My Rubenesque Italian wife Gianna shouted something to me as she left the house in Italian that I think meant 'I'll be back later.' I was in our bedroom folding clothes, straightening up Gianna's huge shoe collection and changing the sheets on the bed. Our marriage was a strange one to say the least. I spoke very little Italian and Gianna spoke very little English. We had met at a friend's wedding in Italy, where I had also decided to spend a month or two on vacation after the wedding. I had lost my job in the states and figured what better time to chill out.
Gianna was gorgeous, big, busty, thick thighs, long black hair, blue eyes, and lips that would make any man melt. The day of the wedding she wore a dress that was way too short and way too low cut and she received stares from both men and women. Not speaking much Italian, I introduced myself and asked her to dance. I found she spoke very broken English but we communicated in other ways. She could tell I loved her cleavage and big butt as I constantly watched her during the day and she constantly flaunted herself at me while dancing with other men. That night we left the reception separately and I watched her drive away in some Italian sports car with some guy who looked like he belonged in a Dolce and Gabana ad. There was a knock at my hotel door at 2am that morning and I struggled to the door, opened it and found Gianna standing there, disheveled and a bit drunk. She burst into the room, made herself at home and immediately attacked me.
I put up little struggle as I peeled her dress off only to see tiny bite marks on her tits. Peeling her thong off, she lay on the bed pointing to her shaved pussy motioning for me to lick her. Hypnotized by her beauty, I licked her pussy sensing it was wetter than what one would expect. It tasted salty and warm and I have to confess I loved it. In that moment I knew that Gianna had come from the stud's house and I was licking his and her cum from her pussy. Honestly I didn't care, I was in Italy with a gorgeous Italian BBW licking her and having fun. I never thought it would last past a one night stand. After making Gianna cum three times that night she passed out and I was left naked with a raging hard on. I found myself going to the bathroom and jerking off; a sign of things to come.
The rapture I felt that night was incredible and when I awoke in the morning Gianna was gone. I sat up in bed and wondered had I dreamed the whole thing? And then I looked on the floor and saw her thong lying there and knew she had been there. It went on like that for the next week with Gianna showing up at my hotel room late at night, me licking her to drunken orgasm as she would drift off to sleep leaving me hard and frustrated. She never spoke much but I could always tell what she wanted and I could always tell she had been with someone prior to coming to me. I began to become addicted to her visits. I would make sure I was at the hotel early every night always available for her. One morning I stayed awake and followed her when she left my hotel. She went to a small house by the sea. From what I could tell she lived there alone. I wanted so to go knock on the door but didn't want her to be angry with me, another sign of things to come.
On her next nightly visit, I tried to explain in my feeble Italian that I was enamored with her and I adored her and wanted to have a relationship with her. She snickered and grabbed my head and motioned towards her pussy. I licked her wildly somehow wanting to prove to her that I was serious. That night while licking her I moved my tongue further and further back until I was licking her asshole and could feel her squirming. Darting my tongue in and out of her ass she flailed wildly on the bed and came in a thunderous orgasm. The next morning there was a note on my pillow with an address on it. I followed the cobblestone streets to a small building on the outskirts of town, it was a tavern. Opening the door I spotted Gianna behind the bar with a smile on her face and wearing a very low cut blouse, her tits half out. She smiled and motioned for me to sit down as there were no other patrons at the bar.
We talked as best we could with our broken language skills for over an hour. She told me she had been married once to the tavern's owner but he had been killed in a car wreck and she had taken over the tavern. She said the women of the village looked down on her and thought she was a whore because of the way she dressed and the way she pursued her lust for sex. She made no bones about the fact that she liked sex - and there were plenty of young Italian studs in this and the surrounding villages more than willing to satiate her urges. I wanted this woman more than I've ever wanted anything in my life and I told her so. Gianna told me to come behind the bar and lick her pussy. I did it like a robot. I heard the door open people coming into the tavern and attempted to get up but Gianna held my head down there. I was shocked, afraid and excited all at once. I knelt on the floor, head up Gianna dress licking her shaved pussy while she casually carried on a conversation with two men at the bar, pouring them beers and acting as if nothing was wrong.
A week later we were married in a small civil ceremony with a justice of the peace and Gianna and I. I moved my meager belongings into Gianna's house and that night I attempted to consummate our marriage. As I crawled between Gianna's meaty thighs, her glistening shaved pussy staring up at me and her big tits laying there like inflated balloons, I grew to my full four inches and tried to enter Gianna.
