Stefania and I had been seeing each other for about six weeks. We'd had some incredibly erotic moments, and many more romantic ones. She loves theaters and museums, ethnic restaurants, going for a drive in the country, and cooking. She also loves swimming and sunbathing naked, going to rock concerts (especially in something revealing), college sports (she loves watching fit young men being athletic), and now she's added sailing to her list of favorite things to do, especially when she can wear extremely skimpy bathing suits.
I was just starting to think we might be able to enjoy a mostly normal relationship when she gave me some unfortunate news.
"Amore mio." She held my hand as we walked the beach as sunset. "We can't see each other for a while."
"Why?" I asked. I wasn't upset. I knew she had her reasons.
"The stronzo is coming home tomorrow, and I don't know how long he plans to stay this time." She heaved a sad sigh.
"I see." I scowled. "Well, that kinda sucks."
She giggled. "I know. I just found out this morning and I've been trying to get up the courage to tell you."
I frowned at her. "Why would you need courage to tell me?"
"I don't like to disappoint you." She squeezed my hand tight. "I'm not even supposed to know. He was going to
surprise
me, which really means he was going to try to catch me." She scoffed and shook her head. "But, Alonzo, his assistant, rather likes me, and he sends warnings when he can. It's also how I know that the stronzo has been with the same twenty-something year old girl-toy since he left in May."
I smiled down at her. "And am I your boy-toy?"
She smiled back. "No, love. You're too old to be a boy-toy."
I scoffed at her.
"Oh, not like that!" She grabbed at my arm. "Dio mio, I just mean you're mature. Ah! Not mature in age." She nipped at her lower lip and huffed. "You know what? I think I'm just going to shut up now before I make you angry."
I stopped, turned her to face me, and settled a deeply searching kiss as my hands involuntarily began to explore her sexy bathing suit. "I'm not angry, dolcezza mia."
My pronunciation sucked, but Stefi beamed at me.
"So, is there any way we can see each other while he's here?"
She shook her head. "Outside of class, I don't think so." She sighed. "But we can have a little time on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We just have to be very careful."
We held each other as we watched the sun settle over the horizon, then I sailed us back and dropped her off at her palatial estate. We kissed good night, which lasted much longer than usual, and I went home.
Monday night came and I attended Mrs. M.'s class as usual. She was back to dressing more conservatively, and she kept stealing glances in my direction. Our model was a young man, though not the muscular type my Stefi liked so much. We spent the ninety minutes drawing interspersed with some lecture and packed up to leave.
I delayed, making sure I was the last, then I met Stefi in her office. She practically leapt into my arms and devoured me in a passionate kiss. "Amante, we can't meet tomorrow." She said so sadly, I thought she might cry.
"Why not?"
"The stronzo wants to go out." She huffed, held me tight, kissed me again and pulled away. "I have to go."
"So soon?" I pleaded.
"I'm sorry. I will explain everything, just not now." She hesitantly made for the door. "Please don't hate me." And she left.
If I were a betting man, and I am, I'd say she was afraid of something. That stirred my protective instinct, and I wanted to be sure that creep of a husband wasn't hurting her. I decided I needed to do a little discrete stalking.
The next night I dressed in some old clothes I hadn't worn in forever, put on a ball cap, some dark glasses, and worn sneakers. I rented a car and parked across the street from Stefi's house. It was getting late, and I thought she'd given some lame excuse to avoid a conflict, but then the garage door opened and out rolled a deep blue Lexus. Clearly, her stronzo of a husband had bucks.
I tailed his car to the nearby city, and he headed to the 'seedy' part of town. Run down buildings, pawn shops, and the occasional street hooker were the motif. He pulled into a parking garage, and I gave them a minute before pulling in as well. I was just getting out of my car when they walked past and out onto the streets.
It wasn't hard to follow them, since stronzo was dressed in a casual suit, but my Stefi was made up like living wet dream. She was in a skintight black dress that showed off every delightful curve of her figure. She wore a deep auburn wig, thigh boots, stockings and a garter belt that was plainly visible.
First, they stopped at some sleezy looking bar, so I waited outside a few minutes before following them in. I found Stefi standing at the bar sipping a drink while two rough looking guys were drooling around her. They kept trying to grab her ass or cop a feel of her breasts, and so far, she was outmaneuvering them. Her stronzo husband sat at a nearby table casually watching her.
She quickly finished her drink and ordered a second. By this time, one of the scruffy bar dogs had a hand on her ass while she defended her bosom from the second. Again, I had that urge to step in, but I knew it would be a huge mistake. I told myself she was being groped, not mugged, and forced myself to relax.
Her second drink was downed quicker than the first. She tossed a twenty on the bar and wriggled free of her two assailants. I watched her hurry toward the door on ridiculously high heels that made her take short steps in her short, tight dress. Then her stronzo husband got up, nodded to the two guys, and I got a heated rush of anger. He had planed the encounter! Holy shit!
I followed them out and looked around in a panic. They were nowhere to be seen. Did they catch a cab? I looked around and didn't see any cabs anywhere, so I decided that was unlikely. Then where did they...? I stepped out to the corner, and found an adult movie theater around the corner, certainly close enough for them to have gone in.
Hoping my guess was right, I paid and went in. The whole place was under lit, smelled of mold, stale bodies, and sex, and I could hear the grunts and moans of a porn movie playing through the doors on the other side of the lobby.
I went over and entered, then waited to let my eyes adjust to the dark and projector light. Mostly it was individual men, each sitting alone. But toward the front of the seats was a couple, and I recognized the auburn wig. I breathed a sigh of relief and found a seat a few rows behind and to the left.
There was some activity going on there, and I couldn't make it out. So, at the risk of seeming too conspicuous, I moved to a seat one row in front of them and a couple seats to the left. I looked back, in what I hoped was a casual way, and there was my Stefi, sitting with her legs crossed and arms stiff as her husband idly unbuttoned the front of her dress. He kept going until the entire front of her dress pealed back, and I saw her bare breasts on display in the movie light.
Her husband worked feverishly at his belt and pulled out a rather unimpressive length of cock. He guided Stefi's hand to it, and she obediently started stroking him off.
Even before it happened, I had a feeling it would. It seemed inevitable. It seemed planned. That stronzo looked back at some lone guy watching Stefi like a predator, and he waved him over, nodding to the empty seat next to Stefi.
My blood boiled when I saw the look on Stefi's face. She was humiliated and afraid, and all I wanted to do was grab her and run for the exit. Again, a monumental mistake.
