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Tuscany Ch. 01

By: evals22



Lori was one eighth Italian. Her all Italian great grandmother and all English great grandfather married in the early 1900's. She had light skin, brown hair and looked much more English than Italian, yet she thought of herself Italian. When in college she spent two summers in Italy and became fluent in the language. Twenty five years later she was rusty but with the help of the Rosetta Stone system she was relearning the language again.

She was so excited. Her husband, John and her were going to fulfill one of her dreams. They had rented a villa, well more a house, in the hills of Tuscany for a month and a half. It was very much like the house in her favorite movie Under the Tuscan Sun. She felt comfortable leaving now that her children were both away at college. John had done very well in his business endeavors so a sabbatical would not be a problem. All of August and much of September was for them to rekindle their love, see central Italy and leave the hustle and bustle of Silicon Valley behind them.

The villa they found through TuscanyNow rentals was two bedroom with a great room. A large table, open air kitchen and couches filled the room. A master bedroom large for a European room was on one side. The house was up a windy dirt road and fairly isolated. The pool was fenced in for privacy and the home was less than 2 miles from San Gimignano, a small walled town like Siena but not quite as touristy. It came with one of the newer 'sexy' Fiat automobiles in the car port. The one JLo promotes in commercials.

Lori was forty seven years old and still quite attractive. Her auburn hair hung to her shoulders framing her pretty face. She weighed a few pounds, maybe five, more than when in college but she was religious about her workouts. When twenty two and first dating John she could eat anything and not worry about work out regimes, but now she knew if she wanted to fool father time she had to work hard at it. Her breasts, a little on the small size were still perky and she could get away without wearing a bra. He best asset, in her mind were her long legs. She stood five foot eight and she seemed all legs. She knew she wasn't competition for the young girls anymore but still prided in herself when she would see men of all ages eying her.

Her husband John hadn't faired time quite as well. At fifty the pressures of HiTech and long hours associated with start ups, had made his waist thickened and his hairline recede. He loved Lori and wondered at times why he was so lucky to have found her. Their sex life was fair, considering twenty three years of marriage and long work hours for John at work and Lori raising their children. They freely shared their fantasies and Lori was often happy to role play with John. All of his fantasies were centered around his wife being with other men. Unlike their rather vanilla life, he dreamt of her being used by an alpha male while he watched or waited at home for her to return. 

Of course, this could never happen; neither of them were willing to risk their professional and family reputations. John loved to enact these scenarios and Lori would play along. She admitted to her husband she was excited by the thought of public display and humiliation. Proud as she was and being a woman's advocate she was a bit embarrassed to admit the thought of being degraded, abused and humiliated by a strange man appealed to her. John found her orgasms strongest when she talked about these things. Unfortunately more times than not they would end up giggling; both knew John could never be that type of man, even in their games.

They had rented the villa almost a year in advance, giving Lori time to relearn the Italian language. It also gave John time to formulate a secret plan. He spent hours, at night and at work searching chat rooms on the internet. He was looking to find a man who might be able to fulfill Lori's dream and of course his own. The first three months were very disappointing; mostly spent talking to men who probably never left their computers to venture into the real world. John's idea was iffy at best. He wanted to find someone in the Tuscany region who would be interested in seducing his wife. The clincher was Lori would not know of the plan. John admitted to himself, even if he found the right man chances were slim at best Lori would welcome any advances.

Finally he met a man in a D/s chat room that lived in San Gimignano! Less than two miles from their villa. His name was Bruno and was a builder in the area. He knew of the villa they were to live in, being friends with the man who did the remodel. He assured John he understood submission games and had played them for years. He was thirty eight years old and spoke English well. Bruno asked many questions about Lori and responded well to the G-rated photos John sent. There was a nine hour difference between the west coast and Italy so they had to plan their online meetings. After a few weeks online John finally felt comfortable talking via phone with Bruno. Next they went on to Skype and John and Bruno hit it off very well. He looked very fit and had that Alpha male Italian aura about himself.

John opened up with all of the fantasies Lori had divulged to him in confidence and added his wishes to the chats. John wanted to watch Lori taken from her conservative persona and blossom into the submissive slut she has kept under wraps her entire life. The hard limits were discussed and John made sure to emphasize no photography was allowed unless he were to take the pictures. Bruno accepted the fact it was highly probable his first meeting would be met with resistance and things would go no further. John was very clear to him that Lori should never know his part in setting up this 'chance' meeting.

Bruno on his part prodded John to turn up the heat in the bedroom. He wanted him to tell Lori this was their chance to live out both their fantasies and if the occasion arose he wanted her to know he was a hundred percent behind any decision she made. He would always love her and felt their bond would be stronger, if anything, if something were to happen. Lori never actually agreed to his wishes for her to entertain the thought of finding an Italian lover, yet she never outright refused. As August approached she often would talk of how John would have to watch her lover use her in ways he just couldn't.

They both were excited about their trip to Italy. Lori had no reason to believe there was a man wanting a forty seven year old mother of two. She was just excited about being back in Tuscany and enjoying John and their time off together. John knew chances were slim but hoped something may come of all the work he and Bruno had done. Bruno knew all of Lori's likes and dislikes, her fantasies and desires. He knew what John wanted to happen and was ready to do all he could to see it come to fruition. 

They flew fist class to London from San Francisco and spent two nights there to adjust to the time. Next off to Rome and the train to San Gimignano where they met the realtor who drove them the short distance to their home for the next six weeks. The house was everything promised by the photos and more. It was nestled into the Tuscany landscape and isolated from neighbors. The pool was small but perfect for the hot August weather. The place was not air conditioned, which was Lori's choice. She told John she wanted to sleep with the windows open, she wanted to smell the flowers and experience the land. John only hoped there were fans in the house. 

That night they made love with the windows open and fell asleep in each others arms. John knew tomorrow their 'accidental' meeting with Bruno was to happen and he was at peace with himself if nothing came of it. In fact he secretly hoped nothing did. This little bit of paradise was enough for him.

The morning was beautiful. The two of them sat in the courtyard and drank coffee and took in the beauty of the land. Lori had slept naked and wore only a silken robe . John took in her beauty and felt a pang of regret when he found himself thinking of her dropping the robe for Bruno. He told her they would drive into town to get the lay of the land and find somewhere they could have dinner. She laughed and told him to have a late lunch because he would have to get use to eating their dinner meals much later in the evening then they do in California.

It took John a bit to remember how to use a manual transmission but soon he was able to negotiate the short drive into town. They found a restaurant, Le Vecchie Mura, that Bruno had suggested to John. It was a bit dark and Bruno was sure his friend at the desk seated them in a back booth. The wine flowed freely and John was sure not to leave Lori's glass empty. She smiled and asked if he was trying to get her drunk. They both laughed and enjoyed the meal. John insisted they walk the streets of the town and they stopped at a little outdoor bar with a Jazz combo playing. It was dark and not very crowded. Lori enjoyed the music and did not refuse another drink. After a few minutes an Italian man about their age walked up to the table. He was in good shape and sported dark black hair with a bit of grey on the sides. Lori thought he looked a little, especially through alcohol induced eyes like George Clooney.

"Are you Americans?" he asked in a slight accent.

"Yes, are we that obvious," asked John, "we arrived from California just yesterday."

"Excuse me, it is just your wife's skin is so pale I knew you were not from around here. This part of town is not where many tourists come, especially so late. Oh, I am assuming this sexy lady is your wife?"

She blushed at the compliment and Lori replied she was indeed his wife in Italian. As her nervousness about the language subsided she was soon conversing with Bruno as if they were old friends. They both ignored John and after a few minutes she turned to her husband.

"I hope you don't mind but I invited Bruno, that is his name, to sit with us for a bit. He is surprised at how well I speak his language."

She had a broad smile and John gestured Bruno towards the empty chair. Their eyes met for a second and both realized their chances were perhaps improving. Bruno sat down and motioned to the bartender for another round of drinks. The three of them spoke in English for some time laughing and acting like old friends. John got up to use the restroom and left the two of them conversing in Bruno's language. After awhile he was giving her, what she interpreted as a compliment when she became confused. He said something to the affect he hoped her 'pussy fica diabolica' was as pretty as the rest of her.

"I am sorry, I don't understand that term," she said in English, "what does it mean?"

Bruno looked first at her breasts then slowly moved his eyes to hers and smiled. "How do you say it in English? Cunt? I said I hope your cunt is as pretty as the rest of you."

Lori's cheeks and neck turned red. His eyes never left hers and she thought to herself how could a stranger use such a vile word in front of a woman he just met. She thought something was lost in translation because he seemed not the least put out for using the term. She hated the word! 

John knew how much she hated it and how in their games it was used to degrade her; this he had told Bruno often. She should yell at him but through her alcohol daze she was trying to decipher what he was saying to her in Italian.

The words sunk in slowly. He said such a pretty woman should be proud of her body. American women were too hung up on youth, he told her. Italian women do not become sensual until well into middle age. He said he wants to take her to Bibbona Beach a few hours away. It is one of Tuscany's nude beaches. Most european beaches were topless but this was one of the few with complete nudity. He said the Vatican was much too close and laughed. He reached out and gently touched her arm as a long time friend would. Rather than pull away and admonish this man something kept her seated. She could not believe it but she felt herself getting turned on. 

She looked around the room for John and noticed him at the bar buying another round of drinks. Again Bruno's Italian voice penetrated her consciousness and she could not believe what he just said! She was not mistaken at all. He had just told her, not asked but told her to go to the ladies restroom, 'toeletta' and remove her panties for him. She started to protest when his finger went up to her lip and he slowly shook his head.

"Go, do it for me, my lovely Lori. I can see you want to do it. Go."

As if in a trance she stood on wobbly legs and slowly walked towards the restroom. She could not believe she was doing this and knew the alcohol was clouding her judgement. What harm will it do she asked herself. This is what John wants and what they have talked about for years. He was handsome and so cocky, she felt like she had to comply with his wish. She sat in the cubicle for a moment wondering if she had the nerve.....

John sat at the table and pushed Bruno his drink. He raised his eyebrow as if asking how things were going. Bruno smiled and said they would know in a few minutes and explained what he had asked his wife to do. John could not believe Bruno had pushed things so far so fast. He was sure Lori would be upset and any chance they had was gone. Bruno smiled and said he didn't think so. He explained she had not protested his language, his gentle touch or his talk of showing her off at a nude beach. He was sure she was as submissive as John had described. He raised his glass and clicked glasses with the American.

"To beautiful women, world wide!"

As they drank both saw Lori emerge from the restroom. John knew immediately she had complied. The assertive wife he knew was now walking slowly, eyes down, her neck and face flushed crimson. She sat down in the chair next to Bruno and kept her eyes downcast. He said something in Italian and she looked around briefly before opening her purse and handing him her panties rolled into a tight ball. 

John could not believe how hard he was and did not think Lori could get any redder until he heard another command and understood exactly what was asked as he saw his wife's knees part and her hand pull up her summer dress until her pussy was on display to both men. Bruno waited what seemed like an eternity then nodded his head. Lori's knees slammed shut and she pulled the dress down quickly. She looked around and was pleased no one was watching her. Except her husband and this man. He took the balled up panties and smelled them. He smiled and his white teeth contrasted with his dark olive complexion. He shook hands with John and stood. Before he left he said something to Lori and walked away. He placed her panties in his pocket.

John reached across the table and smiled, "well I guess someone besides me finds you attractive. He could be the one we have been looking for. To paraphrase someone, 'what happens in Italy, stays in Italy'. What did he say. Is he coming back?"

"Not tonight, he wanted us to discuss things. He said, God, John, he said he wants to use me. Not make love to me, he said use me!!" She shuddered and John could tell she was confused and excited. "He said for us to meet at three by the towers in the old part of town. John, he said if we come tomorrow I must shave for him. He said that without blinking an eye!"

They walked through the town until the alcohol left their system. It was almost sunrise when they drove to the villa. John shut off the engine and reached across to grab his wife's hand. He looked at her in the dim early morning sunrise. Their eyes met and he said only one word.

"Well?"

"I want to, if you do. I'd never jeopardize what we have, but if it okay with you. It is up to you John. This may never happen again, and I will always think 'what if?' What do you want to do?"

He smiled, squeezed her hand gently and said, "I think we have some shaving to do!"

No more was said. They both had exhausted all the possibilities over the years. They knew it was what both wanted. They were thousands of miles away from family and friends. What harm could a little affair cause? Their love was strong and this would only make it stronger. Their daughter was engaged and before they knew it they could be grandparents. This was their last chance and they were ready to go forward. John reasoned they could stop at any time but wondered why he had such an uneasy feeling. This was what he wanted but why did he feel so bad about it. They went to bed and both slept dreaming of the adventure ahead.

End of part 1.

Tuscany Ch. 02



THE SECOND PART OF THE SERIES. MATURE WIFE DISCOVERS HER SUBMISSIVENESS. BEST TO READ CHAPTER 1 FIRST.

She woke early and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. She was nude and felt proud of what she saw. She was an attractive and sexy woman. They say fifty is the new thirty-five. Lori Evans was a few years from the milestone and you couldn't convince her of this. She worked out at least four time a week, watched what she ate and practiced yoga to aid her flexibility and control her stress. 

She stood in the cold tiled bathroom and critiqued her body. Yes, many women her age would would kill for the reflection she saw; but would Bruno want her, like this; naked without sexy clothes or makeup. 

She had to find out. She had a wish or desire to stand naked in front of this man and let him degrade and use her. He wasn't planning on romancing her, she knew that. She also knew she didn't want romance. Lori wanted to let her inner slut surface, after being quiet for so long. She reached for her husbands electric shaver.

Breakfast was quiet and little was said. While she was dressing John saw her shaved pussy and knew Lori had decided. She looked so open and nasty. A shaved mound on a twenty something is sexy he thought. In a woman approaching the half century it was more desperate and vile. Her labia hung down and he could see the head of her clit protruding from the hood. She didn't have a pussy, no it was, what Bruno called it, a cunt. Their meeting was hours away but John could see she was in heat. A bitch in heat. 

