Simon bought an Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio. He explained that being in Italy meant we ought to drive an elegant car made locally, but I wasn't buying it although I loved the sports car too. The sleek sedan was beautiful, powerful and reliable, like my husband.
He carved out a beautiful line on lonely roads through twists and turns into the countryside. When we arrived at our small town destination, Greve in Chianti, he parked in the market square and leapt out, ran around to my side and opened the door, offering me his hand.
"You're more attentive since my first hotwife date and I like that."
"I'm very aware of my good fortune."
"I appreciate you too, husband."
We held hands more often, and I felt a reluctance on his part to let mine go. He always skipped ahead to open doors for me, much more than prior to my first bull fuck and I felt happy and proud we'd transformed from a happy couple to an ecstatic pairing.
A local priest had agreed to meet with us to discuss our wedding ceremony arrangements. We both loved the online images of a tiny natural stone chapel nestled in the woods where Simon suggested we recommit our vows.
"I love the venue, but I'm worried about our sordid plan. Will the priest allow us and could we get caught?"
"He said our service is simple because we're already legally hitched. He'll be in, out, and we can do whatever we want before and afterwards as long as we lock up and drop the keys back with him."
I sank back into my luxurious leather seat, enjoying the sun on my face while holding Simon's hand in my lap, squeezing it hard with excitement. I would make sure the coming weekend would be one of the best for both of us since we got married.
Greve is a beautiful and tranquil town set in the Tuscany hills. Natural stone terraced buildings border a large market square, offering a delightful and eclectic experience to shoppers and tourists. The famous Falorni Charcutier dominates the square with a selection of restaurants, bars and wineries dotted around it. Amid traditional gastronomic wizardry, there is a handmade leather workshop and art gallery.
We lunched on a simple caesar salad, then set off for a drive around the area. Our beautiful boutique hotel where my sister, Emily and her husband, would wait was a stone's throw away, and it was too early to get there. They packed and were on a flight the same day I asked for her maid of honour services.
She sounded miserable when I called, perking up considerably after I invited her and Roger to join our special day.
Passing through leafy Tuscan forests, the odd peaceful village and occasional farmyard on a summer's day lifted my soul. Our lives were good, our marriage was sound, and we had magnificent prospects.
"What have you got planned for our ceremony, Jess?"
I glanced at my husband, grinned, then stared at the road ahead. A surge of dopamine hit me as I imagined the wedding scenario I'd planned.
"I won't say yet, but I hope you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will."
He floored the accelerator and my senses heightened when powerful g-forces forced me into the bucket seat. I slid Simon's hand underneath my loose fitting gypsy skirt, where he could play with my knicker free pussy while he drove like a bat out of hell.
Our lovemaking had become more focused on his pleasure since I was getting so much attention elsewhere and I felt in a giving mood today.
"I'd love for you to fuck me, Simon, but I'd rather stay cum free and tight for my second wedding."
"I think that's the right choice, babe."
I leaned across the low cut console separating us, unbuckled my husband's belt and slid his zipper down. His cock was semi hard when I slipped the button on his boxer shorts free.
His cock felt good in my hand, so I spent a minute stroking gently before wanking him a little harder, tugging hard on the back stroke to force pre-cum from his slit.
When I leaned further, slipping Simon's glans into my mouth, its salty veneer gave me a hedonistic hit and I sucked harder for more. My husband's cock is a little too big to deep throat comfortably, but I tried and succeeded to a fashion, with saliva dribbling all over his jeans and covering my chin.
Unexpected traffic lights in the middle of nowhere and heavy braking caused a pause and a slight panic from Simon when my teeth rasped on his cock. I kept bobbing up and down, looking up briefly to check the traffic lights. A sidewards glance drew an approving nod from a hooker sitting on a low stool under the shade of an orange tree nearby.
Simon gripped my ponytail, using it as a pretence of dominance. I didn't mind; he was my life and any fantasy he needed to play out was fine by me.
I knew it was time for Simon's orgasm when the car sped up and he twitched around in his seat, so I stopped sucking and sat back up.
"What the fuck, Jess?"
"How does it feel?"
"Like I'm dangling over an abyss. It's torture."
"Good. Pull over when you can, find somewhere secluded and don't put your cock away."
He drove for another ten minutes, which was plenty of time for his erection to shrink back to being semi hard.
