"I love Florence."
"Me too Jess. It's like we've finally found our perfect place in this life."
After my evening of entertaining Jeremy, changes in our lives happened quickly. We packed up our home, arranged flights to Italy and bid a tearful farewell to family and friends.
Jeremy and I selected a lovely apartment while I sucked his cock and he flicked through images of our shortlist on my husband's iPad. They sat beside each other on our sofa, comparing prices, while my head skillfully bobbed up and down. When I emptied his balls, then looked up and swallowed, gazing affectionately into his eyes, my husband's boss would have bought me the Sistine Chapel.
The owner of the apartment, Blue Lily, sent his agents on the day we took over and signed for an exquisite inventory of antique furniture. Ours was a stunning second-floor, three-bedroom, spacious apartment in a historical Florentine building, six hundred metres from 'Piazza del Duomo'.
I felt at home, strolling through our new apartment while ushering the agent through the front door. I was relaxed and could see my husband was too.
In the centre of an intricate gold and silver compass design inlaid to a light mahogany, highly polished parquet floor, Simon took me in his powerful arms. He swept a few strands of the long hair obscuring his my face, then kissed me.
"We did this together, Jess."
"This apartment is well worth a mouthful of your boss's salty cum, babe, but you did the hard work for years."
"Speaking of that evening, I enjoyed sharing his cum with you and kinda hoped for more soon."
I pecked him on the lips, disengaging our tryst because my panties had moistened beyond their ability to cope and the bulge in his pants had provoked me.
"I'll decide when, husband, but your request is duly noted. For now, how about you fuck me over the balcony while I look down on the crowds passing by?"
Our first weekend was delicious. We dined at local restaurants, drank wine to excess and made love more than we had in months. I was stress and care free and knew it was a perfect time to entertain a bull for both our enjoyment.
We felt the itch for me to have a stranger's cock inside my pussy and I knew Simon would enjoy a creampie clean-up and his reclaiming sex ritual as we settled into our new life. Each time I stepped out on my marriage vows, it twanged a taboo string deep inside both of us for different but complimentary reasons.
For me, the feeling of being desired by other men was intoxicating and lifted my self-esteem. Simon revelled joyously in his humiliation and my domination of him in controlling our sexual journey.
"I love competing with bulls to have you, Jess."
Jeremy had a bigger cock than Simon and I'd enjoyed it, perhaps a little too much. Thankfully, I didn't like the man much, so it hadn't affected me and I hoped that would hold true every time I fucked a bigger cock.
"They've all had smaller cocks than you so far, except Jeremy. What happens if I tackle another one who's bigger?"
"I'll have to compete with him, it's as simple as that and I relish the challenge. I love the feeling that I have to work harder to have you and remain your first choice."
"You'll always be my first and only love, Simon. That will never be in doubt, or we'll stop cuckolding immediately."
"I'll be working hard at the new office this week, so it would be good if we dined out in the evenings to spend quality time together."
Our belongings arrived on the Monday morning and the men who unpacked them seemed ready to fuck me at the slightest encouragement. They didn't appeal because I wanted to be seduced, demanding an element of sophisticated behaviour from my bulls. A few sweaty guys, however good looking, fucking me in between removal jobs wasn't happening.
In between moving furniture around, I strolled along the piazza to our new favourite Cicchetti cafe, where I ordered two of my favourite small plates and a carafe of Barolo red wine. I considered my life choices while swirling wine in the oversized glass, admiring its dark, almost taboo redness that brightened in the sun where the alluring liquor ran thinnest.
Simon and I are bringing our deepest desires into the light.
A man peering at me from outside a rope boundary of the cafe caught my attention.
"Is that Jess Miller?"
"My god, Professor Simms. Fancy seeing you here."
I stood up and hugged my old history professor. I say old, but he was only ten years my senior and had been the star, and my crush at University.
"May I?"
"Of course, I'd be upset if you didn't join me."
Another glass hit the table almost as his backside slid into the chair opposite me and he helped himself to my carafe.
"It's Roger, by the way. All that stuffy professor shit is in my rearview mirror."
"You've left the University?"
"Two years ago next month. I'm advising the Florence city museum curator on literature that belonged to the Medici family. It's far more fascinating and I get to live here, at least for now."
We caught up for nearly two hours, devouring five small plates and three carafes. When it was time for me to meet Simon, I excused myself, exchanging cell numbers, leaving my professor languishing alone.
When I entered our apartment, I reached beneath my skirt and peeled off a very damp pair of knickers, presenting them proudly to my husband, who was resting on our balcony.
"I can smell you but nobody else. May I?"
"Of course, that's why I stripped them off, so that you could eat them."
I made two espressos and joined Simon at the small table on our spacious balcony. While he enjoyed my underwear, I regaled him about my lunchtime liaison and how that made my pussy ooze its approval into the gusset of his new toy.
"Have you considered inviting him here?"
"I did, but I feel we should discuss and agree when selecting my bulls. They should work hard to have me, as should you."
"I love the chase and that definitely works for me."
My phone buzzed, and I scanned the message, showing my husband once I knew it was Roger.
It was great to see you today, Jess. I'm sorry to bother you so soon after lunch, but could we meet up again, please?
I stared at my husband, who chuckled.
"That's great timing, and it seems to me he's champing at the bit to slide his cock inside you. Do you want to fuck him?"
"Yes, would you mind?"
"Not at all. What role will I play?"
"You'll have to wait and see, husband."
I reverted to my phone, sliding my fingers across its glass keypad to return Roger's message.
What did you have in mind, Roger?
I thought perhaps another drink or maybe dinner.
Do you mean as a professor/former student catchup like today?
I was hoping for more, to be honest.
Honesty is best. Could you be more specific?
A casual encounter, some fun, maybe?