He thought to himself, be careful what you wish for. His dream was coming true and he hoped it wasn't going to become a nightmare.

They held hands briefly as they walked to the Fiat. He kissed her cheek and both understood this is what they wanted. He drove into town and felt Lori looked so beautiful in the flowered button up dress. She had on french cut panties and a matching lacy bra. John wondered if another man would see them today. Simple sandals completed the outfit.

They had arrived early so hand in hand they walked through the shops, looking but not seeing. There would be plenty of time to buy their kids gifts. Today wasn't the day to think of their children.

At three they met Bruno at the cafe. He was at an outside table drinking a pinot grigio from a small high ball glass. The open bottle sat on the table with two glasses nearby. He stood and winked at John as he kissed Lori on both cheeks. He wore an oversized Tommy Bahama like shirt open to the waist. His tan chest and grayish hair caught Lori's eye. He had linen pants and boat shoes without socks. He said he was so glad to see them both. He poured them each a glass of wine without asking if they cared for wine or this type. He spoke.

"Well, my Lori. Show me."

Lori sat rigid after realizing what he was asking. Sure, she did it less than twelve hours ago but it was dark and not in an open courtyard. She looked at John and back at Bruno.

"Lori, this is an adventure for you. I understand this. But I do not want games. It may be crude but as you Americans say: Get off the toilet or shit!" His eyes never left her and he knew this was a critical point for them all. John had told him of her wishes to be made to humiliate and embarrass herself. To be treated rudely and given no quarter. He shook his head and started to rise to leave.

"No, wait, I am sorry...." her voice was soft. little more than a whisper. She spread her knees again for this man and slowly inched her skirt up. Her fingers pulled the lace panties to the side. She could feel her wetness and wondered if he could see it. Could he see she was indeed excited?

"You may cover up Lori, thank you." Her legs quickly closed. "Your cunt appeared wet. Is it Lori?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

She looked up at him, no thought given to her husband sitting nearby. "Yes, my cunt is wet."

"I thought so. Do your children know what a slut their mother is?"

Lori looked up, a shocked expression on her face, "No, oh god no...never. Please don't talk about them."

Bruno replied, "Follow my instructions and there is no need for them to ever know. Know their mother shaved her cunt for a man she just met. And opened her legs in an outdoor cafe for all to see."

She gasped, John thought she was going to scream or cry but he just realized his wife of twenty three years had just had an orgasm! 

Bruno looked at John and asked if he had helped with the shaving. John said he had not and Bruno explained from now on it was John's responsibility to keep her stubble free for the remainder of their vacation. John wondered if he seriously thought this would continue for the next five plus weeks. He would have to find time to set Bruno straight.

"John, I will need the keys to your car. I will be taking Lori on a tour of the countryside. We will be back sometime this evening. The walk is a little more than two miles to your villa. I am sure the exercise will do you well and the scenery is wonderful. I will probably fuck your wife." He paused to let the words sink in, "I suspect you will want to watch but I prefer the first time there be no audience. I am sure there will be plenty of opportunities in the weeks to come for you to observe."

Though both husband and wife looked shocked at this turn of events, John knew he had told Bruno part of his fantasy was to stay at home while he knew his wife was being used. Bruno was just trying to fulfill everyones wishes. 

Bruno whispered something in Italian and she got up and went to the restroom. Bruno told John to finish the wine and pay the bill. He told him of a market where he could pick up some food for tonight. John was ready to say something when Bruno told him things were going fine. Before he could speak he felt the presence of his wife to his side. She leaned over, kissed his cheek and dropped her panties and bra on her husband's lap. She showed a nervous smile and took Bruno's hand and they walked from the plaza.

John bought a few items at the market and began the walk home in the hot Italian sun. His mind could not keep from imagining what Bruno was doing to his wife at this very moment. He walked with a hard on. Once home the first thing he did once he put the groceries on the kitchen counter was to pull out his throbbing cock and stroke himself. Within seconds his balls tightened and, like a teenage boy, he shot his load all over the tile floor. Surprising to him he remained hard.

The rest of the day dragged by. He tried swimming, reading, walking the neighborhood but nothing quelled his passion and desire. He wanted so much to see Lori and hear what they did. The sun set and he was sitting in the dark waiting. 

He heard the sound of tires on the gravel road and the Fiat's lamps cast an illumination across the room. He sat waiting but heard no sound of car doors opening. The lights went off and there was only silence.

He stood and walked to the window. The pale moon cast a shadowy light on the driveway. He could see movement in the car but could discern nothing more. Finally the door opened and Bruno walked from the driver side and opened the passenger door. It took a moment for John's eyes to focus but when his wife stood he could clearly see she was naked! She had left in a simple dress and sandals but now the only thing on her was a pair of stiletto heels. From this distance they looked to be red. Bruno and Lori walked up the drive and their steps caused the gravel to crunch. It seemed so loud in the silence of the night.

John heard them at the doorway but the door did not open. It was not locked and John wondered if he should open the door. Then he heard it. The unmistakable sound of sucking. His wife was blowing Bruno on the porch! John could not but help near the doorway so he could hear better, his cock straining in his slacks. A few minutes passed when the silence was broken by some Italian words grunted. John knew Bruno had just ejaculated.

There was a knock at the door and John slowly opened it. First he saw Bruno standing close, nonchalantly putting his member away. John looked to his left and saw his wife squatting in red heels. Her legs were splayed and her bare pussy was open and swollen. Her eyes were downcast, she appeared too embarrassed to look at her husband. Her forehead, hair, face and neck were coated in Bruno's discharge. It was dripping slowly down her neck onto her tits.

Bruno held out his hand to Lori and helped her up. The grimace told John her leg muscles must have tightened, They walked inside the foyer and Bruno stood in the open doorway.

"Your wife and I had a great time. Or at least I did." He smiled at John and continued, "she is to tell you everything we did since we left you in the plaza today. She is not to wipe her face, put on clothing or remove her heels until after she finishes describing her adventure. I am on a job tomorrow so the day is yours to spend as you wish. Go no further than Siena in case I want to fuck her. I will call you if she is needed. Good night."

The large wooden front door closed with a boom which echoed in the room. Lori walked slowly towards the bedroom, her pencil sized heels clicking on the uneven tile floor. John followed and again had that guilty feeling he has felt since this all began.

"Why don't you shower first, then if you are up to it we can talk." John spoke softly as his wife sat on the bench at the foot of the bed.

"You heard Bruno, We need to talk first,"

"Lori, he will never know and I can see how uncomfortable you are. A warm shower will feel so much better for you."

"John, he will know because I will tell him. Come sit by me," she patted the bench with her hand and waited while her husband settled himself down next to her. "I cannot explain it John, but it is a though I am a book and he can read me. He knows what I want, he understands my needs. I understand, " she grabbed his hand and squeezed it in her two palms, "this is maybe more than you expected. It is more than I thought would ever happen. But, John it is what we have talked about all these years. I am sorry, I am sorry if it doesn't fit your vision of how this would go. But, I, I want it to go on. At least for a bit. If you say stop, I will but I want you to let it go on. For awhile at least."

She leaned forward to kiss him but John pulled back not wanting her semen coated lips and face to touch him. She mouthed the word 'sorry' and pulled back. John wondered if she felt his uneasiness or if Bruno had said anything. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and looked up as he felt her hand gently rub him.

"Looks like someone wants to hear about my day," she smiled, "Please undress for me and let me watch your cock as I tell you what happened. If you go soft I will stop and clean up. If not, after I am through I will suck you off. Bruno said I should swallow your cum and not spit it out like I usually do."

John undressed quickly and as he pulled his shorts off his cock bounced up and down, feeling harder than it had for years. He was afraid he would come without even touching himself. He sat next to Lori noticing how she sat with her knees splayed open. She saw his eyes on her pussy and when he looked up she spoke.

"A slut should always sit with her knees apart. And by the way for the rest of the vacation I am not to wear panties, bras, pants or shorts," she laughed and said they had bought some clothes and they were in the back of the car. 

She started by saying the beginning of the trip was very much like any other couple exploring an area. Bruno took her to the small town nearby where he was born and then drove onto Siena. There they went shopping for shoes, at which point Lori raised her leg and wiggled her foot to show off the red stiletto open toe shoe she was wearing. Then they bought some dresses, skirts and blouses and a bikini which Lori said she hopes she only wears here at the villa. All the choices were made by Bruno and he made her walk out from the changing area to show him each outfit. Some of the clothes were too tight or too revealing but she still had to show them to him. 

Other patrons of the store could see her and Lori said she was so humiliated. Lori, looking at her husband told him she was embarrassed yet so turned on. When Bruno made her bend at the waist and touch the floor she could feel the skirt pull up and knew her pussy and ass were on display. She thinks only the salesclerk and Bruno were there at the time but admitted she had an orgasm in the middle of the store.

"He somehow knows what I want and what I need. I think I would have walked out of the dressing room as naked as I am now if he had asked," Lori's eyes met her husbands and she could tell he understood.

After shopping and walking around part of the historical part of Siena, Bruno took her down an alleyway behind the Piazza del Campo. The shopping bags were set down on some steps as he told her the plaza was built in 1280 and he wondered how many cocks had been sucked during the festivals down this very alley. He smiled and told her he knew of at least one! When he unzipped his linen pants Lori saw his cock for the first time. She told John, perhaps not realizing how sensitive men are about these things, "he is much longer and thicker than you."

Bruno opened the buttons on her summer dress and rubbed her breasts. He told her he liked bigger tits and if she were his woman he'd have her get them enlarged. Lori slowly squatted, looking up at Bruno. 

He rubbed his cock and precum across her cheeks, nose and forehead. She opened her mouth wishing to savor the taste and the excitement of doing something so public. Before she could relish what was happening Bruno roughly grabbed her head, cupping a hand over each ear. He then started an assault on her mouth. She was not savoring, she was not sucking, she was doing everything she could not to vomit as his cock pounded the back of her throat. This was not a blow job; he was fucking her mouth. Plain and simple.

She doesn't know how long this went on, just that his cock forced itself deeper and deeper. Lori did not know if anyone saw or heard the gurgling from her throat. She just wanted it to end and when she felt him stiffen, thrust forward and propel jet after jet of cum down her throat she was happy. She should hate this man she thought but how does he know abuse is what she wants and needs, how does he know so much about me, she thought.

He helped her up and whispered in her ear, "later I will let you make love to my cock with your mouth. That was just to remind you, you are just a cunt. And cunts are for fucking."

Her nipples were hard as erasers as he walked her into the Piazza, Her lips were red and swollen yet she felt proud to be at his side. She was a cunt, his cunt!

They finished shopping at a shoe store where he had her buy two pairs of heels. He insisted she wear the red heels out even though they did not match up with the simple summer dress she was wearing. She did notice they stretched her calves and made her ass look sexier.

They had a light meal in Siena, watching the sun set behind the walled city. All during dinner they conversed in Italian and Bruno made no mention of how he ravished her mouth earlier. After dinner they stored the purchases in the back of the Fiat, Lori interrupted her story to squeeze John's hard dick and tell him all the charges were on his credit card, 

She resumed the story telling of their long drive home. Bruno explained to her from now on she would always dress in one of the outfits he had picked out. He did not like her , as he put it, 'Anne Klein' urban look. Suddenly his soft tender demeanor changed. He told her she dressed like an American Pig and he hated the look. She was taken aback by the quick change in him and did not know how to respond. 

He hated the look so much he said he could not go another kilometer with her. He slammed on the brakes, pulling the car to the side of the road. Both hands gripping the steering wheel with white knuckle pressure, he told her to get out. Afraid, Lori did as she was told and stood in the cold by the car. 

After a few minutes he emerged from his side with the motor still purring. He told her to remove her dress and give it to him. Lori was beyond worrying about a car finding her naked on this windy back road. She quickly pulled the dress off and handed it to Bruno. He laid it across the hood of the car and grabbed Lori's wrist. He pulled her until her thighs hit the metal of the fender. Bruno pushed her shoulder forward until her tits pressed against her dress. She could feel the heat and vibration of the engine through the cloth.

She heard the sound of a zipper opening and felt his boat shoe kicking the insides of her red heels. She obliged by opening her thighs and felt him rub the head of his cock up and down her slit. She could not believe how humiliated she felt when she heard the sound his cock made against her sloppy wet pussy. Finally he pushed his head beyond her lips and without giving her time to adjust he buried the full length deep into her.

He made her say she was his cunt to use as he pleased and she promised not to disobey any order. She yelled her responses back to him and came in a series of orgasms until he finally unloaded deep inside of her. There was an awkward moment as his body weight was crushing her against the car and his hardness was deep inside. He patted her back, as if she were a pet, then pushed himself up and pulled out with an audible pop. She could feel their juices dripping down her thighs.

She reached to put the dress on when he pulled it with such force it tore from her hands. He whipped it through the air and let it fall to the ground. Bruno took his semi hard cock in his hand and began to piss all over her dress. He looked at her as the obscene spectacle unfolded and said in a calm voice that he told her he hated this look on her. He told her to get back in the car. 

Lori looked up at John and told him he knew the rest of the story. Keeping eye contact she slid from the bench to the floor and engulfed his hard cock, They had enjoyed oral sex throughout their marriage but never had John felt her mouth literally swallow him whole. He had little stamina left after her descriptive story and he felt himself near the brink of climax. He usually would pull out at this moment and as he shifted he felt her hands tighten around his back and her mouth push further until her nose was buried deep into his pubic hair. John came and felt his balls empty into her throat. She knew how sensitive he is after orgasm so she did nothing more than just keep her warm mouth on him, until he slowly removed it. 

She stood up and walked to the bathroom to shower. When she returned she found him asleep on the bed. We will talk tomorrow she thought.

