This story can be read on it's own, but it will make more sense if you have read Part 1 first. It contains details of wife sharing/swapping/slut wife, so please don't read it if that bothers you.
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"Kim they're gorgeous. Beautiful quality and so classy. It's not fair; how do you do it?"
Kim smiled. Carole was her best friend and she valued her opinion, so having her enthuse about her latest captures was very gratifying.
"But how much did you pay for them? They're expensive brands; they must have been over two hundred pounds each. Robert would have a fit if I spent that sort of money on shoes."
"Nothing like that much," says Kim. She was tempted to lie, but Carole is her most trusted friend and she feels a strong urge to tell her the truth, even though it involves some very intimate details. They say confession is good for the soul, well at this moment Kim feels the need to confess, to share her secret with someone else. After all it is the most exciting thing that has happened in her marriage. She pauses for a moment and then takes the plunge.
"The blue pair cost fifty pounds, the red ones were free."
"You're joking! Fifty pounds...and free! How?"
"The first pair I flirted with the assistant a bit. The second pair I went further."
Carole looks at her. Those details are a bit cryptic and it's obvious there's a story attached to these shoes.
"Go on," she says.
"Well," says Kim. "To get the first pair I accidentally on purpose flashed my knickers at the assistant, you know the one we've mentioned before -- the good looking one with the dark hair. Then I went back, but this time I let him see my pussy. And then things went further."
"What do you mean by further? Don't leave it hanging there -- tell me what happened." Carole is engrossed and leans forward in her chair, keen to know more.
"We went into the back of the shop and he took my skirt off and then...well you can guess what happened next."
"Oh God," says Carole putting her hand to her mouth. This is completely unexpected. Kim is quieter and less extrovert than her and the last person she would have expected to do something like this. It was no secret that her own marriage to Robert had had it's fair share of bumpy moments, but she'd always been faithful despite a few tempting offers. She'd thought Kim's marriage to Paul was stable; certainly Kim was the last person she would have expected to have an affair.
"What if Paul finds out?"
Kim looks down and to the side, avoiding eye contact.
"He knows."
"What!"
"He knows. I told him about the first time and it was his idea that I went back, and he insisted that this time I left my knickers off. I'm sorry, I had to tell someone -- do you think I'm a slut?"
Carole pauses and thinks hard before answering.
"No, if he suggested it then it's a joint thing. I must admit I'm very surprised, it's not what I expected, but I don't think you're a slut."
As the shock wears off it's replaced by a feeling of excitement. Somewhat to her surprise Carole realises that her love juices are in full flow. She's not the only one because telling those few details has left Kim with some very damp knickers.
Kim swears Carole to secrecy and trusts her completely. But perhaps a dose of confession is contagious because a few days later a combination of some wine and a particularly exciting lovemaking session led to Carole letting slip about Kim's adventures. It certainly has its effect on her husband Robert because he cums immediately.
"She did what?"
"I've told you -- she went into a rear room with the assistant. He took her skirt off, bent her over the table and fucked her from behind."
Even though he's just cum Robert feels his prick stiffening again.
"Did he cum inside her?"
"Yes he did."
"And you say that Paul knows."
"Yes."
Robert is almost fully erect again, so he pushes Carole onto her back and parts her legs. His prick slides between her cunt lips and he fucks her with relentless vigour until they both climax noisily.
Nothing is said afterwards, but they both know that talking about Kim's adventure has been remarkably arousing. Carole feels Robert's cum trickling out of her and reaches for a tissue. What, she wonders, did it feel like for Kim to have the assistant's cum fired into her pussy; he's a good-looking young man and Carole can't deny a low-level feeling of jealousy.
For his part Robert is wondering whether he'll ever be able to see Kim in the same light again. An image comes into his mind of her bent over a table, gasping and groaning as a young man with his trousers round his ankles thrusts his prick in and out of her very wet cunt. Robert's cock twitches and stirs.
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The plane banks to the left and the morning sun streams through the cabin. Carole and Kim are sat in one row and Robert and Paul are in the row behind. They are there on their way to Florence courtesy of Paul's credit card company. Because of the number of points he had racked up on his card they had offered him a short break in Florence and they had the option for friends to go with them at a nominal cost so they had invited Robert and Carole.
The deal was too good to miss and they'd jumped at the opportunity to leave behind the cool, showery weather so typical of England in April and head for a bit of Mediterranean sun.
By the time they got to their hotel it was already mid-afternoon, so they'd taken a walk round the local area and then gone for something to eat.
Saturday morning found them doing a few touristy things and then taking a late lunch at one of the cafes. The women said they wanted to do a bit of shopping in the afternoon. Robert looked at Paul.
"Shall we miss out on that? I don't think they really want us tagging along."
The women just shrugged; there was no point denying it, shopping was easier when you didn't have a reluctant husband waiting impatiently. So the women headed off in search of clothes while the men decided to linger over coffee.
In truth they lingered a bit longer than they might otherwise have done because the roadside café was an ideal vantage point to survey a succession of attractive Italian women wandering past. A few remarks were made and Robert did wonder about mentioning Kim's adventure. He was really curious and would have loved to quiz Paul about it, but couldn't see an easy or safe way to raise the subject.
At thirty-six he was four years younger than Paul and although they didn't have a huge amount in common they did get on reasonably well.
They wandered off down the street with nothing particularly in mind. They hadn't been going long when the TV in the window of an electrical shop caught their eye.
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Kim's phone buzzes. She flips it open and reads the text message.
"Hav gone bak 2 the hotel. Milan derby is live on TV. Can u get a taxi bak and meet us later? Luv. Paul"
She shows the message to Carole.
"Milan derby -- what's that -- is it a race?"
"No, it's a soccer match."
"Soccer! They've come all this way to sit in the hotel watching soccer"
"I know, aren't men useless. Still it doesn't really matter, it leaves us free to concentrate on the shopping."
They're wandering down the Via degli Speziali and it seems to be a street specialising in shoe shops. They browse in several windows doing some hasty euro to pound calculations.
They're particularly taken with one shop; not surprisingly it's also the most expensive, but the window display is tempting. They haven't been stood there very long when they realise that it is staffed by two young men who are looking at them appraisingly.
Without saying anything they each know what the other is thinking -- it is so reminiscent of that shoe shop back home. Neither of them can deny that it's also surprisingly stimulating and both of them are aware of a definite moist sensation between their legs.
They continue browsing in the window until Kim turns to Carole with just the merest hint of amusement in her eyes.
