Lori was one eighth Italian. Her all Italian great grandmother and all English great grandfather married in the early 1900's. She had light skin, brown hair and looked much more English than Italian, yet she thought of herself Italian. When in college she spent two summers in Italy and became fluent in the language. Twenty five years later she was rusty but with the help of the Rosetta Stone system she was relearning the language again.
She was so excited. Her husband, John and her were going to fulfill one of her dreams. They had rented a villa, well more a house, in the hills of Tuscany for a month and a half. It was very much like the house in her favorite movie Under the Tuscan Sun. She felt comfortable leaving now that her children were both away at college. John had done very well in his business endeavors so a sabbatical would not be a problem. All of August and much of September was for them to rekindle their love, see central Italy and leave the hustle and bustle of Silicon Valley behind them.
The villa they found through TuscanyNow rentals was two bedroom with a great room. A large table, open air kitchen and couches filled the room. A master bedroom large for a European room was on one side. The house was up a windy dirt road and fairly isolated. The pool was fenced in for privacy and the home was less than 2 miles from San Gimignano, a small walled town like Siena but not quite as touristy. It came with one of the newer 'sexy' Fiat automobiles in the car port. The one JLo promotes in commercials.
Lori was forty seven years old and still quite attractive. Her auburn hair hung to her shoulders framing her pretty face. She weighed a few pounds, maybe five, more than when in college but she was religious about her workouts. When twenty two and first dating John she could eat anything and not worry about work out regimes, but now she knew if she wanted to fool father time she had to work hard at it. Her breasts, a little on the small size were still perky and she could get away without wearing a bra. He best asset, in her mind were her long legs. She stood five foot eight and she seemed all legs. She knew she wasn't competition for the young girls anymore but still prided in herself when she would see men of all ages eying her.
Her husband John hadn't faired time quite as well. At fifty the pressures of HiTech and long hours associated with start ups, had made his waist thickened and his hairline recede. He loved Lori and wondered at times why he was so lucky to have found her. Their sex life was fair, considering twenty three years of marriage and long work hours for John at work and Lori raising their children. They freely shared their fantasies and Lori was often happy to role play with John. All of his fantasies were centered around his wife being with other men. Unlike their rather vanilla life, he dreamt of her being used by an alpha male while he watched or waited at home for her to return.
Of course, this could never happen; neither of them were willing to risk their professional and family reputations. John loved to enact these scenarios and Lori would play along. She admitted to her husband she was excited by the thought of public display and humiliation. Proud as she was and being a woman's advocate she was a bit embarrassed to admit the thought of being degraded, abused and humiliated by a strange man appealed to her. John found her orgasms strongest when she talked about these things. Unfortunately more times than not they would end up giggling; both knew John could never be that type of man, even in their games.
They had rented the villa almost a year in advance, giving Lori time to relearn the Italian language. It also gave John time to formulate a secret plan. He spent hours, at night and at work searching chat rooms on the internet. He was looking to find a man who might be able to fulfill Lori's dream and of course his own. The first three months were very disappointing; mostly spent talking to men who probably never left their computers to venture into the real world. John's idea was iffy at best. He wanted to find someone in the Tuscany region who would be interested in seducing his wife. The clincher was Lori would not know of the plan. John admitted to himself, even if he found the right man chances were slim at best Lori would welcome any advances.
Finally he met a man in a D/s chat room that lived in San Gimignano! Less than two miles from their villa. His name was Bruno and was a builder in the area. He knew of the villa they were to live in, being friends with the man who did the remodel. He assured John he understood submission games and had played them for years. He was thirty eight years old and spoke English well. Bruno asked many questions about Lori and responded well to the G-rated photos John sent. There was a nine hour difference between the west coast and Italy so they had to plan their online meetings. After a few weeks online John finally felt comfortable talking via phone with Bruno. Next they went on to Skype and John and Bruno hit it off very well. He looked very fit and had that Alpha male Italian aura about himself.
John opened up with all of the fantasies Lori had divulged to him in confidence and added his wishes to the chats. John wanted to watch Lori taken from her conservative persona and blossom into the submissive slut she has kept under wraps her entire life. The hard limits were discussed and John made sure to emphasize no photography was allowed unless he were to take the pictures. Bruno accepted the fact it was highly probable his first meeting would be met with resistance and things would go no further. John was very clear to him that Lori should never know his part in setting up this 'chance' meeting.
Bruno on his part prodded John to turn up the heat in the bedroom. He wanted him to tell Lori this was their chance to live out both their fantasies and if the occasion arose he wanted her to know he was a hundred percent behind any decision she made. He would always love her and felt their bond would be stronger, if anything, if something were to happen. Lori never actually agreed to his wishes for her to entertain the thought of finding an Italian lover, yet she never outright refused. As August approached she often would talk of how John would have to watch her lover use her in ways he just couldn't.
They both were excited about their trip to Italy. Lori had no reason to believe there was a man wanting a forty seven year old mother of two. She was just excited about being back in Tuscany and enjoying John and their time off together. John knew chances were slim but hoped something may come of all the work he and Bruno had done. Bruno knew all of Lori's likes and dislikes, her fantasies and desires. He knew what John wanted to happen and was ready to do all he could to see it come to fruition.
They flew fist class to London from San Francisco and spent two nights there to adjust to the time. Next off to Rome and the train to San Gimignano where they met the realtor who drove them the short distance to their home for the next six weeks. The house was everything promised by the photos and more. It was nestled into the Tuscany landscape and isolated from neighbors. The pool was small but perfect for the hot August weather. The place was not air conditioned, which was Lori's choice. She told John she wanted to sleep with the windows open, she wanted to smell the flowers and experience the land. John only hoped there were fans in the house.
That night they made love with the windows open and fell asleep in each others arms. John knew tomorrow their 'accidental' meeting with Bruno was to happen and he was at peace with himself if nothing came of it. In fact he secretly hoped nothing did. This little bit of paradise was enough for him.