The next morning he woke to the aroma of coffee wafting through the house. Still dressed from the night before, John brushed his teeth and made his way into the kitchen area. Lori was in her robe sitting on a stool at the counter. She smiled, the smile he loved and has seen for twenty plus years.

"Morning sleepy head," she stood and kissed him on the cheek. "Our day is free and I am ready to do some sightseeing. How about you?"

John nodded his head and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Lori, maybe we should talk first. I am not sure this was the best idea. I mean, he seems to have a temper and I am afraid something might happen."

She stuttered, " But, but this was your idea. I mean not just some off the cuff brilliant thought, no I have heard this for twenty fucking years!" her voice echoed across the ceramic floors, "Now, I mean, now you try and make me feel bad, like I made this happen.....just because it was a lot so quick, and, and you didn't get to see, Oh John, do you want me to quit. I will but I, I don't want to." Tears were welling up in her eyes.




Tuscany Ch. 02



He walked over and put his arm around her shoulder, "I know. It was my idea and I was turned on, but something scares me. I'm not sure he thinks this is a game. I don't want to lose you. Maybe I am afraid he is what you want."

She smiled, "John, my dear Johnny, besides the sex I honestly wouldn't give him the time of day. He somehow knows what buttons to push, how to unleash these desires I've kept hidden for years. It is as though he listened in to all our bedroom chats over years. I would never leave you, but please let me, and us..... cause I know it turns you on. Let us both experience a bit more. I'm almost fifty John and this opportunity will never come again. I will stop whenever you say."

Guilt ran through his body. Thinking to all the nights online with Bruno where he described in detail Lori's fantasies, and some he embellished or made up. John knew why Lori's lover could read her like a book; he had given him a copy before the test. He opened Pandora's box and it was only fair to Lori not to close it yet.

"All right, Lori. Just promise me you will stop when I say stop," he raised his voice just a bit as he finished, "and I want to be there from now on. "

She smiled, "my knight in shining armor, to protect me or to watch me?"

He kissed her forehead, "a little of both I think."

They hung around the house after having a light breakfast out on the deck by the patio. Lori went in to change as John stayed on to check E mails on his iPad. After about twenty minutes he heard the sound of stilettos on the deck. He looked up and was surprised by what he saw. Lori was in the red heels plus a denim skirt which just reached mid thigh. Her top was more a strap than a top. She had a white tube top which barely confined her tits. Her nipples were prominent and her flat stomach on display. At first glance she seemed like a college girl on vacation, but upon further inspection: the wrinkles at the corner of her mouth, the veins on the back of her hands, the crows feet all pointed to a mature looking woman trying to look young. 

John, mouth agape said, "Lori, you're not wearing that out are you. Bruno isn't even going to be with us."

"He told me I could only wear the clothes we bought yesterday," she ran her hand from her throat to her legs in a swift motion, "this is one of the more conservative outfits."

"Go, put one of your summer dresses on."

"No, I promised him I'd follow orders." She put her hands on her hips and stared at her husband, "I'll stay home but I will not change!"

John got up and walked into the house. As he passed her he felt his cock stir and knew he had told Bruno of her wish to be displayed publicly in clothes inappropriate for her age. He was mad but admitted to himself Bruno was doing exactly what they had talked about. John changed into shorts and a polo shirt with slip on canvas shoes. He went to the closet and grabbed one of his short sleeved button up cotton shirts.

Lori was sitting at the counter when John walked in and dropped the shirt in front of her. "put this on, it may get chilly later on."

Lori understood the concession and slipped his shirt on, leaving it untucked and unbuttoned. It was just enough to soften the sluttiness of her outfit but still left her exposed. John was sure she would attract the stares of many men in town and revel in the humiliation of her exposure.

They were walking outside towards the Fiat when a white 'Policia' car drove up the driveway. It stopped next to their car and a portly officer stepped out. "Sir, you are the American staying here? I am Officer Campisi"

John, unsure what this was about answered, "Yes, my wife and I have been here for a few days. Is something the matter?"

He stepped back to the car and reached into the back seat, pulling out a zip lock bag with what appeared to be the dress Lori was wearing yesterday. "we found this down the road a bit. One of the neighbors found it and she said she saw a woman in town wearing it earlier. She remembered how much she liked the dress and noticed the woman was with Bruno Tattalia." he looked at Lori and continued, "are you the woman she saw?"

Lori suddenly was grateful for the white shirt and had buttoned the middle of the shirt when he drove up, "Yes, we met Brun...ah Mr.Tattalia earlier and he was so kind to give me a tour of the city. My husband," she pointed at John, "wasn't feeling well so he stayed here."

"And how, may I ask did your dress end up two Kilometers from here?"

"I, I, don't know. I had spilt some wine on it and when Bruno dropped me off I washed the stain and put it on the railing," Lori pointed to a railing on the porch. "I didn't even miss it until now. May...maybe the wind, no not that far. I'm not sure. A dog perhaps?"

The officer looked like he did not believe her at all. "Yes, maybe a dog dragged it two kilometers without tearing it and then urinated on it, leaving it beside tire tracks of a small car." His eyes drifted towards the Fiat.

John spoke up, "Officer I am not sure what happened but I watched her wash the wine stain and I was the one who suggested to set it outside. Maybe it was teenagers, who knows, but thank you for bringing it back. We will put it in the wash." He held his hand out until the man raised his arm and handed him the bag. "We were just leaving, is there anything else."

The man knew John was angry and nothing pointed to anything sinister, the woman seemed fine. "No, we just wanted to be sure your wife was, how do you say, hunky dory? Thank you," he turned to leave, then over his shoulder he added, "be careful with Mr Tattalia." 

The officer left and John walked to the trash where he tossed the bag. He looked at his wife and shook his head. "We stop when I say stop."

End of Ch 2



Tuscany Ch. 03



Chapter 3: In Lori's Descent Into Submission

Better read in sequence. Thank you!

She looked at him, shaking her head in agreement, but thinking how sexy it was; Bruno being this Italian 'bad boy' The two of them drove into town and had a light lunch. John was excited by the looks the men were giving his wife, even with the shirt cover up. He was asking about some local wineries when he saw Lori take out her phone. 

She walked over to him and when he finished talking, she smiled, "Bruno just texted me. We are to meet him at the clock tower in twenty minutes."

The tower wasn't far from the restaurant so John paid the bill and they decided to walk. They held hands like young lovers and anticipated meeting Bruno. It was not the welcome meeting they hoped for. As soon as Bruno spotted them walking across the Piazza his expression changed. Lori saw the same look in his eyes as when he ripped her dress from her hands last night.

"What did you promise me last night. With my cock pounding your wet cunt what did you swear? Answer me!"

John was taken back by this display. Luckily it wasn't crowded but he could see some people farther down the street wondering what the yelling was about. "Bruno, easy. Lower your voice."

It was as if Bruno only just noticed John and in a split second considered his options. He knew his plan was not far along enough, yet.

"I am sorry," his voice was at conversation level, "It is just your wife promised to follow my wishes. She was only to wear the clothes we bought yesterday in Siena. I was not thinking, I am sorry Lori for yelling, but you will need to be punished for not following the instructions. There must be discipline for this to work. You both must know your place!"

John explained she was wearing the shirt at his insistence. They did not know they would be meeting and he felt she looked sexy even with the shirt. 

John put his hand on Bruno's shoulder and whispered, "Chill, we will talk later," 

Bruno fought the urge to rip his hand off of his shoulder and nodded his head in agreement. He looked at John, "Well, now I am here, please ask your wife to remove the shirt. We will discuss her punishment later."

John at first was going to deny the Italian's request but felt a stirring in his loins. This is what he planned and worked so hard for. He looked at Lori and silently raised his hand motioning for the shirt. Lori looked around briefly and knew from the wetness she was feeling nothing would stop her. For some reason his threat of punishment had excited her. Her and John had talked about her being spanked in the past. Spanked....or more?

She shrugged her shoulders and the shirt slid down her arms and onto her hands. She raised it up and placed it in her husband's hand. His eyes left hers and drifted downward focusing on the blatantly hard nipples on display. 

Bruno walked over to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Now what did you tell me you were last night?"

Lori stood straight, causing her breasts to push forward, "I am your cunt. I am sorry for disobeying you, Bruno," she paused then added, "I deserve to be punished. I am so sorry."

"I am glad you understand the importance of you suffering for not following orders. Do not continue down this road, my Pet or else our time together will be over. You have a yearning inside, a desire needing to be fulfilled. Your husband cannot do it and as you know the clock is ticking," he paused so the words had time to sink in, "it is up to the both of you, of course. But if you wish to explore these feelings you will follow orders!"

John swore her nipples became visibly harder as Bruno spoke to her. He had mixed emotions. This man was doing everything they had spoken about, yet John was afraid he set the limits too low and Bruno was planing on stretching the envelope. He just needed to talk to Bruno, alone and revise their plans. This punishment talk was scaring him. He had told Bruno she was excited about the prospect of pain. There was still plenty of excitement for all three without overdoing it. John explained to Bruno about the visit from the officer that morning.

"Was he a short fat man?" he asked.

John told him it was and relayed the conversation about the dress and where it was found.

"He is a jealous man, I have known him much of my life. We grew up in the same village. I fucked his wife, before they married and after. She finally left him and he holds me responsible." Bruno started to walk reaching out and grabbing Lori's around the waist, letting his hand rest high on her ass cheek. "Take me to your car. I want to fuck your wife in the bed you slept together in last night."

The car was much too small for Bruno and Lori to sit in the back seat, so Bruno sat in front while John drove. He had Lori sit in the center of the back seat with her denim skirt pulled up to her waist. With both feet touching the side of the car her pussy was spread wide open. Bruno spoke all the way back to the villa about how wet it was and he liked to degrade Lori by asking questions of her children as they drove. John was going to tell him to stop, even though they had discussed this line of talk, but he was so hard he decided to leave it be. 

When they arrived they went inside the house. John was anxious to finally see his wife with another man. But Bruno had other plans.

"Lori, I saw you have one of those Apple smart phones," she shook her head in agreement, "I am sure you are afraid of pictures being taken, but I want to take them with your camera phone. I will, of course, leave the phone with the two of you. I would suggest you delete them but not until tomorrow night. Let me explain. I will be gone in the evening but I wish the two of you to go to a nice restaurant in town. I will suggest a few places where you will dress up. I want Lori to wear the black dress we bought. It is sexy but I do not think too much so."

Lori spoke up, speaking more to John than Bruno, "No it is something I would wear back home, Well not in front of the kids, but out to dinner, just the two of us."

John looked at Bruno, not sure where this was going. Bruno continued and explained he will call them during dinner. He wants his cunt, and he emphasized 'his' to sit in the booth and look at each photo and describe it in detail to Bruno on the phone. She may not leave the dining room or hide the phone. She will be embarrassed but Bruno thinks, so turned on. He smiled at John and said he will benefit from this once they return home.

John saw no harm in this game and knew Lori had spoken of the excitement she would feel if strangers were to see x-rated pictures of her. This game seemed fun to John and he felt it was unlikely anyone would see the small screen in the restaurant. He grabbed Lori's camera and offered to take the photos, but Bruno said he preferred to do the camera work. John quickly showed him how the iphone camera worked. 

Bruno began taking photos of her dressed in the skirt and tube top. Under his direction, Lori struck many poses. She found herself getting wetter as each photo was a bit racier than the other. Soon she was completely naked blatantly spreading herself open and finger fucking herself for the camera. The dirty names Bruno called her made her so excited she tried to outdo each pose. Bruno gave the camera to John and the three of them went to the bedroom. Bruno explained he would be by the next evening to take her to a spot he and friends into BDSM played. He looked into her eyes and said all he needed for her discipline was there.

John spoke, "Bruno, I am not sure I like the idea of Lori being beaten."

"John, you two wanted to experience this type of relationship. Dom and Sub. For it to work there must be consequences for Lori's actions. Otherwise it is just a game. I will hurt Lori, but no more than she can handle. I know what I am doing. I believe it will take her to the next level in our relationship."

"Listen Bruno, I am not sure if...."

Lori interrupted her husband, "John, I want to explore this. I know you were never able to hurt me. That is because you love me. I want to deal with this, I want to see what it is like." She smiled at her husband and told him maybe after watching Bruno, John would learn what to do when she was 'naughty'. 

Lori walked by the bed and took her lover's hand. They walked to the bed as John stood and watched. John finally got his wish, he saw his wife fucked hard and long by this Italian man. His years of dreaming of this culminated in him orgasming in his pants while watching. After Lori came for the fourth or fifth time, Bruno pulled his large cock out of her and sprayed his cum all over her stomach. Everyone was tired and all felt a little awkward. Bruno saw the stain on John's crotch but did not mention it. He asked John if he could borrow the Fiat to drive home

John was happy Bruno asked for the car because he was too exhausted to drive. He said goodbye and headed for the shower to clean up. Lori was laying on the bed, with Bruno's discharge drying on her body. She quietly said goodbye to Bruno and was asleep before he left the room. Bruno headed for the front door, but not before he picked up Lori's phone and Emailed all the photos, plus Lori's contact list to his iphone.

John and Lori were up early and talked about things over a cup of coffee on the pool deck. John was in his shorts and a T-shirt and Lori was in her robe. They decided to stay home until nightfall. Lori ate very little, on edge about her discipline later in the evening. John tried to convince her she did not need to go through with this. He told her unlike what Bruno said, it is a game. When they go back to the states it will be over. Lori was hearing nothing of it. John stopped pestering her when she said he could stay behind if he wanted.

