Italian Master
by MistyMorgan©
My name is Tristan and I am married to a wonderful woman, Ruby. I love to see her pleased by other men. I like to take pictures of them as they please her. Last summer, I took her on a trip to Italy ad we met a married Italian man, age forty year and we had such a wonderful time. I want to share my story with you.
We were in awe at the beauty of Italy. Ruby shopped for new clothes and found some very sexy dresses. Some ended just at the bottom of her pubic area. They really turned me on and I dared her to wear them in public with no panties on.
She put one on and pranced around our room, swishing and sway and as she walked her smooth shaved pussy was exposed a little. I dared her to come with me to the open market and swish across the cobblestones.
At first, she was a little shy, her full breasts pushing on the fabric so that her nipples poked out and the cleavage was deep. Each little breeze fluttered her short skirt revealing the uncovered, shaved pussy with each step.
She walked with her head and breast held high as the short little skirt rippled in the wind and occasionally fluttered revealing her smooth shaven cunt.
I was very proud of the way she looked and I hoped that she would meet an Italian man to wine and dine her, then take her somewhere and cuckold me. I wanted the man to know that she was married and that I would be there to watch and take pictures of her with him as a memento of the great time Ruby and I had on vacation.
I watched the men as she passed them. Each head turned and the women they were with frowned or became angry.
I noticed a tall, dark haired Italian man watching her as she walked through the market sampling the breads and olive oils there. Then she ran a finger across her ruby red lips followed by her tongue.
Her bronze skin sparkled in the bright sunlight. Her long, thick, black hair flowed down her back to and fro. Her hips bounced from side to side as she slowly walked through the marketplace.
I kept my distance; I wanted to watch the men as they watched her walking, sexily; occasionally revealing the nudity just above the short skirt.
Finally, success… A tall dark haired Italian approached and started talking with her. As he spoke, she looked deep into his eyes and occasionally giggled at something that he had said.
Consciously, she would lick her lips and smile then giggle at something he had said. He took the packages she was carrying and slipped an arm around her waist and led her deeper into the Market.
I followed as they walked, just out of site. I could hear Ruby laughing and wondered what anecdote he might have shared with her.
The breeze picked up a tad, and her skirt fluttered a bit; I could see the cheeks of her butt. Her new friend took advantage of the wind and placed his hand on the round buttock and squeezed assuring her that he would protect her.
They talked for a while, and then he invited her to sit with him and have a glass of wine. I grabbed a table about three feet from them. With the breeze, I could catch a word from time to time.
“Married?” “Yes”, “Matter?” “No” then a smile crossed his face and he leaned in closer. It looked as if he was kissing the crease between her full breasts.
He whispered; she giggled, he slipped his hand under the tiny skirt. I saw it slip in and out, in and out and knew that he was finger fucking her. A pleasant smile crossed Ruby’s face and her legs spread a little farther apart as she slid forward in the chair.
Then he took her hand and led her towards our hotel. I followed just a few feet behind them.
In the lobby, Ruby turned to see if I was following. She fished in her purse to get her room key and they stepped into the elevator. I slipped in just as the door was closing.
His name was Marco and his black eyes were very intense. He couldn’t take them off of Ruby, nor could he take his hands off of her. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth while his hands played with her tight little ass.
The look on his face, as I opened the door was on of shock. He looked to Ruby for an explanation, but I answered the question before it came out; “I’m here to take the pictures.”
I opened the door.
Ruby stepped in first followed by her new friend. I held out my hand and introduced myself; “Hello, I’m Tristan, her husband.”
He looked to Ruby.
She smiled and tilted her head. “I told you that being married didn’t bother me,” she smiled.
He laughed and shook my hand and I invited him into our room.
His name was Marco. His smile white and eyes black. His laughter catching.
Ruby took a few moments to tell him what she wanted. And explained that I would be there taking pictures so that we would have wonderful memories of our vacation there.
I asked a few questions. He was married and had a son. He had a good job as an architect. He was thirty-three years old
“Do you find my wife beautiful?” I asked
“Very much so! I would love to touch her body and give her pleasures beyond her wildest desires,” he said honestly.
He turned to her and asked, “Would you like me to give you a lust that you will remember forever?”
Ruby’s eyes sparkled as her head nodded.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ruby slip her hand under the short skirt. I knew she was masturbating and getting wet so that she could take his hard cock deep in her cunt.
“I want pictures of her with other men; men that can take her to places that drive her wild. Will you allow me to do so?”
He looked to Ruby again. She smiled; he turned to me, “Sounds like a fair proposition to me,” he replied. “When and where?”
“How about right here and now?” I asked.
Marco took off his jacket. Then, he slipped the buttons out of their holes and quickly removed his shirt. He popped the catch of his belt out of hole that was holding it tight to his body then flicked the catch that held the pants closed and his cashmere pants fell silently to the floor.
I helped as Ruby slipped out of the sexy little dress, she was nude underneath, and she walked to the bed. She sat on the side of the bed, rubbed her full breast and pinched her nipples and lay back onto the pillows. Her fingers returned to playing in the juices of her smooth cunt.
I saw Marco lick his lips. His chest, covered with dark swirls of thick hair, swelled as he took a deep breath and he too climbed onto the bed.
Their nude bodies complemented one another, his just slightly darker than her bronze skin. Her long black hair sprayed across the fluffy pillows and her full breast slipped toward her belly.
Spreading his legs wide, Marco guided her between them and pushed Ruby’s face into his lap, his stiff cock seemed to circle awhile until her mouth slipped over the heart shaped head and swallowed the staff deep into her throat.
Her cheeks were puffed from the mass that was in her mouth and her head bobbed up and down on Marco’s dick and I took pictures at of each phase. Her tongue licking the full red head, then half of his cock in her mouth. Her head lay back with the thick prick deep in her throat. Her fingers dipped into her juices, longing to feel that now slick head dive into her liquid lust.
Marco spread her luscious legs, wide revealing the smooth skin there. I saw her juices glistening. I snapped a picture just as Marco guided his dong into the seeping juices….
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xxx
Brandi
