Monday July 13 Pontine Islands - Italy
I'm on vacation in Italy and I'm having some trouble with my wife. I found this reddit, and apparently people talk about problems with infidelity here, so I'm airing my concerns and trying to get this nervous feeling off my chest. Right now I am sitting on the deck of a sailboat in the Mediterranean, writing over the boat's satellite internet connection. My wife Mel is downstairs asleep in our cabin.
We are on a sailing tour around the Aegean. We got on the boat at Civitavecchia, which is the port of Rome. We arrived at the Pontine Islands today.
The boat has a crew of 2 -- captain and mate. The captain, Marco, is an Italian, mid-thirties, cocky, tall, broad shoulders and narrow hips, longish curly dark hair, big green eyes... basically my worst nightmare. The mate, Antonio, is a ten-years younger clone of the captain.
The problem is that the captain has made it clear from the second we met him that he wants to fuck my wife. Full kisses on both cheeks when we met at the marina. Then as we boarded, lots of compliments -- some very specific. Mel made no effort to hide that she welcomed the attention.
Just after we set sail, she and I were in the front of the boat chatting and getting some sun. The captain sauntered up and stood there openly staring at her. He said that it's normal in this part of the world for ladies to go topless. She giggled and said that it was not normal in her part of the world. He made some comments about American prudishness and about how such a beautiful woman should not be so insecure. It was obvious she was being manipulated, but I couldn't see any way to shut it down without seeming defensive. He knew what buttons to push -- before long she reached around to undo the top.
She has fantastic tits. B cups, round and perky. Great little rose bud nipples. The captain said something like, "See, they are magnificent, perfection. How you keep them hidden?" Then he called Antonio to the front of the boat. They stood there, discussing my wife's breasts, in Italian, right in front of us. Her nipples, I could not help but notice, went from soft to rock hard during all this attention. I was livid.
It's worth mentioning that my wife has a strong exhibitionist kink. The day I met her, she was in the park, lying on her back reading a book. She was wearing a sundress which she had let fall up over her hips, completely exposing her tiny panties. She told me later that she would do this occasionally, wearing sunglasses so she could watch the reaction of guys as they walked by. She looked so sexy lying there that I had gone over to chat her up. I got her number and not long after we were dating.
While we were dating, nothing got her revved up more than sex in a public place -- a changing room, a closet in a restaurant, the back of a cab. And she loves to masturbate in public. Mel can twist her legs around each other and bring herself to orgasm just by squeezing her thighs. It's something she can do anywhere without others noticing and we had fun with her getting herself off in public that way.
So I knew she loved being topless in front of those two hot, admiring guys. Later I told her how uncomfortable it made me. She brushed it off as Italians being Italian and assured me it meant nothing.
The reality is, my wife and I are having some problems. We dated for three years and now we've been married for four. After years of an extremely sexual relationship, she has cooled off towards me. She'll tell me she's not in the mood for sex but then I'll catch her jerking off. When we finally do have sex, she asks me to put on porn or use toys on her. It takes forever to get her wet and she struggles to come. She's never as passionate as she used to be.
I suggested this romantic trip to Italy to try to re-spark our flagging sex life. We spent the first week in Rome. It wasn't great -- we just brought our problems along with us. I tried to initiate sex every night but she would just suck me off and then roll over and go to sleep.
The first night on the boat, after the sunbathing incident, we all four ate together at the boat's tiny table -- which was not what I was expecting on this romantic cruise. I was about to tell them we expected to eat alone but Mel stopped me. We all drank a lot of wine. She became very relaxed and laughed too loudly at Marco's jokes. There was playful banter between them the whole meal. She was hanging on his every word. At one point, I dropped a napkin and looked under the table -- their legs were practically entwined.
After dinner back in the cabin, I tried for sex, expecting another brush off. To my shock, she was receptive. I barely touched her and she was soaked. She came hard and loud, several times. I knew they could hear and tried to quiet her down. She shoved my hand from her mouth and panted, "I want them to hear."
After the final romp, she wrapped herself in a towel and slipped out to the bathroom. I drifted off to sleep. When she got back she locked the door, dropped the towel, and started all over again. She was even wilder the second time. It was a night like we hadn't had in years.
The next day, we toured an island. Maybe because the situation with Marco was stressing me out a bit, I had too much wine at lunch on the island. Back on the boat, before dinner, I went down for a nap. She stayed up top to get the last of the sun. She was lying directly above our cabin. At some point I woke up and realized that Marco was up there talking to her. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I caught some distinct, disturbing words like "husband", "wife", "sex", "cheating". I decided to intervene.
I found my wife, topless of course, lying on her back. Marco, wearing nothing but a Speedo, was lying on his side facing her.
Marco's tanned, toned body glistened with oil. But it was not his abs that caught my attention. It was the cock in the skimpy swim trunks. It was like a giant sausage -- it wrapped around nearly to the side of his hip.
It stopped me dead and he noticed. He laughed and slapped it and said, "Yeh, what can I say, I'm a lucky guy...." Mel was wearing sunglasses, but I am sure she was staring too.
I stood there awkwardly until Marco finally excused himself.
"That must have been a really funny story he was telling?" my voice full of sarcasm. "What was it about?"
She evaded for a while, but I insisted. Eventually she said, "He was... well... he was telling me the craziest things about relationships in Italy. He said after a few years of marriage all Italians cheat all the time and that some Italian husbands set their wives up to cheat. But that's ridiculous right? He said husbands buy their wives sailing lessons from him just because the husbands hope the wives will sleep with him or Antonio on the trip. He said the husbands pay bigger tips if he succeeds in seducing the wife. He said husbands pick him because they know he's just going to fuck the wives and send them home, not run away with them. No husband would do that would they?"