Bruno arrived a little after dusk. He had a brown paper bag with him and ushered Lori into the bedroom. John was told to wait in the kitchen. Fifteen or so minutes later his wife walked, or rather was led out. On her head was a latex mask that covered her entire head and neck. There was an opening for her mouth but there were no eye holes. Around her neck was a black leather dog collar attached to a black leash. Her body was covered in a body stocking from her neck to her ankles to her wrists. It was a fishnet material and was like nothing John had ever seen. Not even in porno magazines. There were two holes cut out so Lori's tits hung out uncovered. Her genitals from ass to pussy were exposed, the stocking was crotchless. On her feet were black stiletto heels at least four inches high.

She looked like something out of a S & M magazine. She took small steps as Bruno led her by leash across the room. He said the drive was to an isolated area so Lori needed no coverup. John asked her if she knew what she looked like and she said Bruno had put the mask on first. She could only imagine how she looked. She quietly asked him to take a picture.

While driving further up the hills of Tuscany Bruno explained where they were going, "this building, years ago, before my time, was a kennel for hunting dogs. It was abandoned and a group of us bought it and made it into our little play space. Tonight there will be no one there but the three of us." After saying this he winked at John. Her husband understood and thought of saying something, but the stirring in his loins kept him quiet.

There were two buildings visible from the road lighted by some old lampposts. John parked the car next to a van and watched as Lori was led out of the car. The cold air made her shiver and her hard nipples stood proud. Bruno told her to stay where she was as he unlocked the door. 

He motioned for John to follow. Once inside the doorway he leaned over and whispered, "I know one of her fantasies was for people to see her naked but she was not to see them. This way she is never sure if someone she meets may have already seen her naked....or more. Some waiters from a few of the restaurants we will be going to and one of the gardeners from the villa are here to watch, " he grinned like the cat who got the canary.

He slowly ushered Lori into the room. The lower floor where the dogs were once trained was like a mini indoor soccer court. Surrounding it were some raised benches or bleachers. At one end John could see four figures. He recognized the youngest as the gardener's son he had met the first week here. John thought the boy looked barely fifteen years old, but John knew Bruno would not include minors. The others he did not know.

There was a chain with Velcro wrist restraints hanging from the center of the room. There was a St Andrews Cross to one side and a few benches. Along one wall were far too many instruments of discipline. Whips, crops, canes and much more. John sensed Bruno was much more experienced with this than he led him to believe on the internet.

Bruno attached Lori's hands to the chain and pulled a pulley until her arms were taunt. He spent a few minutes gently rubbing her ass and slipped a finger into her pussy. In the quiet of the room all could hear the wetness of her cunt. It was clear she was enjoying this. 

Bruno, close to her ear spoke loud enough for all to hear, "Cunt, tell me why you are here!"

"She whispered, "I did not follow your...." she was cut off by an angry Bruno.

"Louder, Cunt!"

Lori cleared her throat and spoke up, she thought so her husband could hear, "I did not follow your orders and now I must be punished."

"Do you remember your safe word, " he paused as he watched her shake her head up and down, "Good. Remember if you use it we stop. We stop all of this and I say good bye to the both of you. As I spank your ass I think it only polite for you to count aloud and thank me for each stroke and ask for another."

Bruno rubbed her ass with his hand, gently squeezing each cheek. Soft moans emanated from beneath the faceless woman suspended from the ceiling. He stopped, slowly raised his hand, palm open and paused. Then with no warning he brought his hand down quickly and with much force. The slap across her cheek echoed through the room and her gasp and yelp was more from the surprise then the pain. A handprint could be seen forming on her right cheek.

"Well?"

Remembering her instructions Lori loudly voiced, "one, thank you may I have another?"

"Good, cunt." His hand came down on the other cheek, leaving an even redder handprint. The pain seemed to be connected directly to her pussy because in spite of it Lori felt herself becoming wetter. Each subsequent slap was harder then the one before and at the count of twenty Lori was crying.

"Stop, it is enough," yelled John. He walked over to his wife and unhooked her wrists. She fell into his arms and she waked as he half carried her to a bench where she sat gingerly. He reached for the latex mask to remove it but stopped when Bruno spoke.

"John, we are not through yet. Her punishment is not finished." He made no effort to move and his voice was calm.

"I'm sorry Bruno, I think it is over."

From behind the mask Lori's voice could be heard, "John, Bruno is right, my punishment must continue. If you do not wish to watch, go wait in the car." 

John stood dumbfounded by the realization his wife of so many years was asking to be hurt some more. Bruno knew at that moment Lori was something special. He had never met a woman so in need of her submissive side as Lori. Perhaps the only one who was close was the fat policeman's wife. 

Bruno spoke, "Stand the cunt up, and do not interfere again."

John stood his wife up and noticed her ass was still red from the spanking. Bruno grabbed the leash, hanging between her breasts and slowly lead her over to a waist high bench. He placed her body on the cushioned bench and hooked her ankles to the Velcro strips on the bench. Her tits were flattened out against the black faux leather and her asshole and pussy were peeking through the slit in the crotch of the body stocking.

He stood behind her and his hand snaked into the slit until his two fingers penetrated her wet hole. He marveled at how some women are turned on by pain. He pumped his hand in and out of her cunt and watched as she rocked back, trying to heighten the thrusts. Bruno could tell she was nearing release and abruptly removed his fingers. Lori's hips continued to move hoping to recapture his hand.

"It seems you are ready for the punishment to continue," he waited for her head to shake in agreement. "Since your husband saw fit to stop things, I am afraid we must expand your, how would I say it, your abuse. My hand is tired, so we may stop now, and I will assume you are not serious about your allegiance to me, or I can use the crop."

"The crop, please I need to finish this, I need to please you." Lori pushed her body up until she was standing, feet still tethered to the bench and tried to listen for a breath or noise telling her where Bruno was. She turned her head in his direction and continued, "please..."

Bruno walked over to the wall and grabbed a long black riding crop. He swung it through the air and even without sight Lori knew what was coming. He grabbed her leash pulling her so she stood erect and with his right hand he tapped the crop against her ass. Then in rapid succession, five or six quick, hard snaps of his wrist landed the leather of the crop against her ass. Bruno knew how to handle the crop and was sure she would suffer no more than a mild bruise if that. 

Lori yelped like an animal but held her ground. The instinct to protect her ass with her hands was fought and she took each hit with no attempt to block or lessen its impact.

When done Bruno placed the shaft of the crop in her mouth and plunged his fingers back inside of her. Lori was soaked and so close to orgasm she moaned in disappointment as the hand left much to soon again.

"I want you to understand the one in control must respect the limits of the sub, but, " he paused taking a moment to gently rub her breasts sticking out of the mesh body stocking like whales breaching the ocean surface. "if she does not learn to trust her Dom and follow orders it is no more than a silly Hollywood sex game."

He went on to tell her her session was not over. For not only she must learn the result of disobedience, her husband must also learn.

Speaking aloud, Bruno stated, "Lori use both hands and hold your right breast up and out." He removed the crop from her mouth as he watched her stretch her tit out into space. Taking the small leather flap at the end of the crop her rubbed it gently across her nipple. Lori at first touch shivered and one could hear her suck in her breath. She waited for the pain but only felt the gentle caress of the leather.

This gentle touch lasted for quite a bit and as he continued he spoke, "These next smacks are due to your husband's attempt to save you from the one thing we both know you need." He tapped her nipple in rapid succession, "be sure to hold your tit for me and do not attempt to back away, and remember to thank me for helping you fulfill your needs," no sooner had he finished the last words when he raised his right hand and flicked the arm and wrist in unison, landing a hard quick wallop directly on her nipple.

The sound of the leather striking flesh echoed in the small arena and Lori's involuntary scream was heard throughout the room. To her credit she did not step away and her hands never left her breast. Seconds after contact she thanked Bruno and asked for another. Two more equal or greater blows were administered to her right breast, then after switching her grip to her left boob, three more strokes were given. All were followed by a thank you and request for another.

Bruno was proud of her and felt his dream of bringing her back to the club would surely happen. He walked her to a bench and laid her on her back. Standing between he thighs he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He rubbed the head up and down the drenched slit.




Tuscany Ch. 03



"What do you want, Cunt?" he asked.

"Your cock, please fuck me!"

His hand swung out and in an upward motion he slapped her tit, hard enough that it bounced obscenely on her chest.

Before he could order her, she shouted what she knew they both wanted to hear, "Again, slap it again....harder!" 

The right and left tit both were cuffed multiple times, then in one swift motion he thrust into her warm, moist cavernous hole until his balls slapped against her ass. Both were well past foreplay and each thrust was harder than the one that preceded it. Lori felt her ass and breasts radiating pain that seemed to beckon the nerves in her clit to climax. She came hard and felt Bruno's large cock fire jet after jet of his seed deep into her. 

After she came down from her zenith she felt exhausted. Bruno instructed John to switch on the flood lights which blared down onto the arena. The lights were so bright Bruno could not see the four men, but he knew they could see Lori and him. He reached forward, his cock still buried in her and pulled her up. While he held her he could feel her vaginal walls milking his member. John was instructed to remove the hood. Once off Lori's eyes took time to adjust to the arena and she saw all the instruments of pain. Would she see, or feel them again, she wondered. Her face was red and her eyes swollen from the tears and the heat of the mask. She wanted to go home.

Bruno pulled out of her and helped her to her feet, lifting the leash high above her shoulder so her head was pointed upwards. She stood in the bright lights with her tits hanging out of the body stocking still red from abuse.

Bruno pulled a key chain from his pocket and dangled it in front of her face. She noticed on a quarter sized medallion a paw print. He smiled and told her him and his friends called their group the 'kennel club' in honor of the previous owners. He said all members had a medallion like his.

"Including," he paused noticing the questioning look on Lori's face, "the four members here now. Three of them work at restaurants we will visit during your stay, and one is a member of the caretakers of your villa. So my little slut, I wonder how you will feel, knowing a complete stranger, someone you have never seen has seen your entire punishment tonight. Is it the pool boy or the gardener, the chef or the busboy?" 

"They know they cannot touch or use you, but if your paths cross and they feel the desire, they have been instructed to show their membership keychain and they may order you to do something that I am sure will embarrass you." His laughter filled the room and as he said goodbye, Lori could here at least four different voices bidding him goodbye or 'Ciao." The sound of the van disappeared into the night.

Bruno led her to the car and they drove home in silence. Lori was still basking in the aftermath of the night and wondered what evil things the men could ask of her. Bruno told them he would be by in the morning. He wanted to take them to the nude beach on the coast.

John helped his wife out of the stocking and heels and laid her on the bed. He told her they must discuss this before she slept. They both admitted they enjoyed the evening with Bruno and thought maybe after the trip to the beach tomorrow it may be best to take a break. Perhaps a week or two, then if both of them are up for it they will contact Bruno for more games.

Lori's sensible side knew her husband was right but deep inside she wanted to continue, but not enough to risk her marriage. It just astounded her how everything Bruno did delved into her dark secrets. It seemed he could read her mind. They voiced concern he may get upset so they decided to wait until they came back from the beach to talk with him. It was a two edged sword: they wanted the games to continue but wanted to be in control of their future.

Bruno showed up a little after ten in the morning. He was wearing a swimsuit and T-shirt. Lori's body had withstood the abuse of the night before. Slight bruising on her ass was the only signs of their adventure. Not wanting to upset him, Lori had yet to dress, thinking it better to let him decide. Bruno seemed to like her decision and was in a very good mood. He told her to remove her robe on the deck. He explained they were going to go to Bibbona Beach almost two hours away. It is one of Tuscany's few all nude beaches and children were not allowed. There are some dune areas that people who wish to play a little bit can do away from the others. 

"Lori, I want you to wear the suit we bought, and John you might want to put on a suit yourself. The water is beautiful and must be experienced." He smiled at the two Americans.

"Bruno, may I ," Lori's voice was strong but with deference, "may I wear a shirt as a cover up until we are at the beach. The wicked weasel swim suit is nothing more than three patches held with floss. I will wear it, believe me I am getting wet now thinking of it, But, in the car and down to the beach, could I please..."

He cut her short, "Of course, I understand completely. Wear the shirt you wore the other night. There are some beach umbrellas I have reserved for us. I am afraid with your skin so pale you will burn. Bring sun screen. Now go and dress."

Lori left the two men and Bruno walked close to John, "Remember the story you told me the two of you both found so exciting?" he noticed John's quizzical expression and continued, "where Lori is blindfolded and played with by a man. Then she must beg to climax and the blindfold is removed just as she begins her orgasm, only to reveal a room full of men with their cocks out masturbating."

John shook his head in recognition of what really was one of their favorite fantasies. Bruno continued, "I have arranged for five men, six including you to help Lori fulfill this dream. When we get there I will send you back to the car for my sunglasses, giving me time to get things going. I do not want the other men to know you are her husband, so do not speak. They will be more likely to call her names and egg her on if they do not know it is your wife. This is good, No?"

John was ashamed of himself for admitting it but he shook his head yes and already could feel his cock stirring. Thoughts of ending these exploits with Bruno were temporarily forgotten. He rushed to get his suit and when he went to the bedroom he could not believe his wife. She was wearing the smallest swimsuit he had ever seen, and even though they were going to a nude beach, she seemed more exposed than if she were nude.

"God, John, can you believe this? If I just take a few steps the thong works its way into my pussy lips. And the top, barely covers my nipples!" She pulled the thong out of her pussy but as soon as she released it the cloth snaked its way back into her cunt. "I think I will be humiliated more in this than if he had me walk nude across the beach!"

John told her he thought that was the idea, but made no mention of the audience Bruno had planned for Lori. She put on the cover up and they started the long ride to the shore. Bruno, acting very much the tour guide pointed out sights and never mentioned anything of a sexual nature the entire ride.

When they arrived Bruno told them the nude part of the beach was at the south end. It was a bit of a walk and Lori found herself getting excited from the rubbing of the thong against her pussy. What a slut I am she thought and wondered when Bruno would force her to remove the cover up. Once at the nude section Bruno asked her to give the shirt to John. They walked a few meters until he brought them to an area hidden by dunes on three sides and only open to the water, twenty or thirty yards away.

