me show you how it feels to have a really big man," purred Jean-Luca, "and I'll keep your secret." Julie looked first at me, then at Jean-Luca who was standing in front of her, stroking his huge cock to its full size until it stood out horizontally in front of him. I estimated that it was at least eight inches, maybe even as big as anything Marie had taken, according to what she had told me about her past lovers. Julie's eyes drifted downwards to his cock and then back up at him. "This isn't fair, it's... blackmail," she said weakly, knowing she was trapped. "And what are you doing to your partners is fair?" challenged Jean-Luca, to which Julie had no answer. He reached out and tugged at the front of her robe and when Julie tried to stop him, he asked her again. "Well is it? Fair? How do you think they would react if they knew?" Julie released the robe, and Jean-Luca pulled it away, exposing her large, hanging breasts. I felt bad for Julie but I couldn't think of a way out of the predicament we found ourselves in, short of getting into a fight with the guy. Then I realised that the thought of seeing Julie - so previously innocent - being screwed by this bastard with his monster cock, turned me on, and so much to my shame I didn't say anything to help her. "Maybe you should do this Julie. It's just sex," I suggested, causing her to look at me again, concern and nervousness in her eyes. When she still didn't say anything, Jean-Luca pulled her robe right off, and then pushed the now-naked Julie onto her back. His cock looked like a spear, jutting out from his groin as he joined her on the bed. Julie's hands moved to her pussy, for some reason covering herself down there rather than try to hide her breasts. I remembered her saying that being shaven bare made her feel exposed and vulnerable, and so I guessed that was the reason why. Jean-Luca grabbed her wrists firmly and moved her hands away. "Very nice," he said with a wicked grin. "Big tits and a shaven cunt too." Julie whimpered as he released her hands but she didn't try to cover herself again. He pushed one, then two fingers inside her, making her whimper again but this time in pleasure. "Good. You've got her wet for me. Now fuck off Craig," he said, and then turned back to Julie, who submissively opened her legs as he moved between them. Her moist pussy glistened as Jean-Luca aimed himself at her tight hole. Then he saw that I was still standing there watching. "I said fuck off. In fact, perhaps you should go and see what your wife is doing." What did he mean by that? I left the room, but when I heard Julie gasp, I returned briefly to the doorway, easing the unlocked door open enough to peek through. Jean-Luca was already fucking Julie, and quite brutally too, causing her legs to shudder with every powerful thrust. All I could see was his backside moving up and down, but I could hear Julie grunting with every pump, as she took a truly big cock for the first time in her life. I hoped she was okay, but then I heard her murmur 'Yes, oh yes!' and I guessed she was probably more than okay. I left them to it, and returned to the spa, only to find the hot tub empty, even though it was still switched on and bubbling away. Where were Dan and Marie? I looked around me, taking stock of things. There were two bathrobes on the floor, which must be theirs, so they couldn't have gone far. Perhaps Dan had gotten tired of waiting for me to return with the beers and they had gone to get some from somewhere else. But wouldn't they have needed their robes? And I hadn't been that long, thanks to Jean-Luca. There were a couple of different exits leading out of the spa to the different treatment rooms and I started towards one of them but as I approached I heard something. It sounded like Marie's voice but very quiet and muffled. It was coming from a set of double doors to my right, and as I walked towards them I heard it again, but it wasn't Marie talking. She was moaning, very quietly, but definitely moaning. Were they doing what I thought they were? The double doors had two panes of glass in them and I cautiously peered through. The room beyond the doors was the massage room, I realised noticing the familiar benches where Marie and Julie had received their massage this afternoon. I still couldn't see my wife anywhere, but I could hear her, along with a soft slapping sound which confirmed my suspicions. She was having sex with someone in there. I eased the door open and looked around, trying not alarm them while listening to see if I could identify where they were. "Yes, that's it," I heard Marie whisper softly and I looked at where the sound was coming from. A row of screens blocked out a section of the room off to one side, so I tip-toed up the end screen in the row. There was a smallish space between that and the wall, big enough for me to squeeze into, and because the screen wasn't pushed right up to the end wall there was a thin gap through which I could see some shadows moving. Carefully, I put my eye to the gap and even though I was prepared for seeing Marie having sex because of the noise, what I saw still shocked me. Maybe it was because it was my wife, or maybe it was because she was riding Dan with such abandon, but it rocked me to the core. Dan was laid out completely naked on the floor on what looked like a yoga mat and Marie was straddling him, rocking her hips backwards and forwards in time with his upwards movements. She had her hands held forward and he was holding them, helping to keep her balance as she urgently rode him. I felt a twinge of jealousy right then, which I knew I shouldn't because I had screwed Dan's wife last night and tonight, albeit too briefly, so in an ironic way this was only fair. I thought about stopping them, or maybe even joining in, but something kept me hidden there, watching entranced as they made love. Marie was sweating and flushed and after a few minutes she stopped to catch her breath. Dan let go of her hands and she ran them through her hair as she stretched sexily, arching her back and causing her breasts to lift and jut out in front of her. Dan's hands immediately went to them, cupping and squeezing them and making Marie giggle with pleasure as he stroked her pink, erect nipples. Then he rolled her off the top of him and turned her on to her back. As they changed position, I saw his dick, small and stiff and even now jutting upwards at a sharp angle. When I'm erect, my cock hangs almost on the horizontal, but Dan's stuck almost straight upwards. Marie willingly laid flat, spreading her legs wide to accommodate him as he positioned himself between her thighs. I could see her pussy, so pink and puffy and wet that I wanted to get up and fuck her myself but instead I stayed concealed where I was and just watched. Dan lowered himself on to her, his hand beneath him guiding his four-inch cock into my wife and then he allowed himself to lie on top of her and they started to kiss. After a moment, his backside began to rise and fall and Marie began to moan gently against his lips in response. Because I hadn't had chance to cum with Julie, I was feeling more and more horny as I watched them fuck. As Dan started to screw her faster, I couldn't help but reach beneath the dressing gown I was wearing and I started to softly stroke myself. The sight of Marie being screwed by this stranger got me so aroused, and although I knew it was wrong, before too long I was tugging on myself every bit as hard and fast as what Dan was humping Marie. "I want you deeper," she moaned. Her hands were on Dan's arse now, trying to pull him further inside her. Dan responded by pumping into her