This is my entry to the Summer Contest, voting, comments and messages are always deeply appreciated. Thank you to Laura and Sophie who helped me find the balance between fact and fiction for this story. All characters are of course 18 and over. Enjoy.
EC
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I am a very lucky wife. Mark, my husband of seven years is everything you could wish for; tall and handsome, he's aging with increasing sex appeal as men in their forties seem to do. He's well travelled and compassionate, witty and intelligent. He started his career with a successful startup and when they finally went public three years ago, we went from comfortable to wealthy. We both went into semi-retirement, dedicating ourselves to other pursuits, doing occasional consulting work and travelling extensively. We had no children so we made the most of not needing a consistent base, sometimes spending months abroad.
I am also a jealous wife. It's a wicked consuming emotion that drives me to extremes, like an animal reacting to a territorial challenge. Early in our relationship, I noticed him flirting with a co-worker at an office party; it turned out I was better at flirting with her than he was. We took her home and made love to her, but it was always on my terms, my husband to share as I wish, my affair with a woman for my husband to watch. He accepted the rules gladly and our relationship grew stronger, my fear of losing him replaced with confidence that no other woman would be so open to sharing. I thought we couldn't be any happier.
And then, last summer, we met Mia. We had rented a private villa close to Bellagio on Lake Como; Mark had spent a semester in Italy while at school and wanted to go back. It was a beautiful destination full of beautiful people. If we weren't on the lake we would spend our days strolling through the cobbled lanes of cafes, drinking wine and savouring the romance. After seven years of marriage it was a welcome jolt. We held each other closer, we kissed in the street, we had relaxing sex by the pool. I wore more revealing clothing, adding to the attention a blonde gets in Italy; it felt like we were being seduced by the lake itself.
We stumbled upon Mia's wine bar by chance; we had eaten but we didn't want to head back to the villa just yet. She was German but could pass for an Italian, only her bright green eyes and hint of an accent gave her away. At first glance, she was pretty, but at the second she was beautiful and once she smiled and touched your arm warmly you were smitten, unable to tear your gaze away from her toned bronzed legs or the effortless curves that her sun dress draped over.
She was engaging too, a recent graduate, doing some summer work before moving to Berlin to work the rest of her life out. Despite being fifteen years younger than me and twenty younger than my husband it never felt that there was a generational divide and a chemistry developed between us easily. As we kissed goodbye, we promised to visit again and while in the taxi back to the villa I leant over and whispered in Mark's ear that I wanted her. I put my hand on his crotch to feel him grow as the idea went through his head. He smiled and kissed me. We barely made it to the front door before we were naked and he was inside me.
*** We returned two nights later, a little drunker this time, excited by what might happen. She was happy to see us again, remembering our names and treating us with the same affection as before. The bar was quiet and we encouraged Mia to drink with us, which she agreed to after we had moved past small talk and into more intimate subjects like her relationships. We were inwardly relieved to hear she didn't have a boyfriend, not that it had stopped us in the past but it would make things less complicated. We joked and were taught German swear words and eventually German words for sexual activities. We complimented her on her looks and her style and she returned the kind words, asking how I kept so fit. When it got late, I took the lead and invited her back to our place for a nightcap, she smiled knowingly, as if she knew it was coming and it was not the first time she had been propositioned. For a brief second I felt like she would say no without thinking, but after a pause she agreed coyly.
We kept the conversation light in the taxi, careful not to be overbearing. Once inside the villa with a glass of wine in her hand, we showed her around and then when the time felt right I motioned to Mark to give us a few minutes to ourselves. I turned and immediately placed a soft kiss on Mia's lips and held her cheek, whispering that she doesn't need to be nervous, that we wouldn't do anything she didn't wanted to.
"Have you been with a couple before?" She shook her head.
"Another woman, yes one time but not like this..." she said with heart melting tenderness.
"It's ok, we're just going to enjoy ourselves, we'll take things slow..." I followed it this time with a real kiss, strong and passionate, our lips smacking, our breathing matching our excitement. We locked in an embrace, our hands roaming our backs holding each other close. When Mark re-appeared with champagne he cracked a joke and we laughed, breaking the kiss and the tension lifted. Now that we knew it was happening, we could enjoy the tingling thrill of a new lover without rush.
"Let's take our time..." I told Mark as I moved over to kiss him. He nodded. He knew the drill; he had no power in this situation to control the tempo. He would have to be patient.