There was a spot with two umbrellas and a large blanket underneath. Bruno took off his shirt and put down the bag he brought. He told John he forgot his glasses in the Fiat and wondered if he would mind going back for them, John readily agreed and started the forty minute round trip right away. Lori was unsure of what to do so waited at the edge of the towel. Bruno motioned for her to sit next to him and offered her a drink of Limoncella that he had brought in the thermos. She loved the taste of the lemon liquor and savored its taste. The sweetness masked its high alcohol content. 

Once she finished the drink Bruno began rubbing her shoulders, telling her how nasty she looked in the Weasel bikini with the micromini bottom. He began to kiss her and tell her what a slut she was. Most of the people who come to nude beaches are naturalists who enjoy the sun, but Lori was a slut who wanted to show her tits and ass to strangers. Lori was responding to Bruno and did nothing to stop his hands from pulling her tits out of their small fabric top. He laid her back on the blanket and handed her some sunglasses to wear. 

"I want your senses masked. The glasses are blacked out so, like last night, you cannot see anyone or anything." He was now openly rubbing her nipples and talking dirty to her. Soon his right hand worked its way down her taut stomach and pulled the thong tightly upward. The fabric was already well into her slit and his tug caused a pain to her clit that rather than slow her sensations, heightened them. It hurt so good, what a pain slut I am she thought.

Bruno was now whispering in her ear, both in Italian and English, calling her 'slut' 'whore' 'cunt'. Stopping only to bite her ear lobe or her nipple. After ten or so minutes of this he could sense her body was getting close to reaching orgasm. 

He asked, "does my slut want to cum?"

Lori moaned and shook her head up and down yes.

"No. no my cunt. You must ask me to climax. Tell me what you want." His fingers slipped into her open, wet cunt and he almost lifted her lower body off the blanket as he worked them deep into her.

"Please Bruno I want to cum. Please don't stop!"

He knew she was close, so while slowing down his manipulation of her pussy he continued to make her verbally describe what she wanted. He saw his five friends all nearby watching in amazement as she tried hard to fuck herself against his fingers. Bruno wasn't sure if she could hold on until John returned but was relieved when he saw him coming over the dune.

"Lori, tell me who you are and what you want. Say it loud so everyone can hear."

Lori paused for a moment wondering if there was anyone else at the dune. She was ready to cum but Bruno knew how to slow the pace enough to quell her passion. She did not care if anyone was there, she needed to cum.

"I am your cunt and I want to cum on your hand. Please Bruno let me cum!"

John just arrived at those words and was startled by the other men openly stroking their cocks as they watched his wife rotate on the Italian's hand.

"I want my friends to cover your tits with their cum, then and only then will I let you have your wish, but you must do it yourself while all watch." He then pulled the sunglasses from her eyes and pulled his hand from her crotch.

Lori blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright light. At first she saw just silhouettes of men, then she saw their arms moving and could make out cocks being stroked. Oh my god she thought, they are going to cum all over me. Even John, whom she noticed, cock in hand.

"Ask them, my cunt. Ask them all." Bruno was relishing the control he held and hoped his friend with the telescopic lens had a clear view of Lori.

"Please shoot your loads on my tits, all over me, please I want to cum so bad."

"Say it in Italian, beg for it cunt."

Lori tried the best she could to ask for release. The men laughed at her poor verbal skills and were calling her names like American whore, slut USA and pig. They had all moved to her forming a circle, two of the men remembering to keep a space open between them for the man hiding by the dune. Lori heard Bruno tell her to get on her knees. She scrambled up, her right hand never leaving her pussy. She begged Bruno to let her come and he said only once the men were satisfied. Her body was covered in sweat, the thong barely visible now that it was pushed so deep inside. Her nipples were rock hard and she kept asking in two languages for them to cum on her.

Bruno said perhaps she wasn't trying hard enough. Maybe she didn't want to cum bad enough. Maybe they should pack up and leave. Lori was so frustrated, so in need of release she surprised both John and Bruno. She leaned forward and for lack of a better description she gulped the closest cock in the group into her mouth. The man was startled because they were told no touching, but as her warm mouth swallowed his cock to the base he could not hold up. As he tensed to cum, Lori felt his body stiffen and pulled her mouth off his cock. She grabbed it and directed his cum all over her tits.

Yelling 'Piu', 'Piu' Lori asked in Italian for 'more' and 'more'. Her mouth sucked the next mans cock deep inside and she felt a warm blast of cum hit her in the face from her left. Then another and the man in her mouth pulled out and shot load after load onto her face and tits. The next load hit her in the eyes and the cum was burning but she did not care. She wondered through her lust filled mind if John had cum yet.

For a few minutes more the men finished emptying their balls all over the woman. Six loads of cream painted her face and tits. Bruno told her she could cum and this nearly fifty year old woman with knees spread wide fell back until her shoulders touched the blanket. John could not believe she was that flexible and now felt all the money he paid for yoga classes was well spent.

Thinking of what people at home would think of her now, covered in cum, putting on a spectacle for strange men sent her over the edge. Her body visibly went into spasm and she had the hardest and longest climax of her life. There was nothing but silence for a few seconds after. Then the men started to talk among themselves as Lori slowly slid each leg from under her. Bruno handed her a towel and she wiped the cum from her face. He told her to leave it on her tits. 

Without arranging her suit, and not asking for the shirt she walked back to the car between the two most important men in her life at that moment. As they approached some of the sun worshippers and they started to hear the disgust in their voices, John took the shirt and covered his wife's cum covered tits. Bruno let it go, because he knew he would soon own her completely.

They barely spoke on the long drive back, Lori and John were both emotionally drained, As they approached the house, Bruno was talking of other adventures he had planned. He wanted to watch Lori eat pussy and was thinking of a gang bang. Lori's eyes watched her husband and wondered if he really would end it.

"Bruno," John spoke with authority, "We really have enjoyed this adventure. But, I don't think either of us were planing on all six weeks to be spent playing games with you. Don't get me wrong, we both enjoyed them but I think we need a break. There is a lot to see in Tuscany and I think we want some time together, just the two of us. If we decide to try another adventure we will call you. Thanks very much."

Bruno bit his tongue and told them he understood. He went on to say if they changed their minds or needed a guide he was available. He had them drop him off in town and they said goodbye. John hoped it was for good. Lori felt sad and empty. She knew she loved John and could not defy him. The cum stains on her shirt and the taste of cock still in her mouth reminded her that John was right: this could get out of hand.

John broke the silence, "that went easier than I expected. Let's go home and shower. Then we will put you in some of those clothes he hated and have a nice quiet dinner."

John could have made love to her at any time, he knew she was horny from this afternoon, but he wanted to forget the sex for now and spend time with the mother of his children, his wife and best friend. They had a great time at a small little cafe near the old part of town. Both would scan the crowds for signs of Bruno but he was not to be seen.

They arrived home a little after midnight and were getting ready for bed when Lori's phone rang. They had told the kids to e-mail unless an emergency because phone charges would be very high. Lori saw the number was from her daughter, Kate. She was a freshman at UCLA. Lori was afraid to answer, thinking the worse.

"Hello, Kate are you all right?"

"I'm fine, but what are you doing Mom. That is so gross!" John could hear his daughter's voice but could not understand the words. Lori mouthed 'she's okay' and shrugged her shoulders.

"Kate, settle down, what is gross. What are you talking about?:

"The picture is gross, Mom, what do you think?"

"Listen Kate I do not know what you are talking about. What picture? Settle down and explain yourself!" she raised her voice, "this call is not cheap, young lady!" 

There was a silence at the other end and Lori at first thought her daughter had ended the call. Then her phone beeped, indicating there was an email sent to her iphone. When she opened it she saw it was sent from Kate's phone. As soon as Lori saw the picture she knew why her daughter was so upset. There she was naked, in the room she was now standing cupping her tits, holding them up as if showing them off. She had red heels on and nothing else. Her shaved pussy was openly displayed and there was a big grin on her face.

John was looking over her shoulder and understood exactly what had happened. Bruno! He whispered something into Lori's ear. 

Lori spoke, shaking her head to her husband that she understood what he wanted. "Oh my god, Kate, honey. I am so sorry. I drank some wine and your dad was in town picking up some supplies. I thought I sent it to him. Oh my, do you think your brother got one too. What did I do?"

"No, the picture was only sent to me, thank God. I know you guys are on a second honey moon but please, if anyone saw this, I would be so embarrassed! If I were you I would delete every picture you have. Can you imagine what grandpa would do if he saw that. He'd have a heart attack!" Kate figured it was okay for them to play games, but she still thought it was gross. "and Mom, here at school the only girls who shave down there are the sluts. I will delete this and I never want to talk about it again. NEVER! Especially with Daddy. Goodbye."

Lori heard the line go silent and stood stunned for a few seconds before she spoke. She was so humiliated by what her daughter had said. It took all her will to try and fight the moistening between her legs. "That bastard Bruno must have made copies. John some of the others are much, much worse. Look, " she held out her phone and kept sweeping her finger across the screen. Picture after picture, each more explicit than the one before. There were almost fifty pictures with the last five or six just downright vulgar.

"If he had Kate's information he might have everyone on my phone. What are we going to do?"

John tried to settle her down but Lori began to cry. He told her he would talk with Bruno the next day and straighten things out. John told her in the worst case, Bruno would send the raunchiest picture. They could explain it as a little naughty fun between husband and wife. There is nothing bad enough to allow any blackmail or family ruin. John could tell she wasn't buying it, she was the one with her fingers pushed deep into her pussy in the last few pictures.

"John, you better get all of them back, " she was sobbing now and her eyes were swollen, "I mean it. No one can see those pictures."

John was regretting his decision to snare Lori in his trap. It seems he, as well was caught. He knew he had to be firm with Bruno and not let him understand how afraid Lori is. If he senses her fear he could ask for anything. John figured he had enough cash in some accounts that if it came to it he could negotiate a deal for the photos.




Tuscany Ch. 03



Lori barely spoke to him and he knew she hardly slept because he was awake most of the night also. The next morning he told Lori his thoughts. "Lori, if he knows how afraid you are of those pictures being seen he will have the upper hand on us. You cannot cry or beg. You need to be strong and let me do all the talking," he noticed he questioning look, "yes, I think you need to be there when we meet. If you are not present he will know how upset you must be. I think we need to meet privately, so I called him this morning and asked for him to be here at noon." He went to put his arm on her and she pulled away, "You must be strong," he repeated.

Lori's eyes were swollen and she knew John was right. They both needed to give an impression of indifference and show no fear. The worse scenario would be embarrassment over pictures taken by husband and wife while on vacation, what kind of leverage would he have? She told John she would try her best and she admitted to John she had been taken in by this man. She could not believe how well he understood her desires. She told John this was as much her fault as his. John for a moment felt he should tell her the truth. He felt guilty but knew better than to admit to it.

It was twelve thirty before Bruno came. The extra time waiting wore heavily on Lori. She drank two glasses of wine to calm her nerves. John was beginning to wonder if her being there was a good idea. Bruno drove a Vespa and was carrying a back pack. He had the look in his eyes that Lori saw when she did not dress exactly as he had ordered. She kept telling herself to be strong.

John spoke first, "What gives you the right to bring my family into this? My daughter was a little upset when she saw the picture, but luckily we convinced her it was a little game we were playing and Lori simply sent the picture to the wrong address. Lori and I enjoyed our time with you but we want it to end. I'm not sure what you want but leave my family out of it!"

Bruno set his backpack down on the kitchen counter. He smiled at Lori, dressed in her 'Anne Klein' look. Knit tailored shorts, a white blouse and a sweater draped over her shoulders. 

"John, I put a lot of time and energy into this. I will say when it stops." 

Bruno was ready for any type of physical response from John. While John was in college Bruno was working as a bouncer in bars across the valley. He doubted John had ever been in a fight and would easily be brought down. The two of them together could be trouble, he thought, but once he explained things, he felt the fight would be gone from them.

"Bull shit, " John's voice boomed in the kitchen. "You might embarrass us if you send out more of those pictures, but we will weather it, " he looked at his wife and she nodded in agreement, "so get the fuck out of here and if even one more picture surfaces I will visit your policeman friend. Do you understand? We are not afraid of you!"

Quietly, Bruno opened his backpack and slipped out an iPad. He turned it on, made some adjustments then turned it towards the couple. 

"Perhaps you can be brave with those pictures but how about your son seeing his mother being fucked on the hood of a Fiat?" There in the green hue of low light infrared photography was Lori, naked but for heels. As he moved from one picture to another there was no doubt it was her and she seemed to be enjoying herself. 

Before either could answer. Bruno continued, "or your parents seeing their daughter giving head in the front of this very Villa?" More pictures of Lori walking nude from the car and sucking Bruno off in the doorway. Clearly John could be seen opening the door and letting both of them into the house.

"Or maybe the church officials will like this, perhaps the best of all in live action...." Bruno pressed a play button and there was Lori in her bikini walking along the beach. The digital movie had been edited and the next scene showed her thrusting her pussy against Bruno's hand and begging to cum. Then the final indignity; Lori begging each man to ejaculate on her, One who was clearly her husband. Then, dripping in semen her relieving herself, with her fingers, in front of the crowd, having an orgasm that seemed to knock her unconscious for a few seconds.

Lori lost it. She started to sob, her whole body shaking. She walked to the couch and more fell than sat onto the cushion. John could not believe this. He had been set up, obviously, but the detail and organization behind this was beyond his expectations.

His shoulders slumped and he broke the silence, "what do you want, Bruno? Money? I'm not a rich man but I can come up with something if you give me time."

"Well, of course this cost me some to engineer. I will want reimbursement before you leave. Let's say in the range of 10,000 Euros. But what I want is what we talked so many nights about. I want Lori, for the rest of the trip to be mine."

Lori looked up, "What do you mean, you talked so many nights about it, about what? Talked to who?"