that bit harder, but still she complained. "Harder," she breathed, "Deeper." Dan pounded into her, so hard that a sweat was breaking out on his back, I noticed, but Marie still wasn't impressed. "No," she said, "Do me from behind; maybe I will feel you more." She got up as an out-of-breath Dan rolled off her, moving onto all fours and then Dan knelt behind her and pulling his taut dick downwards, he shoved himself inside her roughly. "That's it," she said, "Fuck me now." So Dan did. He put his hands on her shoulders and began to pump her rapidly from behind. Because of his lack of size and Marie curvy bottom, he couldn't withdraw too far before thrusting back into her. The first time he did, his dick popped out, and a frustrated Marie almost screamed at him to put it back in. Even when he did, she wasn't that happy. "No, no," she whined, "I need it to be bigger." She turned around, laying on her front before him, and took his cock in her mouth. I watched as she started to suck him, working her mouth up and down his short length, her tongue licking and flicking against his circumcised tip as she pulled away temporarily. Dan's hands went to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair, and he pulled her back on to him, shoving his dick fully into her mouth. Marie could only just deep throat me, but with Dan being an inch or so smaller, she could easily take his full length inside her mouth. His eyes were closed in pleasure as he started to bob her head forward and backwards until Marie pushed him away again. She took his cock in her hand, and stroked him rapidly. "Come on," she urged his dick, "Get bigger." "You do like big dicks, don't you?" Dan chuckled. Her derogatory comments on his manhood did nothing to upset Dan. I wasn't sure but I thought he might even be enjoying her teasing him so. "Yes, the bigger the better for me," giggled Marie. She carried on pumping her hand on his shaft, cajoling him to grow just a bit longer for her but then she jumped as a noise echoed around the otherwise empty room. So did I. In my excited state, preoccupied by watching Dan and Marie screwing, I had completely forgotten about Julie and Jean-Luca, and it was the Italian that strolled into the room. He was fully dressed again as he walked straight in and towards the screens that were concealing Dan and Marie from view. That made me wonder for a second - how did he know where they were? Had he seen them before he came to Julie and I? Had he even brought them here, maybe even set the screens up for them? My mind was whizzing with possibilities but then I realised that Julie wasn't with him. A moment of panic swept through me at what Julie might do if she caught Dan and Marie like this, but she wasn't here. I hoped she was okay. She was probably just getting over the intense screwing that I imagined Jean-Luca to have given her. I don't know if Jean-Luca saw me or not as he walked past and around the screens, but if he did then he didn't acknowledge me at all, he just strode around the partitions to where Marie and Dan were frozen, waiting to see who it was. "Oh, it's you," said a relieved Dan, "For a moment I thought it was Craig or Julie." "Sorry," apologized the Italian. "I did say I would warn you though before they came back, but don't worry they're not coming back just yet." "So where are they?" said Marie. Dan was still kneeling up, his still-hard dick standing upright, almost touching his belly as Marie had let go of it the moment she heard the doors open and close behind Jean-Luca. She was kneeling up, sat on her haunches with her legs together, so her pussy was hidden but her breasts were in full view of the hotel manager, and strangely she made no attempt at all to cover up. "They're just sitting in your room, chatting and generally getting cosy," Jean-Luca lied smoothly. "I had a drink with them; in fact I think your wife is a bit tipsy, Dan." "Oh. Right," said Dan. I could tell he was a bit unconvinced and was probably wondering what the hell was going on, but Jean-Luca put him at ease just then. "I told them that you were having fun just relaxing in the tub, and talked them into staying in the room for a while," Jean-Luca was an exceptionally good liar, "I was stalling them so you could do this. I only came back to tell you that they will be in there for a little while longer yet. They are in the middle of talking about something or other - I didn't understand it - and they were opening another bottle of wine, so we are safe for a while yet, yes?" I picked up on the word 'we' in the last part of what he said. We are safe. Who were we? Was Jean-Luca involving himself in this? Had he been involved before he left? My mind was still whizzing. And where was Julie? "Great," said Dan, who obviously felt much better after hearing Jean-Luca's convincing little story. "Okay," said Marie simultaneously. She also looked a bit more relaxed now and was just about to say something further when the Italian interrupted her. "So haven't you fucked her yet?" he asked Dan. Of course the way he had caught them, it looked like they were in the foreplay stages, with Marie stroking him. Jean-Luca took off his shirt, revealing his sculpted and tanned torso. "Oh, hell yeah," said Dan. "We were just..." Jean-Luca kicked off his sandals, and started to unbuckle his belt. "But you came already? And she is trying to get you hard again? Looks like she managed it too." He pointed at Dan's upright dick before pulling his trousers down and off. "Wha... what are you doing?" Marie stammered at the Italian who was standing in just a pair of tight, black boxers. Jean-Luca didn't say anything, he just smiled. Dan's mouth was working as though he was about to say something, but didn't know quite what "I don't know about this," Marie said as Jean-Luca dropped his shorts, and kicked them off. His huge cock was soft again, and I was all too aware that it had just been inside Julie a few minutes ago. "Hey, come on," purred Jean-Luca, "Your husband won't find out, I guarantee it." "We haven't finished," said Dan, suddenly finding his voice again. "We were just about do it again," but it was his turn to be ignored this time. "You said I was a real man," said Jean-Luca, reminding her of her words last night. He took hold of his cock and waved it at her. "This is a real cock, no?" Even soft, he was packing six inches and it flopped about as he waved it, which looked vaguely comical, but Marie wasn't laughing. Her eyes were drawn downwards and she reddened slightly as she stared at his dick. Dan blushed too, and looked down at his own cock briefly, which was softening visibly. "But..." Marie said as Jean-Luca knelt down in front of her and Dan, who was standing beside her. The Italian Job Ch. 03 "You invited me to join you," the Italian interrupted again as he cupped one of Marie's breasts in his hand, stroking it and squeezing it, before moving to the other one and doing the same. "So here I am." "I couldn't do it for her," Dan confessed to Jean-Luca, then turned to Marie, "Could I?" "Stop that. You were... okay," Marie tried to reassure him but Jean-Luca sniggered. "Okay?" he asked with a smirk on his face. He looked down at Dan's cock, which was just starting to harden again. "Okay is not good, my friend. Not good at all." Jean-Luca put a finger beneath Marie's chin, and lifted her face to look at him. "You are a beautiful woman, Marie," he said seductively, "You deserve to be happy, and looked after properly." Marie smiled shyly and looked down, but he lifted her face again and leaned forward to kiss her. Marie drew back slightly, but he moved his hand to behind her head and pulled