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."