"Bruno, I think you should go. We can discuss this later in private," John tried to hurry this on, hoping Lori didn't grasp exactly what was said.

"Wait, what the fuck is he talking about John." she screamed, standing up, face flushed in anger.

"Lori I will explain it to you later, I promise," turning towards Bruno he simply said one word, "go."

"Maybe this will help you understand Lori." he pressed another button on the tablet and there was a few moments of silence, except for the breathing of a man. Then a voice was heard. 

It was clearly John's, "Bruno I am so glad we are finally talking. The computer chat is fine but I really need to believe you are the man you say you are. Don't want to find out it is some three hundred pound pervert in Cleveland." A small chuckle could be heard.

"Well, I hope the same is true. I hope your wife, Lori is as exciting as you say. I look forward to fucking her, John." A moan could be heard on the recording of John's response.

"She is primed. All we talk about is her being used like a slut. If you play your cards right she will be your little slut for our whole vacation."

"I look forward to it John, but I want to make it clear, this isn't going to be a one night stand. I understand she might turn me down right off, but if I can hook her, if I get her going knowing all you have told me about her. I want to push her limits John. I really want her to be my slut."

The noises made by John, sounded almost like he was masturbating, "I want this as much as you. I think if you can seduce her that first night we meet at Le Vecchie Mura, I think anything goes after that. If you are the cocksman you claim to be, that bitch will be yours."

Bruno turned off the audio. "I have all our conversations and transcripts of our chats, if you care to see them Lori."

She ignored Bruno and walked up to her husband and slapped him, "you bastard, all this time I have been saying this man reads me like a book, he knows my secret desires. I could not refuse him because everything he did excited me. Well I know why now, you told him everything!"

She turned to Bruno, "I will do anything you want, I have no choice. But how do I know after we leave you won't post them on the internet or send them to my family? Please do not let anyone see those pictures. Please!"

"You really do not know. I guess you need to trust me. Like you have trusted him for so many years?" Bruno laughed. "I have no reason to ruin your life. I have enjoyed playing games with women my whole life. Lori of all the women I have ever met, no one is like you. Now you may not accept it, but you revel in the degradation and humiliation. I want us both to go on a journey of discovery. After we finish I will let you go. You only have my word but I have never lied to you or to John all those months we have chatted."

John started to protest but Lori spoke up, "John, you have no voice in this. Stay or leave, I do not care. I expect we will be through when this is over. If there is any chance for us, any at all, it will be when I know this is over."

John realized his protest would fall on deaf ears. He sat down, elbows on his knees, head in hands. What had he done he thought to himself. He wished for this for so long and found it was nothing like he envisioned . Be careful what you wish for!

Lori thought there would be time to absorb all of this. She looked a mess and she was emotionally drained. Bruno told her to strip. 

"I do not want to see you in any outfit you brought from the USA. Lori, I expect complete obedience and if I do not see it now I will send E-mails to all your contacts."

Broken, drained and past caring, Lori dropped her sweater from her shoulders. removed her blouse and the shorts. She was wearing a white lace bra and matching panties. They were her favorite, sexy and comfortable. She understood she probably will have no need for any of her lingerie for the rest of the trip. She kicked off her sandals and stood in the center of the room.

"It is almost three, " Bruno said, "I only have time for a blow job. Let's go into the bedroom and I will pick out your outfit for tonight. John you stay here. I'd like you to bring her to town at eight sharp. We will have dinner together."

"I don't want him there," Lori calmly stated. "do what you want with me but I don't want him to get his rocks off watching."

"Well, my dear, you have no choice," he headed for the bedroom, "hurry I must cum before I go." Bruno laughed at his joke.

End of ch 3 



Tuscany Ch. 04



John did not know how long he sat, it may have been minutes, it may have been hours. He only looked up when he heard the sound of heels on the tile floor. There stood his wife of twenty three years. Still naked, she was wearing red heels and had made her face up. Deep crimson red lipstick and heavy mascara. 

Across her lower stomach, just above her pussy hairline, if she had one, written in black ink was: BRUNO'S CUNT. Bruno made a circle movement with his index finger and Lori turned one hundred eighty degrees. Written across her lower back, in the same black ink was: ITALIAN COCK ONLY, with a line pointed to her crack of her ass. 

Bruno said one word, "Bend" and Lori bent at the waist, reaching behind to spread her ass cheeks. The line that disappeared was now visible with an arrow pointing at her asshole. 

Bruno looked at John, "Your wife will make a good pet," he paused and emphasizing the word, " then he continued, "Eight sharp. Do not be late."

Lori and John were like statues in the family room. John seated, afraid to make eye contact. Lori, naked and marked as another man's property turned towards John. 

Finally she spoke. "I am sure this was not part of your plan, John. I also admit, at first, I enjoyed it as much as you did, or perhaps more." Her voice cracked, never changing; it seemed as though she was yelling just without the volume, "if we had come down this road together maybe we'd still be in this position, but because you took it upon yourself to lie, deceive and basically sacrifice me for your fantasy I hate you."

John looked up and started to speak but was cut off by her eerily quiet shout, "No, do not say a word. When this is over, and god I hope it will be, maybe there will be something left between us. Maybe, but now I truly doubt it. Just don't try to comfort me or explain this to me. Do as he says, don't interfere and we will see. I promise you if those pictures reach our children or my parents because of anything you do, John I don't know what I'll do....I could never face them..... but I know I will never speak to you. Ever."

She turned and walked back to the bedroom. They had four hours before their meeting with Bruno and John figured it best to stay away. His world had collapsed and now his only hope was she would let him back into her life when this was all over. At seven thirty the familiar click of the red stilettos echoed through the house. Lori walked into the room and saw John's eyes take in her outfit. 

Bruno had been specific about what she was to wear and Lori had never felt so humiliated as she did now. The red shoes were perhaps the most conservative part of her outfit. She was wearing a skirt, if you could call it that, which barely stretched beyond her ass cheeks. The operative word being 'stretched' for it was elastic and fit so tight one could make out the outline of Lori's pussy lips. Embarrassing enough, Lori could tell soon enough a wet spot would develop. The top was a T-shirt. Two, maybe three sizes too small. As close to being transparent as possible. Across the chest in gold sparkling block letters was the word: SLUT. Her nipples and areola were prominently displayed.

She saw John's eyes and for the first time today she felt something for him. There was no lust, no excitement in his expression. Just sadness in what he was responsible for. Why, she thought, do I feel myself getting wet?

Bruno had texted John an address in the town and the ride was done in silence. Luckily the car had GPS, because John would have had a very hard time finding the place. It was a cafe, or more like small deli. There were three tables and a small counter where orders were taken. John imagined most of the business was take out. Behind the counter was a smallish young man with a white apron on. He had a heavy shadow or perhaps hadn't shaved for a few days. His hair was cut short and on both arms were tattoos. John remembered reading about 'sleeves'. These were elaborate tattoos that went from the wrist to the shoulder. As soon as the two of them entered the cafe the man's eyes openly ogled Lori and never left her body.

Unsure of what to do John asked the man if Bruno was there. He shrugged his shoulders as if he did not understand and John looked at Lori. She assumed what John wanted and asked in Italian if he knew where Bruno was. He said something in Italian and John could tell by Lori's expression it was not nice.

She looked at John and spoke, "he says Bruno said a woman would come here but he was not to talk to her until he was sure she was Bruno's cunt. I guess there is only one way to prove it to him," Lori reached down to her tight skirt and pulled it up until her pussy and the words written above it were visible. The man nodded his head and Lori pulled the skirt down. He said something to her and she gave John a look worth a million words. He knew now there was not much hope for him winning her back. 

Lori, in acknowledgement of the man, turned, bent at the waist and pulled her skirt up. She spread her ass cheeks and from this humiliating position looked at her husband and said, "he wanted to know where Italian cocks go." She stayed in this position until the man nodded and told them to sit at the table. He spoke perfect English!

He brought four glasses and a bottle of white wine. He poured a full glass and handed it to Lori. "Drink it all at once." Lori held the glass for a moment and figured the wine may numb what was to happen. She gulped it down and followed that with another after he refilled the glass. She could feel the warmth of the alcohol spread through her body. She wondered who this man was. She did not find him very attractive and hated herself for wondering what his cock was like. No matter what her mind says, her pussy was responding to her predicament. 

"My name is Angelo," he said to no one in particular, "Bruno should be here soon. How old are you?" this question was directed towards Lori.

"Forty-seven."

"My mother is forty two. Do you have children?, What are their names and ages?"

"I'd rather not talk about them."

The quiet of the little cafe was interrupted when a familiar voice sounded out, "Lori, Lori we really do not care what you want to talk about." Bruno walked into the room with a woman, perhaps in her twenties. Stylishly dressed with shortish brown hair and distinctive Mediterranean features. "Answer"

She spoke quietly, fighting back her desire to cry," Kate is twenty two and Jack is nineteen."

Angelo empowered by the presence of Bruno continued as they had rehearsed, "Do they know you are Bruno's cunt?" He waited for the words to sink in then continued, "Do they know their Mother, their 'Madre' masturbated on a beach covered with six men's semen? I saw the movie and it appeared you enjoyed yourself!"

Lori's intake of breath was heard and she looked quickly to Bruno.

"I have the only copy. Only those I want to see it will, unless," he paused for a moment, "you give me a reason to put it on the internet. Say a Tumblr account. Or maybe your own website. 'Bruno's Cunt'. Yes that has a nice ring to it." He smiled and directed the still silent girl to the table. 

"Did you?" Lori was startled by the young man's voice and looked at him questionably. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Lori stuttered and quietly answered, "I, I guess so." 

"My sister," he gestured towards the girl, "said she never saw a woman orgasm so long or hard. And you only guess you enjoyed it?"

Her voice, louder and showing a bit on anger, to this boy, very likely around the age of her children, "Yes damn it, I liked it. I fucking liked it, but I didn't know I was being filmed!"

John remembered his conversation with Bruno, months ago. They talked of her fantasy. Of being controlled, humiliated and used by someone much younger. Someone around our kid's age. Bruno has been methodically satisfying each of the scenarios they have discussed. Could he mean to do them all, John wondered.

"You talk down to me, like I am a child," Angelo bellowed, "we will see what your attitude is when my cock is up your ass."

Bruno pulled out his iphone and read an e-mail address aloud, Jack's address at college. "I think something mild, maybe the photo of you spreading your cunt lips for the camera. I am tiring of your lack of respect for my friends and I. This attitude has me very angry!"

"No, no please....I am sorry Bruno. Please I will be good, better, I promise!"

Bruno pressed a few buttons and smiled. "It has been sent,"

"Oh my God, Bruno. No! How could.....!" she was incoherently mumbling, tears running down her face. 

Bruno held out the phone and Lori saw a photo of her fully dressed, in front of Siena. The picture was taken by John when they first arrived. Under the image Bruno had written. "Having fun! Love Mom."

Lori took a few moments to grasp what had happened. Her sobs turned to whimpers at the realization Bruno was just showing her how easy it would be for him to ruin her life.

"Bruno, I am so sorry. Please don't scare me like that. I, I, I will do what you want. Give me a chance, this isn't easy."

"Consider this your last chance. Now go and apologize to Angelo." Lori stood from the table, pushing the chair back across the tile floor. Before she could turn, Bruno added, "crawl."

The culmination of all the events finally had put Lori into a 'sub zone'. She reconciled with herself that there were no options except complete obedience. As she dropped to her knees, Bruno knew at that very moment she would do anything for him. Her spirit was broken. 

She crawled slowly along the dirty cafe floor to the counter where the smiling young man stood. Her skirt had rode up and all seated at the table could see her bare ass and swollen cunt lips. It was obvious, no matter how abhorrent this was to her psyche, it was a major turn on to her body.

She crawled to the boys feet and rose up on her haunches. She stared him in the eyes, "I am sorry for being so difficult. I am just a stupid cunt. Please forgive me. I will do much better and I hope my ass is worthy of your cock." She wished when he takes her ass, it will hurt, at least pain might slow this perverse need for degradation and abuse.

He pulled off his apron and unzipped his pants, pulling out his semi hard prick. He told her not to move and shuffled closer to her. Using his hand he painted her face with the tip of his cock, leaving a trail of precum. He rested his cock on her forehead, her nose and mouth abutted against his sweaty smelly balls.

"I wonder if your son has thought about doing this to you." he pulled his cock up and began stroking it pushing his ass forward so his balls rubbed against her face, "lick my balls.....mommy." Lori stuck her tongue out and began to lick and suck his testicles, "good girl, mommy. Show me how much you like it!" Lori buried her face into his crotch and worked her tongue onto every square inch of skin. "You like that don't you mommy?'

Lori pulled her head away from her focus, looked up and uttered, "Yes, Jack, mommy likes it." Everyone in the small cafe heard her call the boy by her son's name.

Angelo smiled and slapped her face a few times with his cock. "Angie, come over here." The still unspoken young girl Bruno brought along stood up and walked over to her brother. "Show her the snake."

The girl pulled the fashionable dress over her head revealing it was the only thing she wore. She had the body only the young have. Smooth, flawless skin. Breasts that defied gravity and a stomach with no signs of childbirth. She was shaved and starting from between her tits, wrapping around her waist and ending with its head just above her clit was a colorful, beautifully executed tattoo of a snake. It's small forked red tongue seemed to point at the swollen clitoris. Angelo pulled off his T-shirt revealing how his tattooed sleeves continued over his shoulders and onto his chest. He reached forward, putting his hand on his sisters neck and pulled her forward. He gave her a kiss.

"Kate," he paused just enough for Lori's daughter's name to register, "have mommy kiss the snake."

The young girl enjoyed the chance to be in charge. She has always been the one who followed orders. Now she would know what it was like to be on the other side of the belt, so to speak.

"Mommy," she looked down at Lori whose mouth was stuffed with the balls of her brother, "show me what a good cunt you are, be a nasty puttanna for me."