her forward until their lips met. And that was that. The kiss was mostly Jean-Luca at first; Marie was stiff, but not trying to push him away. Then she began to reciprocate, kissing him back passionately. Her hands went to his chest, feeling the smooth muscles beneath his sun-darkened skin, and then Jean-Luca pushed her backwards until she was laid out once more on the yoga mat. He lay down next to her, and they resumed kissing, only now his hands were at her breasts, squeezing and stroking once more. Dan was fully hard again as he sat there watching them make out. I wondered if he might get up and go to find his missing wife, but he didn't. He watched, as avidly as me, as their passion increased in front of him. Jean-Luca was leaning over Marie as they kissed. One of her hands was on his back; the other was tangled in his hair, holding his head close. Jean-Luca's hand wandered down across her belly to between her thighs, where he started to tease and stroke her bare pussy lips. Marie opened up her legs to give him better access, which also gave me a better view of what he was doing to her. He rubbed his finger around her wet clit, making her legs tremble slightly, and then slipped a finger into her. I saw Dan move to the side slightly, so he could see better also. Again, I felt a twinge of jealousy that someone else was getting to enjoy my wife, but this time there was also a hint of annoyance in that Dan was letting this happen. In fact he seemed to be enjoying it, judging by the arousal that was evident at his groin. "Suck it," Jean-Luca said then, rising to his knees and moving towards Marie's head. I expected my wife to show reluctance but she surprised me yet again by reaching out eagerly and guiding his swelling cock into her mouth. I watched from my hiding place as Marie took Jean-Luca into her mouth and began to suck him to his full hardness. As she worked his cock, I wondered if she could taste Julie's juices on there, or if she hadn't noticed in her drunken, horny state. Jean-Luca curled his fingers into her blonde hair as Dan had done and started to fuck her mouth quite roughly, making Marie gag a couple of times. His dick looked twice as long as Dan's and she simply couldn't fit it all in. Every time he pushed it too deeply, she coughed and pushed him away with a hand. Jean-Luca never apologized; he just gave her a second to recover and then eased her head back onto his long, thick manhood. Marie actually seemed to be getting into it, enjoying herself even, when Jean-Luca pulled away from her and without any warning grabbed her leg and pulled her around so that she was laid out in front of him, legs spread. Marie said nothing as he laid himself upon her, and in one quick movement shoved himself into her. She gasped as he first entered her, and then let out a long, low moan, unlike any sound that Dan had produced from her. In fact, I couldn't even remember her making that noise ever with me. From where I was sitting, directly behind them, I could see his balls slap against her bottom and then as he pulled away I could see his cock sliding out of her tight, pink hole. It looked so hot, to be able to actually see him entering her that I thought I might shoot my load so I let go of my cock, which I had been pulling on for the past few minutes. They fucked like that for a while, then Jean-Luca moved Marie onto all fours and started to screw her from behind. This time Marie was facing me, but there wasn't any danger of her seeing me because she had her eyes closed in pleasure as Jean-Luca banged into her from behind. "That's it. Ah - oh, yes... yes..." Marie groaned and moaned as he screwed her deeply and steadily from behind while Dan watched. He was slowly stroking himself now, slowly I supposed because he didn't want to cum either. I was so intent on Marie, watching her large, hanging tits swinging beneath her that I didn't look at Jean-Luca, but when I did I got a bit of a shock. He was staring right at me with a wide smirk on his face. He knew I was there! He either saw me when he first walked in but chose to ignore me, or he had spotted me peeking through the gap. Whichever it was, the cheeky bastard was rubbing it in now; the fact that he was fucking my gorgeous wife. Then he gave her a couple of really hard thrusts, and even had the nerve to wink at me as Marie cried out in response. Dan moved and at first I thought he was just shifting sideways for a better look but then I realised that he was moving towards her head for a blowjob. Marie didn't say a thing as he offered her his cock, in fact she opened his mouth for him, and Dan gratefully shoved his dick in there. Dan's backside was blocking my view now as she sucked him, and because my cock was absolutely throbbing, I decided I should go and find Julie. It was in my mind firstly to check that she was okay, and secondly to perhaps fuck her again, not only to relieve myself but also to get my own back at Dan who was having so much fun tag-teaming my wife. I tiptoed away, being careful not to disturb the party going on behind the screens, and crept through the double doors that led back into the room with the hot-tub. Just as I entered the room, so did Julie from the other side. "Are you okay?" I asked her, noting that she was fully dressed. Her hair was wet and tied back, so I guessed she had just showered. "I'm fine," Julie said, slightly distracted. She was looking at the empty hot-tub, her brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Where are Dan and Marie?" This was going to be difficult. I tried to stall things by ignoring the questions for a moment. "I'm sorry I left you like that. Are you sure you're okay?" Julie continued staring at the hot-tub still bubbling away. "It's fine. I'm fine. Really, it was... quite something. Their bathrobes are still here, so where are they?" I shrugged and continued to stall her. "You've been a while. I was starting to worry about you, so I thought I would come and see if you were okay," I said. If I could keep her here for long enough, maybe they would come back, somehow covered up or... "I had a shower, because I was a bit... yucky." Julie looked confused. "Where are they?" "Marie is in the treatment room," I said, nodding my head in the direction of the double doors. I couldn't stall her any longer without making it too obvious or appearing more ignorant than I already did. "And Dan?" she said softly. "He's in there too," I conceded. "What happened with Jean-Luca then?" One final stalling tactic. "After I left?" "I'll tell you later," Julie said, walking past me towards the double doors, "Is Jean-Luca in there too?" "Yes," I caught her by the hand, stopping her before she could walk through the doors. "He's with Marie. With Marie, if you know what I mean." "Really?" asked Julie. She didn't look that surprised. "And Dan?" "I... er - no. He's in there with them, but he's not... well I don't think he is..." My words tumbled over each other. I really didn't know what to say or how tell Julie that I had been in there watching them. "I've seen them, but they didn't know I was there. I had to sneak out to come and find you..." "Okay," Julie stopped my babbling explanation. She walked slowly to the double doors, pulling me along with her and peered cautiously through the glass windows. "I don't see them." "They're at the far end," I explained. "Behind the screens. I was on the other side, but I could see them through a gap." Just as I finished, I heard Marie moan quite loudly and I looked at Julie to see if she had heard. She must have, because her eyes opened slightly wider, before she asked me to show her. I took the lead, pulling