After our day of talking through our filthy thoughts, and Katie flaunting herself for my camera all over town, we were both feeling amazingly horny when we arrived at Francos, showered and dressed for the occasion this time,. They were more pleased to see us than ever, and when we were alone at the end of the evening, which was at least an hour earlier than the previous night, Franco surprised us with a pile of what Emilia delightfully called 'Dirty magazines'.
"I think we all understand each other now, no?" Franco smiled. "Katie, what a super show you give us. Emilia, she do this too. Many, many times." I knew it, I thought to myself. Just scratched the surface.
The publication was an adult magazine from the early nineties.
"I was a model, yes. Then I have our children, two of them." She pointed up to the wall, where various pictures of their boy and girl were on display. "And then, when they go to school, we have a lot of time. And Franco, he likes to take the pictures. And me, I like when Franco takes the pictures. So..." She pointed to the pile of magazines.
Katie picked the first up. Rather than pick up another, I looked as she leafed through. The content was mixed between what looked like professional models and reader submitted material. It was also pretty strong in parts - clearly there was nothing censored, the professional models in particular being joined by males and then photographed in full sex acts with nothing left to the imagination. Emilia watched us leafing through with great interest.
Katie stopped occasionally, sometimes turning the magazine around to appreciate the pictures. And, I noted with pleasure, the filthier the act, the more her interest was piqued.
After the centrefold, which featured a beautiful, typically Italian looking lady sitting on a large black cock, and which Katie lingered over for some time, we reached a familiar face.
"There we are, my bella," Franco muttered affectionately. Emilia was totally naked on the first shot, and in both hands she grasped a large, realistic looking dildo.
"Now we're talking," Katie murmured. Emilia shrugged, enjoying the attention again. Over the next few pages, the limits to which we'd seen Emilia go were pushed further. The dildo was inserted firstly in her mouth, before stretching her vagina and finally, in the last shot, pushed fairly deep into her anus. All of the pictures were noticeably of much better quality compared to the other submitted pictures in the magazine. I was, once again, rock hard.
The next couple of magazines again featured Emilia, and again were pretty racy, either pulling her lovely pussy lips wide to reveal the moistness inside, or fingering herself vaginally and anally.
"What do you think?" Emilia asked, earnestly. She was asking me directly. Katie reached over and put her hand on my crotch, before indicating that Emilia should do the same. Emilia briefly gripped my stiff cock.
"Oh, this is nice. It is nice to know, yes? Nice to know, it's like energy for a woman, right Katie? Knowing the men do this for you - even if it is so many years ago." She looked up at Franco, who winked at me. He seemed to think it perfectly appropriate for his wife to check out my arousal level like this.
Franco picked the next magazine.
"Before we open this one, let me tell you something. So I take beautiful pictures of my Emilia. The magazine they say, Hey, Emilia, you work for us, we have you every month in the magazine. We have the restaurant even then, but we both like this, because also they say 'Hey, Franco, you do the pictures, we pay you'. So we both getting the money, and we both doing what we love. This one, this is the first time we are professional, no?"
I noticed that there was a small picture of Emilia inset on the cover. And, rather than having to wait until after the centrefold, this time she was about twenty pages in.
Her first picture was actually fully clothed, very elegant in a long flowing dress which showed a reasonable amount of cleavage, but nothing pornographic. It featured her holding up a previous issue of the magazine, as well as a lot of Italian text we couldn't read. Emilia said it was just introducing her, that she was going to be in the magazine regularly from now on.
Not for the first time I had a rush of blood to my heart and my cock as Katie turned the page. Emilia was still standing, clothed in her beautiful dress, but she was flanked by a muscular, naked man on both sides. Smiling into the camera, she held a very large, very erect cock in each hand.
"Oh, fucking hell!" Katie almost screamed. It was in real excitement, neither of us had expected anything like this. "Emilia, you dirty, dirty girl!" It was clearly a compliment. Katie couldn't take her eyes off the picture.
I'll admit to being a bit shocked.
"You took these pictures, Franco?"
"I do, all of the pictures of my Emilia, they are mine."
"And you are OK with it? I mean you don't mind your wife doing this sort of thing with other men?"