Lori understood the word, she knew it was whore and this young girl was right, she was a nasty whore! Lori let the balls fall from her mouth and she arched forward until her face was even with the eye of the snake, She tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked just above the hood of the girl's clit. Right where the red forked tongue of the snake pointed.

She licked a few times, gently wetting the area. The girl had no need for such gentle treatment. She grabbed Lori's hair and pulled her face hard against her pussy. Rubbing her face up and down her slit she covered Lori with her feminine slime.

Walking backwards, slowly, Angie forced Lori to crawl on her knees as her face was held close to the junction of her long legs. When the two reached the chair, the girl slumped down, moving her ass to the edge of the chair. She continued to rub the older woman's face against her womanhood.

Lori, determined not to upset Bruno allowed her face to be abused by the girl. She hated herself for the feeling between her own legs and wondered how she'd ever be able to face her children again without thinking of this moment.

She sensed motion behind her and felt her knees being kicked apart. She heard the voice of Angelo behind her and knew what was going to happen. 

"Mommy, reach behind and open your ass for me." Angelo smiled as he watched her trying to keep her balance on her knees and her face as she reached behind and held her cheeks apart. 

He spit on the small brown eye staring at him and quickly sunk his cock in her pussy. It was so wet and warm he needed to concentrate on not shooting his load too soon. Once he knew his cock was wet with her juices he pulled out and took his swollen head and pushed it against her sphincter. He heard her gasp and hold her breath, trying to relax as he pushed. Finally the head popped in with an audible noise all could hear.

"Tell me what you want, cunt," Angelo stated trying his best not to go any deeper up her rear canal.

"Please, please, Angelo fuck my ass. Hard." Whimpered Lori, lost of any self esteem or pride.

"Stupid cunt," he barked, "ask me correctly!"

Lori paused for a moment and wondered how else she could put it to him. Then she realized what he wanted. "Jack, please fuck your Mommy's ass!" With that she felt the boy push his hips forward hard and without any pause until his entire shaft was buried deep into her bowels. The pain was intense and Lori's screams were muffled by the pussy her face was buried in.

At that moment she had an epiphany; she was enjoying the pain and humiliation, even though every sensible, coherent thought told her it was wrong. She began to thrust back against the cock, trying to push it deeper, trying to make it hurt more. She knew the girl was orgasming as she felt her thighs tighten around her head. Lori reached down to rub her clitoris. 

Angelo knew he could not hold off for long, he could not believe how tight her asshole felt and how hard she was pushing back to meet each of his thrusts. As he felt the release nearing he gripped her hips and held her tight as he shot jet after jet of his molten cum deep into her. Lori's body began to shake as though she were being electrocuted and this young man witnessed the strongest orgasm in a woman he had ever seen.

All three were still in the afterglow of their own climax and for a few seconds no one moved. Then Angelo slowly backed away from Lori, whose face had fallen from the young woman's honey pot to the dirty floor below. Her ass still stuck up into the room and traces of his discharge slowly leaked from her abused rear end.

The girl stood, on wobbly legs and quickly pulled her dress over her head. Angelo slipped on his T shirt and was ready to pull on his chinos when he stopped and slapped Lori's upturned ass.

"Cunt. Clean me." This was all he said. Everyone understood he was not asking for a towel or sponge.

Lori raised her head from the floor and slowly turned. She saw Bruno sitting at the table with a smug expression on his face. Next to him was her husband, with his obviously soiled pants. She crawled the few feet on her very sore knees until her face was even with his soiled manhood. He was covered with his cum and her ass secretions. No longer worried about how low she would sink to prevent the pictures being sent, Lori sucked his cock into her mouth and gently suckled it clean.

Before Bruno left the cafe he told John, he and his wife would be free for the next two days. He suggested they go for a drive north or stay at the house around the pool. His only instructions were Lori was to travel without underwear and while at the pool she was to wear the skimpy bikini she wore at the beach.

Driving home John relayed Bruno's message and asked her what she felt like doing during their time off.

Lori's voice echoed inside of the small Italian auto, "What do you mean, our time off? It seems I was the only one with a cock up their ass. I will do what I please, these next few days and I can guarantee you it will have nothing to do with you!"

John figured it was best to leave things alone and drove the rest of the ride home in silence.

The first day was uneventful. Lori pretty much stayed in her room, and when she did come out to eat or use the computer she was always in heels and a summer dress. The way her breasts bounced, John knew she was following Bruno's orders. Every attempt at conversation was shot down with a hateful stare. John wasn't sure he would ever be able to mend their relationship at this point, let alone after another two weeks with Bruno and his games. John felt guilty, knowing those games all were supplied by months of long chats with this man.

John was trying to remember all they chatted about. He knew, some times after a very long discussion, he would be overcome with lust. At these times he told Bruno some dark fantasies which Lori had no desire for. Bruno had not mentioned these and John felt he must have known they were beyond what she was capable of. At least he hoped as much.

The second day John was up early, again he had spent the night on the couch. He heard Lori shower and the familiar clicking of her heels as she entered the kitchen. 

She looked at John, emotionless and stated, "I need to go to town. Will you drive me?"

John knew she could not drive a manual transmission and was thankful he would be able to spend some time with her. It might be ice cold silence but at least they would be together. He agreed to drive and told her he'd meet her at the car while he needed to use the restroom.

When John walked out onto the courtyard he noticed the truck used by the caretakers. He noticed, Gino the foreman of the group checking the chemicals at the pool. John was hoping the young man who witnessed Lori's debasement was not here today. As he walked around the building to the parking area he knew his hopes were for naught. There stood Lori and the young man next to the Fiat. He approached the car and heard the boy in a mixture of Italian and broken English tell Lori how attractive she was.

For the first time in quiet awhile a small smile broke across her face. It was a sad smile just the same, but it showed off her swollen lips and beautifully veneered teeth. She said good bye to the young man and was opening the door when his voice stopped her.

"Signorina, I, I want" he paused a little unsure of how to phrase things, "I want to ask..."




Tuscany Ch. 04



Lori, tired of being everyones bitch snapped at the young man, "You want, well speak up young man, I do not have all day!" her voice was much more harsh than needed and rather than intimidate the boy it empowered him. He was not about to be yelled at by a slut. 

"I was going to wish you a nice day, Cunt, but I think it best we go inside, away from my father's eyes, " the boy pulled from his pocket and swung the medallion from the Kennel Club in front of Lori's eyes.

The realization this boy saw her used and beaten by Bruno, strangely excited her. The fact he was given permission to order her around and play with her, like a puppy or common whore made her even more intoxicated with lust.

"I am sorry, uh, uh, I am sorry I do not remember your name," she stuttered.

"My name doesn't matter now. Get into the house!" he pointed towards the back entrance. Lori knew she had no choice and walked back to the house. John followed, wanting to be sure this boy stayed within the rules Bruno had set forth.

Once inside the home the boy walked up to her and roughly squeezed her breast. John stepped forward and said that was not part of the deal. Bruno never said anything about contact between Lori or any of the men there that night. He threatened to confirm this with Bruno. The boy continued to hold her boob, contemplating his options. Bruno was explicit about no touching and he is the last person the boy wanted angry. He let go of her and stepped back.

"Strip. Take off your dress and everything but your heels. Now!"

Lori suppressed a smile when the boy realized all she had on was the dress and heels. She let the garment slide to the floor and stood directly in front of the young gardener.

The boy was frustrated, he had a beautiful older woman naked, a few feet from him and he could not touch her. His cock ached but he was too embarrassed to pull it out in front of this couple. He made her turn around, had her jump so her tits bounced and finally had her open her pussy up for him to see. It soon became awkward and he told her he was looking forward to seeing her at the kennel again. He added he would not be so easy on her in the future. The boy stormed out of the room. John handed her the dress and she slipped it on, feeling somewhat unsatisfied with the turn of events.

They drove into town and as John expected, Lori pretty much ignored him. When they returned she went directly to the bedroom and John spent another night on the couch.

Early on the morning of the third day Lori received a call from Bruno, She spoke very little, just occasionally acknowledging something with a 'yes'. After the call she turned to her husband and told him Bruno was taking her to Rome for the next three days. He was to drive her to the train station now. She said she was told to wear what she had on and not to bring anything with her but her purse, passport and a toothbrush. John said he'd throw together some items when Lori explained John was not going.

"Bruno said he only wants me on this trip. I will explain each detail, " Lori emphasized the last word, "to you when we get back." She could tell John was going to protest and stopped him with a movement of her hand and for the first time in awhile a gentle voice, "John, we have no choice. I know him enough to feel he will not go further than our fantasies. I will get through this, don't make it harder on me than it is....Please."

John shook his head in agreement, hoping to God Bruno didn't believe all he was told. He drove his wife to the train station and watched as she boarded with Bruno. John could see how Lori clung to his arm and seemed to relish the fact he was caressing her ass in front of all at the station. John worried that she was becoming to comfortable with this man and his control.

The three days dragged by so slowly for John. He hoped for a phone call, an E-mail or some communication. He traveled into the town for some supplies and on the second day he ran into Officer Campisi. 

"Ah, Signore Evans" he waved his hand in greeting, "so nice to see you. Are you enjoying your stay in Tuscany?"

John, a bit surprised answered, "Yes, thank you. This is a beautiful region."

"Speaking of beauty, where is your lovely wife?" The corpulent officer's eyes stared directly into John's.

"She, she..wasn't feeling well. So I came into town to get some groceries."

"I see, then perhaps I was mistaken," he raised his eyebrow in a questioning look," I was told she was seen boarding the train to Roma, with Bruno Tattalia. Is that not so? From what I understand her and Bruno seemed very close. My friend, a conductor on the train, said they seemed very close when he checked their ticket. Very close."

Not sure where this was heading, John decided to end it now, "Officer, if I am not mistaken, an affair between consenting adults is not illegal. We are far from home and enjoying some games with Bruno. Nothing more."

"Well, actually, adultery is illegal in Italy. Not enforced but illegal. I warned you about this man. I was hoping you would have taken me seriously. Enjoy the rest of your stay." The man turned before John could reply and walked into the early morning crowd.

John figured the policeman was jealous of Bruno for seducing his wife and was trying to make things difficult. John had an uneasy feeling and tried Lori's cell phone. It immediately went to voicemail. John left no message; there was really nothing to say.

On the third day John was up early and anxious to see his wife. He had no idea when they were to be back so he paced the empty house nervously. After a few hours he found himself sitting in the living room. His mind was replaying each chat he had with Bruno and was wondering if he had reenacted them with Lori. He was angry at himself for what he had done and even more so that he now sat with an erection. He heard the sound of tires on the gravel driveway and jumped up.

John looked out the window and saw a taxi parked in front of the house. The driver was sitting back in an empty cab. John thought maybe Bruno had ordered the cab for him, so he grabbed a jacket and headed out. Once he opened the front door he stopped in his tracks. From behind the steering wheel a head popped up. It was Lori! She sat up and John noticed her hair had been cut and blond highlights were streaked throughout. But something else seemed different about her. His wife licked her lips smiled at the cabby and got out of the car. She was wearing black stiletto heels and a short black dress. A dress more suitable for a cocktail party than early afternoon wear. As she stood it was obvious the driver had been playing with her tits. Her right one was sticking obscenely out of the dress. Lori nonchalantly eased it back into her dress and walked towards her husband.

John then recognized what was different. Lori's lips were much bigger than usual. Almost twice the size. He looked at her and said, "Lori, my god what happened to your lips?"

"Collagen. They will shrink back a bit more over the next few days. Bruno says it gives me that Angela Jolie look," she smiled and ran her tongue over the top lip, "they helped pay for the train and cab ride home."

John remembered telling Bruno about the desire for a makeover. Turning the conservative mother and wife into a slut. John had added tattooing and piercing her body. These were two things Lori truly hated and if Bruno mentioned them John was sure she would refuse, knowing it was John's fantasy not hers. John wondered if Bruno had gone there. He walked into the house watching his wife's ass sway from side to side.

John started to ask her what had happened but she motioned him to be quiet. Standing next to the counter in the kitchen, Lori reached up and pulled the spaghetti strap from each shoulder and let the dress fall down her body to a pile at her feet. She has lost weight since we arrived, John thought to himself. She looked hard, not the body he was use to but leaner and harder.

He focused on her tits and on her left nipple hung a gold ring. She noticed him staring at it and quietly said, "I wear your wedding ring on my left hand," she paused, "for now. I wear Bruno's ring on my left nipple....forever. Bruno was surprised when I told him it was not my wish to be ever marked or pierced. His answer was it must have been John's then but either way it was going to happen."

She took her hand that was idly playing with the ring and slowly moved it down her stomach until her finger pointed at a tattoo about the size of a silver dollar above and to the right of her pussy. In block letters were to initials, BC. Lori looked at John with sadness. She had always loved her skin and body. Now it had been defiled. She turned around and on her ass was a paw print. A large paw print, just like the one on the medallion.

She looked over her shoulder, and said, "The initials are for 'Bruno's Cunt' and the paw print says I am an unofficial member of his club. He said because I am his pet, his bitch. It is so big and ugly, but it makes him happy. That is what I do, make Bruno happy."

She stepped out of the piled dress on the floor and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. She was comfortable with being nude. John remembered when she was embarrassed even in front of just him.

John cleared his throat, " Did, did it hurt, I am so sorry Lori I..."

She cut him short, "Fuck yes it hurt. I was stripped down in a tattoo parlor, paraded around. My nipple was pierced without any anesthetic and a tattoo of the size on my ass usually is done in three visits. It was all done in one day. Then I had to blow the tattoo guy and the pierce guy and a couple of other guys!! Yes it hurt, but you know what? I liked it!" 

She stormed out of the room, leaving John, mouth agape, dumbfounded. He knew what the paw print really meant and knew this had to stop now. He picked up the phone and called Bruno.