her along rather than the other way around, and as quietly and as stealthily as we could, we headed through the doors. As soon as Julie and I entered the treatment rooms, we could hear the sounds of sex; Marie's heavy breathing, punctuated by soft moans and the slap, slap, slap of flash on flesh. Julie looked at me slack-jawed, and then mouthed, 'I can't believe it' to herself. I guided her towards and into the small space between the last screen and the wall, and oh, so slowly put my eye near the gap to look through. I wanted to look first because if Dan was fucking Marie then I wanted to warn Julie beforehand, to try and soften the blow. But he wasn't. Marie was laid on her back, or on her shoulders to be more precise because Jean-Luca had her legs spread wide and looped up over his shoulders as he fucked her slowly but deeply. Each time he pulled away, he slowly withdrew his cock almost all the way out, until the tip was just nestling in her swollen pink folds, and then he hammered it in hard, all the way to the hilt, before teasingly drawing back again for another thrust. The look on Marie's face was one of pure ecstasy and as I looked at her I noticed a smallish amount of drying cum on her face, smeared on her chin and cheek. That would explain why Dan was just sitting next to the love-making pair, and why his dick was small and limp, despite him trying to coax back it into life with one hand. "Let me see," breathed Julie into my ear, and I felt her hand on my shoulder, so I moved aside somewhat so we could both look. "Jean-Luca's fucking Marie," I whispered as quietly as I could as she put her eye to the gap also, as though I really needed to tell her that anyway with the sounds coming from the far side of the screens. "Wow, she's loving that, look at her face," Julie said softly, "She's got some... stuff... on her face. Can you see?" "I know," I couldn't tell her it was Dan's, "Jean-Luca's already done it to her once, and then she sucked him hard again. That's what they were doing when I came out to find you." "He must be an absolute stud," Julie murmured, "To think he came inside me only a little while ago as well." "He must be," I said, "Look at Dan watching." "Is that all he's done?" Julie asked me quietly. "Just sit there watching? That's typical of him. I've seen him looking at porn before on his computer so I bet he's loving this - a real live sex show." "Hold her legs," commanded Jean-Luca suddenly to Dan, making both Julie and I jump back away from the screens in alarm. It was the first time we'd heard any real talking from any of them in the few minutes we'd been watching. When we both dared to look once more, Dan was now sitting over Marie's chest, his backside almost in her face, holding her by the ankles and keeping her legs splayed grotesquely wide and lifting her bottom a short distance up off the floor. Jean-Luca was kneeling between her raised thighs, and we watched as he guided his long, thick prick back into her puffy, shaven slit. "I wish I had a cock like that," Dan said as he watched it slide into my wife. "So do I," whispered Julie next to my ear, causing me to stifle a laugh. Then she sighed, "Lucky bitch." I looked at her questioningly, and she whispered to me again, "I was angry at how Jean-Luca was treating us and nervous at first, but I have to admit that after you left I enjoyed every second of what he did to me." "Really?" My own dick was incredibly hard again, and I could feel it rubbing against my bathrobe so I secretly slid my hand inside and started to tease myself as I watched the action and listened to Julie's confession. "It felt amazing," Julie continued, "It was great with you, but with Jean-Luca? I've never orgasmed like that before..." Julie shut up as Dan egged Jean-Luca on. "Go on," he said, "Fuck her good." Jean-Luca was in a rhythm now, and was able to fuck Marie incredibly deep with Dan holding her legs out of the way. Every so often, he would let his dick come all the way out, sometimes with an audible pop because of how wet Marie was, then he would let the tip of his cock rub against her clit for a moment before guiding it back in and resuming the tremendous fucking that Marie was receiving. Every time he shoved himself right in, Marie would grunt with pleasure as he presumably 'touched bottom', a sound which I found incredibly erotic. Then he turned and looked straight at me again. Julie jumped out of the way, but I coolly met his gaze again as he smirked and then looked at Dan. "She's a good fuck, isn't she?" he said to Julie's husband, "A real dirty little English whore." Dan chuckled as Julie hissed into my ear. "He knows we're here. That's why he saying it, to wind you up. Just ignore him; he called me all sorts of names while he was screwing me." "Like what?" My hand was pumping away on my cock beneath my bathrobe, but I was managing to hide it from Julie by turning my body away from her slightly. "Same as he's calling Marie. A dirty whore, filthy bitch, cock slut - all that sort of thing. I was so lost in what was happening to me that I didn't care a bit," Julie looked a bit embarrassed as she looked at me, "Dan shouldn't be letting him talk to her like that though, I'm a bit annoyed with him." "Toss Dan off," Jean-Luca commanded Marie as he continued to fuck her. He had his hands beneath her backside, helping Dan who was still holding her ankles to keep her butt raised. "What?" a breathless Marie managed to say. "I said toss him off. Jack him off - whatever you call it," Jean-Luca snapped. "Just do it." Dan let go of one her ankles for a moment, almost causing Marie to lose her balance but Jean-Luca managed to hold her steady for a second while Dan took her hand and guided it around his hips to his soft dick. She took it in her hand and started to pull it forwards and backwards with her first two fingers and thumb. "And lick his arsehole," Jean-Luca said next. "Rim him." I almost flipped as I saw him look at me again with another evil smirk, but something inside stopped me. I knew she wouldn't do that and true to form she refused. "No way," she spluttered, "I'll wank him but I'm not doing that." Jean-Luca responded by thrusting into her deep and hard. "I said do it!" Marie paused, and then lifted her head towards Dan's butt which was in her face. At first I thought she was going to do it, but all she did was to plant a couple of kisses upon the ass cheek in front of her. "It's all right," Dan said to her, looking around and down at her. Then he turned to Jean-Luca. "I don't like it anyway." "Suit yourself," said the Italian. He gave Marie another deep, hard thrust, causing her to grunt out loud again. "So - you said you like big cocks, Marie? Is mine big enough? Is it bigger than your husband's?" He got back into the rhythm of screwing her and then brought a hand up and rubbed his thumb over her swollen, protruding clit, teasing the hood back and forth over the little pink bud. "Ohhh," Marie trembled as he pleasured her most sensitive area. "Oh god, yes! Yes, you're bigger than Craig." "Do you love big cocks?" the hotel manager went on relentlessly, still playing with her button as he screwed her. "Oh yes," Marie moaned, "Ohhh, I.... Fuck me, oh, oooooh!" Then she came, her entire body shaking and convulsing as the orgasm hit her. Dan held her firmly through her shuddering climax, while Jean-Luca held her hips and continued to pound into her through the duration of her orgasm. "Wow," said Julie next to me, then she suddenly pulled my robe to one side as she saw what I was doing to myself. "What... Are you...?" I shrugged and apologized, but I couldn't take my eyes off Marie, who