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Trip With My Husband

Trip With My Husband

by juliesloveslave
20 min read
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adultfiction

Every person in this story is over 18.

My husband and I were off on our European vacation. We had known each other since we were children. First stop was Germany and then on to Italy. I had traveled to Italy when I was twenty on a trip with my university in the summer. I had a boyfriend at home and was traveling with a girlfriend. I have always wanted to return.

I made the mistake, or maybe not, of telling my husband about something that happened in Italy. My girlfriend and I toured The Vatican and while there we were chatted up by two Papal Guards. They didn't speak very good English, and we didn't speak very good Italian. We spoke French, so that was our language. We all knew enough that they wanted to take us out and my girlfriend and I were attracted to them, so even though we both had boyfriends at home, we agreed. One only lives once, and they were hot.

I was innocent. My boyfriend and I had been together since we were fourteen and I had just lost my virginity to him a few months prior. So, this was a little out of character for me. Did I mention the guards were hot? My girlfriend and I were attracted to opposite ones, so there was no debating who we wanted to pair up with. I was excited when the one I was attracted to made it clear he was into me. The four of us headed off to a sidewalk café to have drinks and try to get to know each other a little better. Speaking French made it even more romantic. We all smiled a lot and laughed as we sipped our wine. My guy's name was Salvatore, and he ordered it for me. Pinot Grigio has been my favorite since then.

A lot of communication was done with our eyes, nonverbal and an occasional touch of the hand on an arm. Salvatore's French wasn't the best, but I liked the way he communicated! The afternoon turned into evening, and we continued to talk and laugh. Salvatore was about six feet and 200lbs. He had dark hair and eyes and just the right amount of razor stubble. I was instantly attracted to him. I had long, golden hair with smokey gray eyes. I am 5'3 and weigh 100lbs. I was a gymnast, and I looked the part. I had very firm B-cup breast and a very sexy ass. My sorority sisters gushed about my beauty which always embarrassed me. Several men told me the same thing, including two professors. I always enjoyed German and Sociology.

I looked over at my roommate and she was not paying any attention to me. She was thrusting her tongue into her guy's mouth as the sun started setting. I wondered when Salvatore would make his move. I hoped it would be soon. I didn't have long to wait. He leaned over and asked me if I wanted more wine. Instead of waiting for my response, he used the proximity to place his lips on my ear and began to lightly bite it and then ran his tongue over it. His hot breath had its desired effect. I pulled back and turned toward him, and our lips met. I had waited all day for this moment. Our lips touching made me want more. As our lips parted, our tongues met in slow caress. I don't know how long this lasted. We would break our kiss and pull back to look into each other's eyes, then we would return to our tongues probing a little more passionately than before.

Finally, Salvatore asked if I would like to take a walk together. I didn't know if he was taking me to his home or if we were going for a walk. I told him I would like that. We paid the check then left hand in hand. I wasn't sure where my girlfriend was. I thought if we got separated, eventually we would meet back at our hotel. Salvatore and I walked into a park, and it kept getting more secluded until we were all alone and would not be interrupted. He turned me to him and once more we were stroking each other's tongues passionately. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and we were holding each other and running our hands all over. I was running my hands and finger in his hair and on his neck. He was not confining his hands to my neck and hair. He was exploring a little lower.

We found ourselves lying on the ground in a bed of leaves and pine needles. The kissing became more passionate and the groping bolder. I had felt his cock pressing against me when we were embracing while standing and he had it pressed into my stomach while he lay over me kissing. I had some decisions to make and not a lot of time to make them. I felt Salvatore's hand move up under my shirt and bra and begin to gently squeeze my breast. He began to roll my nipple between his finger and thumb. My nipple ached and wanted more. I want to touch his cock and feel it in my hands. I wanted to taste it and feel his head in my mouth, and I wanted to lick his shaft. I began to rub it through his pants. Suddenly, I remembered my boyfriend at home and decided to stop this. I stopped Salvatore and said I couldn't do this here. I think he thought I wanted to go back to his place. I wanted to fuck him there but knew I couldn't. We left and returned to the little sidewalk cafe to look for my girlfriend. When she returned, we made plans for the next afternoon and said our goodbyes. Salvatore kissed me long and slowly. I almost changed my mind.

