"Andiamo piccolo! Andiamo!" Gianna called to me from outside our house.
My meager Italian told me the translation meant "Let's go tiny! Let's go!"
But for some reason hearing it in Italian coming from my very Rubenesque Italian wife made it sound somehow erotic. I ran to the door to see what she wanted and stopped short when I realized that that morning when Gianna left me with my list of chores she had dressed me in a pair of pink yoga pants and a pink cut off sweatshirt with the word PINK emblazoned across the front! I stopped short my pink sneakers squeaking on the linoleum only to be greeted by Gianna and a young hunk laughing at me.
Giana wore a black leotard, no bra and jeans that seemed to be painted on. Her nipples were standing erect through the black stretch fabric. The young ran his hand up and down her backside caressing her ass.
"Piccolo, let's go! we're going on a picnic!" I tried to turn around to go back into the house and change into something more appropriate but Gianna would have none of it.
"No Piccolo! Andiamo! Andiamo!"
Meekly I shut the door to the house and wandered out toward them my head down blushing. The stud was about a six inches taller than me, wearing a white tank top, his tan muscles flexed and bulged as he continued to run his hands on Gianna's ass.
We all piled into our car with me driving and Gianna and her latest conquest in the backseat. She directed me to drive telling me when to turn left or right and before I don't think I could've found my way home if I had to. Every now and then I would glance in the rear view mirror and see them kissing, her tongue entwined with his and my cock would twitch. I drove for over an hour with Gianna giving me directions until we finally pulled into a parking lot near a beach that belonged to a private country club. As we all got out of the car I saw Gianna point to my crotch and her and the stud began laughing hilariously. Apparently during our drive while I watched them make out and play with each other I gotten so excited my pre cum had leaked so much that there was a huge wet spot on the front of my pink yoga pants.
The stud wandered over to me and ruffled my hair like a little school boy being consoled by a headmaster.
"It's okay piccolo, soon you'll have more than enough cum to deal with!"