was coming down from her sex-crazed high now. Jean-Luca slowed down, and let her get her breath for a moment. His long cock came out with a pop, and a whoosh of air came out of her pussy afterwards, causing Dan to laugh and Marie to gasp in horror and embarrassment. "Let me," said Julie, so I let go of myself and Julie immediately took hold of my cock instead. "We could go to the room again and make love," I suggested but Julie shook her head. "Sorry," she said apologetically, "I'm a bit... tender... down there right now, or I would love to. Marie will probably be the same, I would imagine." Julie started to stroke me as we turned our attention back to what was going on over the other side of the screens. "Did that feel good, my little British slut?" Jean-Luca was asking a still dazed Marie. She was laid flat on her back now. The two men had released her legs and were both kneeling nearby. "So what shall we do now?" asked Dan, whose cock was maybe semi-erect at best after Marie's stroking. "You do whatever you want to," replied Jean-Luca, "I'm going to cum up her little cunt." He pulled Marie's legs apart and got on top. Marie wrapped her legs around his back as he slid into her, and then he started to screw her again, but this time much more rapidly than before and I could tell that he wasn't far from cumming. Dan lowered himself down, offering Marie his dick and she reached up to kiss and suck the tip as Jean-Luca humped away above. The sight was too much. I felt my balls tighten, and then the familiar rush as I orgasmed. Julie held on to my cock tightly as it pulsed out stream after stream of sticky white cum, some of which splashed all over the screen in front of me, the rest dripping over Julie's hand and pooling on the floor. "Feel better now?" asked Julie when it stopped. She released my quickly shrinking cock just as Marie let out another loud scream and we both looked through the gap to see Jean-Luca give her another hard orgasm. Then he came himself, his butt cheeks tensed and with one final pump he went rigid, holding himself deep in her as he filled my wife with his cum. "Ahhhh," he said as the muscles in his buttocks and back finally relaxed, and he rolled from a gasping and recovering Marie to lay on the floor beside her, "That was... how do you say? Awesome?" "Awesome," repeated Dan, who had given up on trying to get hard again and was just sitting next to Marie, staring at her body. Jean-Luca sat up after a moment, and pulled Marie's legs open. A stream of white spunk ran out of her slightly gaping pussy lips as he did so, and he pointed it out to Dan. "Good Italian stuff," he said and Dan laughed. Marie didn't say anything, she just laid there, still breathing heavily with her eyes closed as she recovered from the amazing fucking she had just been given. "We better go," Julie said and I had to agree. We quickly but quietly retreated out of the room before Jean-Luca could say anything, or before they came out from behind the screens and found us. We decided to head back to the rooms, where Jean-Luca had said we were and on the way Julie asked me something. "I'm surprised that Dan didn't get hard and do anything to Marie," she mused, glancing at me as we approached their hotel room. "Are you sure they didn't do anything before? You can tell me, Craig. It doesn't change a thing. After all, I've been unfaithful with you, so if he has with Marie then I guess it evens things up?" I saw her point, and admitted that they had. "The cum on her chin?" I said, "That was Dan's I think. He was fucking her when I first caught them, and then Jean-Luca came along and took over. She was sucking Dan off when I left to find you, and then when we got back..." I didn't need to explain everything. Julie just nodded in acceptance. The Italian Job Ch. 03 We sat there, in the hotel room quietly discussing what had happened over the past couple of days, and what we had just witnessed. We were both more sober now, and able to discuss things more rationally with the haze of lust cleared from our minds. We decided that what we had done didn't mean anything really. Not in the greater scheme of things. We both still loved our other halves, despite finding things out about them that we never knew before. Julie never thought that Dan would sleep with another girl, and yet he had, and she certainly never thought that he would get involved in a threesome in the way we had just witnessed, or encourage someone to fuck someone else's wife. I never thought that Marie would screw someone like that, let alone have two strangers both have her. But who were we to talk? We had both done as bad. Julie had fucked both me and Jean-Luca behind Dan's back, and I had sat by and watched while Marie was screwed within an inch of her life, and all the while being called a slut or worse. It made me wonder just how much we really know about other people who we think we know so well and also how much we truly know about ourselves. We came to the resolution that we wouldn't tell Dan or Marie what we had done, and neither would we tell them that we knew what they had done. Life would carry on as normal, or as normal as was possible anyway. Julie had discovered that she had a liking for sex with better-endowed men, and she wasn't sure if she could go back to a life of just having sex with Dan and his four-inch penis. But that was something that she had to deal with herself, one way or another and I knew that I would have to watch Marie carefully for the same reason when we got back home. When no-one came to the room after a few minutes, I got a bit curious as to where they were and what they were doing. Arming ourselves with a couple of drinks, and pretending to be drunk, Julie and I headed to the spa room to find Marie and Dan both laid in the hot-tub again, as though they had been in there all along. They were both still naked, but there was no sign of Jean-Luca. "Where have you guys been?" said Dan coolly. I guessed that the pair of them were using the pool to get cleaned up. Marie certainly needed douching with the pussy full of cum that she had been gifted by Jean-Luca. "Just chilling out," I replied, sitting on the edge of the tub, and slipping my lower legs into the warm, bubbling water. "How about you? Having fun?" "Great fun, thanks!" said Dan, answering the question which I had aimed at Marie. "I'm tired though," Marie said, looking at me carefully. "We should make a move." I agreed and helped her out of the tub. I saw Dan have one last look at her naked body as she stepped into the robe I was holding open for her, and then Julie suggested we go use their room to get dressed, while she spent some time with her husband in the tub. Catching the key she threw towards me, we did just that. Neither Marie or I said anything until we reached the room. "So what were you talking about all this time?" she asked me, as we started to get dressed. "Just stuff..." I mumbled as I pulled my shirt over my head. "She's an interesting woman and..." "Did you have sex?" Marie asked me calmly. I couldn't lie to my wife. Not when asked straight out like that. "Yes, we did." "Right," said Marie. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, already in her skirt but paused in the act of fastening her bra behind her back. "And was it good?" "Was it good with Dan?" I countered, then bit my tongue, regretting that the moment I said it. She didn't deny it. "It was... okay." Her face was like thunder, although the tone of her voice was calm. For some reason I got angry. "And with Jean-Luca? Did you like his big cock?" Marie went red. "You know, don't you?" "Of course I know," I exploded, "I saw you. I walked in and you were at it with Dan, then Jean-Luca came in and..." "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," said Marie quietly. "So then you went back to Julie and had sex with her, in revenge?" "Something like that," I said. She didn't need to know the full truth; that I had been the first to cheat. The way things stood, we were kind of even and that suited me just fine. "So where do we go from here?" she asked me, tears bright in her eyes. I sat next to her, and took my hand in hers. "Same as always. It doesn't mean anything, at least not to me." "Me neither," Marie said in a rush, squeezing my hand tight. "It was just a drunken mistake. I love you, always have, and I always will." "I love you too," I said, relief flooding through me. I really didn't want to lose Marie. She was my world. She still had her bra in her other hand and her breasts were hanging down, looking most appetizing. I cupped one, stroking it and kneading it and saw her nipples both spring to attention. "No," Marie stopped me. "Not here. Maybe when we get back to our room. That is, if I'm not too sore. Did you see Jean-Luca's... thing? How big it was?" "I could hardly miss it, could I?" I joked. "I thought he was going to split you in half." "Me too," Marie snapped her bra shut behind her back, and adjusted the cups into position around her breasts. "But you enjoyed it," I stated, "I heard you orgasm." That was only half a lie. I had heard it. I had seen it too, but I didn't need to tell her that. Marie nodded slowly, and then tried to explain. "Yes. Big ones... well, they just feel different, you know?" "No shit, Sherlock?" I had to laugh, evaporating the bad mood that had been hanging around in my head. "Who would have thought it - Big dicks feel good? Wow!" Marie laughed too, and pulled on her top, so she was fully dressed, as I was. "It felt even better after Dan's, with him being smaller and everything." I had to fill in the gaps in my knowledge. I needed to know what had happened while I was fucking Julie, so I asked. "How did it start anyway? You and Dan?" Marie told me how - after Julie and I had left, Dan asked if he could feel her pussy, just to see if it felt as smooth as Julie's did, and she allowed him to. Of course, that led to him fingering her, and Marie started to get a bit horny. Before long she was playing with his dick while he was feeling her breasts and fingering her in the tub, when suddenly Jean-Luca walked in. They stopped of course, but Jean-Luca just congratulated Dan on his conquest, and that's when he showed Dan somewhere that they could get busy, somewhere a bit more private, should Julie and I come back unexpectedly. He took them through to the treatment room, and arranged the screens for them, then said he would go and find me and Julie and try to stall us, so that they could have a 'bit of fun.' Marie said that Dan had dived on her the moment Jean-Luca left, and that she really didn't have much choice in what happened. He had rolled her onto her back and started to lick her pussy, which got her so wet and horny that when he got on top of her to make love to her she was powerless to resist. "I did enjoy it with Dan," she admitted, "But then when Jean-Luca came in, he was totally different. Like an animal... but in a good way." "So I saw," I told her, "I was surprised you liked it like that... rough and dirty. I can be like that if you want, in future?" "We'll see," Marie said with a smile. She went on to tell me that she felt sorry for Dan, as when Jean-Luca came back, he pretty much got pushed to one side. "I let him cum in my mouth as I felt sorry for him," she told me. "He liked that - apparently Julie never does that for him." "I bet he did," I sighed. Then I decided to tell her something that might make her feel better. "Jean-Luca fucked her too." "What? She fucked him? When?" Marie said, and I put a finger to my lips and told her to keep her voice down. I couldn't tell her the whole truth without ruining her usefully inaccurate understanding of when Julie and I had screwed, so I kept my answer as vague as possible. "She told me about it," I said and shrugged my shoulders, "Sometime in the past couple of days I think." "The little minx!" grinned Marie. "I didn't think she had it in her." "Oh, she had it in her all right," I chuckled, and Marie laughed along. "So we're okay?" she asked, giving my hand one more squeeze. "We're okay," I agreed, and we headed off to say goodbye to our American friends. They were in the hot tub, talking quietly and they both looked quite serious but when we approached they both smiled, and seemed fine with us. "We're going to head back to our hotel now," Marie said. "Thanks for a lovely night," I tipped my head to Julie, and then shook Dan's hand. "No, the pleasure was all mine," said the American, looking at Marie while he did so. I guessed that he still didn't know that I had fucked Julie, or if he did he was as cool about it as I was about Marie screwing him and Jean-Luca. We left them talking in the tub, and headed back to our own hotel, hand in hand. We didn't see Julie or Dan again for the rest of the trip. Julie had told me previously that they were only there for a couple more days, so I guess they either avoided us or we just didn't bump into each other during those last few days. Neither did we see Jean-Luca, though on the last day Marie suggested we go say goodbye to him. I knew that she just thinking about having one last flirtation with the well-hung Italian, but I talked her out of it for the simple reason that if I saw him I might smash his face in. The memories of him calling my wife a whore, while smirking at winking at me still stung a bit. If the sight of him fucking Marie senseless hadn't been so intoxicating, I would have beat him to a pulp right there and then, but I had been entranced by seeing my wife being a slut. However I could hardly go back to him now, and pretend everything was okay. Since we came home, we have continued to talk about the fantastic time we had, and Marie has become much more candid and open about her sexual preferences. She now talks freely about her love of sex with well-endowed men, and recently we agreed to further explore that side of her sexuality. We placed an advert on a sex site requesting well-hung guys for discrete meets with Marie while I watch, and we've had hundreds of emails from it, which Marie has now got to wade through to see who she wants to fuck next. And even more interesting, I just received an email from a woman in America through a social networking site, who says she knows me, and who is coming to the UK on a school trip... The Italian Job My jealousy had risen to a level I had never known before, but the picture on my lap and Beth's description was making my own cock rise uncontrollably and it strained to escape from the towel. "Go on." was all I could muster. "I felt Picco's cock swell even more as the head rested between my cunt lips and it penetrated me an inch more without either of us moving our bodies and then I couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry Stefan, but I let Picco pull me towards him and felt my cunt stretch wider than I've ever known it. I pushed my hips forward to get as much in me as possible and felt powerless as it impaled me. It was so big that I thought he was going to split me in two as he pushed inch after inch in until it reached the top. Even then there was four inches not in me and as he pulled me hard onto him, I felt my cervix give as the head of his cock forced its way even in there, straight into my womb." By now I was so turned on that I was stroking my own