Mia and I moved to the couch to continue our kiss as Mark looked on, our hands found each other's breasts and our lips explored our necks. My neck felt another mouth on it, Mark moving behind me, unzipping my dress for it to fall off my torso, and then Mark and Mia's mouths finally met over my shoulder.
From there things seemed to click, an unspoken move from body to body, taking turns to stimulate with mouth and fingers. Clothing came off piece by piece until we were naked, finding new places to lick and stroke. Mark's stiffness soon became a focal point, needing our attention; Mia needed only the slightest of invitation before her lips were gliding up and down his shaft. It was to be my mouth that he would cum inside but I made sure that she tasted him on my lips. She responded by asking to taste me as well. I gave her what she wanted, straddling her face as I reached down to use my fingers on her. Her orgasm triggered mine, erupting on her muffled moans.
We were still for a while, letting the sweat cool, listening to the crickets outside. We eventually cleaned up and we offered a place to stay which she declined but was at pains to state she had no regrets. We agreed and called a cab for her, before she left she kissed both of us goodbye and told us to visit again to which we made an empty promise, my instinct to keep things as one special night only, an unwritten rule to avoid complications. But what is a vacation for if not to break rules?
***
There is always an awkwardness the morning after a third has been introduced to your marital bed, no matter how often it happens. A need to dissect things emotionally and physically, internally and externally. Sometimes you are left satisfied, sometimes you are disappointed and sometimes you are left wanting more. From the moment I woke up I was haunted by her eyes looking up at me as she licked my breasts; there was still much more that I wanted from her.
I never communicated this with Mark, but three nights later, without deciding together we seemed to be drawn back to Mia on our post prandial stroll. She was delighted to see us, squeezing my hand as she kissed both cheeks. Our small talk was brief as she already seemed tipsy. She soon brought up our encounter, telling us it was the sexiest thing she had ever done and how jealous she was of our relationship. She closed the bar early, this time there was no discussion of what would happen, she just got in the cab with us.
She was more confident, hungrier this time, happy to be the first one naked as the three of us stumbled to our bedroom. She pulled my dress off and pushed me onto the bed, smiling as she crawled between my legs, sucking my nipples and kissing down my torso to what she wanted to taste again.
"My husband is going to fuck you tonight," I told her, nodding at Mark as he knelt on the bed to enter her from behind. She groaned on my clit as she felt his length. I held Mia and my husband's gaze as he fucked her. After the intensity grew she pushed fingers inside me, reaching up with another hand to squeeze my breast as I held her face tight against my pussy. Mia was the first domino to fall, I followed shortly after with a high pitched moan filling the room and then Mark withdrew to empty himself on Mia's back. I rewarded her with a deep kiss, the taste of myself thick on her tongue.
We showered together and this time Mia stayed the night in our bed, curled up beside me. She left early in the morning and once again I vowed that it would be the last time, any more and we would be venturing into unknown territory where hazards of the heart lay.
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Three days later, she was back. We had gone out for lunch and when we got back she was outside our door sitting on a suitcase, teary-eyed. The apartment where she had been staying had fallen through and she needed a place temporarily. We didn't give it a second thought; our villa was big enough for several more guests and it was the least we could do.
Our intentions had been pure, an earnest gesture to help Mia out without any conditions involved but whether she knew it or not she was such a temptress, and it was difficult for us to ignore such an erotic stimulus. When I caught Mark's gaze following her ass when she cleared the dishes that evening the jealousy arose within me and I asserted my position in our household.
I told her to undress in front of us, she barely flinched at the order, letting her dress drop and pushing her panties down to expose herself. I shifted in my seat and pulled my own dress up over my hips, pulling my underwear aside as an invitation. She understood fully and dropped to her knees, smiling seductively as she crawled in between my legs. Mark could only watch as she pleasured me; perhaps waiting for a sign I wanted him to join but I denied him this night, these were the rules if she were to stay and Mia understood.
***
She never really looked for another place to stay after that. We were happy to have her, sex aside she was good company, always trying to make us happy. She made us dinner on nights she wasn't working. She would bring us little trinkets back as gifts and personally, Mia and I became close friends. We went shopping together, grabbed lunch or lazed by the pool sharing stories and memories.
Sexually we were going further than even Mark and I had done before, unafraid to explore things that were previously only in the realm of fantasy. She was happy to be used as an object, to take orders, always desperate to please us, to make us feel sexy. She would often just stop mid sentence and stare sadly into space for a second before telling us how incredibly lucky she was to have met us, following it with a kiss and a hug.