"Hopefully, your sperm is resting halfway up your shaft."
"It feels weird. I want you so badly right now and I'm on fire."
He turned sharply into a forest gravel drive, leading into wooded hills. After a mile or so, we arrived at a forestry service car park with one other vehicle, which looked like a ranger's truck.
"Let's find some privacy."
"Can I zip up?"
"No!"
I gripped my husband's hand and dragged him down a soft bark layered path winding through the woods. After a few minutes of hiking with Simon's cock dangling deliciously, we arrived at a stream and picturesque waterfall with a pool at its base, littered with massive boulders. I pointed at one, perfect for our needs.
"Sit on that boulder, please, husband."
He did as I asked with his enormous cock resting across his jeans, regaining its former stature while he caught breath. He looked puzzled when I knelt down in front of him.
"I want you to know much you mean to me, Simon. The deep love I feel for you makes me happy every day. I love the lifestyle you've agreed to, in every way, emotionally, in our romance and through the hard work you've done to establish our lives."
"I don't understand, Jess. Is there something wrong?"
I rummaged through my bag, removing a cube shaped, beautifully bound claret coloured leather box with my husband's name inscribed atop in gold. I opened the box and stretched my offering towards him.
"You proposed to me last time, and now it's my turn."
I gulped when tears welled in his eyes.
"Will you marry me, again, Simon?"
He slid off the rock, not caring that his knees slammed into the one I perched on, then swept me in his powerful arms. His lips felt like sparks from molten gold pouring out of a furnace. I wrapped my arms around his neck, desperately seeking Simon's tongue with mine while my heart soared to a state of euphoria.
When I disengaged, he took my gift, lifted it from the box and seemed delighted.
"Can I wear it now?"
"That's why I wanted to stop the car and find a proper place to do this. Edging you was fun, but I really wanted a private moment before we meet my sister."
"I love you Jess."
Simon French kissed me again, and I reciprocated but pulled away because I was keen to move things along. The taste of my husband's pre-cum while he drove had activated my hard wiring for sex, and I wanted more.
The beautiful waterfall landscape, its heavy oak tree borders, freckled with olive trees, was an eden by any description. It was a perfect place for my proposal and his debasement at the hand of his soon to be second time around wife.
"Slip your Jeans off, turn around and lets get this popped inside you, babe. Then I can suck your cock and claim my seed from your balls."
He removed the beautifully carved stainless steel, gold plated, three-inch circumference butt plug I'd bought as a proposal gift and smiled.
"I love the shape."
"It's the perfect size for me to slip into your back passage no matter where we are and nobody will know."
"I love it! Let's do this, please."
"Read the inscription on the button end before I cover it."
He flipped our new toy around in his hand while turning around, presenting his butt to me. He laughed and looked back cutely, nodding.
"Owned by Jess."
"It's true."
"Yes, it's accurate in every sense."
"Me too hun, now bend over."
I spat on the stainless steel two inch long beautifully tapered shaft, rubbing my makeshift lubricant everywhere. I peeled a rubber protector over the plug end where my inscription lay.
When I prised my husbands butt cheeks apart and licked his anal whorl, he grunted like a satisfied labrador in front of a fireplace.
I pushed the steel plug gently, watching his puckered hole relax, submit to my steel phallus, then grip its edge when I slid it fully inside, up to the safety flange.
Simon's back arched in pleasure, and I delighted in his quick rise to a full erection, admiring the shaft I got to fuck most days when not entertaining a bull.
"Turn around and sit down."
As he sat down, I reached around, gripped his ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart to make sure the boulder ground against his butt plug protector, pushing it further inside him. When he seemed comfortable, we locked eyes, and I gazed up lovingly.
"What's the matter Jess?"
"I'm waiting for an answer, husband."
"Yes, of course I'll marry you, now, tomorrow and every day until the end. I want to be buried with you and live every day until then with you."
He had me at yes, but his brief speech sent a tingling rush through my body. I needed Simon's cock, so I sucked his veiny rigid shaft, enjoying more pre-cum that had seeped into the folds of his foreskin.
"Grind your asshole and butt plug off the stone, babe."
"Umm, we have a problem, honey."
"Mmm, I don't."
I was throughly enjoying sucking my husband's cock, even considering forgoing my pre-marital abstinence. Simon's persistent tapping on my head got my attention in the end, and I turned to look where he was pointing.