cock through the towel. "Did you come?" I asked "Oh god, yes. I'm so sorry Stefan. I never meant for it to happen. I always thought that I would never have any man other than you and I didn't want to. But I came with the biggest orgasm I've ever experienced – it just went on and on, and all the time Picco was burying that gorgeous thick meat inside my womb. He laid me back on the tree and fucked me so hard that I later had bruises on the inside of my thighs and for every thrust he made, I raised my hips to take him. There was no more painting that day, just lots of fucking. Picco was like a bull and fucked me another six times, until I couldn't get my legs together and my pussy was stretched wide open. The next day there was no painting again, just fucking in Picco's bedroom at the Palazzo. He fucked me another eight times that day and still I wanted more even though I was weak with the number of orgasms I'd had." "When did all this happen, Beth?" She stared at me and said, "About 3 weeks ago." "So what have you been doing since then and where have you been tonight?" "Well the painting took a week to finish. Then I .......er.........Stefan, I have made a big mistake and I don't just mean by fucking someone else. You see, after that first picture, Teo told me I had to sign a document prepared by his patron detailing the amounts I would get paid, and in return agreeing to, what I thought was, another nine paintings. The trouble is, I didn't read it properly." "How so?" I asked. "Well, there were a few pages and I only read the first bit and I didn't read the small print because it was all in Italian in which I agreed to appear in ten productions sponsored and titled by the patron." "OK. So you do the remaining four paintings, you fulfil the agreement and then that's it. You must have done two of them already." I paused and then continued, "Listen Beth, I can understand what happened and have to accept that I encouraged you to get more naked as the paintings were done. I was away and with the temptation of that huge cock you got carried away, but.................well....we're OK aren't we.......................you and me?" Her voice was low and she looked down as she continued, "Let me finish. You might not want that. The patron didn't want more paintings – he wanted films – pornographic movies with me as the star. Picco works for him as a porn star – that's why he wanted him as the model, because he knew that once I'd seen him, I would want him – and that I would go as far as fucking someone other than my husband. I refused at first, but he told me he would go to the authorities and show them that I had been working when I don't have a permit and that I have been evading tax, which always carries a prison sentence. So, the thing is, I've had little choice but to perform in films done in his Palazzo" The atmosphere in the room was tense and I had a million and one things going around my head. Beth couldn't look me in the eye as I got up and fixed us both a drink. I needed to fully understand the situation, which meant more questions, even though I might not like the answers. I was surprised at my own reaction to what I had heard so far – not only had I not been shocked at Beth's infidelity, but it had turned me on to visualise what she had described and especially her coming on such a huge cock as Picco's. Finally I broke the silence. "So how many films have you completed in the last three weeks? You must be almost done by now." Beth hesitated before replying, "Just one. I've just done one film. I finished it tonight – that's why I'm late home and dressed like this." "So that means that you're.........................." My voice trailed off. My wife knew what I was thinking and finished my words off for me, "Yes. I'm just back from being fucked and I have fresh spunk in me. The film has taken three days to make because I have needed time to recover between sessions. "How do you mean recover? They haven't hurt you have they." I was alarmed. "No, of course I'm not hurt. I'm stretched and I'm sore!" I must have looked blank as Beth looked at me and said, "I suppose I'd better show you." And with that she stood up and removed the tight white top she was wearing. As her breasts sprang free I could immediately see that the usually porcelain white skin was blotchy and her nipples were slightly puffy and very red. As I sat and watched she reached to the waistband of the mini skirt, undid it and let it drop to the floor. My breathing quickened and my stomach turn somersaults as I took in how sexy she looked, standing before me in her high heels and a pink silk g-string. I could feel myself getting hard as she hooked her thumbs in the top of the string, pushed it down over her pubic mound let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of her panties, she moved in front of me and stood with her feet eighteen inches apart. This close, her cunt was directly in front of my eyes and I gasped as I saw how red and swollen her shaven labia were. Directly between her legs, the inner lips of her once tight, smooth cunt hung in folds two inches below the outer ones and as I watched, a glob of thick, white spunk slid out of her and landed on the floor. "Fucking hell .....turn around!!." As she did I could see that Beth's inner thighs, buttocks and all around her ass were red and blotchy. "Tell me everything." "After I realised I was locked into the contract I was told that I would be called when they were ready to begin. The next day I was here, which was the first time in many weeks that I had been at home on my own and there was a knock on the door. When I went to answer it, Picco was there and without speaking, he just walked in past me, stripped, undid my gown and fucked me on our bed. I knew it was wrong, but I just had to have his huge cock inside of me. Afterwards, I made coffee and asked Picco why he was here and he told me that he was going to help me prepare for the film shoot. Of course, I told him that I didn't think there was much I needed to know and he laughed at me in a kind of mocking way. Picco pulled me to my feet and led me to the couch before turning me around and pushing me forwards over the back. I asked him what the fuck he was doing and then felt his cock slide into me from behind. After a while I started to come and as I did, I felt him pull out and before I could do anything to stop him, he was forcing himself into my anus. I tried to move, but he kept me held over the couch and I could feel the head of his cock stretch my ass open and then he was in me. At first, he just held it there, but then he began to push more and more of it into me. I can't describe how it felt – it was a mixture of pleasure and pain. In one way it was like I was being split in two, but at the same time the feeling of being filled in that part of my body was incredible. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, keeping me bent over and used his other hand to rub my clit until I came again and as I did, he forced the whole of his cock into me, and when he came I almost passed as I came again, feeling his hot spunk pump deep inside me. When it was done, Picco explained that he had been told to make sure that I would be ready for the film and that I must be used to anal fucking. I was sent a script which told me the outline of the story to be filmed and a few lines I had to learn. Then, three days ago a car was sent to take me to the Palazzo. I was told to dress as you saw me tonight and I was taken to a room on the second floor and when I went in the Patron was there together with a group of men. The story was that I worked for the Patron and had been accused of stealing money from him. I had to tell him that I hadn't taken anything, but he didn't believe me and ordered his men to search me. They stripped off my top, then my skirt and finally my panties where they found the money I had taken. I was standing nude in front of a group of men and my natural reaction was to try and cover myself up, but the Patron told them to take hold of me by my arms and keep my hands away from my body. As I struggled the Patron told me that I was to be punished for stealing from him and had his men push me onto my knees on the floor. He disappeared for a minute and when he returned he was naked. He told me to open my mouth and he pushed his cock in and told me to suck him. All the while, the men were squeezing my tits and I was so engrossed with the face-fucking I was getting that I wasn't aware that the men had taken their clothes off. As the Patron came over my face and tits, he told me that his men were going to teach me a lesson and that I had better put on a good performance. As I had a good look around I noticed Picco and took in the others. As well as Picco and the Patron, there were three white and three black men. Then I saw their cocks! The white guys were as big as Picco, but the blacks each had over twelve inches of thick, veined cocks. I felt so hot and my cunt was soaking wet. Oh god, you have no idea what it was like for me. I realised that I had become addicted to big cocks and I reached out and pulled one towards me and took him in my mouth. It was so massive that I could barely get the head in as I worked my lips over it. The men gathered round and I took turns in sucking them and stroking the thick shafts. As I did, I cupped their balls in my hands – they were massive and I knew I was going to be flooded with their cum. Then the Patron spoke, "You are guilty of stealing from me and you have made a good start in paying for your crime, but your punishment is giving pleasure, not receiving it." Then he told the men to use me as they wished. Two men lifted me onto my feet and I was led across the room to a big window overlooking the grounds of the Palazzo. There, I was told to spread my legs and bend over and take hold my ankles. I look backwards between my legs as Picco's enormous cock moved towards my pouting cunt lips. He took hold of my hips and slowly began to feed the head into me. Because of the position I was in, I felt every inch as he penetrated and stretched me, burying himself fully into my wet vulva. Then he began to thrust in and out and I tried to grip him with my cunt muscles to make him cum – it didn't take long and soon I felt him harden and as his balls contracted, I was filled with his hot cum juice. I was still holding my ankles as the next one pushed his cock into me. After a few minutes, he took a handful of my hair and pulled me upright before putting a hand under each thigh and lifting my legs off the floor. His thick cock speared me as he walked around the room, displaying my stretched cunt lips to the others. He let my legs down in front of the bed and pushed me onto my knees on the floor and pushed my body onto the bed. Two of the others went the other side of the bed and took hold of my wrists so that I couldn't move and then the guy fucking me drove himself hard into my cunt with thrust after thrust until finally I felt his spunk pump against my cervix. They let go of my wrists and one of the black men lay on the bed and pushed his big dick towards my mouth. I held it as I guided it to my mouth, but couldn't get my fingers around it because of it's girth. The others were fucking my cunt and cumming in me and then it changed – I couldn't see who was behind me, but he came up and I felt my labia stretch as never before and I realised it could only be one of the blacks. He only put a few inches in me and I didn't understand why, until he pulled it out and rested the end against my ass – and then I realised what was to happen. I began to struggle and squirm, but I was held with the cock in my mouth as he spread the cum lubricant from my cunt to my ass with his cock. I know I shouted out 'OH FUCK!' as he began to push and my anus began to stretch. He was so much bigger than Picco and as I struggled he took hold of my ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart as the helmet of his cock penetrated me. Once it was in he started to thrust – slowly at first – and I felt inch after inch of his thick meat work its way up into me until finally, I had twelve inches of hard black cock in my belly. I must have been hyperventilating because the next thing I knew, I was off the floor with this goliath's cock impaling me and he was lying beneath me on the bed. They had hold of my ankles and my legs were pulled wide open exposing my sex to the group and then one of the black guys, who had a cock like a horse, knelt in front of me and began to feed his foot long meat into my gaping cunt. I gasped at the size of it, stretching my pussy and slipping in next to its twin which speared my anus. The two of them worked me to a mind blowing climax as the cameras captured every thrust that they delivered. As one, the three of us rolled over on the bed, with me still sandwiched in the middle and the man in my cunt was beneath me. All the time my tits were being squeezed and my nipples pulled by the others as I writhed and came between them. The third black guy put his dick in my mouth and told me to make him wet and slippery. He pumped my mouth for a minute and then pulled away and disappeared behind me. The man in my ass altered his position and then I felt a pressing next to the cock that was already in my cunt and my already ragged labia began to stretch even further. Looking back I realised that the third twelve inch cock was forcing an entry into my cunt alongside his friend and I screamed as he pushed it in. My labia were so tight that they got pulled in and out of my cunt as the men moved together, dragging my clit with them. I had three, twelve inch cocks in me and I screamed as I came over and over again. They fucked me on and on and on like this, using me as their fuck-toy and grunting with every thrust until, as I felt my cunt muscles contract in orgasm for a final time, they thrust hard together and totally flooded me with their cum. When they pulled out, I couldn't bring my legs together and I collapsed on my back on the bed with my cunt gaping wide open as their jism ran from it. The whole group took it in turns to cum in my mouth or over my face, hair and tits until I was covered in their hot, sticky white spunk. Eventually they were done with me and I was helped to my feet and given a towel to wipe myself down before I put on my clothes and was brought home. Yesterday, my cunt was still puffy and sore so there was no sex, but today I did another shoot where I was fucked in the ass and cunt by fifteen different men, all with massive cocks." My own cock was like rock, having heard how Beth had been taken and used and without a word, she got down her knees in front of me and took me in her mouth. It took less than a minute for me to cum and she swallowed the whole lot before looking at me and saying. "I am so glad that this turned you on. I don't want our marriage to end, but I can't live without big cock fucking like I've had. I want to work it around our relationship and bring pleasure to us both." As Beth slowly stroked my cock and it started to harden again, she licked the end and said "I'll take that reaction as a 'yes', which is good, because I start filming again in two days!" Maybe I'll be motivated to write about what happens next.......................!!