My girlfriend and I rode back to the hotel in silence trying to make sense of all that had happened. As we lay in bed, we started to ask each other questions about what happened. It turned out she didn't have the self-control I did. She had fucked her man in a separate part of the park. When I told her where I put a stop to it, she was surprised. She told me that she had watched me kiss Salvatore at the café, and the way I was kissing him, she thought for sure I was going to fuck him. She said she got really turned on watching me.

We met the guys for two more nights, but I never left the café with Salvatore again. We kissed passionately at the table and as we walked along the sidewalks, but I knew if we returned to the park or his place, I wouldn't be able to stop it again. We said our goodbyes and exchanged addresses, and we flew back home. I regretted not fucking him. When I returned to my university, for different reasons, I broke up with my boyfriend. Then I really regretted not fucking Salvatore. We exchanged letters, but his were written in Italian so I couldn't read them and had to go to the language department and have them translated. They were too explicit, so that didn't work. To this day, I wish I would have fucked him and sucked his cock.

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Back in the present, my husband and I are in Italy. I said I told him about this unfortunately. He likes to hear me talk about it. He thinks I am the hottest lady in the world, and he calls me sex on a stick. He tells me I ooze sex. I must admit that when he makes love to me, the thought of Salvatore being inside of me enters my mind from time to time. Old fantasies and regrets always seem to linger. We have a healthy fantasy life and running into Salvatore while we are here has entered our discussions. I think we would both like that. I have told my husband if that happens, I am fucking Salvatore and he can watch, participate, or let us go off alone.

We checked into our hotel in Rome to start our week there. If I knew my husband, we would go out for a nice dinner and conversation. I am sure he would ply me with my favorite, Pinot Grigio, and spend the evening seducing me. One of the things I love most about my husband is that he looks at me and my body like he is seeing both for the very first time. He is standing behind me now after my shower with only a towel wrapped around me. He has his arms wrapped around me and my breasts are in his strong hands. He is squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. His lips are on my neck, and he is nibbling on my neck and ears. I can feel my pussy turning moist and I am wondering if I want his cock now or want to eat first and make him earn it. I am going to make him wait, but I don't want to wait. I know exactly how to handle this.

As I moan and turn to kiss him, I push my tongue in his mouth. As we kiss, he continues to massage my breasts, and I can feel his hard cock against my ass. I broke the kiss and asked him to lick my pussy. He is more than willing to accede to my wishes. He lowers me onto the bed and laid me down. He kneels between my legs and adjusts himself on his knees to have his face within inches of my mons. I know that if I shut it down after he brings me to orgasm, I will be the focal point of everything he does for the rest of the evening until he slides his cock inside of me. That is the advantage of having a husband who obsesses with me. I feel his tongue flick softly against my moist lips. My husband doesn't just lick my pussy; he makes love to it with his tongue. I would have eaten dinner more quickly if I would have let him fuck me. His tongue finds my clit and he rapidly flick it across and sets me on fire. As he lowers his lips around my clit and begins to lightly suck on it, I feel his thumb slide into me.

I hope I know what is coming next. As he is sucking on my pussy and massaging the back wall of my opening, I feel his forefinger slide into my ass. He begins to rub his thumb and finger together on my perineum. He continues licking my pussy and massaging me with his thumb and forefinger. I am feeling my orgasm build as he assaults my pussy with his tongue. I am bucking my hips against his tongue as he concentrates on my clit again. He is rubbing his fingers together and I am moaning, and I tell him I am getting ready to cum! He presses the flat of his tongue against my clit and I buck my hips and start my orgasm. I can't hold back and start squirting on him and the bed. It seems like this lasts for well over a minute. I love it when he uses his tongue and fingers together.