"Listen, you bastard. It is over. We are leaving and if you want to send the pictures, let it be. I will not let this continue!"

From the earpiece, the calm voice of Bruno replied, "John, be careful of what you say. Threats only work if one is willing to follow through with them."

"Bruno, I am not kidding. I know what you are planing, it will kill her if you go through with it."

His laughter echoed thru the earpiece, "I will have the tattoo finished once she is an official member. We will have her membership proudly displayed below the paw. It will say 'KENNEL CLUB' and all will know she is my bitch in the truest sense. Do not threaten me again John. I have made a lot of arrangements and spent a lot of money. She will preform Thursday night at the club. Then you may leave. By the way John, I offered her to return all the pictures and video. To end it all. But your wife refused. She enjoys it too much. In some fucked up way she wants this to happen. Oh, yes I told her about the kennel club and how she will serve three four legged masters. Just as you told me she wanted to." The line went quiet.

John put the phone down and slowly walked to the bedroom door He gently opened it and there on the bed was his wife of twenty three years. One hand buried between her legs and the other cruelly twisting the ring in her nipple. She either didn't see or didn't care John had entered the room. She continued until her body shook in orgasm. He left the room as she drifted into a much needed sleep.

John decided Lori was too far gone now to think rationally. He must handle this on his own.

After about a three hour nap John heard Lori stirring in the bedroom. It was a little after three in the afternoon and John did not know if Bruno had any plans for tonight. He looked up when he heard the now familiar click of her heels on the tile floor. Still naked she walked into the room and sat across from her husband in a wooden armless chair painted a lime green.

Her legs stretched open and the tip of each heel slid under the front leg of the chair. This opened her and John felt uncomfortable looking at his own wife with her cunt so openly displayed.

"John," she started, "I know where this is going with Bruno. I have no will to refuse him and as long as I keep taking the pills he gave me I sort of enjoy it. Listen to me John, I will not let the kids find out about me. So please do not threaten him again. Bruno called and told me what you said. If you leave, you leave alone."

John stood and walked away from his wife so he could not see her open legs, "Lori, he has despicable things planned, things you do not understand, maybe because of the drugs or lack of sleep but things you will hate yourself for doing..."

She interrupted him, "He may be a bastard but he hasn't done anything with me that wasn't discussed before with you. So if it is so despicable why did you say I wanted it. Not just one, but three dogs, my god John."

"I am so sorry..." for the first time since the birth of their first child, Lori witnessed he husband crying. He walked across the room and sat with his head in his hands and sobbed.

Once he was quiet, she told him she needed to get dressed. Bruno would be by at nine to take her into town. Angelo and some college friends were having a party and she was to be the entertainment. She said it so matter of fact. As if she were bringing chips to the party, not her body. She said it might be best for him to stay home. She preferred he no longer witnessed her debasement.

A little before nine Bruno arrived. He was cautious as he entered the house, unsure of what John was capable of. Lori was dressed as instructed but John was still in his shorts and Polo shirt.

Bruno smiled, "What, not joining us John?" I thought the scenario where your wife was the prize at a poker party was both of yours favorite fantasies. Or was it only yours John?"

At this John jumped up and began to rush at Bruno, who pulled out a pistol. "Easy, don't do anything silly Johnny boy," the gun was pointed at John. "now sit down."

Lori begged Bruno to go, to leave John alone, but the Italian smelled victory and wished to savor it. He turned towards Lori and quietly asked, "Who does your cunt belong to?"

"You, Bruno"

"Your mouth, your ass?"

"You Bruno, I am yours. Please may we go?" she eyed the gun, wondering if he was capable of using it.

Pointing to John, Bruno smiled and spoke to Lori, "tell him. Its his fault all this has happened, tell him." Bruno waved the gun in the air.

Lori looked at her husband, devoid of emotion. "I am his, John. My cunt, my ass, my tits, my mouth. They all belong to him."

Bruno reached into his pocket and pulled out some pills, " here baby, be a good girl and take these," she opened her mouth and Bruno stuffed both pills in her mouth. "A little Percodan for the pain and some acid to get her flying high."

"Lets show Johnny here how hot those lips he paid for look wrapped around a cock" he motioned with his hands to his waist, "come on cunt, on your knees."

Lori dropped quickly to her knees and struggled with the buttons of his chinos. She pulled his pants off after he kicked his sandals away. He was hard, his cock engorged with blood as much from the anticipated sexual excitement as from the power he felt he had. His eyes never left John as he felt her lips wrap around his member and slide up and down the shaft.

"Look at her John, she was born to suck cock."

Soon the only noise was the sounds of her working his cock in and out of her hot mouth. She was forcing it down her throat then pulling back until she held just the tip in her mouth. John could not help but marvel at how she was able to fit the entire cock in her mouth. 

Bruno lifted one leg and placed it on the bar stool at the counter. His grin could be termed demonic as he spoke. "the only thing she does better than suck cock is tongue fuck ass. Go ahead Lori, get your tongue all the way up there for me. You know how much I like it."

Lori grabbed his balls and pulled them gently away as she raised her head. Her tongue snaked out of her beautiful mouth and began working its way up his asshole. Bruno was grunting and began to stroke his cock as she worked feverishly on her rim job. His body went rigid as he started to come. Each shot of cum shot from his cock onto the tile floor below. After he finished he patted the woman's head as if to tell her she was through. Lori pulled away from him and saw the puddles of cum on the floor. She looked at Bruno and he nodded his head. Lori dropped down on all fours and began to lick his discharge off the floor.

"I taught her from the start, a cunt never lets cum go to waste," he laughed as he slipped his chinos back on. "I doubt you will ever kiss her again, but at your son or daughters' wedding, when you see their mother kiss her children, I want you to remember where her tongue was tonight. Don't fuck with me and this will be over in a few days."

Bruno agreed John should not come so the two of them left on the Vespa. John sat alone for a long time. Staring at the floor where the traces of her saliva and Bruno's cum could be seen in the glare of the lights.

John decided at that moment there was only one chance of freeing Lori from this spell. Bruno must die. He knew the road up to the house was windy and steep in a few areas. Was he brave enough to go through with this?

John had left a note to Lori saying he would be staying in town. He would come for her when Bruno said all was over and they could go home. John went into town and secured a room at a small inn. He drove the Fiat to the hairpin turn and pulled to the side of the road behind some bushes. He turned off his light and waited. John knew there were too many variables, that he hadn't thought things out. What if someone else brought her home? What if Bruno stayed the night? What if they didn't come home until morning? What if John couldn't find the pictures and videos? What if.....?

Around three in the morning the Vespa's headlight could be seen coming up the hill. John could make out Lori on the back of the motorbike. The driver was definitely Bruno and he passed the Fiat without a glance towards it. John waited, wondering if Lori was servicing Bruno again. Or was he laughing at the note, feeling victory and letting down his defenses? John waited what seemed like hours but actually was only ten minutes before he saw the headlamp of the small bike heading down the hill. He started the engine, all lights off. His hands felt sweaty on the wheel and he quickly wiped them off on his shorts.

He figured the bike would be turning the corner in a few seconds so he shifted into first gear and held the clutch. The car was wanting to go, the gravel was crunching as he held it in check. As soon as the light crossed the corner John popped the clutch and hit the gas. The Fiat took off and before Bruno realized what was happening John ran the front of the car into the rear wheel of the bike. It was over very quickly. At impact the small bike spun and both driver and bike went off the side of the road. John righted his car after the hit and slowly brought it to a stop. He stepped outside and listened.

He heard nothing. He looked down the ravine and saw the red brake light glimmering from the gorge. Was Bruno alive John wondered. It was too dark to try and go down the gorge to check on him. John knew he was done for. The police will match his broken headlamp to the Vespa and they will find the photos of his wife. There is so much motive and proof, John acknowledged his days of freedom were over. Yet, he somehow felt relieved. Hopefully Lori can whether this and survive to care for the kids. The kids, he really hadn't thought about them. How will he face them?

John knew only one thing: Bruno was gone and he had killed him. He drove back into town and spent the rest of the night in the darkness of the room. In the morning, he made sure the desk person recognized him as he left the room to head back to the villa. When he passed the area of the accident he fought the urge to stop and look for Bruno.




Tuscany Ch. 04



When he got to the house he found Lori was still asleep. He gently woke her and was going to tell her what he had done. His wife was covered with dry semen on her neck, in her hair and across her body. He decided to wait until she cleaned herself and was dressed. The poker party must have been a hit he thought. She looked at him and sarcastically said he missed the show. She got up to shower. John knew he had to tell her before the body was found.

It had been a few hours when she finally emerged from the bedroom. She was in heels and was wearing her silk robe. At least her body had been cleansed of all the filth. John told her they needed to talk and just as he was to confess there was a knock on the door. Lori asked who it was and he told her he did not know. 

John opened the door and found Officer Campisi standing on the porch. He was shaking his head slowly and before John could speak he spoke, "good morning to the both of you. I am sorry, I feel so stupid!"

John was not sure what that meant, had they found Bruno?

"When I was parking my car, I am afraid I backed into your headlight. I did a bit of damage, but I know the rental people and will contact them and be sure the Fiat is repaired. Now if I may come in?" The portly man walked by John who was confused.

"I am afraid I have some rather disturbing news, also. I know the two of you have become friends, how do I say, intimate friends with Bruno Tatalia. Yes?"

Lori answered, "Yes, Bruno has become very close to us, what is the problem?"

"He was here last night with you Mrs. Evans? I know Mr Evans spent the night in town at the Hotel Granada, " he waited for a response and when there was none he continued, "so may I ask was he here last night?"

Yes, I am sorry. He brought me home early in the morning, two maybe three in the morning. We had partied and I am afraid I do not remember much." She looked at her husband, "I wasn't aware you stayed in town."

"I spoke to some of the boys from the so called card game last night," he paused allowing both of them to understand he knew about the game, "and they all said both you and Bruno were, how do you say, feeling no pain. How long was he here?"

"Not long, not long at all. I am not sure, why?" Lori was still unclear what this was all about.

"It seems on his was down the hill, sometime around three fifteen this morning, Mr Tatalia lost control of his motorbike and went off the side of the road. We found his body less than an hour ago."

Lori gasped and became lightheaded. She began to fall and grabbed the counter to steady herself. The robe flew open and her naked body was exposed to the police officer. She was in too much shock to care and began to cry as she slowly sat on the ground. Her thighs were spread and her womanhood was obscenely put on display.

Officer Campisi walked over to her and pulled the robe close after he helped her up. He and John led her to the bedroom and laid her down. Her sobs continued as the two men left the room.

"Bruno has been under surveillance by my men and me for quite some time, Mr Evans. As I tried to tell you he was not a nice man. He was evil." Campisi walked close to John and spoke in quiet tones so Lori could not hear from the next room. "I seized all of his computers and phones this morning. There was much that had nothing to do with my drug investigation that I deleted." 

John understood and shook his head while the Policeman continued. "we expect rain tonight and I suspect when we go to the crime scene tomorrow to photograph and make castings of small tire treads and American leather shoes they will have been washed away. A small village like ours cannot afford all the fancy equipment and personnel. We may not even pull up the Vespa until later in the week. To add to that I have broken your headlamp and made more forms for me to fill out."

"I hope you plan on finishing your vacation here. We would not want anything appearing suspicious on your part, would we?"

John spoke for the first time, "no, officer. We had no plans to leave early, but may I ask are we sure, how can I say this...there are some photos of my wife..."

He was interrupted by the Officer who had little patience with him, "I said all unneeded evidence was destroyed. I would not like to hear mention of it again!"

Officer Campisi walked forward and offered his hand to John, "I think this is the last we will see of each other. I hope you enjoyed your stay in out little bit of paradise."

John shook hands with the man and looked him in the eyes, "Why?" was all he said.

Bruno took a beautiful woman, my wife, and seduced and charmed her. She left me to be with him but he tired of her. She was initiated into his club and from that day on she was no longer the happy vivacious woman I knew. She wanted Bruno's love and found he only wanted her for his kennel shows. She killed herself, but as God is my witness Bruno as good as wrapped the rope around her neck. I hope your wife can get survive this. Good bye."

EPILOGUE

The marriage survived, but it never reached its former stature. Lori went through intensive therapy sessions and finally admitted Bruno was evil. Late at night she would replay some of the things she had done. She knew they were horrible but even a year later she would find herself waking wet and horny dreaming of them.

Her and John became more like roommates than husband and wife. After months she finally let him into their bedroom and she and he made love. She would not remove the gold ring from her nipple or the tattoos from her body. John asked her over and over, saying removing them would help remove the memories. She wasn't ready.

Her daughter, Kate was coming home from school for a two week break. She asked her parents if she could bring her friend to stay with them. Since her daughter had unexpectedly broken off her engagement both parents felt it was good she was making friends and encouraged Kate to have her friend stay with the family.

The dark haired girl was named Gina and looked vaguely familiar to Lori. John was gone on a business trip and had yet to meet the girl. Her daughter seemed happy and Lori was glad to see her smile back again.

Lori came home from her therapy session and heard the girls in the kitchen. When she came in they were getting ready to go swimming, both wearing a long T shirt as a cover up. Kate was, like her mother, an attractive woman. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and he long legs were much like her Mom's. They went out in the back and Lori stood at the sink rinsing the breakfast dishes. As she looked out towards the pool, her daughter pulled the cover up over her head.

Lori gasped as she saw a swimsuit smaller, if that was possible, than the one she wore in Italy. Her daughters ass was uncovered except for the floss like cord that ran up her ass crack. There on her right cheek, Lori saw it. She squeezed the glass in her hand so hard it exploded. Across her daughter's cheek was a large tattoo. A paw print! As her hand bled into the sink, Gina looked towards the window and smiled when her eyes locked onto Lori's. She pulled up her T-shirt and Lori nearly fainted. Across her body was the tattoo of a snake!

The end......or more?