"Let me tell you something, Dan. My Emilia, I never, not one time, see her with one other man. And this is the only thing I say to her - you doing things on the camera, it must be with two, three, more, no problem. But never with only one."
I was confused. Franco was saying Emilia never posed with just one man, it was always more than that. And this was somehow better. Emilia saw my confusion and laughed, saying something to Franco in Italian.
"You think Franco is crazy," she said, turning the page of the magazine. There she was, on her knees, attending to these two large cocks in superbly framed and lit pictures courtesy of her husband. Katie's eyes remained glued to the magazine.
"You think he's crazy, but he's right, you know. Sex for a woman, it can be hard sometimes to understand it can be just a physical thing, no? But if you have two men, three men, it is never anything but that. Just sex, just fuck. Because how can you fall in love with three men, eh?"
Katie looked up from the magazine, where Emilia was now being penetrated from both ends, gamely wrapping her lips around one enormous cock whilst the other one drove into her, all explicitly visible thanks to Franco's superb photography skills.
"That's an interesting theory."
"No theory. Here we are, eh? Married after forty years. And I do all of this," she gestured to the pile of magazines, " and so, so much more. And I love it so much. I love it, the sex, the cock, the pussy, the fuck. But I love only one person, my Franco."
The final pages showed Emilia opening her mouth wide, much as Katie had done last night with this very lady watching on. And both the men gave her an impressive mouthful, so much so that some spilled out of each corner of her mouth, But she swallowed, and smiled, the final shot showing the softening cocks dripping their last onto each shoulder as she beamed out from the pages. I remembered the earlier pictures when she was a mainstream model, and compared them mentally to this, finding the contrast between such elegance and such debauchery hugely erotic.
I heard deep breathing to my left and realised that Katie was masturbating again. Having been here before, just last night, there was no shock or surprise this time - only pure lust. I wanted to show Katie off, just like Franco showed off his wife so completely to us, albeit from the pages of these magazines, and his photo albums.
"That's no good," I grabbed Katie's hand, stopping her from pleasuring herself. She looked disappointed for a second, but her eyes widened and a look of delight spread across her face at my next words.
"We can't see anything, you sitting there like that. Get up on the table so we can see properly."
Katie was wearing a black, flared skirt with white polka dots. She had matching black, knee-length socks, and her regulation black stilettos. On her top half was a black, cropped t-shirt. As she stood, I made a mental note of just how sexy she looked as she paused for a second, biting her lip. She was awaiting further instruction.
I grabbed our glasses and the bottle of wine from the table, Emilia, seeing what was happening, moved the candle, leaving the wooden table bare but for the white lace tablecloth.
"On the table," I ordered. Katie loved this. It was absolutely clear to me now. I knew Katie would have reacted exactly the same way had I done this before - the problem in our marriage had been me. I had her pegged as unadventurous and unwilling to try things, but really she was a submissive, undercover whore, ready to do anything - she just needed instructions. How could I have missed this for so long?
It was down to me to make up for lost time. And all of a sudden, I knew exactly what to do.
"On your back, on the table."
Emilia jabbered something to Franco in a delighted tone. He laughed. Katie lifted herself onto the table, and then lay back as instructed, her legs hanging loosely over the front.
"Pull your knees up, get your feet on the table," I barked. Katie visibly winced in pleasure as she received her orders and complied immediately.
All of a sudden, my blood was flowing and my imagination was in full swing. I felt like mine and Katie's minds were one, that every little dirty thought that entered my head was also in hers. I knew what she wanted, which was for me to tell her exactly what to do to get me off - and it would get her off too.
"Before you continue," I turned to our hosts. "Would you mind if we got a couple of pictures with you? You've been so welcoming, and I think we need something to remember you by, once our holiday is over."
Franco and Emilia moved either side of the table and I got some superb shots which, as I knew they would, served as an extremely vivid reminder of our nights at Franco's when we returned home. Katie smiled, her legs open and her sheer, see-through knickers not concealing the growing damp patch at the gusset. Our hosts held a leg each, smiled, gave a 'thumbs-up' as I took some snaps. I continued with a few more as Katie held the gusset aside, revealing her smooth lips, and finally with no panties at all, beautiful pussy on display almost in reverence to Emilia's poses which we'd enjoyed so much.