We lay there for a couple of minutes, and I let him know it was time for dinner. We get out of bed and get dressed. I am wearing a red dress that goes down mid-thigh about halfway to my knees. I am wearing a red lace push-up bra, although my D-cup breasts don't need a lot of help. At 58, they are very firm. I anticipate a very amorous evening with my husband, so I only wear red stockings held by garters at the top of my thighs. To complete my outfit, my husband gave me a surprise gift. It is a gold ankle bracelet. It is beautiful and has today's date on it. He is so thoughtful. We headed out the door to dinner.

As we walk toward the restaurant arm in arm, my mind begins to drift back to the last time I was in Italy. Salvatore has been a warm memory, and a fantasy relieved on certain nights for nearly forty years. I've never been unfaithful to my husband, and I don't know if I could, but I view Salvatore as an unfinished dream. My husband has expressed a desire to watch or participate in a threesome with another man and me. He understands my regret and desire for Salvatore after all these years. It isn't something that I will ever have to worry about, but my husband has been known to surprise me, and he has asked me a lot of questions about Salvatore and me in the past. If my husband has a surprise in store for me, I'm ready.

We arrived at the sidewalk café for dinner. There is something familiar about the place, but I am not sure what. The coincidence would be too great, and how would he know? I decided to have a glass of Pinot Grigio and let my mind wander back while my husband seduces me. I can't help myself as I look around hoping to spot an old flame. It is a date with my husband, and I am dressed to turn his head. When he excuses himself to go to the water closet, I notice several men looking at me. I hope to see a familiar face. If I did, what would I do?

He is gone longer than I expected. He could be hiding in the shadows to see if another man will approach me in his absence. We have played this game before. He likes to see how many heads I can turn and likes to watch me flirting a little. I am eyeing up a young man that looks to be close to thirty. That is a little young for me, but he is very handsome. He catches me staring at him and smiles at me. His smile could melt ice. I am a little embarrassed at being caught. He gets up from the bar and makes his way to our table. He introduces himself as Alessandro and tells me he thinks I have been abandoned. I told him my husband was in the WC, and he asked if he could sit down anyway. I smiled at him and said yes.

As he sat down, he told me to call him Aless. I told him my name was Julie. We began to talk and tell each other about ourselves. He was very interesting and very good looking. He had dark, wavy hair. His eyes were dark and smoldering. He had a case of five o'clock shadow that I always find sexy. He was about 6'0 tall and about 180. He had an athletic build. There was something familiar about him, but I didn't know what. I really wasn't into men that young, but I was finding myself into him.

About that time, I noticed my husband had returned to the bar. He winked at me, and I smiled back. Alessandro sat next to me, so he had his back to my husband. My husband gave me the signal to flirt with him and enjoy myself. This usually meant I was free to do what I wanted for the next ten to fifteen minutes. Sometimes my husband watches for as long as thirty minutes or more if I am really enjoying myself. I knew my husband was going to seduce me tonight, but this was a pleasant interruption to be seduced by a younger man for a while.

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Alessandro was dressed in a tight-fitting black shirt and nice-looking jeans. I was letting my mind wander more and more. I noticed him staring at me and looking at me up and down. I had to be careful how I sat wearing only my stockings. I smiled and asked him if he liked what he saw. He smiled and said he had noticed me immediately and thought I was beautiful. He told me I had a gorgeous body. I asked him why he was attracted to a middle-aged woman like me when he could have any woman he wanted? He smiled, leaned over, and whispered in my ear that he wanted me. I asked him what made him think he could have me as I was with my husband. He smiled and reached down and rubbed my ankle with the bracelet on it and told me this did. When I told him my husband just given it to me tonight, he smiled and explained what this bracelet meant. I wasn't surprised. My husband can be creative on our nights out.

I looked over at my husband and he was smiling at me. I didn't know how far this night would go, but I would play it out. Alessandro asked me if I had ever been to Italy before? I told him my story, up to a point. He was listening intently, trying to determine his next comment. He asked me if I had any regrets. After two glasses of Pinot, I confessed I did. I could feel my lips swelling and my pussy getting wet.

The fact he was young didn't seem to bother me anymore. He looked into my eyes and quietly asked me if I wished I had made love with Salvatore. I confessed I did. I regretted not making love with him from that night when I didn't do it, and I always have. He was close to me and whispered that regrets aren't good and then leaned the rest of the way and his lips found mine. I wasn't sure what to do.

