The next morning, just as I was about to go and retrieve my wife Sage from Nate's room, there was a knock at my door. There was Sage, wearing only Nate's shirt. It was buttoned just from below her breasts on down. I got a good view of her cleavage and breasts as she swept into the room, and an equally good view of the lower part of her ass cheeks as she continued on to the bathroom. That was so, so sexy. I was hard immediately. I knew his sperm cells were swimming deep in her cunt. The shirt was a clear sign he had claimed her and she had acceded.
I went to the bathroom doorway. She turned and looked at me.
"We'll talk after," she declared. "Nate had me again this morning, so I am awash with his cum. I have to shower and get dressed. We'll have barely enough time to grab something for breakfast and then board the bus for our tour of Lucca."
She closed the bathroom door.
I longed to have reclamation sex with her, but she was right, there was no time.
They sat together on the bus. Why not? He had made her his last night. And maybe for the rest of the trip. Maybe even longer.
I chose a seat where I could watch them. They chattered away. They pointed out sights to each other...the ruins of a Roman aqueduct...the foothills of the Apennines...the Carrara marble quarries. He whispered in her ear a few times. She turned her head toward him and I could see her cheek. She was blushing vividly. She never turned around to check on me. She was enjoying the companionship of her new man. Her new lover.
The marble quarries suggested something erotic to me...the hills were mostly covered by green vegetation, but on one slope the vegetation was gone and the white marble was exposed. It suggested a breast that was being denuded and the pale skin exposed. Because of her pale skin, it suggested Sage's breast to me. Was Nate thinking the same? Is that what he had whispered to her to make her blush?
Lucca was great. It is the boyhood town of Puccini, the great opera composer. Our walking tour took the whole group to see the various sights. The town wall, never breached by an enemy, was the first. I thought that Sage had come a long way in our marriage without her defenses being breached, but she had now fallen to a frenemy who had thoroughly ravaged her.
Our tour saw the body of the blessed St. Zita, whose body was still not corrupted. Unlike that of my wife, I thought. Her body and her mind had been thoroughly corrupted by Nate. I always knew it would happen, I reminded myself. It was a bit harder to take than I had foreseen. But I could handle it.
The tour group was next led to the Puccini statue in the Piazza della Cittadella. The great composer was seated, his chair on a pedestal in the center of the square, above the foot traffic. I turned to comment on it to Sage and Nate, but they were gone. I had followed them into the square, but they gave me the slip. Like Manon in Puccini's opera, I felt 'Sola, perduta, abbandonata'..alone, lost and abandoned...what a great aria. Sage and Nate were probably in a back alley where she was giving him a blow job. No matter. I could take it.
It seemed like every place we stopped caused me to think of Sage and Nate together. I was glad when they reappeared. Our tour guide announced we could go to lunch on our own.
The three of us had lunch together. They disappeared just after ordering, each to the appropriate restroom, or so I thought. After 20 minutes, they were back. She sat in between me and her new lover at our little round table. They chattered back and forth gaily, but she hardly said a word to me during the meal. Once she turned and gave me a gentle smile but then turned back to Nate and upped the wattage of her smile for him. When we all got up to continue the tour, another woman from our tour said "Oh Sage, you spilled something on your leg. Here, you can use this napkin to wipe it up."
I got a glimpse. It looked like it was Nate's semen running down her leg. The helpful woman said "I don't know what it could be...oh my, dear. You look all flushed. Do you feel OK?"
"Just a hot flash Doris. I'm fine," Sage said as she wiped her leg with the napkin. As Doris moved on, Nate leaned close and said so only she and I could hear "Sorry Darling. I guess 2 loads was too much for your tight cunt to hold." They kissed with passion, her on tiptoe, her arms around his neck, and her breasts, stomach, pussy and thighs pressed tightly against him.
Doris looked at them, and then looked at me, trying to figure out what was going on. She obviously had an idea because she was smirking at me too.
***
Nate took me aside for a minute and told me he had a message for me from Sage.
"She wants you to know that because she and I are enjoying each other"...he was now openly grinning at me..."that it's OK if you want to hook up with one of the other ladies on the tour...maybe Doris? She said she'll ask Doris if you want her to."
"I don't know how you feel about that Dan, but I'd advise against it. You'd have to watch out for irate husbands and boyfriends. And for what? Some of these gals look like St. Zita."
"If you feel any...urge...I think your best bet is to pick up a hooker. I've seen some strutting about in town, and I'm sure you've noticed them too. But use a condom!" He was almost laughing now.
"Why didn't Sage tell me herself?" i asked.
"She thought it might be more forthright to hear it from me, the other man. You can understand why our affair started. She is a beautiful woman...top grade...and I feel lucky to be with her. Also, you kind of...told me...last night I should put my dick in her. She didn't try to seduce me. She feels it was you who put the idea in her head and encouraged her, and who schemed to have me fuck her."
My cheeks burned in shame. It was true.
"Boy, if I were married to her, I'd never try to push her toward another guy. She's a wonderful woman. Just sayin', buddy."