My husband was watching and was okay with what had happened so far. But how far will this go? This man was half our age! His tongue found mine and they played and stroked the other. I needed to talk with my husband. Just then he signaled for me to follow him to somewhere we could talk. He left before Alessandro saw him and I excused myself and followed.

When we stopped in a dark, secluded area, we immediately started kissing each other. He reached down and ran his thumb over my opening, and it slid all the way in. He whispered to me that I was certainly turned on by someone. I moaned that I was. He noticed my lips and said he needed to run his tongue over them. I pushed him down to his knees and lifted my right leg over his shoulder. His mouth covered my pussy as he thrust his tongue inside. He found my clit for the second time tonight, and I came almost instantly. He stood up and told me that should help me maintain control for a little while. He is so thoughtful.

I told him if I started kissing Alessandro again, he should reappear. I also told him I knew what his gift meant. He smiled and asked if I was upset. I smiled and told him I would wear it all the time. He asked me how I wanted to play it out. Did I want him with me all the time, should he give us fifteen to twenty minutes alone together or leave me alone the whole evening with my new toy. I told him after Alessandro and I kissed for a while, to reappear at the table and we would decide then. We returned to our respective places.

When I returned to the table, Alessandro stood up and let me slide in. He sat back down next to me in very close proximity. He turned sideways facing me. He asked me if everything was okay. I told him it was and where were we. He told me we were kissing and asked if I would like to take up where we left off. I looked in his eyes and said, "If you knew how wet I am, you wouldn't even ask me." He took my right hand in his and placed it on his thigh as he leaned in, and our lips found each other's again. I started caressing his thigh with my hand and his tongue with mine. I felt his hand touch my inner thigh and gently caress it and squeeze it. I am sure he could feel the heat radiating from my pussy. It wasn't long before he touched my wet opening. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues caressed the other and my hand found his hard cock through his jeans. I wondered how long my husband would enjoy the show before he joined us. Two of his fingers slid into my folds and massaged my inner walls. I put my unoccupied hand on the back of his head and made sure his mouth didn't leave mine.

As we hungrily devoured each other's lips and tongues, I knew I would have to decide how far I wanted this to go. My husband and I had a threesome with another man and I was certainly wanting to have another one. Alessandro was rubbing his thumb on my clit and I could feel another orgasm building. I held on to him tightly with my lips on his ear. I told him he was making me cum and he whispered he hoped it wouldn't be the last time. As I came, I moaned in his ear that I wanted to suck his cock and taste his cum.

I ask him if he wanted to come back to our hotel or did he want my husband and me to come to his home. He told me he lived very close and we could be there in two minutes. I told him I would get my husband and follow him to his home. He rubbed his thumb across my pussy as he removed his hand from between my leg. Our mouths came together and our tongues passionately played for a while and then we broke apart and got up to leave.

My husband came over and ask what the plan was. I told him we were headed to Alessandro's home close by and we were going to have our second threesome. He smiled and we followed hand in hand. My husband whispered in my ear as we were walking that he knew I was going to fuck this young man. I smiled as he asks me when I knew I was. I thought about it and said the first time we kissed in the booth. I told my husband I knew he would approve and now we are arriving at Alessandro's flat. He opened the door and invited us in.

As we started to set on the sofa, he asked us if we would like a drink and we both nodded yes. While we were waiting my husband ask me what I wanted him to do. I told him he could do whatever he wanted. Our previous threesome was with an old friend and I wanted to get reacquainted with him. This wasn't the case here. I told him he could join in anytime he wanted. I knew he would watch for a little while and I liked putting on a show for him. I leaned into my husband and offered him my tongue.

We were wrapped in each other's arms as Alessandro brought our drinks in and set down on the sofa next to me. He cleared his throat and asked what he had to do to get involved. I broke the kiss and told him whatever he wanted to do. He liked my answer and leaned over and began kissing the back of my neck and my shoulders. He reached around and cupped both of my breasts in his hands. As he starts to squeeze my boobs, I disengage from my husband and lay back against this young Italian and let him lead the way.

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